Valley Reed

Magic Books in Dreams

by Valley Reed

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On this morning, I woke with a dream in my mind, it was a dream of remembering. I could still feel the energy of it in my body upon waking. I could feel it deep in my belly. The image that hovered in my waking memory was of coming upon a magic book which belonged to me in this dreaming reality. It was a Grimoire which held my name. I was dreaming of myself as a witch yet again, in another life. This dream showed me how it was passed down through my matrilineal ancestral line, and how my mother, sister, oldest niece and myself were all present in this life and carried the magic gifts of the craft. I did not recover my name upon waking, as it was written on this magic book. My body however, continued to remember sensations of feeling this beloved book in my hands and how intimate it was. I knew each page where I had written the magical words, from my experience as a witch. I saw in my dream, the energetic vehicle for my visit across time. It was a hexagon structure of sacred geometry. It was so familiar, I knew when I saw it that was how I had traveled to this dream space to remember.

Book of the Ancestors – June 2001

“Earth, Air, Fire, Water,

Shower these upon my daughter

Give her power,

Give her strength,

Bring her everything she needs.”

These magickal words were spoken over me by an ancient crone. It was during a soul recovery training retreat I attended over 20 years ago. The final conscious group dream journey we did of the training was to recover ancestral memory. In my journey, I found myself in a cave where not a soul could be seen. I thought I must have taken a wrong turn, or perhaps I was the only of my kind left, there was no one there but me. I felt completely alone.

I then began to hear chanting coming from underground, and looked up to see the old crone approach me. She took me to a place in the cave and had me lie down on the earth on my back, as she sprinkled water over me and said those magickal words. The ground beneath me lit up with fire and my back was emblazoned with the design that was carved on the ground beneath me. The design of my clan was that of the turtle. She then took me up into a small room where an old wooden desk held a dusty old book, a lantern, and a golden key.

She picked up the book and told me to open it and read the names. I looked at the pages and they were blank to my eyes. She began to beckon me stronger to read the names, I was afraid and could not see them because of my fear. Suddenly the names appeared, I looked at them page after page and found this book contained the names of healers and magickal people from generation after generation. She beckoned me to read the names, but I could not. I was afraid I might find my name was contained in this book.

The Book of Uriel 01-15-12

I am conscious in my dream, in the twilight zone. That place in between waking and dreaming, where dream exploration can become conscious. I saw a kind of pink lace design that caught my attention and as I looked closer, I suddenly saw a book appear in my hands. A yellow book covered with some kind of animal hide. The title reads, Book of Uriel. I open it turning the pages and find myself staring at a scene of a place that stirs such a longing to return here. I suddenly find myself transported inside the scene on the page of this book. There is a Roman arched bridge over a flowing river. On the other side sits a beautiful white castle with black turrets rising to the heavens. The ache inside my soul to return here is painful. It is a place I love deeply. If only I knew where this place was, that I have never seen before in my waking life.

This location pictured below, may be in the right territory where my French Hugenout ancestors may have played out many dramas here, or perhaps I was caught up in one of the German World Wars where this place was used as a hospital during WWI or the experience of crossing over the river into freeedom in the war against the Nazis. Whatever my connection to this place it was one that effected my soul greatly and a place I feel a great desire to return there. Especially when given the passport to do so in the book of Uriel, my guardian angel.

Goddess of the Underworld

Persephone, queen of the underworld, 480-460 BC, found in Taranto, Italy.

The Fruit of the Pomegranate Tree

Oh Persephone!

You came in my dream

and showed me,

The pomegranate seed.

You said,

“If you never open the pomegranate,

you can never plant the seed,

And the tree will never grow.”

Well, you opened that fruit,

and planted that seed.

The tree grew tall and strong,

fully grown, before my eyes,

like magic.

You opened me,

as you did the fruit.

You planted that seed inside.

I have grown worthy

of becoming a tree.

I have much to offer,

from the land of the dead.

The seed of the goddess

is planted in the deep, dark earth.

I reach up toward the light,

as my branches stretch,

strong, tall and beautiful.

I can hold the weight,

of the abundant,

juicy, fruit of the ages.

Ready to be picked,

and broken open to feed the soul.

I can lead others

into the dark,

into the mystery of becoming,

where the richest fruit,

and most magical trees grow.

by Valley Reed

Dreaming on the Other Side

By Valley Reed

I walked into the local watering hole the other night for some open mic fun, and sat myself down at the bar to order a glass of wine. Sitting there taking in the scene, I notice a man down the bar from me who looks positively terrified after making eye contact with me. I then notice he is crossing himself and praying, before looking up at me once again, as I am met with a look of someone who has just seen a ghost. I decide to go over and let him know I am not a ghost, and reassure him he is not being haunted. He was visibly shaken and showed me a photo of his departed wife, who to my eyes, looks nothing like me, and then showed a photo of his 9 year old daughter, who he also lost. It was a sad story which had taken it’s toll on his soul to have incurred such a loss of his family. He certainly brightened up during our conversation and I began to feel that the presence of his departed wife was close by me, and that was who he was seeing when he looked at me. I have never been mistaken for a ghost before, but this is the time approaching when the veils between the worlds thin, and departed spirits walk amongst the living.

In traditions such as Dias De Los Muertos celebrating departed loved ones with colorful altars and favorite food and drink is a way to feed not only the memory of the departed, but also keep them happy, so as to not have them hanging around when they are not wanted. It’s just like when you invite friends over to your house for dinner, and when you are done you expect them to go home again. Beyond celebrating the memory of departed loved ones, there are other connections to explore through our night time dreams where departed loved ones show up.

The Departed may still be among us and not realize they are dead, they may need assistance in helping them to cross over to their soul’s ongoing journey. The morning of 9-11-2001, I woke from a dream where I was in NYC and it looked like a war zone. There were ashes raining down from the sky and people running around in chaos and fear. A woman came up to me and told me how glad she was to see me there. I looked at her and said, but don’t you know you are dead? She looked down at her hand which was no longer part of her body and knew it was true. At that point a portal of light opened up and I helped guide her through the portal. EOD

I woke from this dream shaken, but had to get up and take my young children to school. On the drive back home, listening on the radio, I heard what was actually taking place in New York City that morning. I went home and turned on the T.V. and saw some of the images from my dream playing out in front of me.

In dreams, the departed can visit us and may often appear in the guise of a younger happier time in their life. Visitation dreams from the departed can bring timely information about future events that may play out, from health advisories to stock tips. I often smell cookies baking, when my grandmother visits me in dreams, who was a sweet as she smells, and loved to bake. It alerts me on a sensory level to the energy of her spirit visiting me, and the very real nature of her presence.

Ancestral dream visits can also bring through lost lineage or ancestral wisdom, as well as spiritual gifts or talents that have been passed down to you through the family tree, but perhaps not yet developed or cultivated in this life. My Grandfather who played fiddle music by ear, once presented me with a mandolin in a dream and told me I needed to learn to play. I have also dreamt of lost family connections, showing where Native American Ancestry are located on my family tree through my great grandmother on my paternal side. Which may also explain the many Native American guides which appear in my dreams frequently.

Dreaming with the departed also offers us the opportunity to experience reunion with loved ones or healing difficult relations toward reconciliation and forgiveness. This can be on a collective ancestral level or on an individual level specific to your relationship. My relationship with my father had much left unsaid when he passed, but through dreaming I was able to bring through forgiveness and reconciliation for us both.

Sometimes in cases of sudden death or difficult relationship losses, we may experience soul loss where part of our energy goes away with the one we love. Dreams may show locals where you are still living with a departed spouse or ex-lover. You want to be sure and bring back all of your energy through soul recovery and dreams are the best doorway through which to travel, to bring back lost soul energy into this realm. My ex-husband passed many years ago, and in waking life he had addiction problems. In the afterlife, he was still hanging around to fill his addictions through the living, and in fact took part of my energy with him into the afterlife, because he was so afraid to go there alone. Through the dreams that came during this time, I was able to re-enter my dreams for the purpose of soul recovery with the help of my teacher Robert Moss, to reclaim the parts of me that had gone missing, which included several of my younger selves from ages 4-11. I was also able to then help my ex-husband cross over into a higher realm of soul, where he was met with beloved family members and did not need to be afraid or cling to the living.

In Dreams, you can travel to explore the afterlife with departed loved ones and gain a glimpse toward understanding the other side. The departed can become helpful dream guides in this life and the afterlife.

Garden of the Goddess

gardenofgoddess — Garden of the Goddess in Cerrillos, New Mexico

The Lion’s Gateway 7-2013

I see an image of and ancient stone gateway, with statues of guardians on either side of the gateway. The guardians have female heads and breasts and the body of a lion. I swing through the lion’s gateway of the Goddess and find myself at a dream teacher retreat. EOD

GreekLionGate — The Lion’s Gate in Greece

I did feel as though my dreams literally brought me to the dream teacher training in July of 2013 to complete the final level of the training. It was as if I was brought by some greater force than my own. I was not planning to attend, thinking there would not be enough resources for me to take that trip this time. Somehow upon sharing some of my dreams in the weeks leading up to the training, my partner insisted that I go. “You have to go,” he said. It became clear that my dreams were pointing my way there, and so I arrived at the training as though swinging through the gateway of the goddess.

Not long after, returning home from the training, it became clear to me that it was time for me to leave Dallas and move to New Mexico. In the weeks leading up to making my move here to the Garden of the Goddess in Cerrillos, New Mexico, I had a several other goddess dreams that once again had the effect of propelling my life forward.

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Becoming the Lion’s Gate Guardian of the Goddess

I am a woman with very large breasts like those of a nursing mother. I am standing by the gateway of the Lioness gate. The guardian is a woman sphinx with the head and bust of a woman and the body of a lioness. My teacher stands near the gate and tells me, “You will have to do this for yourself.”

It seemed I was learning how to become the Goddess and also a guardian of the gateway into this Ancient Wisdom of the Goddess. My role there was to be present, and also bring forth the nurturing energy, that was held in my very large breasts, which I could not conceal. EOD.

BeeGoddessNeolithicSpain — Neolithic Spanish Bee Goddess

Spanish Hexagon Bee Goddess 8-5-13

I see a woman with her hair pulled back in a Spanish styled bun. She lives in Santa Fe and she is a bee goddess from Spain. She is me. I see the hexagon energy she carries with her wherever she goes and it is connected to the greater hive of hexagons that other goddesses carry. Her power is considerable and strong, she is self assured, but loving, kind and nurturing. She is connected to the old ways and embodies them. She has a kind of fluid wisdom that exists in her every movement and gestures. The hexagon she carries in her hand, is an etheric key of interdimensional travel, and how she creates her reality. EOD

In taking these three powerful dreams of the goddess and guardians of the goddess together, with how my life has changed so dramatically over the past 2 months, and finding myself living at The Garden of the Goddess, no less, I am drawn to the fact that the power of the land, where I now live, carries an immense healing and nurturing energy. It is something that I am getting to know in my self and in my larger self. The yurt where I now hold dream circles on the full moon of each month houses a dark virgin goddess, who was brought from Indonesia. The mystery of the dark feminine and the Great Mother Goddess, the connection with Cybil and the Lioness Goddesses of Greece and Turkey, and the tradition of the ancient bee Melissae Bee Goddesses are all coming forth in this place for me. It is my hope that I will continue to dream and embody this ancient wisdom and mystery traditions of the Goddess and I feel blessed that she, in her many forms, has chosen me as worthy.

Following the Dragon on the Turquoise Trail

turquoisequetzalcoatl — Aztec Turquoise Mosaic of Quetzalcoatl from the British Museum

Years ago, a series of dreams had been calling me to come and live in New Mexico. I finally decided to pay heed to these nightly dream callings and went to live at a retreat center called Garden of the Goddess, located on the turquoise trail on a scenic route between Santa Fe and Albuquerque. Cerrillos is the official town where I was living, which was at one time the capital of New Mexico, a thriving center of trade and turquoise mining. Cerrillos was located along a trade and pilgrimage route between Teotihuacan, Mexico and Chaco Canyon, New Mexico, where parrot feathers from Mexico and Turquoise mined from Cerrillos, New Mexico have been found in Chaco Canyon.

Turquoise became a form of monetary trade between these two spiritual power houses. Turquoise itself was believed by indigenous tribes to hold the spiritual power of the blue sky above, so it is understandable that the stone would be popular in these places of spiritual pilgrimage.

In August of 2013, when I discovered the opportunity to move to New Mexico and live on the Turquoise Trail I had this dream.

Chaco Pilgrimage

I was dreaming about the people of Chaco Canyon, seeing the immense pilgrimage that went on where people traveled to the city to take part in a harvest festival. They wore beautiful colorful clothing complete with parrot feathered headdresses. The pilgrimage came from Mexico as they walked the turquoise trail to Cerrillos and then onto Chaco Canyon where thousands of people were gathering for the festival.

I later discovered what I had dreamed into was in fact was true, my bit of dream archaeology was confirmed during a visit to the local historical museum in Cerrillos, New Mexico, which had an article about the history of the Turquoise trail.

Many of my dreams have featured the energy of the dragon or winged serpent known also as Quetzalcoatl from Mexico, and also the Gila Lizard Monster which is native to New Mexico and Arizona.

LIZARD WOMAN 12/08

I see a map of Arizona, there are rainbow colored arrows pointing from Flagstaff and Sedona southeast at an angle to a particular spot on the map and then the arrows go back up headed northeast. I can hear music playing in connection with the arrows on the map. I can also hear a woman’s voice speaking to me. She tells me it is time for you to accept your own power, it is time for you to wake up! I can see a large tree that has appeared several times in my dreams previously. I then see under the earth in the area on the Map where I was shown, there is a huge lizard that lives under the earth. It is moving and I can feel the energy of it, I can see the scales of its skin and the design of it with red and black in an intricate woven design. The energy that I am feeling and seeing in the dream suddenly is in my throat and then into my heart. I feel my rib cage expand open and it cracks loudly. I am now feeling the energy of the Lizard Woman and she is calling me to her. She says, you need to come to this land. I feel the deep coursing energy of this place in my own body in my throat and heart. I feel the energy of this lizard that has been woven together through story and song through the centuries of the people who inhabit this place. It is a place of deep healing and a place to embody power. EOD

I was deeply touched by this dream experience and felt it was a call from the land itself to come and claim my power.

She’s Got Her Feet in the Stars and Her Head in the Universe 7-28-13

My teacher is talking about my dream and says, “She’s got her feet in the stars and her head in the Universe.” I am now huge like a galaxy spread out like the Milky Way. A power begins to flow into my being that is like a dragon. I am feeling it in my whole being, and I begin to breath like a dragon, and make sounds like a dragon. I find that I have become a Giant Gila Monster, I have red and black designs across my being, and I am the beaded monster. I feel the power of this energy and tremendous healing energy within me. The vastness of my being and the incredible energy of the Gila Monster, carries an intensity and vibration in tuned with a sound and vibration that resonates through me. I become conscious in my dream and notice this as a very real experience. EOD

Upon researching the healing practices of the Gila Lizard associated with the Dine and Arapaho peoples, I found that it does indeed have to do with reading the stars and consulting the star beings, as well as high vibration healing energies that come through the hands of healing practitioners. The spirit of the Gila Lizard comes through the healers, and their hands shake as they confer the healing energies.

It was after having this dream, I knew it was time for me to go back to New Mexico. It was time for me to follow the dragon who is leading me along the Turquoise trail connected to Teotihuacan, Mexico to Cerrillos New Mexico to Chaco Canyon New Mexico. Just before moving out there I had this dream,

8-20-13 Following the Dragon

A long dream where I become conscious at one point when I am there with another woman and we are talking about the dragon underground. I become aware this dragon is under the earth in Santa Fe, and it is this energy that I am connected to that is bringing me there. I am following the dragon. EOD.

A Bridge Between Worlds

When we learn to navigate between the worlds of waking and dreaming reality, we have access to creative problem solving and rehearsals for everyday life. We can view the latest reports on the state of our health, relationships, bank account, career path or education. Dreams create a bridge between multidimensional reality and our everyday waking reality and help us bring more of who we are into our everyday lives. Active Dreaming is a unique synthesis of modern-day dream work and ancient shamanic approaches to dreaming guided by the sound of the drum, where you can learn how to create a bridge between the worlds through dreaming.

Our indigenous ancestors knew how to go dreaming and track ahead during their night-time dreams to find animals to hunt, sources of water, what herbs which could heal or how to protect loved ones from harm. We are all a little bit shaman, because we each dream every night. Learning how to remember your dreams and share them with others is part of the first steps to crossing the bridge between worlds. Once you are in dialogue and relationship with your dreams, you can learn to direct your intentions consciously through dream incubation for night-time adventures in the dream world. You may discover spiritual guides or powerful animal guardians to help you brave up to your biggest fears or take respite in beautiful nature sanctuaries for healing and renewal.

It is through the gifts of dreaming that we create our world and when we bridge the waking world with our dreaming world, we are in communication with our deeper self and the language of the sacred to guide our steps. If you have ever had a de ja vue experience, it is possibly because you have dreamt it before. Dreams are experiences and not just phantoms of the confused mind. Science has shown that the body translates images as real experiences and that is one reason why imaginal healing has shown to be very effective. Dreams are also places to discover the powerful images we interact with in our inner world. They can help us study for a test at school, learn a new language, or create something completely original.

So when you go dreaming tonight, incubate a dream and picture yourself crossing over a magical dream bridge to discover conscious adventures in the multiverse. You may even want to re-enter a dream and discover more information from it. What ever your destination, make sure to set a clear intention for your journey and then, be sure to bring back a dream to share in your journal or iwith a trusted friend, because dreams are meant for sharing and they help create the stories of our lives. Important not to forget, is that dreams also require action and an important part of the Lightning Dream Sharing process I teach, encourages dreamers to determine what action to take to honor your dreams. In this way we are then able to cross back over the bridge between the worlds and bring our dreams into waking life. This is nothing less than magic and something we can all learn to do with a little practice. You can learn more about bridging the worlds at my upcoming workshop Dreaming the Hearts’ Desire.

by Valley Reed

Dream Archaeology in the House of Many Lives

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In my dream, I am moving into a house in Italy. The house is built on top of a pyramid that is buried underground. Showing me around the house is my dream guide. He is telling me what I will be learning about while living there. He tells me this is also a house where counterparts in other lifetimes exist. It is here that I will learn about who I truly am. I am shown a lifetime where my older sister is a Witch, and she is sewing tarot images into colorful cloth panels, making them for divination. She is my teacher. EOD

In researching this dream, I discovered that in fact there was a discovery of underground pyramids that were uncovered beneath the wine cellar of a house in Italy last year.

A group of Italian and American archaeologists discovered a unique underground pyramid in the town of Orvieto, Italy. The constructions carved in volcanic limestone rock were found underneath a wine cellar of a residential house. All lower constructions were completely buried under the ground.

http://news.discovery.com/history/ancient-egypt/etruscan-pyramids-120918.htm

There is a system of what is believed to be 5 pyramids connected by Caniculo, underground tunnels of which at least 2 pyramids have been uncovered. The pyramids are believed to be built by the ancient Etruscan people dating back to the 5th century BC. The Etruscan people are considered to be the keepers of the Old Religion from which the practice of Stregheria was passed down, or Italian traditional Witchcraft. According to Wikipedia “Stregheria use the ritual tools of cup, wand, pentacle and blade, which are seen in the suits of occult or divinatory tarot cards. ”

The Stregheria have a fascinating history rooted in the presence of Aradia, a pagan priestess who incited a rebellion against slavery and the power of the Roman Christian Church to oppress the peasant classes and those who followed the “Old Religion”.

This dream has sparked a lot of research and further digging on my part to unearth a part of buried history, but also recover more information in what appears to be connected to a life lived before as an Etruscan Witch.

Soul Mother

Soul Mother

I am dreaming inside the earth, deep inside her darkened womb. I see colors emerge of a rich dark red, swirling amidst the deep darkness of earth. An inward spiral flowing back out again. The swirling energy of life, appears now as a red cloak covering a beautiful goddess. Her long hair is draped down around her looking like a Renaissance painting. I am drawn in by her beauty and she is wrapped inside the sacred color of life and blood. She gives birth to new souls emerging from her womb. The souls appear as a dark shadow at first, and then drifting up through the surface of the earth, they transform like alchemy into children of golden light. Her work as Soul Mother, flows on continually bringing forth soul, after soul, into this realm. She is the life giver who brings us life and to her, we will always return. She is the Alchemist, changing the dark matter of the earth and the soul, into gold ready to merge with the light of the sun and spirit.

The Great Mother creatrix gives birth to the prima materia, soul matter. This continual birth of soul matter from the heart of the earth, is perhaps the innumerable creative soul works that are always flowing into our realm from the depths of the womb of the Earth Mother. Hers is a constant love to birth forth more soul into our world. Hers is a remembering of the sacred power of the mother, who through her love and body continually brings forth soul creations to nurture life. I honor her on Mother’s Day and the ability to bring forth and nurture soul work through the depths of my being and into the light of day. I honor my creative abilities to birth something new into the world.

Rainbow Serpent Dreamtime

Rainbowserpent

Rainbow Serpent Dreamtime

In the midst of a conscious dream, I see three Aborigine men playing music and singing a sacred song. The songlines take me into the Dreamtime. I begin to see the mythic Aboriginal Rainbow Serpent emerge and it spreads giant across the stars looming before me. I also become aware that this same energy exists within me, and the rainbow serpent begins to emerge from my heart and solar plexus. This creative energy is undulating in and out of my heart weaving between my heart and the stars. The creative pulse of this ancient cosmic dance, brings tremendous energy into my body and my being. I am expanding ever outward into the spiraling dance of the dreamtime, and returning again and again to the universe expanding inside of me. EOD

The Aborigine Rainbow Serpent of the Dreamtime and the songs that evoke her, create the world. The energy of the ley lines tell where to find water and navigate the land. The energy lines are evoked by the songs and carry the stories of universe, stars, people, plant animal, river and stone. The stories carry me into the dreamtime. Many indigenous peoples understand that the dream world is the real world, and where our waking reality is created. The songlines and dreamlines are also connected with the energy ley lines on earth, as a map to navigate during dream travel. We are connected with the universe and the ground upon which we walk, as integrally as with our own breath. Our body carries the stories of our lives, just as the earth and the universe carry the stories of creation, that is ever being created. We are ever creating the sacred stories of the universe, the earth and our body, with each breath we take, and every beat of our heart and every dream we enter. This dance is being dreamed by our ancestors and they are inviting us to dance with them, out of which a new world may be born.

Tracking the Dreamtime

My dreams have been teaching me about the indigenous mind over the years. I have gone dreaming with Indigenous Peoples from Kyrgyzstan, Africa, Mexico, Aboriginal people of Australia, and also U.S. Southwestern and Hawaiian Native Peoples among others. The indigenous mind might say, “I went dreaming”. Many westerners like to describe dreams they share by saying, “I had a dream” it seems almost in passing, and indeed much of the dream, may pass from our memory on waking. The indigenous mind shares dreams as an experience and a real place one can visit or where ancient ancestors may come calling on you for a visit.

Naming Ceremony

When my daughter was 4 years old, I had an extraordinary experience of a visit from the powers of dreaming. I was not yet asleep, but sitting up in bed in my darkened room, about to lay down and rest. I saw what appeared as blue lightening, streak across my bedroom. I knew it was from someone of power paying me a visit. I was astonished by what I saw, but not afraid at all. I was calm in fact, and somehow seemed to know what was about to happen. I looked out my bedroom window and saw a man standing there, somehow familiar to me. He sent me a telepathic message asking permission to come inside. I knew he wanted to take me on a journey and so I gave permission inwardly and settled into to bed. The second I closed my eyes, I was transported to a foreign land where a ceremony was going on. We were outside and there were a number of large boulders in a somewhat barren landscape at night. We were among a small group of people who had gathered for this ceremony. He let me know it was a naming ceremony for my 4 year old daughter. She would receive her spiritual name during the ceremony and I was invited to participate as her mother and hold witness to the ceremony. I was not allowed to know her secret spiritual name, but there to give my permission and blessings on the ceremony.

There have been other stories I have shared here in my blog, that recount extraordinary dreams. One thing I am beginning to learn is how this plays into my life and how I can understand the dreamtime, where time and space exist simultaneously, without separation. Indigenous peoples pass on the stories of their culture, which are interwoven and inseparable with the land where they live. In the dreamtime, one can travel to a possible future, or the storied past, all existing in the present. The Indigenous Mind does not think of time as linear, but circular where always, there is a return.

Return of the Ancient

When my son was 3 years old, I had a dream that I was sitting on a Mesa overlooking the Grand Canyon. An ancient elder sat across from me drawing a circle in the dirt with a stick. He began to trace the circle and tell me about my son, who he is and why he is here. He let me know, that my son had not reincarnated on this plane in a very long time. I asked him how long, and he pointed at the canyon and I saw it was no longer there, but now stood as one solid land mass. That is a very long time, I thought to myself.

Lizard Woman

I hear music playing in my dream and suddenly, I am looking at a map of Arizona. A journey is laid out for me on the map in rainbow colors that show a route of travel to places I must visit and tracks the path I must follow. I am then in the landscape of a dessert terrain, with some large trees that are near a spring of water. There is one Tree in particular I am drawn toward, and as I draw nearer, I can hear a woman speaking to me. She is calling to me in a haunting lilting cadence, “Come to this place, it is time for you to claim your power. It is time for you to come to this land for healing and claim your own power.” I see her working with me, and she buries me partially in the earth, as she does a healing ceremony for me. Now I am in an underground hogan, where herbs hang from the ceiling and I lay covered with a native designed blanket and I am dreaming. In my dream within a dream, I see a huge Gila Lizard that lives beneath the earth. It stretches giant across Arizona and lives beneath the ground. I am aware of this ancient place where the land is interwoven with the stories of the peoples who have lived here for centuries. The powers of the land, guard these sacred places. Years later, I learned that the Gila Lizard is sacred to the Navajo people as a great healing ally. The name Gila even evokes the sound of Heal. In this dream, my power was hunting me and singing me into being. I once again feel this place of power calling to me inside myself. I am ready to follow the rainbow tracks and songlines of the dreamtime, ready to discover my place of power on the path of an ancient people who have called to me.

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