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Heroes of 2012
Amy George

Zeal may refuse mystery and ambiguity, and does insidiously when it says, “Now is the time: either you are coming with us to the New World or you are going to wither in your attachments to the old one.” Zeal may put its foot down, oblivious to flux, and make statements that begin, “From now on…” Zeal may say, “Oh, really?! You think you know what is going on, but you don’t know squat!”

My Vagina?!
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Dreams can play a fantastically transformative role in our lives. Amy weaved into George's dreams, teaching him to understand her point of view long before he even considered becoming her.

Dreaming the New World In
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Dreams are a river flowing from the unconscious reservoir of un-thought thoughts and un-noticed perceptions, revealing the distant past, and sometimes, the distant future. Here's my understanding of how to approach dreams and how dreams approach us.

Just Bee
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The encircling bee was a guidepost to a new way of being. Even as the bee was buzzing circles round me, I intuited it as a Heaven-sent invitation to leave behind the old world for a new one in which the divine intelligence behind the natural world is conveyed through metaphor.

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Dominatrix in Training part one

I dreamed:

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Dominant Female Provides Balance

Hi Amy. You are quite an intense woman. Most of my interests, fantasies, and dreams involve me as a submissive with a Beautiful, Strong, Demanding, Strict, Dominant female. Pleasing her and totally giving myself to her is paramount. Thoughts? Comments?
Sincerely, Señor

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The Symphony of the End of the World

Dreamer: Last night I had a dream that the world is ending and I am at the computer on various message boards for lightworkers. The time is literally clicking down and everyone is arguing vehemently. The seconds click down to the point where we are to blink out of existence. And then... the clock stops at 0:00 and everything freezes.

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The Sweet White Fire of Love beyond Name

The following is an excerpt from my memoir “The Stooge.” The scene opens in a motel room. My male self George, his friend Cedar and seven born-again street kids are in Eugene, Oregon, on a road trip, checking in on a teenage married couple that had fled the Land, a Christian camp where the kids live. This experience initiated me into spiritual life.

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A Flower with Five Petals

My dreams have used a group of five women to symbolize great power. In only one dream am I one of the five women. We are sitting in an intimate circle. They say to me, “You’re so sweet.”

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Who I Was in My Past Life

In my past life I was a French monk. As him, I was married to Mother Church and Mother Nature. My next evolutional step was to marry my inner-woman. I was reborn male with all the monk’s sensitivity and receptivity, but in a time and place where they would not flourish properly. Unlike most transsexual females, I was not born into the wrong body.

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Long Live the King of Pop

1. opening number: In conquering the Americas, Europeans decimated peoples that had thrived there for millennia. The souls of the native peoples were not reborn to their former tribes. Instead, they were reborn as conservationists, healers, artists, musicians, thinkers, and other life-lovers. Their future lives remained true to the spirit of their past lives.

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The Universe Making Love to Itself

I dreamed: I break through brush and emerge on the field beside my elementary school feeling the distant future all around. In the distance there is a large, bizarre structure that is vertically striped from end to end, shaped in the outline of a mountain range. A voice says to me, “All time is now,” and I can feel and hear the people of the future, and the future’s ecstasies.

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"Banish the word 'struggle' from your attitude and your vocabulary. All that we do now must be done in a sacred manner and in celebration. We are the ones we have been waiting for." — Hopi elders

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About Me

Bio

In 1998, when Amy George was still male, she undertook a quest that led her to a weeklong state of communion with the universe. During the week, her dreams united with waking-life. Poems, paintings, music and dance blew around her like wind, all of them interconnected on an unbreakable web of being. Wild animals gathered round her. When Amy passed babies, they gazed at her adoringly. People fuming with darkness were also strewn along her way.  

The illusory aspects of Amy’s adult male self were asleep. She was like a seven-year-old boy—the seven-year-old boy she had forsaken to become a man. Amy felt the signature of God in everything. Metaphor was no longer figurative. It was actual. It was in the fibers of nature. For psychotics, the symbolic consumes the real. For Amy, the symbolic and the real embraced, making consciousness whole. (Drugs were not involved.)

In answer to the calling Amy received, she spent two years turning herself inside-out through self-observation, monastic living, attendance to her dreams (recording 10 to 15 a night), meditation, and contemplation. These practices precipitated, in 2000, the sudden, unanticipated identification of herself as a woman—this after being born a man, and growing up identifying as one. The ramifications were psychically cataclysmic. Many times Amy thought the world was ending, and it was, in the universe inside of her.

Amy had never before considered changing sex, and assumed that she was magically turning into a girl. Her psyche was pouring into consciousness. When this happens it is called “psychosis.” In the word “psychosis,” “psych-“ means “soul,” and “-osis” means “sickness.” Amy had soul sickness. She did not see it as a condition to medicate, but rather a process through which she could piece together her female self. Amy understood the end of soul sickness as soul wellness.

For two years Amy survived without a fixed-identity, lost in visions, managing psychodrama, and often bedridden in a trancelike state. In 2004, she began hormone replacement therapy. In 2005, Amy obtained an orchiectomy and then began living as “Amy.

Without her dreams, Amy would not have become a woman. Her female self literally emerged through the dreams of her male self. In becoming her new self, Amy essentially has become, in waking-life, the main character of her former self’s dreams.

Skills and talents
dream interpretation, existing, cleaning house, doing dishes, being, feeling
What I'm Reading
the library
What I'm Listening To
wind, birds, the heart, dreams

Education

High school
HB Woodlawn
College
VCU, English

Work

Employer
the universe
Position
supine, dancing