Norwich Cathedral

Mystery of 12 Norwich

by Maria Isabel Pita

The address 12 Norwich Street came to me in a dream on December 6, 2013, the dream in which I feel I first “met” Sean, one of my current dream partners. In this dream, we were quickly surrounded by a small group of people, all of us working toward the same goal:

I’m outside early in the night waiting for someone, a man. We have set up an assignation through a service. I’m standing on a slight rise near the sidewalk, above an empty street to my left. There is a man standing near me who I feel is waiting with me. A car turns left onto the street heading toward us. I somehow immediately know it’s being driven by the man I’m expecting as I move quickly to the sidewalk and hail him, waving my arm as I cry, “12 Norwich Street!” If he’s looking for that address, he’ll know he’s found it.

At the time, I had no idea why I cried out the address 12 Norwich.  I Googled it, and learned about the Norwich 12 historical sites, which include a Cathedral. I did not know what to make of it, and let it go, until several months later, when it occurred to me that perhaps trying to meet at this address in a dream — an address mysteriously known to me in the dream space without my waking conscious knowledge — would help my partners and I in our intent to dream share. I felt this address might help focus and unify our intents and aid us in obtaining even better results. Sean, Tilly and I sought, and found, 12 Norwich Street one night, where the address took the form of a house. But on subsequent nights, Sean and I both saw a Cathedral when looking for this same address. Other dreams with religious symbolism led to a group conversation about the spiritual nature of dream sharing. I felt then that this important discussion was the reason my inner self – my soul – had spontaneously cried out the address 12 Norwich Street in a dream months earlier – because it would help bring a group of lucid dreamers together in the proper spirit and aid in our efforts to dream share.

During this conversation, I felt compelled to Google “Norwich Cathedral” and the first sentence on its Wikipedia page leapt out at me: “Norwich Cathedral is dedicated to the Holy and Undivided Trinity.” Since May of 2014 — approximately four months after I referred to the address 12 Norwich in a dream — I  have been immersed in the mystery of the Holy Trinity, and how the Holy Spirit has been working in my dreams ever since I began lucid dreaming as a spiritual practice. It came to me as a life-changing revelation one morning that a recurring dream character – who I always thought of as my Guardian Lord – was my personal experience of Christ. Synchronicity then led me to a book by A.W. Tozer God’s Pursuit of Man, and for the first time in my life, even though I was raised a Catholic, I began to understand the third member of the Holy Trinity – the Holy Spirit. Discovering that Norwich Cathedral is dedicated to the Holy and Undivided Trinity stunned me with joy, for this Mystery is at the heart of the transformation wrought within me the moment I understood the Holy Spirit had been inhabiting my dreams for years.

At this point, I felt the reasons my dream self had cried out “12 Norwich Street!” had been fully revealed. I was wrong. One night lying in bed reading another book by Tozer, I could scarcely believe it when I saw he had written: “…let me introduce a little lady who has been dead for about six hundred years. She once lived and loved and prayed and sang in the city of Norwich, England… she walked with God so wonderfully close… England was a better place because this little lady lived. She wrote only one book, a very tiny book that you could slip into your side pocket or your purse, but it’s so flavorful, so divine, so heavenly, that it has made a distinct contribution to the great spiritual literature of the world. The lady to whom I refer is the one called the Lady Julian. Before she blossomed out into this radiant, glorious life… she prayed a prayer and God answered… The essence of her prayer was this: ‘Oh God, please give me three wounds; the wound of contrition and the wound of compassion and the wound of longing after God… This I ask without condition’.”

Nine months earlier, when I dreamed I cried out, “12 Norwich Street!” I would never have imagined, or believed it if I had been told, that I would soon suffer these three wounds myself.  I immediately found out more about Julian of Norwich, whose “little” book Revelations of Divine Love, is the first published book in the English language to be written by a woman.  I had never heard of Saint Julian before. I feel profoundly encouraged to continue working on my own little book Lucid Dreams and the Holy Spirit.

 

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