The Triple Spiral is said to be an ancient symbol from the Neolithic era, which means Earth, Sea and Sky, or Life, Death, and Rebirth, or Body, Mind, and Soul. The Yellow and Black Garden Spider is also known as the Writer Spider who can inscribe designs in the center of her massive web, that often appear in doorways. The triple spiral is also known to signify the triple Goddess. I have been drawing spirals since I can first recall as a child, a kind of soothing doodle, or perhaps ancestral memory. While it is well known as a symbol inside New Grange, this ancient symbol can be found in ancient designs across cultures.
Writer Spider
Blowing In the Wind 4-21-26
In a recent dream, I saw a massive web in front of the door to the retreat center where I had just finished teaching this past weekend.
The wind blew the web away from the door, as the bottom had come untethered and the web blew free in the wind. I became conscious in the dream. I noticed the doorway of the retreat center, where a rainbow unity flag had hung, but now held a triple spiral design in the center of the web that covered the doorway. The huge web blowing in the wind felt like an invitation from spirit to be guided on the next strand of my journey guided by the great weaver, Grandmother Spider, the old one who weaves the world into being, and leaves her invisible threads as paths to travel in dreams as a bridge between time and place, and between Earth, Sky and Sea. What is written in the center of her web becomes a spell of creation, or a mystery into the unknown.
Unity of Augusta
Cosmic Web
The first night of the retreat, I had a powerful dream journey with lots of energy coming through with the stellium of seven planets in Aries and the New Moon. A cosmic web was shown in the stars, and a typical yellow and black garden spider sat in the middle of the web, waiting for me. The center of the web had a single thread, which out of that there was two other webs coming up from behind, and connected to this original web next to me. Three webs connected by a single strand. The energy these webs held were shimmering before me in rainbow colors.
Neolithic Dreaming with the Ancestors
The Dream web is interesting, and the energy intense. When I saw the web in my dream, strung before the door of the retreat, with the Triple Spiral woven into the center, it seemed connected to my journey guided by the drum, which opened the retreat where the spider first appeared in the center of a cosmic web that was strung across the galaxy by a single thread woven into two other giant star webs vibrating with energy. Three webs of galactic energy.
The last guided journey of the retreat was tracking sacred sites on the Earth by way of ley lines, as a mode of dream travel. I first visited New Grange, Ireland in my dream travels, and saw the triple spiral inside the Neolithic tomb, guided there by strands of energy ley lines. Perhaps this is a favorable wind blowing the dreaming web in the direction of my Irish ancestors at the sacred site of New Grange, Ireland and the Neolithic tomb where the mysterious triple spiral rests.
Triple Spiral at New Grange
Some of my Irish ancestors are traced back to New Castle in the Boyne Valley, not far from New Grange. I had recently told a friend in Ireland that I would like to visit New Grange next time I visit. We are planning for me to come to Ireland in the coming year to offer a retreat on Collaborative Dreaming with the Otherworld.
Certainly we will delve into the mysteries of New Grange as a cosmic sanctuary of the Sun and the Seasons, and the energy ley lines that connect sacred sites together and the web of energies that exist in the land and the stars as maps to travel in dreaming to the in between and the Otherworldly places interwoven with the Earth, Sea, and Sky in Ireland. In my dream journey, I tracked many ley lines through Celtic lands, from New Grange, Ireland to Stonehenge, England to Chartres Cathedral, France and the Rose lines of Southern France. All ancestral territories in my blood lines.
The invisible threads cast by Grandmother Spider are a wide web of collaboration in dreaming with the lands of my ancestors.
Collaborative dreaming includes the natural world, and trees are especially important. The tree of life contains entry into multiple realities. A portal to ancestral realms of experience rooted in the underworld, where the depth of the ocean and primordial wisdom remains. The heart wood of the middle realm, is where our more than human relatives reside, those who live close to the Earth, where we may find portals to the Otherworld and travel ley lines and timelines of past, present, and future. The upper realms are where winged ones, angelic beings, and the presence of the divine is encountered. Where holy ones, spiritual guides and teachers appear. A place of vision, prophecy, and questing a spiritual path, or creating a shared vision of community. The Tree of Life is the place where we begin and the place where we return, when we go dreaming, guided by the drum, on conscious group dream journeys to explore dreaming paths.
The journeys into and through the tree of life, are guided by the animal guides as part of our instinctual nature. Impeccable guides who know their way around the dream realms, and can assist us with their specialized skills. We can trust their guidance into dreaming and in our waking life too. The animal powers are part of our vital energy, an energetic relationship that brings us into dreaming based on the intention we have set. This is a primary skill in collaborative dreaming, learning to trust ourselves very deeply, and learning to let go and allow the dream to unfold without needing to change or control it.
The tree of life is a container for dreams, and a portal into other realms.
Stuck Dreams and a Hand Up
I am dreaming with the huge tree and crawling around the roots of the tree. I climb up the trunk and go as far as I can, but become hung up where I can go no further, there in the middle of the trunk is where my dreams have become stuck and not getting through to me. I am not getting my dream messages, I endeavor to release the dreams held there by untethering a fear that was holding them there. When I release my fear, my dreams are let go and now can make their way back to me. I continue my way up the trunk and into the upper realm at the tip top branches of the tree. I see a rope drop down from the upper realm, and as I climb, a hand drops down to help pull me up.
Trees are home to Earth spirits and ancient souls
I recall many years ago a dream where I was walking through a forest at night, and it was very dark. As I looked around to see what I could see, I noticed a green light surrounding the trees before me. I stepped up to take a look and saw within the green light of each tree was the face of the soul within each tree. I was thrilled to see confirmed what I had felt around trees since childhood, but could never articulate it. Trees not only have a sentient presence but they have their own language, made of light.
Light Language
I am standing before a huge ancient tree, I am pulled into the inside of the tree, inside the trunk. I see a green light shining within the tree and the information transmitted in the light is transmuted from to Sun to feed the tree, and give energy. This light language is now encoded in me, and shared with the community of trees, shared with me from inside the tree.
Trees as Earth Guardians
I am dream-walking across space and time to a beach in Crete. The beach has thousands of tiny shells on it, as I walk barefoot I can feel the shells crunch under each footstep, and I hear the sound. There are no people around, and no houses or businesses around anywhere, no boats or cars. Only a single solitary ancient twisted tree on the beach. I walked over to the tree and as I approached the energy of the tree pulled me nearer and the powerful energies it holds expands out towards me in waves. I am overcome by this mysterious place filled with ancient wisdom calling to me. I researched the tiny shells on the beach of a small island off of Crete, and discovered there was an island that made purple die from the tiny mollusks, that was all they had on the island, only for making purple dye that was highly prized and used only for royalty to wear. On the island is an ancient forest of Lebanese cedar, that looks like twisted drift wood. As I move toward the ancient tree before me, I feel a tremendous energy coming from this tree the closer I get. I am finding it harder to move closer and stay lucid in the dream, and wake up.
Indigenous roots
In a recent Dream, I found myself standing before a beautiful Beech Tree reflecting her beautiful light to me as I stood in her presence grateful that such an incredible being was before me. I later discovered the American Beech tree is indigenous to Georgia, where I will be visiting in a few weeks to teach a retreat on Earth Dreams. This is just the kind of collaborative interaction that dreams can bring, to root us in place and dream into the stories of the land, and our own stories that we also carry, that are rooted in our Soul Wisdom. When we share dreams together, we nourish one another very deeply. Just like a Forrest shares its nutrients through the roots. Earth Dreams bring us back to recall not only our stories, but our more than human relatives who we live amongst, as part of a community of beings.
The Great Turning is described by Eco-psychologist Joanna Macy, as the shift from an industrial growth society to a life sustaining society. There are multiple ways this shift is happening around us as a society, and within each individual, in the midst of undergoing social change and transformation. Moving into the Great Turning, we encounter stages of Holding, policies, direct actions and legal actions, which help stem the tide of destructive policies and actions harmful to life systems. The second is Structural Change, where we can envision and create new systems. A transformation from Patriarchal systems of “power over” to more Matrifocal systems of “power with”, rooted in sustainability practices, equality, community, and the web of life. The Third focus is Consciousness Shifting, which includes an awareness that we are all in this together, there is no separation (Brown/Macy pg. 5-6). We are all part of this Great Turning, and dreams connect us to the web of collective consciousness, and continue to awaken and inform my actions, of what is mine to do.
In the midst of the changes surrounding us, grief and healing are part of transformation. It is for me a process of honoring and grieving what has been lost, to be able to more fully embody a vision of the future. In 2017, my dear friend Baba Ifayomi was tragically murdered in Dallas, Texas. An African American Civil Rights Leader, initiated as a West African Yoruba Priest, he and I stood shoulder to shoulder many times protesting on the streets, or playing drums and singing sacred songs, or honoring the ancestors with prayers. The night after attending his “Homegoing” Ceremony, Baba appeared in my dream.
Valley Reed with Civil Rights Activists, Charles Hillman and Olinka Green at Baba Ifayomi’s “Homegoing” Ceremony
Photo by Andrew Buckley/Special Contributor Dallas Morning News
Sacred Contract
I held in my hands a contract, which read at the top, “Civil Rights”. Baba approached and took the contract from my hands. He said, “You don’t have to do this anymore” and gave instead another contract, which read at the top, “Healer”. This dream set my focus more clearly, on what direction I must take to honor my Sacred Contract. I had the sense that my previous contract, was the completion of an ancestral contract, started generations ago, by an abolitionist ancestor whose home was part of the underground railroad.
The Healing path has shown itself to me in many ways over my life, for my own healing and that of others. The following dream, showed me a deeper realization for my path as a dreamer and healer.
The Dream World is the Real World
I am in the hypnagogic zone, or the twilight zone as I like to call it, I see a horse very near to me, so close I could touch it, and hear it breathing as we stood together under the night sky.
I see it’s bushy sorrel colored Winter coat. I am amazed how real this conscious dreaming experience is, and say to myself, the dream world IS the Real World! I know I have said this many times to students as a Dream Teacher. This time seems different, I am getting this deeper awareness and experience of what this means. Now I am standing before the cave of the Goddess, and two frog headed nymphs with luminous blue faces guard the entrance. They hold either end of a Turkish looking sword, between them. They tell me, “Pick up the sword of truth to gain entrance to the cave of the Goddess”. I hear an inward voice ask, “Still the real world”? I respond, “Yes!” I pick up the sword of Truth to enter deeper into the wisdom of the Goddess. Now I am walking through a forest hugged meadow along a narrow dirt footpath. I see at my feet, an egg shaped stone in the middle of the path. I pick it up and hold it in my left hand, and find it fits perfectly in the palm of my hand. It is covered with moss, and has the seal of the Goddess embedded on its surface. It holds the ancient powers of the Goddess. I now bring my awareness inside the stone, where a golden light streams into the cracks and crevices of this ancient universe. I hear the voice of the Goddess speaking, “You must open up more, and stop being so guarded, let go of your fears.” I can feel all the places where I have become guarded, from pains of past betrayals. I open myself completely to the Goddess, and allow her golden light to permeate all the cracks and crevices inside my being. I have stepped more deeply onto the path of wisdom and ancient truth of the Goddess.
“Oweynagat” entrance to the Otherworld, sacred to the Celtic Goddess Morrigan Photo Credit: Valley Reed County Rosscommon, Ireland 2019
Healing the Stories Held in the Land
I am in an adobe house located in New Mexico, I am standing in the living room, and a beautiful blue crane flies in and hovers just in front of me, and changes into a native grandmother. She asks, “Will you help heal the stories held in the land ? ” I look at her directly, and see the look in her eyes, and reply, “Yes, I will”. I then question myself inwardly, do I know how to do such a thing? As if hearing my thoughts, the grandmother responds, “You already know how to do this, because you know how to listen”.
The Blue Crane is the National Bird of South Africa
I took council from this dream, and when I was asked to organize an International Women’s Summit on Nonkilling Cultures, held in Sarajevo, Bosnia in June of 2019, the answer was…Yes, I will. You see, I had been dreaming also of ancient Slavic bird Goddesses and grandmothers. My presentation in Bosnia, was on Healing the Stories Held in the Land, where I shared a dream of collective soul recovery on sacred lands in a place impacted by genocide, located in the Altai Mountains of Kyrgyzstan. I returned to Bosnia in 2025, at the Kolo Memory in Motion Women’s Summit I helped organize, and taught a workshop on healing the stories of the land for transgenerational trauma. I was also invited to teach a retreat in Ireland in 2019, where I offered, “Dreaming with the Speaking Land and Entering the Otherworld”, this year I am teaching a retreat in Georgia on Earth Dreams, and how are always dreaming, and the Earth Dreams us into being, we are part of her Dream.
“We are all of us, dreamed into being. For the Earth lives in a dream”. (Pg. 373, Buhner)
Shifting Energies
Much is shifting in the Great Turning, including the places on the Earth where sacred vortexes of energies are held. One evening during an intense lightning storm, I was going to bed and noticed a massive lightning storm outside my window. I went on and slipped into bed, tired from my day, and as I closed my eyes, I noticed a presence trying to reach out to me from inside the storm. I was in no mood to open myself to some unknown energy, and declined to respond, kind of like not answering your cell phone, when a call comes in marked unknown.
I suddenly found myself lucid, inside a massive thunderhead, standing before a vortex of blue lightning. A portal through which a dream visitor was about to step through. The famous 19th century Inventor, Nikola Tesla (who was born during a lightning storm) arrived to tell me, “The sacred sites on the planet are changing, and this storm is a transfer of energy, from those sacred sites to Dallas.”
Blue Lightning – Getty Images
I understood this to be a good thing, and much needed in a place like Dallas, which is known worldwide as the place of the Kennedy assassination, and perhaps a lessor known history as having the largest KKK chapter in the world in 1920.
This transfer of energy from sacred sites around the world, seemed an important way to shift consciousness. I then opened myself fully to the energy in this conscious dream state, and was filled with a blue light of sacred energy, which streamed through my crown chakra and down through the rest of my body. I have an inkling, I am now a receptacle of this sacred energy, and fully open to the shifting energies on the planet.
When I wrote this essay to present as part of a Dream conference, I wrote this last line, in a coffee shop in Dallas, the electricity has just blown out for no apparent reason, on the entire block. I guess I need to get the hang of this better, or perhaps my dream Tesla, is having a bit of fun with me, he was known to blow out the circuits of entire communities with his experiments! (PBS News Hour)
This tesla coil snuffed out the power in Colorado Springs when this photo was taken.
Photo by Dickenson V. Alley, photographer at the Century Magazines via Wikimedia Commons.
Bibliography
Brown Molly; Macy, Joanna. “To Choose Life.”The Work that Reconnects, New Society Publishers, Gabriola Island, B.C. Canada, 2014, pg. 5-6, Kindle edition.
Buhner, Stephen Harrod; “Plant Intelligence and the Imaginal Realm.” BeyondtheDoorsofPerceptionintotheDreamingEarth, Bear and Company’ Rochester Vermont, 2014, pg. 373.
Thresholds of coming and going, a dream doula welcomes announcement dreams of birthing something new into the world. A psychopomp as guide to the Other-side, plays death doula to point the departed toward guardians of gateways to the underworld, crossing over the river to ancestral lands into the afterlife, and meeting thresholds of transformation for the ongoing journey of the soul. These profound liminal boundaries of the coming and going of the soul are places where dream doulas await as experienced guides on both sides of this portal of life, death and rebirth.
Birthing dreams may assist in announcing what may be, when given a glimpse in dreams of who is expecting, who is arriving, or any delays in arrival.
Dream Doula 1995
In my pregnancy with my daughter, as I inched towards my due date, she was in a breech position, and I was struggling to get her turned around head down into the birth canal. My OBGYN told me I needed to do something or else she would schedule a C-section. I wanted a natural birth, and so I tried all manner of positions, exercises, and remedies to no end, nothing worked. Finally at my wits end, I incubated a dream asking for assistance in turning her around. Immediately, as I entered a lucid dream, I saw an Asian Wise Woman standing next to my bed. She put her hands on my womb, and each place she put her hands they lit up. She continued to move her hands in the direction of my birth canal, as her hands provided a path of light, and I felt my daughter turn in the womb. She was in a head down position now thanks to the dream doula. She went to leave my side and as she did she stopped and turned to say, you know, your daughter is a fairy queen. I was stunned, and did not know what to make of her statement. Does she come with a manual? I asked. She smiled as she turned to vanish inside the dream.
I went to my OBGYN the next day who was pleased to see I had somehow managed to complete my assignment of getting the baby to turn. After my delivery, I did a follow up with a midwife, and told her about the dream to get the baby to turn. She remarked it is an old midwife trick, done with a flashlight held to the womb, and the baby can see the light shine through and follows the path of light to the birth canal and turns head down.
Thresholds of change for each season or the year, or lunar cycles of new to full moon, are also liminal places of beginnings and coming full circle, where dreams may reflect what has been seeded and what is coming to fruition.
The Psychopomp may assist the departed in locating a portal to the Otherside to cross over or dream into the territory of one’s death as preparation for rebirthing the soul on a home going journey, welcomed by the ancestors.
As Dream Doula we may explore cross cultural welcoming rituals of new family members, and also portals of home going greeted by the ancestors. We welcome and remember, comfort and congratulate on paths leading to the womb of the Earthside Mother, or paths leading to the tomb of the Great Mother. We are welcomed home from Womb to Tomb by Dream Doulas, Fate Weavers, Gate Keepers, and Song Givers of Joy, Celebration, and lullaby. We sing song lines of delivery and travel to the Otherside, for grieving and remembrance, and welcoming the soul home.
Perhaps we can call upon the Dream Doula to assist in the collective rebirth we are undergoing right now, to help turn us around in this upside down world. Opening a path of light for us to follow and find our way through the darkness of the unknown and rebirth into a world where ancient women’s wisdom may be the remedy we need to turn things around.
Mnemosyne is the Mother of the Muses. Born of (Gaia) Earth and (Uranus) Sky she weaves culture through oral traditions grounded in the art of memory with song, poetry, story, music, theater, history, tragedy, comedy, astronomy, and dance. The word Museum comes from Muse and is a container of culture, art and history.
In downtown Dallas there is a small park on Main Street called Pegasus Plaza. It is a project created through the Dallas Institute of Humanities and Dr. Gail Smith, an Archetypal Psychologist. She took on the project in collaboration with the Icon of the Pegasus in connection with Dallas. The myth of Pegasus flew down upon the Earth and where his hoof set foot, four sacred springs emerged. It is from these sacred springs the Muses came forth to bring inspiration and culture. Pegasus has flown over Dallas skies since its first arrival in 1934 atop the Magnolia Building, but landed a few times for repairs, and then retook the skies on January 1st, 2000.
The four springs of Pegasus from which the muses were birthed, come from a mountain spring Cassotis on Mount Parnassus, sacred to Euterpe and the other Muses. It flowed between two high rocks above the city of Delphi and in ancient times its sacred waters were retained for the use of the Pythia, the priests, priestesses, as well as the Oracle of Apollo.
The Hippocrene Spring on Mount Helicon, said to have been created by Pegasus’s hoof, was sacred to the Muses and a source of poetic inspiration.
The Spring of Dodona, dedicated to Zeus, was one of Ancient Greece’s oldest oracular sites, where sacred oak trees and rustling leaves were believed to communicate the gods’ will.
The Spring of Amphiaraus at Oropos was associated with dream incubation, where seekers would sleep near the waters, hoping to receive divine messages in their dreams.
These four springs each have their unique powers connected with Pegasus and the 9 muses, that also flows into feeding further gifts of dreaming, healing and oracular powers. Given that Pegasus Plaza was created as a living story of Pegasus fed by a living spring coming from a spiral and moving through a huge quartz crystal for healing, this is a sacred art sanctuary that roots the archetype of Dallas into a deeper story. Perhaps 2026 will be a year where the powers from the unseen world will surface to reveal a culture of healing, dreaming, and love of the arts. The 7 million raised to create Pegasus Plaza on Main Street in downtown Dallas, is certainly is a worthy investment.
The Red Pegasus is the archetype for the City of Dallas 2026 is the year of the Red Fire Horse
We need the powers of Pegasus more than ever before to preserve and protect culture and the arts, as well as the freedom to gather in the public square in Dallas. Recent attempts to sell Dallas city hall to build a casino and sports arena in place of one of perhaps the largest art parks anywhere, and historic city hall building designed by world famous architect IM PEI, reveals our city leaders are under the spell of Medusa rather than inspired by the muses of Pegasus.
When Pegasus park was planned to be built in the 90’s they dug underground adjacent skyscrapers and discovered a natural spring that drew forth to fill the water feature streaming from a large spiral design and a huge quartz crystal. Surrounding the spring are sculptures of each of the nine muses represented in a stone boulder like Baetyls, known as sacred stones embodying a Deity, or as in the case of the omphalomos, the navel of the world, or anima mundi. Dallas aspires to be a world renowned city, and needs to remember its roots as a city of dreams, but it won’t get there by sports arenas and casinos.
The River of Mnemosyne is known as the river of memory. It was said if you drank from here your memories of past lives would return. As we move towards the end of 2025, and review what we lived through, we may want to forget and move on, but Mnemosyne the Goddess of Memory will have us drink to remember so we may see the future clearly. May the spring of Memory take you there to call upon the powers of becoming into the new year for 2026.
The word Chrysalis stems from the Greek “Khrysos” meaning Gold. The form created to contain the stage of metamorphosis from pupae to butterfly, is often seen with flecks of gold on its exterior. A container of Alchemy.
The Art of Transformation
The Soul inhabits liminal spaces such as Dreams, as a bridge between worlds. A space where we may access more than we know, and become what the Soul knows, beyond the everyday concerns of identity navigating the material world, and instead embodying our authentic nature. The Soul is here to help us remember our deeper story, like the wings of a butterfly emerging from the Chrysalis. In dreams, we are not limited to the physical body and can fly beyond time and space. These midnight excursions can prepare us for the transition to the afterlife, when our ancestors come to greet us.
The butterfly appeared in dreams when both my Mother and my Father crossed over. When my father passed, I woke up my teenage daughter to let her know he had died. She was dreaming, and said, I know, he told me, and then she spoke the exact time he crossed over. She later shared this dream with me.
Butterfly Tree
There is a tree in the backyard, covered with butterflies. Grandpa is sitting in a rocking chair on the front porch of our ancestral house. Mom and me are there to say goodbye as he nears death. We tell him we love him and hug him goodbye. A butterfly from the tree flies over and lands on his shoulder, and he crosses over. He transforms to a younger version of himself and walks across a river where his mother and siblings on the other side are there to greet him.
Afterwards I go into the house of the ancestors and walk upstairs to a library. There in the library, an Appaloosa horse greets me, and a Native looking grandfather is also there. There are many books in the library, inside the house of the Ancestors.
The following dream came months before my Mother passed.
Midnight Butterfly
I am dreaming with a huge butterfly with wings the color of a deep midnight blue. There is magic in these wings. The butterfly comes through my body and out the top of my head and there are four dimensions of this midnight butterfly seen and felt deeply. It is a feeling of the soul leaving the body, like when I go dreaming. The immense energy I feel in the dream, is a mystery to me of what it could mean.
Later, when my mother is in a coma at the doorway of death from dementia, there are no family members there to say goodbye, everything is shut down due to COVID in 2020. I feel the need to bare witness and say goodbye to our Mother for all of my siblings. I gently rub her arm as I thank her for bringing us all here, and her love and care for us all. I tell her it is ok for her to go. As I am touching her arm, I feel her soul energy move through my arm and into my heart and out the top of my head and see the wings of a midnight butterfly migrate away, carrying the four dimensions of love in connection with her four children, her soul carries this love with her into the afterlife.
What of the ancestors and the patterns of trauma that we inherit across generations? Can these patterns be altered? This dream came to inform me of how this may work.
Butterfly DNA
I am dreaming, and splicing the DNA sequence of butterflies, repairing a weak sequence and sewing it back together with a stronger ancestral sequence. I saw the overall DNA sequence as a fabric folded over and over and over again, with a dense grid material like a window screen.
In the DNA sequence repair, I cut the weak link with my mother’s sewing scissors. My view then became hyper focused, and it appeared like editing a sound recording and mixing it together with the preferred experience. In my dream, I was aware the repair process was about editing ancestral DNA, and the generational migration of the embodied soul path being supported in a stronger way.
Recent scientific research published by the National Science Foundation indicates gene editing butterfly wing color patterns reveal that “removing the gene that produces an RNA molecule that controls where dark pigments are made during metamorphosis inside the Chrysalis, causes butterflies to completely lose their black pigment scales, showing a link between RNA activity and dark pigment development. “
Migration
The butterfly is long associated with the transmigration of the soul journey, and welcomed in Mexico as a return of the soul when the monarch butterfly makes its migration journey. The return is seen as the soul of departed relatives, and remembered through the Dias De Los Muertos ceremonies and celebrations. This migration path of the Monarch may take 3 generations to complete. Once when looking at Monarchs flying over my house in Texas as they flew South, I was able to see the energetic grid they followed to their migratory path home. It reminds me of the layers of screen like material folded over and over I was cutting to edit my Ancestral DNA. This energetic grid connects us all, and is one we can travel in dreams to find our way home.
This migration path lets us know that we are linked to journeys and stories beyond our individual lives, that began long before we arrived, and that we may have the chance to complete a story which began long ago by our ancestors. We all have a soul purpose and a destiny to live out, and this includes our ancestral stories. For many of us this means ending cycles of trauma that have been carried across generations, and also reclaiming gifts brought forth from our ancestors.
There are big dreams that stalk us seeking a way into the world. Where do the big stories go when there is no way in? They take refuge in the imagination hovering around our head as ideas that never come to be. They may become part of identity and acted out as a persona, or a myth that lives in the land, and travels in dreams across time and space.
We all exist inside big dreams of past, present and future, and while we have dreams of our own, we are not just tied to our separate wants and needs. We can dream as part of and collaborate with the bigger stories that wish to come through us. We must trust in big dreams in order for them to take root beyond our imagination. We can dream on behalf of others and bring dreams to those who have forgotten or lost contact with their dreams. During times of great change and suffering, it is crucial that dreamers come together and track the dreams that are stalking us. This is where authentic power and everyday magic resides.
I had the following dream after meeting with a small group of women who wished to make plans for a Women’s Summit in Kyrgyzstan next year.
The Most Interesting Man in the World. 12/6/2025
Actor Jonathan Goldsmith
There is a handsome man who has a salt n pepper hair, beard and mustache, he reminds me of the beer commercial for the Most Interesting Man in the World. Big dreams float around his head and in his imagination. Gifts of charisma, magnetism, creativity, design, collaboration, strength, wealth, love, fame, and power. Getting a sense of the gifts held in the dreams floating about him, gives me enthusiasm of what is possible, so much energy here.
Like a whisper of a spirit or a muse, I am tracking the invisible movement of what wants to come together. I hear whispers of Kyrgyzstan coming from the land, and a mandala of colors and energy swirling, held in sand. It is the creative spirit of the project swirling like a whirling dervish.
In terms of the projected dreams and imagination coming together, there is a fracturing of energy where it cannot take root under the feet. I feel the mystery of the spirit of place in Kyrgyzstan, and the movement swirling at my feet, the energy held there in sand, and soft colors of orange and gold, yet fractured in relation to big dreams orbiting the head of the most interesting man in the world.
Djinn Dreams Swirling
I hear the whispering spirits held in this root dream, this seed of solace and healing. I feel the movement spiraling around in the sands of time, blowing in the wind inside this tiny globe of destiny. Like a glass menagerie that has been dropped and broken. The sands of time are spinning in the wind, like a dust devil, like a djin, peri, or genii, controlled by the magician head who has dreams of power.
I am witness to the sands blowing and whispers of the spirits of place, the voices of women held underground. The jinn as spirit used for the grandiose visions of man as ruler.
Only the dance can release the jinn, only the movement can root the memory of Women in the land, and culture whose powers are under the foot of the man.
I hear the whispers of women, and dreams of the land, carried on the wind, calling me in their broken reality, to be released and take seed.
So after recording the dream, I was researching the sacred sites in Kyrgyzstan, and came upon this UNESCO Heritage site called Sulaiman-Too Sacred Mountain in the Fergana Valley, near the city of Osh, at the crossroads of the Central Asian silk roads.
Sulaiman-Too Sacred Mountain in Kyrgyzstan
The story of this sacred mountain goes, that the ruler Sulaiman, also known as Solomon, the mightiest and wisest ruler of the earth that ever was or shall be, controlled 500 jinns, who he commanded to lift him up and make a throne of the mountain, on which he would rule the region. Today, the mountain is a place of spiritual pilgrimage where seekers come to visit caves with petroglyphs, and mosques built along the path up the mountain. Sulaiman was also known to be able to talk with animals, birds, and have powers of the wind. The story of Solomon is bigger than life indeed, he courted the Queen of Sheba, who it is said, was Queen of Yemen, and that she and her people bow to the Sun. It is also said that the Queen of Sheba was a Jinn, while some thought her a Sibyl.
Cave on the sacred mountain
The project in Kyrgyzstan so far, does not appear to be coming together, we shall see what dreams may come, and actions unfold. I have organized a number of international retreats and Women’s Summits, and each time, it begins with a dream of whispering spirits of the land calling me there.
Awaken the Sacred Dream 