Midnight Butterfly

by Valley Reed

 

Rise into infinity,

Come away with me,

Come away with me.

 

Midnight Butterfly 

wild and free,

show me possibilities.

 

Giant wings alight my crown.

My head in flight,

and my feet on the ground.

 

Enter the infinite,

beyond inhibitions.

No prerequisite

for dream exhibitions.

 

Free to roam

and wander around,

explore the mundane,

reveal the profound.

 

Dimensions of dreaming,

flooding my mind.

depths of meaning,

wise and kind.

 

Dream memories land

on fluttery wings. 

Beyond understanding 

the order of things.

 

Midnight butterfly flight

visit my dreams, 

guide me tonight…

 

Wisdom wings

of the soul kind,

open my mind.

 

Travel far 

on intentions set, 

Discovering where

you haven’t been yet.

 

Creative winds 

are expected to blow.

Remembering how 

to forget what you know. 

 

Rise into infinity

Come away with me,

Come away with me.

 

Midnight butterfly

take me dreaming

From a sight so high,

reality is streaming.

 

Butterfly flight 

in dreams tonight,

take me where

you want to go.

 

Show me your wings,

covered in all things

artful and mysterious. 

Show me places 

marvelous and curious.

 

Set course for

the upper realm.

Whisper your magic spell,

with love at the helm.

 

A place where spirit dwells 

in the unseen world,

let my wings unfurl.

A place my soul delights

and vision swirls,

let dreams take flight.

Dream Blessings Given

I was given,

a Falcon Feathered Cape,

and with Freyja I flew.

A Bird Goddess Escape

to shores I never knew.

I was given,

by friend Black Panther,

a Shaman’s Stone.

Dream mapping

timeless answers

and dimensions unknown.

I was given,

a shiny gold bracelet,

by my old friend crow.

It was a key to a star gate,

Little did I know.

I was given,

by Star Lady Blue,

a web of light,

to travel through,

…on timeless dream flight.

I was given a Lapis Egg of Blue

Our Lady showed me her love,

through and through.

She showered me with pink rose petals,

I jumped up and felt joy I never knew.

I was given,

the Book of Uriel.

by the Soul of my Soul.

The one who knows

the book of life,

and every story told.

Upside Down World

Assassin’s Dagger

“To have sensed something sublime in the life/death/life movement of the seasons, to know that contained in you is the knowledge to pull the sword from the stone and to live well in fierce woods in deep winter.”  – Martin Shaw

Recently, I was sharing with a friend, a story of when I carried my daughter in my womb. It was close to her due date and she was not ready, not yet. She was not head down in position to be born into this upside down world. My OB told me I needed to do something about this, or else schedule a C-Section birth. I wanted to have her naturally if possible, so I was determined to turn her around. Nothing I tried was working, so I decided to ask my dreams for help. I incubated an intention into my dream for assistance turning my daughter into position. What came was this surprising dream.

Faery Queen

I see beside my bed, a Crone of Asian lineage. She has come to help in response to my dream request. She places her hands on on the top of my womb, and when she does, her hands light up. She moves her hands down, step by step, making a path of light for my daughter to follow. I feel my daughter flip inside my womb, and move her head into the portal of her birth in my pelvis. The Asian wise woman,  who has interceded on our behalf, tells me one last bit of information before she departs. She says, “You know, your daughter is a Faery Queen.” I am thinking to myself in the dream, What’s a Faery Queen and does that come with a manual?

I was thinking about that powerful experience of my daughter turning, head down to be born, assisted by a mysterious dream midwife, and it got me thinking about my connections with the good folk in dreams over the years, and also the dreams my daughter reported of visiting other realms, where she had two beautiful women teachers from the Faery folk. She would visit there often and learn from them. I once dreamt into a dream with her, when we both had the same exact dream of her graduation from her learning in the otherworld. My dreaming was a waking dream that appeared before my eyes clear as day, while my daughter slept taking a nap, and when she woke, she described the same dream I had just seen. I was told by the beings in my vision, to create a portal to the otherworld in my back yard. I was quite concerned by what they described asking me to build, I felt it was too big of a responsibility to manage a portal like that in my back yard. I did not understand the importance of it at the time, now looking back, I can see it was a portal between her more than human people in the otherworld, and this world. It was so she would remember who she is. I suppose the portal closed after that, she no longer reported dreams with her Faery mentors any longer. She began to forget who she was. 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

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, to return 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.

Returning magic to the Otherworld

Valley Reed © 2020

Merry Meet Mabon


The Fall is here, and normally we would be so excited about this season where we can look forward to so many festivals and family celebrations, but in 2020 nothing is the same as what we have known before.

We are exhausted, our country is grieving, and we are grappling with how to move forward with our lives as individuals, as communities, and as a country. We are having to look at every part of our lives right now, no stone is unturned, to see the systemic injustices, environmental impacts, feeling the economic downturn, losing loved ones and fearing impacts from the pandemic. This reveals our class system, the racism, the sexism, all the isms. It appears our World is really out of balance.

This is where the Autumn Equinox comes in, as a point of focus, to remind us the universe, and nature herself is always seeking balance. We are in a place where vision is crucial as we move forward. This is a portal we can explore in connection with the otherworld, or the world behind the world, when the veil is thin and the ancestors are near.

Mabon is a Celtic Fall Seasonal Celebration known as the 2nd Harvest. The 1st being in August for Lamas, and the 3rd being on October 31st for Samhain, when the harvest of souls takes place with the Wild Hunt, and the good folk come through from the Other world. A time when Winter and the Celtic New Year begins. It should be particularly Wild this year as it is a Full Blue Moon in Taurus on Samhain. We celebrate the 2nd Harvest on Tuesday, September 22nd, 2020 with gratitude and sharing, releasing and healing, to help bring life back into balance. Incubate a dream and ask, what do I need to do to help bring my world, and the world behind the world, back into balance. The role of the shaman or witch or healer, is to help bring the unseen worlds into balance with the Earthly realms, and thereby protecting the community. When calamity and despair, disease and disgrace starts to appear, it is time to look into the otherworld to see what prayers need to be spoken, or forgiveness asked, permission granted, or repayment of some kind offered. This is a kind of justice, and what we can offer now, will determine what we are able to receive later. So join me in celebrating Mabon and creating balance in our world, and don’t forget to vote this season!

 

I Am All and Nothing

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I am small,

small in my views,

I leave little trace,

only a few.

I am big,

bigger than allowed,

my stance is truth,

and my news is loud.

I am closed,

closed in my mind,

I search for security,

but cannot find.

I am open,

open to change.

I blow with the wind,

and my thoughts rearrange.

I am ground,

under my feet,

bury me there,

when death I meet.

I am tree,

rooted deep.

Reaching for the sun,

under shadowy sleep.

I am wolf,

howling at the moon.

Seeking my clan,

and knowing who.

I am rain,

dropped from the sky

where I go now,

I know not why.

I am Ocean,

vast, deep and wise.

Primordial Mother,

from HER I rise.

I am All and Nothing

and everything between.

When I’m awake,

I’m dreaming.

 

Valley Reed © 8/9 2020

 

Dream Travel in the Age of Social Distancing

My beloved was in the hospital this week, having surgery in the midst of the Covid Apex. I could not be there at the hospital with him because of concerns of me getting exposed to the virus. It was difficult for me to not be there with him as his advocate, and my concern about his safety due to Covid were hard to take. My worries felt unbearable at times.

Finally, I decided I had enough of worrying, and not able to be there for him and with him at his time of need. I traveled to meet him in a conscious dream.

I gathered my protective energies around me, and cloaked in a golden light I transferred myself there to his hospital room. I came surrounded by a bright golden light and shared this healing energy with him, directing it to any places needed for his healing, protection and speedy recovery. I told him to remember my dream visit and the golden light.

The next day we spoke on the phone, and I asked if he recalled any dreams. He said, “You were in my dream.” Oh really, what else? ” I asked.  A golden light” He said. “I thought it was morning, and so I asked the nurse what time it was, 3 a.m.  she said.” That just happens to be around the time I made my dream visit.

Later that day, he was released from the hospital a day after his surgery, I picked him up and brought him home and we are now focused on his speedy recovery. I am so grateful.

Valley Reed © 2020

Dreams of Octopus

March 22, 2020

 

I see a huge blue Octopus at the bottom of the Ocean dreaming. I see his dream body swim off across the deep sea. I am tempted to follow him, but decide to stay with the sleeping Octopus in the sand. He has his head in the sand, like a portal into another world, or a black hole maybe.

 I am drawn to one of the long blue legs of the Octopus, which are spread out on the sand, extended in all directions. I feel that I am now in the consciousness of one of the legs of the Octopus. I am the Octopus, and aware that this is a being, which I am part of, that makes up a multidimensional consciousness. I wander in my awareness, over to the portal where the head should be, with some trepidation, but muster the courage to enter deeper into the dark and unknown portal.

I find myself back in my own body, in a place between my heart and soul. It is deep and dark and mysterious. There is so much energy here, I have held back from life. I feel a freedom there now, I have not felt before. I feel I have access to this deeper part of me, that before was locked away from me, because it felt like there was no place for it in the world. Now the world calls out for my deepest heart and soul to be shared, to dream a new world into being. There is a place for me in the dreams of Octopus, at the bottom of the sea.  

Valley Reed © 2020

 

 

 

The Sky Shined Through Me

Dream inspired poetry by Valley Reed © 5/20

Swan Comet photo by Damion Peach

There is a point of power,
in the palm of my hand.
Difficult to hold,
flowing through like sand.

Sacred words are spoken,
and seeds of intention land.
The stale air is broken,
but I’ll grow to understand.

Truth instead,
now hangs in the air.
My heart open,
to what is said.

My eyes catch,
golden lights glistening.
I felt spirits rising….
….and I am listening.

I take it within,
And wrap it up tight.
It gets in from the tear
between wrong and right.

In a deeper sense of the truth,
I am dreaming.
Like a comet’s tail,
The sky shined through me.

 

Tumbleweed Mandala

 

 

 

 

I saw a sacred wheel
spin without end.
Sacred geometry flying.
A Tumbleweed
blowing in the wind.

A piece of my past,
and my peace of mind,
weaving an intricate design.

An imaginal cell,
looking for a place to land.
Mapping the future,
as far as I can tell.

A dream mandala
with something to say.
A strong wind blowing,
on a calm clear day

A dream inspired poem by Valley Reed © 5-14-20

 

Jung and the Mysteries of Wordless Transmission

Niān huá wéi xiào – pick up flower, subtle smile

Vernal Equinox March 20, 2020 

As I lay in bed, immersed in some dream I can’t recall, my cat stirred me from my dream, while shaking his head intensely, ringing the bell on his collar. The sound and shaking effect, shuffled my dreams like a deck of cards. Each card flipping by was a thin reality of other dreams. I landed in a dream in black and white, where an old man wearing speckles held out a colorful bright pink origami lotus flower in his palm, while looking at me directly and smiling. – Dream ending.

A  lot of energy was held in that small bright pink lotus. I paused to feel the heightened crisp energy in the dream space between black and white, past and present, and the colorful seed of awakening I was being offered.

It was held in the hand of Carl Jung. I felt he was offering a symbol from the collective unconsciousness about spiritual unfoldment, synchronicity, dreams, and multidimensional reality. I woke up immediately to record my dream in a dream journaling app on my phone. But instead of writing my dream down immediately, as I would normally, I found myself scrolling through previous dream reports.

I landed on a previous dream I had recorded about Carl Jung and Synchronicity. There’s that dream shuffle again. I was amazed when I found it, because it was as if I was looking for it unconsciously. I could feel the energy of the lotus from my dream, now surrounding me in my physical space, in the form of synchronicity.  I knew I was being sent an important message.

Dream Lecture and Synchronicity News – March 8, 2020

I pull out a newspaper from the trash can, and it has a long article about synchronicity on the front page. The headline is in large bold letters, but very long sentences. I take the paper over to a group of women meeting in a building of a co-working space. I have a book on dreams by Carl Jung in one hand, and a newspaper article on synchronicity in the other. I join their meeting and begin talking about the topic of dreams and synchronicity. I do so by example of finding this newspaper article on synchronicity in the bathroom trash, right before coming to give this lecture on dreams. – Dream ending.

In the potent energy held in the Archetype, Jung reaches across time and space to send me messages in dreams and synchronicity. This is a fascinating study in consciousness. The Pink Lotus itself is an archetype associated with the Buddha and nirvana. In some Buddhist traditions paper lotus flowers are created and burned as ancestral offerings or for those who have crossed over, or as a kind of spiritual currency, offering appreciation for blessings, and invoking good fortune of prosperity and health (Shih-Mou).

Zen Buddhism is rooted in the wordless transmission of the Flower Sermon, where the Buddha holds up a Lotus Flower with a smile, and is received by a smile from Mahakashyapa, who then becomes his entrusted successor (Dumoulin, pg. 9).

Jung writes, “One day the Buddha silently held up a flower before the assembled throng of his disciples. This was the famous “Flower Sermon.” Formally speaking, much the same thing happened in Eleusis when a mown ear of grain was silently shown. Even if our interpretation of this symbol is erroneous, the fact remains that a mown ear was shown in the course of the mysteries and that this kind of “wordless sermon” was the sole form of instruction in Eleusis which we may assume with certainty” (Jung, Kereny, pg. 179).

Now this connection comes with the arrival of my dream on the Vernal Equinox, a time when the Elysian Lesser Mysteries took place, in preparation for the Greater Mysteries in the Fall, as referenced by Jung in the image of harvested grain. As the fates would have it, I did take part in journeying into the Lesser Elysian Mysteries, weeks after having this dream, when I participated in an online class series by Robert Moss on Shamanic Dreaming with the Goddess.

In my journey, it is revealed that as Demeter the Mother, I enter the underworld in search for Kore. I present her with a white flower.

Dreams are a path of direct experience, and wordless transmission, through the potency of archetypal energies. Synchronicity is the transmission of messages from the world behind the world, which may include written words, or words of speech overhead, or a song that comes on the radio, or a dream image showing up in waking life, accompanied by a larger energy of recognition that may feel other worldly. The mysteries of the collective unconscious are a place we frequent in dreams. In my dream, Carl Jung presented this to me as a pink paper lotus and a smile.

Written by Valley Reed©2020

Sources

  1.  Dumoulin, Heinrich (2005). Zen Buddhism: a history. p. 9. 
  2.  Jung, C. G. & Kerényi, C. (2005). Essays on a Science of Mythology: The Myth of the Divine Child and the Mysteries of Eleusis. Routledge; 2 edition.  Routledge, p. 179.
  3. Shih-Mou Kou, Shu-Chi Chao, Chi-Hsiung Tseng, “The Construct and the Symbolic Meanings of Paper Lotus in Taiwan” Department of Visual Communication Design National Yunlin University of Science & Technology.

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