Soul collage is a trade-marked game one can play with themSelves, like a waking dream if you trust yourself to get out of your way while you make a collage without any thought of what will come out beforehand.
The idea is to get into a softened state and to peruse magazines or books and choose images you’re drawn to and create a collage with these. After all is done, you have someone ask you questions about who this is (in italics below) as in parts of your psyche, and record the responses so that you might remain focused on your finished piece—traveling into the image if you will.
It never fails I am surprised, or discover some aspect I was unconscious of in the creating if I follow through with the questioning part. You can do this on your own, but easier to stay in the picture dream that you’ve created if you are switching back and forth.
Here are the results to my collage created a few months ago. Like a good dream, sometimes the meaning’s become even clearer after the passing of some time.
I am the one who…
Will not let you possess me
I am the one who…
Is as strong as you, strong, stronger, my strength puts me in a too big position.
When I stand, I am cold stone, people try to get things from me, or bite me.
I’m melting light.
I’m sacred lightning.
There’s not enough room for me here. I want to stand.
I am the one who threw down my mask. I’m losing my mask; I’m stone in a sea of emotions, where earth is on the bottom of the sea.
What grows is under the ocean, under the stone.
I know how to swim in direct water and am not uncomfortable in roiling seas.
I am like this Black mother with the machete’, her baby in her arms,
Who now fiercely protects her own child, her own inner being.
The mask is behind us, we’ve lost the stone mask, but still fighting the masculine. I can’t see its face—his face. I don’t know what will happen in the joining? The old, weaker part of me falls off and goes into the ocean.
There’s a star, a brilliant, bursting of light that’s touching all parts—there’s a divinity of masculine and feminine—the Divine plan. It touches all and the baby’s head and the machete’, even the boundaries. There’s new life that will come out as there are increased boundaries.
Who are you?
I’m all of those names and entities, feldspar, the great pink stone,
I’m Kimberly Lane of the Royal Fortress Meadow and I am She Who Stands Tall, I am purveyor of lightning. I birth liquid life. I want to stand up without all these other things and I’m waiting to crack the stone off.
Everything inside is living and breathing inside the stone and I have not known how to open myself to all of this light without being attacked and that’s what the lady is helping me with, she says, “No, you don’t!”
I’m tired. I feel alone.
Almost everywhere.
What do you have to give me?
It sees me. Somebody somewhere sees me in the grandest scheme—or this light would not be hitting all the points. It says I’m almost done (with this cycle).
What do you want or need from me?
Reminders. I want or need the signs.
Anything else today?
You’re protected.
PS--Posting because the signs are coming