Curative Dreams

The hypogeum is an underground temple or tomb where one could be immersed in dreaming with the curative powers of the land and the numinous powers of the divine, often as part of a dream healing temple or entrance to the underworld. One of the most ancient is the Hal Saflieni hypogeum in Malta which dates to the Neolithic period, where the “Sleeping Lady” was recovered in 3200-2500 B.C. The reclining nature and sleeping position of the statue invokes a dreaming pose, and also evokes the popular dream temples that would later populate the Roman Greco world. Is the sleeping lady dreaming us, or is she seeking healing from an ancient creator Goddess? Cristina Biaggi writes the Sleeping Lady is a priestess engaged in Dream incubation or an Adept in giving oracles, interpreting dreams, or suggesting cures for illness. C. Biaggi (1986) p131-13. “The significance of the nudity, obesity and sexuality of the Maltese Goddess figures.”

“The Sleeping Lady” from
Hal Saflieni hypogeum in Malta, 3200-2500 B.C.

The dream temples of the ancient Greco Roman world were wide spread and wildly popular. Pilgrimages to dream temples became a place to go and stay overnight as a place for healing, from which the idea for modern hospitals may stem. A symbol for western medicine is the snake wrapped staff of Asclepius. The chthonic powers of the serpent brought transformation, and changing poison into medicine. His daughters Panacea brought healing of the mind, and the powers of the mind to heal. Hygieia brings cleansing powers of healing with spiritual cleansing, mental and energetic cleansing, emotional cleansing, and physical cleansing in order to bring back health and balance. Although both of these principals are part of western medicine today, dreaming seems to be missing.

“Patriarchy associates dreaming with fiction. Dreaming can’t be quantified or measured with an apparatus. But Dream incubation was considered a cutting edge technology even well into the Roman Empire. Invalids looking for a cure, would go to sleep in the temples of Asclepius, god of healing, in order to receive curative dreams. “ – Sophie Strand, author of The Flowering Wand; Rewilding the Sacred Masculine.

The Dream Healing practices of the ancient world included making clay offerings of the body which required healing, such as an eye, a leg, or a heart, and placing them into a wall. This practice of sympathetic magic, engages the healing powers of the mind through Panacea. There was also a cleansing ritual and perhaps fasting, presided over by Hygieia, where pilgrims were disrobed and washed, and clothed in white, in preparation for entering the dream temple, where snakes were guardians of the healing temple. The word hygiene is derived from Hygieia, and her wisdom includes cleanliness, prevention, and health.

Once inside the dream temple, pilgrims would be invited to incubate their healing request into a dream, and stay overnight in the dream temple, invoking direct healing powers from the divine, or a prescription of cure for their ailments. This may include dreaming with plant wisdom, or energetic dreaming with divine intervention from the God of Healing, Asclepius. Council from Dream temple priests or priestesses would be offered upon waking to help clarify and integrate their experience.

Dream healing includes the capacity to incubate a healing dream on behalf of another. Here is a dream report from a pilgrim at the abaton. “Arata, a Spartan, suffering from dropsy. On her behalf her mother slept in the sanctuary while she stayed in Sparta. It seemed to her that the god cut off her daughter’s head and hung her body with the neck downwards. After a considerable amount of water had flowed out, he released the body and put the head back on her neck. After she saw this dream, she returned to Sparta and found that her daughter had recovered and had seen the same dream.”

The most well known dream healing sanctuary was found in Epidaurus, considered the birthplace of Asclepius, who was part mortal and part God. He was raised and taught by Chiron, the great teacher. As word of the healing powers of Asclepius spread far and wide, so did Dream Healing Temples located at places such as Corinth, Sicyon, Tegea, Megalopolis, Argos, Sparta and Messene; on the islands of Paros, Aegina and Crete (Leben); and at Alexandria (Egypt) and Cyrene (Libya).

Asclepius was such a profound healer that he was able to resurrect supplicants from death. Hades became furious because he realized such practices would decrease his powers as God of the Underworld. He demanded his brother Zeus intervene on his behalf. Zeus then struck down the God of Healing with a thunder bolt. Asclepius still resides among the stars as the constellation of the serpent bearer.

Dreaming in Threes

In dreams sometimes, when a message is important, it will repeat, exactly. Just to make sure I don’t forget.

When a dream sequence repeats three times, I know the message coming through has a deep source, and feels like direct communication with the divine, or the ancestors. These are not messages that can be turned away from memory or knowing.

In this dream sequence, I am being given different facets, research, and origins of how a story is coming through, how it fits together, and how it may grow in community.

Three sources of the same story 5-2-22

Shards of white light splendor, like a sliver of the crescent moon, cradled my dreams last night.

The Pleiades blew starlight kisses on my cheek from light years away.

Thunder rolled conversing in rumblings that were deeply meaningful.

Lightning flashed from all around like the paparazzi trying to catch a story.

I was given a story three times, from three separate sources.

I was given a task to speak the story from the voice who entered me. I kneeled on the ground to receive her story, looking up at her with my hands lifted and palms open.

She is frail looking, hard working, with wispy strawberry blonde hair. She has a fierceness about wanting this story to come through.

A fierce Irish woman ancestor looking skinny, tired, and ragged, came and sat down in my body. She began to weave the pieces of the story together into my inner world. When I opened my mouth her voice came out.

The storm continued outside and gave rains that never ended. The lightning gave powerful energies and set in motion the story.

I could see written research lists and demographics that belonged together.

People who belonged together and were no longer invisible or separated.

Powerful lists of presence and learning.

I am shown pages of research and demographic lists, three times in the dream. It is from here the story unfolds.

The story I told, became a children’s story, one for future generations.

The next day after waking from this dream, I woke without a voice, and couldn’t talk for about a week, but I did dream.

There is more to this story and I have dreamed into it more deeply, as I was given a different piece of the story over three nights.

Story Pitch for the Dream Producers 5-3-22

I woke from a dream that was about a story I had written and submitted to pitch as a British comedy TV show. I was the first one to get mine in and they were interested in the story idea. The premise was based on the difficulties between classes, and what happens when we no longer separate each other based on race, class, disability, gender, sexual orientation or education level. In the dream, the characters were taking shape and dialogue began to come through.

The show producers were very interested in my story, and were showing me around the studio. That’s when I saw the story start to play out more deeply into the premise.

Community Dream Mapping 5-5-22

The number 3 continued in my dream last night as I was shown a grid for community asset mapping, based on the flower of life design. The Vesica Piscis feminine principal of the yoni held between two points of the masculine and spirit within the wholeness of two circles which create a Mandorla.

The number three is a magical number of manifestation in this way. In my dream, I spoke to a group of three which included a Guatemala Grandmother Matriarch, an Elder Male Maestro who deferred to the voice of the Matriarch, and a young man Latino college student. Each voiced their concerns, needs, and wisdom. The process was shown to me as a way to map community assets and bring people together to collaborate from a place of equity, rather than power over.

The 3 dreams strung together over 3 nights creates threads of design for how this story takes shape.

Dream 1 – Three pages of research, speaking with ancestral voice, and embodying the spirit of the story.

Dream 2 – night two, the plot thickens, my dream producer submits a screenplay, developing the characters and watching the story deepen.

Dream 3 – Community Asset Mapping in the form of sacred geometry with the flower of life design, and the number three as a way of grouping people together and bring them into the broader energetic grid of community. An equity based model where people share their stories to create a symmetry of collaboration.

Valley Reed © 2022

The Black Horse with the White Heart

A horse story from my past popped up right before the Taurus Solar Eclipse, which is about showing us our hidden soul potential.

I recall as a child, growing up on a horse ranch, where at age 8, I was a foster mom to an Appaloosa colt, when a Mare died birthing him. That experience changed me, I saw the Mare die, and then I took her place. I became the mom, and so bonded to this beautiful soul,  a black leopard Appaloosa named Educator. 

I bottle fed him from birth. I later halter trained him when he was old enough. I felt he knew me and I him, soul to soul. We had a unique bond. I could ride him bareback without a halter, and used to lay on his back and just wrap my arms around his neck, letting him take me wherever he wanted. He was so gentle, never spooked. 

I came home from school one day, and my Dad had sold him to somebody. I was crushed, my soul was deeply betrayed by this dishonor. He said that’s what I do, I’m a horse trader. 

I asked him one day if he thought horses have a soul, he said no only humans. I couldn’t believe he actually thought that, a man who spent every day of his life with horses and he never understood them. 

Years later when I was grown and on my own, I had a dream my Dad’s Mare gave birth to a black horse with a white heart on his forehead. I called him up and asked him if he had a Mare foal a black colt with a white heart on it’s forehead. Total silence on the other end. He finally asked, How did you know? I’m coming to see him, I said. 

I arrived at the barn and my Dad took me to the empty stall where the colt was born. He said that right after the colt was born he jumped up on his feet and ran into the gate, so I named him Calamity. That was what my Dad nicknamed me as a child, after Calamity Jane. He told me I was a wild cowgirl. 

Where is the colt now? I asked. He lead me out to the corral where the colt was nursing on his Mom. We walk up close, and the colt, curious to see me, tried to walk up to me. My Dad kept standing in between me and that colt. He wouldn’t let it get close to me. He knew it was special and he was afraid of me and what I had dreamed. I told him, “You have to give me this colt.” He said, “Sorry it’s already sold.”

How many of us have sold our soul to the life of making a living? I guess that’s what my Dad did. I guess that’s why he was afraid of me, if he admitted horses have a soul, perhaps he could no longer be a cowboy.

I see how this story shaped me, made me want to shape my own life, based on soul, not money. I later came to understand, I hold an animist view. Something I have always known.

Everything in nature is imbued with soul, we are part of, not separate or above. It’s all about heart and soul for me, and dreams:) 🖤🖤🖤

That black horse with a white heart on it’s forehead, has visited me often in dreams for many years now as my protector. He knew my soul, and I his, and that will never change.

Valley Reed © 2022

Golden Dragonfly

I have been dreaming about the color gold in many dreams over the past several years and it always leaves me feeling that something magical is at work in my life. Alchemy is a magical approach of turning lead into gold. Alchemists believed that gold was a spiritually pure metal, and the journey of the soul to was transmute lead into gold. The Arabic term al-khimia means ‘the art of transformation’ which just happens to be the tag line for my business Chrysalis Healing Arts. Like butterflies, dragonflies are also connected with regeneration, immortality and rebirth.

Dragonfly Dream Catcher

A giant golden dragonfly entered my dream and flittered before me. I turned with a sense of awe as I followed in the direction of where this giant golden creature had gone, and saw it had landed on a golden circle held in the hands of an artist weaver who was creating a dream catcher with golden thread. The giant golden dragonfly was large enough to cover the entire center of the dream catcher, and so the weaver had to work underneath it to create her dream catcher with her golden thread.

It turns out the dragonfly is an ancient creature, and actually dates back 300 million years, when it arose in giant form with 2 foot wings and 4 feet across. There are many tales of the dragon fly from many cultures around the world.

Prehistoric giant dragonfly fossil

Ancient mythology reveals the original name for Japan is “Akitsushima” meaning dragonfly island. Dragonflies are known to be returning ancestors and celebrated in the Summer Festival known as Obon which is coming up on Friday, August 13th. Samurai warriors identified themselves with dragonflies as a symbol of power.

In a Mayan legend, dragonflies hold the power to heal and rebirth the Moon Goddess Ixchel by humming over her and filling her up with their life force.

Zuni Native tribal peoples see dragonfly as having supernatural powers and who carries prayers to the spirit world. The indigenous people of the southwestern tribe of the Hopi, also believe the dragonfly has supernatural powers and are shamanistic. They assisted the ancient Hopi in migrating to find their permanent home, and helping them to locate water and to grow corn. The Hopi have lived in their permanent home in Arizona for over 2000 years, but they are rooted in much more ancient cultures from which they migrated from South America, Central America and Mexico. They are considered one of the oldest cultures living in documented history.

These are just a few of the tales of dragonfly from around the world, and in my dream the dragonfly got my attention appearing as a giant ancient ancestor and pointing me to a golden web of dreams giving protection and vitality to the dream catcher being woven by an artist weaver. My dreams are woven from the transformative process inside my being. Blessed by the presence and protection of the golden dragonfly, big dreams are being created in the center of my circle.

Valley Reed © 2021

Balance Between the Worlds

“You must retrieve the dagger” the Faery Queen says, “It holds magic from the other world. You must return it where it belongs, and restore the worlds to balance.”

At the Fall Equinox in 2020 I had an other worldly encounter during a journey with an intention to return balance between the worlds.

I determined to remember the connection to the Faery Queen and the Otherworld, and on the Fall Equinox, a time of balance, I did a conscious dream journey guided by the drum, with the intention to set things right between this world, and the world behind the world.

The Portal – September 2020

I see my guide, from the wee folk, he holds out his hand, and I place an Irish coin in it. He then smokes his pipe, and I tell him I will bring him tobacco next time. He takes me before the Faery Queen. She is tall and beautiful with her long silver and white hair. Her dress is a gossamer material glowing in white and blue light. Her staff is silver with a crystal ball a top. She takes me over to a reservoir of water illuminated by a blue and white light. A mythical blue phoenix flies around the perimeter, and across the surface, in a magical display of beauty. I stroll around the magical pool of water, and the Faery Queen tells me, “It is a portal”, and says, “Get in.” As I walk towards it to enter, I am moving deeper into the Earth, like stairs descending, and I enter it from underneath it. Just then the pool surface changes into a vortex swirling with great force in the middle. A White Lion jumps into the vortex joining me in a watery realm of blue and white light. We move through it together, traveling far across time and space until we approach a golden gateway. The White Lion enters the golden gate and turns from white into a Golden Lion in a land of sun and sand. I follow behind him and notice we are in the Middle East. I hear the voice of the Faery Queen instructing me what to do. She speaks of an imbalance that has occurred, “Magic was stolen from the otherworld, and placed in sacred objects, to use the power for selfish aims.” I see before me a man whose face is covered by a black scarf, and he holds a golden jeweled dagger in his hand.

“You must retrieve the dagger” the Faery Queen says, “It holds magic from the other world. You must return it where it belongs and restore the worlds to balance.” I approach a man with a black veil covering his face, realizing he is an Assassin. I then take on an invisible cloak, so that I may move about undetected. I walk right up to the Assassin and take the dagger from his hand and make haste to return it to the Otherworld.

Upon my return I stand before the Faery Queen, and she takes the dagger from my hand. She places it’s blade onto the Silver blade of her Sword. She then places the sword into the water of the Faery Pond, and the magic moves down the blade and into the magical pond. The Balance of magic between the Otherworld and Earthside has been restored

Heart of the White Lion June 2021, Summer Solstice

On this Summer Solstice weekend I offered a workshop on Dreamweaving your Destiny and when I pulled on my own thread of destiny, the story unfolded. As I drummed for the group, my own journey emerged and I was guided by fox to an ancient tree with an immense hollow. I entered inside where this time a Golden Faery Queen greeted me, who had just been in my dreams from the night before. In my dream, she gave me her golden robe and gossamer wings. As she stood before me now inside the journey, she reminded me of what had taken place previously in restoring balance between the worlds. The dagger had been retrieved and magical energies restored to their rightful place in the otherworld. She placed the golden robe upon me once again and the golden energy moved to encompass the entire space surrounding everyone in the circle. The Faery Queen handed me the dagger and told me it was a magical tool I could use to help heal. I was given permission to make use of it’s healing powers to help others, because of the role I had played in restoring balance and returning it back where it belonged. Just then the White Lion, who had showed up as a guide in my first journey, was now beside me once more. Only this time the portal he entered was my own heart. He jumped into my heart and I felt a tremendous surge of energy and strength. I became aware of the pain that I held in my heart from grief and loss and betrayal, and it began to slip away, no longer having a home there, and radiated out of me in the form red lines that echoed into the Earth. The White Lion had given me the strength to reconnect with my own heart and my own truth. A deeply meaningful healing that brought me a feeling of freedom and liberation. Many other group members experienced deep healing, significant break throughs, and visions of their soul destiny.

Written by Valley Reed © 2021

The Weaver

Since the Spring Equinox of 2021, I’ve been dreaming with the Weaver. She paid me a visit in my dreams on that night, and I’ve been tracking her wisdom in myth, stories and dreams.

The Weaver – 3-21-21

I woke this morning from a mysterious dream of an older woman who was tall and slender and learned as a weaver. She was there to teach me her skill at weaving, and told me it was time for me to learn what she had to teach me, I can no longer put it off. I knew it was true, but I did not feel a desire to learn from her, whose energy seemed harsh to me, and I felt weaving is not a skill I am prone to naturally. I could see by learning this skill, it would set my path to a crossroads where I would have to make a choice about the direction of my life, but without this skill, I would not make it to this crossroads. The deeper teachings being transmitted through the practice of weaving include connection, discernment and inclusion. The ability to see the threads of fate and destiny and make choices. I knew internally I need the teachings of the weaver, but I do not want these lessons to be harsh. The weaver teacher has a need to share her wisdom, and if the student does not choose to weave, then she cannot share her life’s work and her gifts go to waste. She carries both a sadness and resentment about this, that weighs on her slight frame. She is a Crone and guide, able to teach me about the strands of my life, that can be woven into a beautiful path and sacred container.

Waking – Aware of the struggles of being at the beginning of something, and learning something new that will affect my life journey, leading me to a crossroads.

Action – Invite the weaver into my dreams open to learning and practicing her gifts.

Spider Woman of Teotihuacan, Mexico

There are many stories and myths about the Weaver, she is the ancient wise woman who weaves the world. The Mayan Goddess Ix Chel brought weaving to women, was a midwife and psychopomp who oversaw all phases of life and death, fate and destiny as measured by the moon and the stars. The Spider Woman of Teotihuacan, Mexico predates the Aztec culture, and is also called the Great Mother Goddess. Similar stories of Grandmother Spider as Weaver can be found in by indigenous people of the Anasazi (Pueblo), Hopi, and Dine’ (Navajo) Southwestern Native Indian stories. Canyon de Chille, AZ in the four corners area holds a site sacred to Na’ashje’ii Asdzaa (Grandmother Spider). Spider Woman Rock is a red rock spire rising over 800 feet from the canyon floor like a giant needle. Spider Woman was said to have woven a web from this place that covers the vast area of the Navaho lands.

Spider Woman Rock in Canyon de Chille, AZ

Baba Yaga of Slavic origin, Athena and Arachne of the Greek Myths and Ariadne of the Labyrinth in Crete are all weavers. There is the well known western fairytale of Sleeping Beauty, who pricks her finger on a needle from a spinning wheel to fulfill her fate. There are the 3 Fates also called the Norns in Scandinavia, and the Moirai in Greek myth known as Clothos (spinner), Lachesis (allotter) and Atropos (unturnable). The Primordial Greek Serpent Goddess Ananke is said to have created herself, before weaving the world. The Egyptian Goddess Nuit is another Cosmic Weaver and one of the oldest weavers of the Universe. So many stories of weaver, so many webs to unfurl.

Web Walker 4-15-21

I am conscious in this dream, suddenly transported to a dark desert canyon, where a woman stands dressed in a sheer white cotton blouse and skirt. She has black hair with a few white streaks. She has a round sweet Native face. The narrow canyon she enters is in striated grey tones. She walks in her bare feet on a sandy path deeper into the narrows of the shadowy canyon. She steps into a circle of moonlight shining on the path. She makes eye contact with me, and looks down at her feet, showing me the layers, upon layers, of webs loosely wrapped around her ankles. The webs carry stories, and she walks with ease and keeps a slow and careful steady pace. They do not constrict her movement, but her stride is small, and she must walk with intention in every step she makes, to be sure and safely carry the many folds of webbing draped around her ankles. Deeper she goes into this ancient sacred place. She carries the dreams and stories of her people to awaken them in the deep womb of the Great Mother.

“Web Walker Canyon” by Valley Reed
in watercolors all rights reserved.
Valley Reed © 2021

The Return of Spring

Venus just leaned down and asked me

to tell you a secret, to confess.

She’s just a mirror who has been stealing

your light and music for centuries.”


The turn of the wheel opens the door to the Spring Equinox on Saturday, March 20th, 2021. A powerful portal between Winter and Spring, when the astrology wheel circles into completion in Pisces and begins anew in Aries. Venus enters Aries the next day on the 21st to help fuel her underworld transit to meet the heart of the Sun. This Venus Cazimi completes a cycle of Venus, and begins anew on March 26th. It is a good time to begin a Venus journal to track her movements over the next 18 months. This powerful and potent window of emergence and revelation is also connected with Isis and her underworld journey, or Persephone and her return from the underworld bringing with her all the wisdom she has gained as Queen of the underworld.

The New Moon in Pisces last week, had me journeying with a group of magical women to dream into the underworld and convene with the Goddess Persephone, as she prepares to arise into Spring. She is assisted by Hekate who delivers her into the arms of the Earth Mother Demeter.

When I journeyed into the lower realm with the Queen of the Underworld, she showed me a shattered mirror on the ground and said, you cannot build your life on broken dreams. She then showed me a full length mirror, where an image of a maiden goddess reflected back to me. I knew it was time to reclaim her and bring her with me on the return journey. Hekate was our guide and gave me her sight to help me find my way. She guided us to greet Demeter at the doorway of Spring. When I arrived, I offered Demeter a Pomegranate. I said, “look what I grew.” She greeted me with open arms ready to share her abundant nature and beauty with me. She offered me a gift, which I am to keep secret as part of entry into the Elysian Mysteries.

This Spring Equinox feels particularly important this year because of all we have been through over the past year. We have learned much, and suffered greatly. Many have lost loved ones, jobs, and relationships. Many feel as though we have lost our footing. Stepping back into the world may feel tenuous. It requires us to take our time and be mindful as the world tries to swing back to some kind of frenzied normalcy. We can instead keep our focus on what matters, who and what we truly love, and dreaming into becoming who we truly are. Perhaps that means bringing back parts of ourselves we have left behind, or perhaps it means leaving behind what was never ours to begin with.

Valley Reed © 2021

The Light of the Universe is Within You

“You hold more stories than you know.

The Light of the Universe is within you.” 

I feel the stars within me, 

I am the Milky Way. A vast Galaxy, 

spread out among the stars.

“She’s got her feet in the stars,

And her head in the Universe.”

I have red and black designs across my being. 

I am the beaded monster. 

I feel a power rumbling through me, 

a trembling current of healing energy.

I have become a Gila Monster. 

Stretched across the stars, and the stars are within me, 

from this place of dreaming and healing.

The Black and Red Lizard lives beneath the Earth.

Energetic ley lines in land and sky.

Bridging Worlds within, and Galaxies without.

A lightning bolt of red and black, 

brings a healing design to my drum, 

a vibration to travel upon, 

to track the path of Gila Monster, 

A path of healing and dreaming.

I see parallel realities of myself, 

existing in other dimensions.

The strings of my drum, 

create separate doorways.

I ride upon a giant serpent dragon.

It is ancient, primordial, 

known to me 

from another place and time. 

I want to know her, 

and remember her story. 

Valley Reed © 2013

Honey Hearted

“….Last night, as I was sleeping,
I dreamt – marvelous error! –
that I had a beehive
here inside my heart.
And the golden bees
were making white combs
and sweet honey
from my old failures….”

“Last Night As I Lay Sleeping” by Antonia Machado

My mother died on New Years Day, and my heart was broken open. I began to see the patterns that had kept my heart trapped my entire life. It was as if I was looking through the eyes of my mother, being feed the sweet honey of her wisdom of a life lived for love over 88 years. I now could open my heart to her love and receive the gift of her loving wisdom.

I came to visit her the day before her passing, she was sedated and snoring. I spoke with her knowing on a deeper level she was hearing me. I told her how much we all loved her, and thanked her for bringing us all here. I told her it was ok for her to go, it was ok to let go. Just then, I felt a surge of energy pour into me from her and move through my body and out the top of my head. It was surprising, and at that moment I knew some part of her had gone, and some part of her remained in me. A transmission of her love, her last gift to me. She died early on New Year’s Day around 6 a.m. and about 5 a.m. I woke to get a drink of water, and saw my car emergency lights were on! A strange sight, I went out to check on my car and saw the emergency lights button was pushed into the on position. I knew then my mother had passed. I spoke to her, and let her know I got the message.

The next day I saw and felt her spirit around me and when I was finally able to get some sleep, I woke up in the middle of the night and saw her spirit standing over me at the foot of my bed. Another dream came where I heard her knocking on my door. Later the next day, I went and sorted through some of her things and brought some home, and placed some on my altar for her. She speaks to me mostly through my heart, and I am listening. She is teaching me more deeply about love.

I see my mother in the birds, when I went to her house to continue sorting through some things, a hawk flew in front of my car as I turned onto her street, and then again on the day I went to pick up her ashes, the hawk flew circling over my car as I made my way home with them. One morning a beautiful finch sang a lovely song to me as I sat on my porch drinking tea and I felt the joy of it’s song and the presence of my Mom. When I set up my altar for my mother, burning candles for her journey, I had the urge to include a group of Canadian Geese feathers I was gifted years ago. The story behind the feathers goes, one day I was driving with my mother to treat her to lunch, and as we passed the creek by her house, a group of Canadian Geese came up out of the water and began to walk toward us. Just then a dog came after them chasing them into the street. A cacophony ensued with feathers everywhere, and as the geese crossed the street in front of my car, they left a bunch of feathers behind. I got out of the car and gathered them up and brought them home, keeping them for some purpose I did not know. My mother had looked at me with curious amusement and asked, “What are you going to do with those?” Now as I placed them on the altar for my mom, I recalled the event of that day and the gift left behind. I counted them as I carefully placed each feather on the altar. I saw there were 4 large feathers, one for each of her children, and 9 smaller feathers, one for each of her grandchildren. The gaggle she left behind and gifted to the world, like each of those feathers. She is on her own migration of spirit now, may swift winds carry her soul home. Later she appeared in a dream once more, to let me know where she landed. A beautiful lake reflecting a luminous pink on it’s mirrored surface. She told me, ” This is how I look now!” She made it home.

White Rock Lake Sunset photo credit Valley Reed

Last Full Moon of the Decade

On this final Full Moon of 2020, I am taking time to reflect on the dreams of the last decade and those which arrived in 2010. Here are some, and how they took root in my life.

Photo by Carolina Teteris

The White Tiger and the Cave of Innocence – Summer Solstice 2010

I am in a dark cave where the light of my soul hovers above dark waters. I see a white tiger emerge from the mountain and sit beside the water looking into the darkness. The water surface is covered with what looks like oil, and a creature crawls out covered with the black tar. The tiger looks at the creature covered in oil and wants nothing to do with it. She turns her head away. The White Tiger jumps into the water, its white fur contrasting with the deep darkness is amazing to see. The tiger swims through the dark waters and reaches a place of murky astral waters where many spirits are floating. The water begins to clear as the tiger swims further out to sea and into the clear waters. She emerges on another shore with a rope in her mouth and she is pulling a boat. Inside the boat is a royal looking woman with maroon colored clothing and gold trim, and wearing a regal shaped head dress, a man sits behind her wearing dark blue clothing with gold trim. On the shore is a small girl of about 7 who runs toward the boat to meet the visitors. I am now back inside the cave again, where the black covered creature is still lying inside the cave. The White Tiger begins to wash the creature and reveals it to be the small girl seen previously running to greet us on the beach. The child lays in the arms of the white tiger as she is lovingly cleaned, nurtured and protected.

I was sent photos the next day by a teacher, revealing the two people I saw in my dream. My teacher was at a ceremony in the Altai Mountains in Kirgizstan, where many shamans had gathered from places around the globe. The woman in my dream, and in the photo was an Altai elder. She later revealed when she lit the ceremonial fire, she saw the spirit of a small girl released.

This dream confirms for me the cross cultural nature of dreams, and the ability to transcend borders and bilocate to another physical location. I have seen this occur in my dreams and shamanic journeys many times over the past decade, and continue to learn how to bring forth my healing gifts in service to others and the planet.

Bringing Up the Bones 9-11-2010

A wealthy, older white man wearing a burgundy and gold smoking jacket, will host a social gathering at his private residence. He escorts me into his office, which is in disarray. There is a beautiful old Asian desk made of antique bamboo. I am walking around in his space looking at how to organize it, and I walk over the top of the desk in my bare feet. I am wondering if he really wants this desk, he obviously is not using it, and I really like the way it feels under my bare feet. I am thinking about asking him if I can have it, although I already have a new desk. I really like this one, it is very ancient and regal. I hop down from the desk not saying anything, thinking if I am meant to have it, it will come. The wealthy owner takes me outside and we arrive at his private home. There is an Asian woman who lives there with him. She greets me, leaving the door open as we enter the house. Suddenly, there is a commotion while some kind of creature escapes through the front door. I am thinking it is a family pet like maybe a cat, but when I look more closely, I see what appears to be a bat or maybe even a phoenix. I can’t quite make it out. It moves very fast, and has such unusual energy. There are many birds flying after it that look like doves. The wealthy man and the Asian woman move quickly and immediately fly out the door after the creature. 

I am left standing in the house and I walk outside to see there is a lake, and a boardwalk by the sea. I am looking at the water and am now joined by two shamanic teachers. One tells me there are bones at the bottom of the sea, and that the bones are my ancestors, and they are Buryat.  I am told this is the line of shamanism which I am connected through my ancestors. We must awaken the bones, and bring them to the surface. I can see in my minds eye the bottom of the ocean, and the sediment of salt and minerals that make up the bones of the ancestors. As we focus on raising the bones of my ancestors, I can see a white circle forming on top of the lake. Nearby huge waves are rising from the ocean. The more we focus on raising the ancestors, the more the waves become very high and come crashing down on the boardwalk. The energy I am raising is through my ancestors, and my teachers are helping me.

A week after having this dream, a Turkish friend in Istanbul sent me a photo of a white circles floating on water. They were reported being seen appearing in different places, and no one knows what they are, or why they are showing up.

When I saw her picture I almost fell out of my chair because it looked just like the circles in my dream, that were from the bones of my ancestors. I have been very focused on honoring the ancestors and working with their energy over the past decade. I am also called to assist others in reconnecting them with their ancestral gifts and lineages, and bringing forth their collective energy for wisdom and healing.

Faery Joy 11-14-2010

I dreamt of hearing strange beautiful music and seeing lovely faeries with white lilies and orchids, with yellow and orange sunlight, feeling complete joy and beauty.

The otherworld is a place like home for me, a place of joy and beauty, wisdom and healing. The good folk are my other than human relatives, and my connections there have continued to grow. I was fortunate to visit Ireland in 2018 and 2019, guided and invited by my dreams, where I met up with my Faery Kin.

Persephone Planting Her Seeds 12-20-2010

  I dreamt of an encounter with the Goddess Persephone. She offered me a Pomegranate which she held in her hands and told me.  “If you never open the Pomegranate, you can not plant the seed and the tree will never grow.” She then took a single seed from the open Pomegranate and planted it from which a beautiful tree grew tall, full and strong like magic.

This dream planted many seeds for me, including continuing to grow my connections with Persephone. I began offering monthly Women’s Dreaming Groups on the Full Moon, and later facilitated biannual Women’s Retreats over the past 7 years. I went on to become involved in Women’s activism and organized several International Women’s Summits, including one in Sarajevo in 2019 with the Kolo Women’s Cross Cultural Collaboration, where I was Executive Director for 5 years. Part of our work involved trauma informed care and training, and collaborating with the MMIWTX for No More Stolen Sisters!

As this decade comes to a close and another begins to open, I will keep my dreams focused on what seeds wish to be planted at the New Moon of 2021 for the coming year and decade. I have some Moon Flower Seeds ready.

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