If there is any one truth from the legacy of the Cayce readings, it would be that there is a spiritual dimension to humans, something beyond time and space. — Henry Reed Copy Share Image
When we fall asleep, we withdraw our awareness from its hypnotic fascination with physical sensation, thereby enabling us to listen with our now awakening… — Henry Reed Copy Share Image
Freud published The Interpretation of Dreams in 1900. It introduced the notion that there existed certain predictable and identifiable processes by which dreams were formed. — Henry Reed Copy Share Image
Dream study impacts culture. We are put in touch with the inner poet who dreams. We hear our inner, subjective response to the outer… — Henry Reed Copy Share Image
All human beings are interconnected, one with all other elements in creation. — Henry Reed Copy Share Image
The early bees are assaulting and fumbling the flowers: They call it 'easing the Spring.' — Henry Reed Copy Share Image
We can slide it Rapidly backwards and forwards: we call this Easing the spring. And rapidly backwards and forwards The early bees are assaulting… — Henry Reed Copy Share Image
The usual comment from psychologists and psychiatrists was that it's best not to encourage people to look at their dreams because they are liable… — Henry Reed Copy Share Image
When we awaken, we cannot account for the time spent. We simply don't remember. About the only evidence we have of experiences while we… — Henry Reed Copy Share Image
If there is any truth to my parenting the dreamwork movement, it comes from the power of the press. — Henry Reed Copy Share Image
People are learning to feel more comfortable hearing one another's dreams. It used to be that if you told a dream in public, someone… — Henry Reed Copy Share Image
It is easier to learn to interpret dreams if you have a reason to use them for something constructive. You apply your dream insights… — Henry Reed Copy Share Image
As we get older we do not get any younger. Seasons return, and today I am fifty-five, And this time last year I was… — Henry Reed Copy Share Image
