Dreams are on the front screen of our coming attractions, and we are paying attention to our dreams now more than ever before. Our lives have slowed down enough for us to spend some quality time connecting with our inner world. Some of us were getting previews of a possible future in our dreams, long before we would live it out. My dream from last year on April Fools Day, upon first look, seems quite fanciful. Looking back at it now, I can see several psychic hits that have surfaced in waking reality.
Epic Storm of the Era April 1, 2019
My dreams from that night were tumultuous and showed a massive dark storm on the horizon, which was affecting the entire world. An epic storm of the era, with a massive dark storm front. As the storm cleared, I saw whales swimming in the air, there was so much water there. It was magnificent to see these gentle giants flying through the air. The Whales appeared twice in the dream, and once near the end. The second time they were swimming through the sky, feeding on all the fish in the atmosphere.
Reality Check – A Whale Mural in downtown Dallas has been covered up for years with advertising. The Mural recently returned due to the slowdown from the Covid pandemic. Please sign the petition to keep the Whale Mural from being covered again!
Then I saw large herds of deer and horses, coming down the mountain trying to find safe ground, the first storm was averted, and they were there in a kind of frantic relief, and then went off again searching for higher ground, before the next coming storm would hit.
The end of the dream, I was walking through the empty streets of downtown Dallas, and not a soul could be seen after the storm had swept through. I went into a nearby shop and there was nothing on the shelves. There were 5 women with light green masks standing in front of a large picture window. I asked them why they wore the masks, they said to bring in the protective energies of mermaid and muse, to avert the storm. I thanked them for their protection.
Reality Check – People are now wearing masks to protect themselves when they go out. The streets of Downtown Dallas are empty from so many sheltering inside. Many are looking at the big picture, and looking for creative approaches and inspiration.
Moving into the future many will feel more responsibility to create a world in harmony with the Earth and Sky, the Whales and fish of the Sea, and animals of the land. We understand that the real protection we seek, is a return to balance with the Earth, and it will require our creativity, imagination, and dreams in order to do so.
Action Plan – Re-Enter the dream to look through the big picture window to get a view of the big picture moving forward, invoking the presence of mermaid and muse as guides.
If you have lost touch with the wisdom of your soul, or creative muse, or perhaps your inner healer, now is the perfect opportunity for you to look inside to rekindle these connections. I invite you to step through the doorway to your inner worlds, or perhaps the other world, is ready to step through you. The key to enter is through dreams.
At a retreat I offered in 2020 of January, on Dream Healing in Hot Springs, Arkansas, I introduced participants to Rainbow Woman. She is very special to me, because she revealed herself to me over 10 years ago, when I was camping with friends, and we were hiking in the mountains. I had noticed an energetic ley line, that I had stepped through as we hiked, and it got my attention. I stopped to investigate what I felt and saw, and when I did, I saw a beautiful rainbow colored woman, made from a plasma like energy. She stepped right from the core of my being, and through my physical body. She turned around, staring me in the eyes, face to face. Her beauty, wisdom and magic astonished me. How could such a being step from within me, in such away? She then shot up the mountain in a flash of white light traveling the energetic ley lines I had seen. Later, she visited me in dreams and shared with me the 7 Rays of Healing, and asked me to share this with others. She took me into the stars, and showed me how to birth new galaxies. Now when I return to Hot Springs on Dream Healing Retreats, I always end with a journey to connect with Rainbow Woman, and her healing energies, because she is very special to me, and she asked me to share her with others.
January 19, 2020 Healing Journey with Rainbow Woman
Finding My Way Down into the Earth a small circle of Ancestors gather around a small fire, and Rainbow Woman appears as a maiden with her white buckskin dress and braids, dancing to the drum. The song of the Grandfather sings into the fire, as she dances. The song carries her into our world, on rainbow energy lines. She flows her rainbow energy into our circle, and she follows the rainbow to the West, where it ends, and a doorway between the realms, opens into another galaxy.
The dance continues, she invites me to follow her, the song is sung supporting this dance, this journey. We are dancing with starlight, a new galaxy, as we focus prayers of healing for the Earth. We shine rainbows on the children enslaved and in prison, afraid and abused, offering them love and healing, freedom and support.
Then we dance through another doorway of light. White light, a circle of sisterhood is dancing in a circle. I am told it is good I found my way here, and I welcomed into the circle. Only a few are ready and willing to enter into this Sacred Sisterhood. We dance visions and open the way with courage and wisdom for the women on Earth bringing change. The light is shining on each Woman, shared with each other, and for the Earth. We are birthing a new world with vision, courage and heart. Grandfather is singing our song, for this dance of beauty, strength and healing.
Last week I was invited to participate in the online Earth Sky Woman Summit held on 4/4/20. Over 1600 people signed up to participate but the space itself was limited to only 100 people. There were about a dozen presenters and the vision of it was was put forth by the courage of heart and brilliance of Tami Brunk. It was an incredibly meaningful experience to be part of seeing so many women sharing their powerful spiritual gifts, and courage of heart, and healing wisdom.
There was a discussion about Mayan healing and the Goddess Ix Chel, and it reminded me of Rainbow Woman. Ix Chel means Rainbow Woman, I began to recall my journey, and realized that it had come true in part, by being invited into this Sacred Sisterhood as a presenter, even though I did not know anyone personally. It was the journey that opened the door, and presented me with a key to healing and showing up. A powerful realization for me personally, and a deep gratitude for me being able to find my way and being welcomed into the circle.
In February, about a month prior to the pandemic storm. A dear sister and healer invited me to try her newly created float tank, and knowing my connection with dreams, she was keen to have me try it to see how it might be a helpful modality for conscious dreaming. I was also keen to try it and the liminal space created by the body floating in salt water, could provide a primal womb of dream incubation. I focused my intention in my float session on personal healing and gaining any insights that would be helpful for me at this time. I had been doing a lot of private healing sessions on individual clients, and knew the salt waters would be restorative for my energy field as well.
As I floated in the tank in a conscious dream state, that place between waking and sleeping reality, I saw images come and go, which included some helpful psychic information. Then suddenly, I dropped deeper into a dream, which opened before me from the core of my being. I was now inside a conscious dreaming reality with an African Oracle Goddess, who emerged from a mountain. Her face, her hands, and her breasts became visible. Her strong voice was heard inside my dream. She said, I have not been seen in a very long time. It is time for me to emerge. I tell her I had set the intention to work on personal work, and not focused on collective energies right now. It is personal! She snaps back! Alright then, I am paying attention! I then see a volcano next to her, with lava flowing down, and molten lava erupting from the top, as the face of the Goddess Pele is reflected in the fires of the Earth. I feel her powers of destruction and creation. Suddenly, I hear cows mooing and see them grazing in a peaceful green pasture, and then the Blue Faced Goddess Hathor descends from the Pleiades, with her nurturing and peaceful, loving energy. Finally, I see the Three Goddesses before me, a blazing fire beneath HER feet. I am human sized, standing before them, but in the body of Kali Ma, Black Mother Earth, Treasure House of Compassion, Giver of Life to the World. I run toward the sacred fire with fierce love and compassion and lunge my ceremonial knife (truth) into the Sacred Fire (Life). The Oracle Goddess says, It is done…and it is good.
A month later the pandemic arrives in full force, now we are sheltering inside, dreaming dreams, parents teaching children, cooking meals, worrying about our elders, digging in the Earth and planting gardens. Tapping into creative problem solving and innovation to keep business flowing. Listening to Spring bird songs. Death arrives while numbers grow each day. We grieve and feel the losses, we remember to appreciate life, we feel how fragile we are. We see how truly connected we are, there is no separation. We focus on what truly matters.
The world we live in is turned upside down, a time of sheltering in, masking, cleansing and caring for ourselves, our environment and our neighbors. We have learned that it is not given, that our leaders will care for us, and in many cases are putting lives at risk. We must be alert to how this is impacting our communities and what needs to happen to make sure we make it through these rough waters as swiftly as we can. We are in uncharted waters in large respect. This is why paying attention to our dreams, and getting the messages, is so crucial to our times.
I have had several dreams alerting me to the upcoming crisis over the past year, one spoke of the storm of the ages, affecting the whole world.
Epic Storm of the Era April 1, 2019
My dreams from that night were tumultuous and showed a massive dark storm on the horizon, which was affecting the entire world. An epic storm of the era, with a massive dark storm front. As the storm cleared, I saw whales swimming in the air, there was so much water there. It was magnificent to see these gentle giants flying through the air. The Whales appeared twice in the dream, and once near the end. The second time they were swimming through the sky, feeding on all the fish in the atmosphere. Then I saw large herds of deer and horses, coming down the mountain trying to find safe ground, the first storm was averted, and they were there in a kind of frantic relief, and then went off again searching for higher ground, before the next coming storm would hit. The end of the dream, I went into a nearby shop and there were 5 women with light green masks standing in front of a large picture window. I asked them why they wore the masks, they said to bring in the protective energies of mermaid and muse, to avert the storm. I thanked them for their protection.
Synchronicity alert – April 3, 2020 a year after the dream, today a friend surprised me by dropping off 5 green masks at my home.
Then on President’s Day this dream came – Lineage of Ulysses 2/17/20
I am in an old home, an estate or mansion, on a large piece of property. The man who manages it was the estate holder, an older man, who is eccentric and very psychic as well. He reminds me of an artist I know in the present. He is a personality who operates on many levels of awareness, and in many times. I am both fascinated and afraid of him. He is opening doors to the mansion, which have been hidden, and telling the stories of our lineage.
I find myself now in the dream, as a young girl, with her younger brother, we are between 7 and 9. We are walking down a path, past an ancient grove of trees, heading toward a graveyard. There are Union Soldiers accompanying us. We are told that the two of us are actually part of another lineage. I was told we are connected to the lineage of Ulysses. This estate belonged to him.
Here there are doors opening to rooms to where the children played. I am shown into the nursery, and when I enter, “I say it smells like breast milk in here.” I notice the presence of a spirit of a Grandmother in this space. She was kept in here with the children, and went a bit crazy. I walk around and see a young girl covered in a blanket, who has been sleeping there. She has longer blondish brown hair, cuddled up in a grey blanket shivering in her sleep. She was being haunted by the spirits in this place. I felt bad she had to sleep there. I could feel so many spirits there. I picked up another blanket to wrap around her, and realized even the blanket was haunted. Haunted by the spirits of confederate soldiers. She woke up shortly after, and I took her out of this place.
While I was there in the haunted nursery, I was shown a phone system for taking messages. It was going to be my job to take messages and save them and send them to the estate holder. The phone began to ring, and messages began to come in, and I began to realize how big of a responsibility it was to manage the many phone messages and make sure they got to him. I told the person giving me the phone and the responsibility, I did not want to do it. Note – The phone system appeared as a telegraph, while I held a silver flip cell phone in my hand. Like two times and places overlapping. The calls coming in were from departed spirits. It was my job to receive the calls through the switchboard, and then transfer them to the estate holder by calling on my cell phone, to leave a message on his voicemail.
I go back to speak with the estate holder. He is controlling and a bit mad, as in crazy. His energy is frantic and stressed at the work he must complete, and the burden of being a lineage holder. Taking on the messages that come in. I am afraid to tell him I cannot take messages for him from the spirit realms coming into his cell phone. There are too many to manage. He is upset because he says he doesn’t have time for this. He is in the process of creating something, a painting maybe or working on it in his imagination. I see a big white canvas or screen that he is focusing on, it seems to have something to do with technology, like a screen.
Reality Check – So many people died during the Civil War that people were desperate to connect with loved ones, which gave rise to the Spiritualist Movement, a progressive spiritual and social movement that was primarily comprised of the abolitionist, and women’s suffrage movements. A similar movement is now going on, in terms of Social Change and Spiritual not Religious, while the Religious Right seeks to destroy Civil Rights and Women’s Rights. This was before knowledge of the current pandemic, which gives a deeper understanding of the departed spirits wanting to get a message across, it was a warning about how many may die, like in the Civil War. In my actual lineage research, I found that Ulysses S. Grant and his wife were very much in tuned with dreams as a glimpse of coming events, and also in communication with departed spirits.
The overlay of technology and time in my dream, gives me the sense that this is something playing out in the present, that has happened in the past.
I was not able to locate any ancestral lineage connected with Ulysses S. Grant, but when I had lunch with a friend shortly after this dream, and mentioned doing research into the Civil War, synchronicity showed up when she offered she was related to Ulysses S. Grant.
I did find however, I am related to Abraham Lincoln, who dreamed his own death. Grant’s wife, Julia Dent was a also a prophetic dreamer and intuitive psychic. She alerted her husband, they would decline the invitation to accompany Abraham Lincoln and his wife to the theater that night. (Burch, p. 21)
I have had several follow up dreams re-entering this dream, to enter the body of the girl sleeping in the nursery, haunted by spirits surrounded by death, and grief. In doing so I was able to track the traumas passed on through generations in dealing with the tremendous losses of the war. Generational healing and soul recovery along the mother line. Healing the sadness, grief, and depression that has been passed down through the generations, eventually breaking through to a place of freedom and thriving. At end of the dream, the presence of Mark Twain was seen hovering overhead.
Historically, he played a role in the life of Ulysses near his end. He helped him publish his memoirs, and his recovery from financial ruin after a stock market crash. It was a synchronicity which alerted Twain in a conversation he overheard that the President, was writing his memoirs for another publisher, who was being greedy. Twain stepped in to remedy the matter forming an alliance with the President to help him finish his memoirs before he died, and then publishing and promoting to the public, becoming a huge seller (Moss p. 198).
These signposts of synchronicity to tell us we are on the right track, and dreams from history being mirrored in important ways currently, can offer timely messages put forth into our lives and our world.
Burch, Wanda Easter; “The Home Voices Speak Louder than the Drums” McFarland & Company, 2017.
Moss, Robert; “The Secret History of Dreaming” New Word Library, 2009.
In my dream, I am aware of the presence of a Sasquatch hovering over me in my bed. I am afraid, and my fear wakes me into a conscious dream state. I am now calm before the elusive Big Foot standing before me, and communicate with him intuitively. He is the virus, the Corona Virus-19, now spreading as a global pandemic. I accept in a lucid knowing the presence standing before me is real and not a myth. I now feel the energy of my heart, and know it is where my focus must stay in order to be able to navigate the pandemonium of these times.
The Wild Man is emerging as a force of reclaiming the Wild World. The animals return to abandoned cities. The modern world has gone quiet. It’s a Mad, Mad World, created by Mad Men. The Wild Man has return to remind us he has never left, and he is not going anywhere.
In the Pandemic we are facing collectively, it is so important for each of us to be able to support and strengthen our health responses, and not Panic. One of the means we each have within us to seek healing, is the power of dreams and imagination. The path has been laid before us by Aesculapius, the God of Healing, invoked in the Ancient Dream Healing Temples of the Greco-Roman World.
I recently lead a retreat on Healing Dreams in Hot Spring, Arkansas in February. Part of our exploration included forest bathing, hiking along trails and rivers, soaking in the Hot Springs Mineral Waters, and creating sacred space to Dream together. One dream that came through for me, was seeing beautiful, clear, large quartz crystal points, growing within my second chakra and into a crystal temple within. I had the feeling at the time, it was a protective restructuring of my energy, in case of a viral outbreak. I did not have a conscious understanding of the coming pandemic at the time, and thought it a strange idea to need protection in that way at the time of the dream. I later read results of a research team lead by Dr. Hyo-Jick Choi, where they are developing salt covered masks, as a preventative and protective measure against Corona Viruses. Tests revealed that Corona viruses are punctured and weakened by the sharp crystalline structure of salt or sugar (Secon, Business Insider Feb. 8, 2020 ).
Incubating healing dreams overnight, as was done in Ancient Dream Healing Temples, was a powerful way to connect each with our inner healer. Sharing dreams together over breakfast opens up our dreams, and the energies held inside. Our insights and actions, create a space for dreams to to take root and healing to happen. Journeying together on conscious shamanic group dream journeys, guided by the drum, with our group healing intention, was a way for each to have a direct experience with divine healing energies.
Direct experience through dreams and conscious shamanic dream journeys, are one way to engage with these healing potentials, another is to dream on behalf of another, and share a healing dream with them to make it their own. This is known as Dream Transfer, one of the core practices of Active Dreaming. It is a powerful mode of transferring healing energies and potentials held inside a dream. Dreams hold collective energy, and can be shared with others for the purpose of healing with great effect. Robert Moss pioneered Active Dreaming, and he likes to say, “Dreams are a place we can go, not something we have.” When we enter inside another person’s dream, it is a place we are experiencing, and the wisdom of the body also translates this as a real experience.
The Goddess Panacea is a daughter of Aesculapius, and as a Dream Temple Priestess, a potent embodiment of the powers of the mind, and the imagination. Scientific research reflects the Panacea effect often is more promising than the actual medicine. Science has also shown that what we imagine or dream, is translated by the body as a real experience, and the body does not differentiate between if it is a waking embodiment or a imaginal embodiment. The ancients knew one of the secrets to healing, is the dream world is the real world, a place where direct experience with Gods and Goddesses are possible, and primordial healing energies are available.
The Goddess Iaso is known as having the wisdom of Remedy, and another daughter of Aesculapius. She holds a mirror in her hands, reflecting the principle often found in medicine of “like reflects like” in finding the remedy or cure. During this time of disruption and social distancing, self reflection can be a potent healing ally. Invoking Iaso can help restore the natural order of balance and health. It also means to put things right. This can refer to the collective health system, financial markets and political policies, which support the recovery and well being of the country and the globe.
The Goddess Hygeia from where we get the word hygiene, is another daughter of Aesculapius. She has been invoked repeatedly in this Corona Virus pandemic, with the mantra “wash your hands. She holds the healing powers of the serpent, known as sacred by the cult of Aesculapius. The temple priestesses cared for the serpents residing in the Abaton. The transformative energies and wisdom of snake, are known in ancient cultures throughout the world. The venom of serpent, brings forth the medical principle of “changing poison into medicine.” The symbol for the World Health Organization, reveals the staff of Aesculapius.
The God Aesculapius was the Greek God of Healing, and Temples of Dream Healing devoted to him were widespread throughout the ancient Greco-Roman World. He was the son of the God Apollo and Coronis. His mother Coronis, was in the Hyades family (the rainy ones), a sisterhood of nymphs that bring rain. The hyades were daughters of atlas and sisters to the Pleiades and the Hesperides. She fled from Poseidon and was changed into a crow by Athena.
The Cult of Aesculapius made pilgrimage to the Asclepieia, for the purpose of seeking healing remedies and direct visitation from the Gods. The Abaton was a place one could sleep overnight for the purpose of incubating a healing dream, or a visit from the God Aesculapius or Goddesses of Healing, for direct experience to their healing energies. The animal powers were also present in the form of the Snake, Dog or even Rooster, in connection with the God Aesculapius (Moss, p. 90-93).
It can be said that perhaps the idea for hospitals, a place one can stay overnight for the purpose of healing, is rooted in the Dream Temples of ancient Greece. The Hippocratic oath comes from Hippocrates, who studied at the Asclepieia at Kos. Across the Western World, the snake wrapped staff of Aesculapius, can still be seen as the symbol for western modern medicine. Perhaps we need to bring back the healing potentials of dream incubation into hospitals in collaboration with healing professionals once again. Aesculapius was very popular, because his approach to healing was available to anyone from anywhere. It was not based on how much money you had, or from what level of society you came. Dreams are also like this, available to all. We all dream each and every night.
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Moss, Robert; The Secret History of Dreaming, (New World Library, 2009)
Secon, Holly; “A biomedical engineer created a mask coated in salt that he says could neutralize viruses like the coronavirus in 5 minutes” Business Insider Magazine, Feb. 8, 2020, Web.
Tesla has been showing up in my dreams more and more frequently over the past 6 years. He has taught me about time travel, energy portals, and the different ways we can use energy. When I first encountered him, it was in connection with embodying ancestral energy, and sacred objects as portals of time travel, and whales as wisdom keepers and transporters on the cosmic seas of time.
Tesla and the Time Traveling Cosmic Whale – 2014
I see my dream body change into colors of red/orange/yellow and have a long lithe appearance like a dancer. I know it is the presence of the ancestors visiting me. I begin to speak about how connections with the ancestors works, and that it is through the bloodlines we carry, which connects us to them and they to us. I am sitting next to a man with dark hair and mustache, at a long old wooden table, who is drinking coffee.
Now – I am standing with a indigenous woman who is my teacher, and we are looking at a glass case holding Native American artifacts, one is made from a deep green and gold luminescent stone, like Labradorite. A heavy stone, and a bit larger than my hand. My teacher reaches through the glass and takes the artifact out, and gives to me.
I then leave the restaurant and am walking down the street, I realize I am suddenly in another time. I see a man, with dark hair and mustache, and in a formal Victorian era suit, sitting at an outdoor cafe having a coffee. I ask him what his plans are, he points toward the boardwalk.
I look at where he points and see a beached whale on the boardwalk, and his huge mouth is wide open. The man takes his leave and calmly walks through the portal. I see many animals, whales, dolphins, seals, and other sea creatures entering the portal of the whale. Now a procession of people, generations of people, are being pulled into this portal, to travel inside this whale. There are a group of women dressed in Victorian style dress who walk into the portal. A group of children of all ages follow them, and the last to make it through are several babies crawling and rolling themselves through, laying in the mouth of the great whale. Some older children come to help them and carry them the rest of the way inside, so that the portal can close with the mouth of the whale. They are now ready to take their journey into the cosmos and the huge whale begins to slowly move away with all this ancestral energy inside.
Soul of my Soul Journey – September 2017
A blue light reaching down, pulling me up and out. I see the pages opening and turning of an immense thick book. I recognize this book, an ancient record of all my lives and spiritual work. A my guide appears after I have gone through the leaves of the very top of my Tree of Life. He has a mustache, brown hair, and an intelligent face and a bright smile. He is Nikola Tesla. He is friendly and not intimidating. He encourages me to look through the book. He tells me he is my spiritual intellect. I am very afraid to access what I know in this thick book. He invites me to sit on the stone throne where two Lions guard either side. I sit on the Oversoul throne and see a portal of light open above my head. A turning globe of dreams from other lifetimes and parallel worlds I can enter. He gets down on the steps below me and tells me he is there to serve me. I am overwhelmed by this meeting of the soul of my soul, and honoring of my being.
He takes me to a table where some papers are laid out and I can look over my contracts. He is patient and does not pressure me to look at them. The table appears like the ancestor altar, and he encourages me to work with the energy. This is my path and how I will come to know myself in a new way, and meet the people who I am meant to connect.
Tesla Lightning Portal 2-23-18
An intense lightning storm is blazing outside, I am on my way to bed and am tempted to stay up a bit later to watch the lightning in the storm. I love lightning. I decide sleep is more tempting and crawl into bed. I notice as I drift into a conscious dream state, there is a presence in the storm reaching out to me, trying to contact me in Morse code. I can feel it pulling on my energy. I ask who it is and get no response, and decline the invitation to connect. The lightning strikes outside, and I can feel it shining on my face through my bedroom window. I find myself suddenly in the midst of a conscious dream inside a massive thundercloud, where a swirling vortex of blue and white energy opens in the portal before me. The man who steps through is Nikola Tesla, the visionary inventor who has appeared in previous dreams, especially connected with time travel and ancestral energy. I was told that the purpose of this storm was a transfer of energy from sacred sites around the world, the location of these sacred vortexes of energy are shifting. This transfer of energy is being brought to places on the Earth where change is needed. The blue lightning is the energy of change. I then opened myself to these shifting energies and felt it streaming through my crown chakra, and throughout my entire being. This went on until the storm outside passed.
When I was at a conference in Sarajevo in June of 2019, I was walking around old town and saw a statue of Tesla sitting on the sidewalk outside of a bar in his name. I was taken aback when I saw it. It appeared so much like my dreams of seeing him sitting at a sidewalk cafe drinking coffee. His dress was always impeccable, with a suite and vest and tie, a slight man with a humble voice, and an incredible intellect. He came from Croatia, and was a visionary inventor, who foresaw the invention of wireless cell phones in the 19th century. It is said, he used his imagination to create his inventions, and even worked out all the details and kinks in his mind, before creating them in physical reality. He knew amazing things about energy, some of which is still not understood to this day. He was interested in Time Travel, and he claimed to have had contact with beings from other star systems. He was truly ahead of this time, perhaps he was a time traveler after all. Perhaps we are now on the cusp of a new age, a time of dreaming a new world, and reality creation. Tesla was familiar with all of these things. I have questioned why a genius like Tesla would have any interest in me, but when I think about it, we have several things in common.
1) The power of reality creation through the imagination and dreams.
2) A fascination with Time Travel.
3) A love of lightning
4) Energy Portals
All four of these are areas of deep inquiry and exploration for me. I often find myself entering into conscious dreams, and practicing reality creation. Traveling through time in dreams by tracking a potential future, or visiting the past. Turning up ancient discoveries through dream archaeology, or exploring the nature of the multiverse through inter-dimensional portals.
“Mystery glows in the rose bed and the secret is hidden in the rose,” wrote the twelfth-century Persian alchemist Farid ud-din Attar.
Last Summer I was introduced, through a mutual friend, to a woman named Cindy Leinweber, who was seeking me out because I am a shamanic dreamer, and teach people how to dream consciously. She invited me to come and see her private collection of visionary art paintings. I was really taken in by the cosmic energy I felt coming through the paintings and the energy I felt in my body as I viewed them. Waves of heat were coming from my body. When I returned home afterwards, I felt like I was having some kind of heat stroke, where I could not stop sweating and my body temperature was having trouble regulating itself. Drinking water and laying down for a bit seemed to do the trick eventually.
Shortly after this meeting, the very next day, I was off to New Mexico and had the opportunity to visit with the artist, James Jereb at his studio at Star Dreaming Ranch near Santa Fe, New Mexico, and talk to him about his paintings, and how they have played into his spiritual journey. It was a phenomenal experience filled with synchronicity and mystery. He told me the paintings are portals of esoteric magic and hold great energies of transformation and healing. We talked about Star Portals, and Synchronicity, Travel to Sacred Sites, and Spiritual Awakening. He told me people come to visit these paintings sometimes and pass out from the energies they hold. I said it was sad that people were having these awakening experiences, but they don’t remember them. I told him I can help with that, because I teach people how to wake up and dream. He was very enthused at the prospect of people journeying through the portals of these cosmic paintings consciously, to have their own direct experience.
When I returned from my trip, Cindy invited me to gather a small group of friends at her place, and lead a conscious shamanic group dream journey, through the portal of one of the paintings. While guiding our group, an interesting experience unfolded for me during the drumming.
I immediately felt a physical tear come from my right eye, and then saw three black teardrops flow into the dreaming. I somehow “knew” the 3 tears, were specifically referencing a certain painting. I looked down at my feet and saw a mass of writhing, black snakes. I welcomed their healing power and wisdom. I searched in my mind’s eye for the painting with the three teardrops, but I could not find it anywhere among us. I then found myself stepping through the red portal of life, vibrantly alive like a heartbeat. As I stepped through the red portal, I looked down and saw both of my arms and hands, had turned to gold.
When the journey ended, and I shared my experience of the three teardrops, Cindy told me she has another painting with three teardrops, but it is not at her house. It is located in Baja California!
She showed me the painting in a photo, and I discovered it was called “Negredo” and the first stage of Alchemy. The painting has 13 red roses, some of which show 3 tears dropping from their petals. I was told the painting was about the dark night of the soul. I understood in my journey, this was true on a collective level for us all at this point and time. On a personal level, it was a time in my life, I had been experiencing many painful losses, and lots of changes over the last three years.
Not long after guiding the portal painting journey, I had this dream.
3 Groups of 3 Red Roses
I am taking the long view in my dream, looking back over important times in my life, where three groups of three red roses showed up as a rights of passage or initiation. Each group of three red roses, were a turning point in my life, and roses played an important part of the story both literally and metaphorically. I am now aware that I am entering the last three roses of my lifespan. I see the first of three, present itself before me. I am looking at a red rose, the same size as me, hovering before me, like a portal into another world.
I was truly taken by this dream, which made me feel as though my life has a hidden design, and I am on the right path, and ready to enter into the mystery of the red rose consciously, as it is large enough to encompass my entire being. I feel the presence of the Goddess in this initiation of the rose, and a deep and abiding love.
I was recently reading a book called “Fate and Destiny” by Mythologist, Michael Meade, and came across an idea he described, which I found both resonate and intriguing. He described what he called “the spirit of the soul” and I had never quite heard it described that way. I decided I wanted to meet the spirit of my soul. I incubated a dream intention, “I want to know the spirit of my soul”.
The Spirit of My Soul
I see a nun wearing a habit, colored in light blue and white. Behind her is a background filled with red blooming roses.
I was wholly shocked in finding this connection to the spirit of my soul, and felt that she must be really disappointed with me, since I had long ago given up following traditional paths of religion. I couldn’t shake this image especially the red roses behind her. I decided to look more deeply into the colors of her habit in baby blue and white. I found it to mean she was devoted to the Marion Mysteries.
The Spirit of the Rose
The Rose has long been showing up for me in dreams, and waking life. When I reflect on my dream of the 3 groups of 3 of roses, in the scope of my lifespan, I began to ask myself, where have roses actually shown up at crucial junctures in my life?
1986 – The Rose Girl (Maiden)
When I was in my mid 20’s, I suddenly lost my job working for a commercial real estate firm, when they declared bankruptcy and closed their doors during the Savings and Loan scandal and recession during the 80’s. I had no notice to prepare my finances, and nothing saved for a rainy day, and so I had to find work where I could, and ended up working as a rose girl, selling roses in bars around Dallas. I made ample money to pay my rent, and that was my goal. One night I had a dream that saved my life.
I dreamed that I was selling roses in a country western bar called “Belle Star” and as I walked past the front door, a man came through and began shooting. I was shot in the neck and fell to the ground dead, surrounded by blood, and roses spread everywhere.
I woke from the dream terrified, and felt I had witnessed my own death. I decided to call in sick to work, afraid I might meet my own death if I went in that night. I was told I had the best route, and I would make lots of money. They did not have time to cover my shift, and if I didn’t come into work, they would fire me. They gave me my shift schedule, and where I would be at what times. When I realized Belle Star was on my route, I knew for sure I could not go to work. My ex-husband at the time, convinced me I was being silly, and it was “just a dream” and plus we needed the money. I decided not to go and listened instead to my dream. I was fired from my job, and my ex-husband shamed me for being so irresponsible. I felt like a loser. The next day, on the front page of the newspaper, was a story of a man who had gone to “Belle Star” that very night, during the time I was scheduled to be there, and shot 3 people. I felt it was incredible, that I had dreamt of a possible future, and been able to avert my own death by taking action based on my dream. I felt there must be a reason I was given this information, and so I began to try and learn everything I could about dreams, and share that with others. It was a fate that set me on the path of eventually becoming a dream teacher.
2002 – Three Tiered Fountain of Roses (Mother)
When I was in my 40’s I was a newly divorced, single mother raising 2 children, and I was trying to start my life a new. I was relatively new as a licensed massage therapist, and began to discover how difficult it was for me to practice, because memories of childhood sexual abuse kept surfacing. I was in the middle of a healing crisis of my own, and not able to fully be there for others. I had begun to volunteer for a non-profit organization that was advocating peace, as we were heading toward war with Iraq. I found that I was a natural at organizing events and fundraising, and I was offered a job there in a new position they had created as Assistant Director. I was not expecting such an opportunity, and so I decided to sleep on it, and see if this position was right for me. In response to my question, “should I take the job?” I had this dream.
I see a three tiered water fountain, with red rose petals floating on each level.
I woke from the dream really surprised by what I saw, but felt it was a very soulful and spiritual image and felt it was a sign I was meant to take the job. I did end up taking the position and soon after, they held an announcement party, to introduce me to the members of the organization as the new Assistant Director. I walked into the old brick building located in East Dallas, and there in the atrium of the building, was a three tiered concrete fountain, with red rose petals floating on each level. I knew I was in the right place, because I it was exactly like my dream.
The Portal of the Rose
So now I stand before the single Red Rose from my dream, about to enter the final path of my destiny, in connection with Mary Magdalene. The mysterious magical paintings are stories which continue to unfold, and clearly have me stepping more deeply into the Alchemy of the Rose.
Cindy and I dreamed into the portal of the Mary Magdalene painting to see what wanted to come through, and she shared with me a vision of a public event she wanted us to organize. I saw it would be at the Bath House basement at on the shores of White Rock Lake, at sunset, and that it would take place as the sun drew a path of golden light across the lake and into the basement of the bath house where the painting would be placed in a small intimate space to resemble a lagoon. The sunlight reflecting on the painting would activate the energies of Mary Magdalene. We set up the space as directed and invited a select group of my students to participate. 30 people arrived for the event, and the sunlight shown on the painting just as I had dreamed. The journey began with my drumming for our group in inviting them to enter through the portal of the painting, or perhaps for Mary Magdalene, to come through to us. I saw the painting light up in gold, and she stepped through the portal into the sacred space we had created together. She walked through the crowd touching the head of each participant with golden light. She then moved out on the path of the golden sun across the lake and activated a portal of energy now held in the lake. We ended the evening watching the sky turn pink and purple and offering prayers of beauty with red rose petals that had been brought to honor Mary Magdalene.
One thing I have learned to watch for in dreams is the “reality check”. This is an important step included in the Lightning Dream Sharing Method, designed by Robert Moss and practiced as part of Active Dreaming. Our attention to details that appear in dreams, about people, places and things, can offer up time ques to help determine if there is psychic information being relayed of a possible future.
We dream the future often, and the information may be interwoven with other metaphorical or narrative story lines and not presented literally, but for those who “Dream True”, there may indeed be a glimpse of a possible future, which comes visiting in explicit detail. When we pay attention to our dreams, and look through the lens of the “reality check”, we may notice even more slipping through from the other world in the form of synchronicity, deja vu, and serendipity.
Another aspect of the reality check has to do with dreaming into the past, which can not only bring through memories of our current life from our younger self, but also far memories of past lives, or personalities living in parallel dream realities. We may be able to dig into some dream archaeology, for some cross cultural dreaming in another time and place with time travel.
How do you Time Travel in Dreams you ask? Well because time is not a linear concept in dreams, we are not limited by the past, present or future. They all exist in the same moment. It’s all happening right now! Experienced travelers of dreams, understand they are not limited by time or space in dreaming.
Becoming a Time Traveler is as close as your dreams. One of my most interesting dream experiences of time travel came to me from a primordial guide who introduced him/herself as the Keeper of Time.
The Keeper of Time
In my dream standing before me is a being with wings, made of a primordial plasma like energy, full of many beautiful bright colors of light swirling within. Who are you? I asked, and the wise angelic being before me replied, I am the “Keeper of Time” (KOT).
Things got interesting then, when the “KOT” began looking me over from head to toe, and decided it was time I grew my own set of wings, and helped me to do so. A pair of wings sprouted forth from my scapula bones, made from vibrant multicolored plasmic energy. Off we went flying through the dreamsphere, traveling back through time with the “KOT” as my guide.
“Everything is going to be alright”
I found myself and my traveling companion now standing behind a distraught woman with long blonde hair, dressed in a blue gown wearing a crown. She overlooked a stormy sea with the waves crashing against the castle. She stood there considering her own death, trying to decide if she should go through with it. Her scandal involved a pregnancy with her lover, and not her king. I stood there in my angelic guise whispering in her ear. “You don’t have to kill yourself, everything is going to be alright” She revives new hope and chooses not to go through with her plans to kill herself.
I fly to another destination in time with my guide, where a small girl skips across a field in front of a dark dolmen, where a presence emerges from underneath. It moves in a dark energy form, and spews forth hateful and unspeakable desires toward the innocent girl. I feel horror at the evil hatred that is directed at the girl child, and the dark spirit which desires to own not only her, but all women. She hurriedly moves away from this place of evil, seeking safety from the dark presence she feels stalking her.
Now I find myself, flying to another time and place with my guide and arrive in the midst of a ceremony taking place. A druid priest, with a grey beard wearing a ceremonial robe and a breastplate of sacred stones, stands in a sacred grove on a small cropping of boulders, with a meager group of priestesses. Together they speak sacred words of enchantment and protection for women, fighting against the scourge of evil, which has become unleashed.
Perhaps these words from St. Patrick’s Breastplate, are some of what was spoken.
I bind to myself today to The power of Heaven, light of sun, brightness of moon, splendor of fire, flash of lightning, swiftness of wind, depth of sea, stability of earth, compactness of rock.
The Potion Maker
I once dreamed into the past, where I was a potion maker in the heart of a Castle on the coast of Ireland. I was tasked as a healer to keep the community safe and healthy, and made potions from a magical herb garden. The garden was tended by my two elfin assistants. I was in the midst of making a potent potion for an important community ceremony. The elfin helpers went to the garden to collect the ingredients needed, and then we mixed up a potion that looked like brownies, which were baked with the herbs inside, and then stamped with a magical seal. When the magical brownies came out of the oven, they were then brought to the courtyard, where two large tree trunks from ancient trees had been felled, sacrificed for the ceremony. The prepared magical mixture was spread on the surface of the tree trunks, with prayers offered for fertility and the continuation of the clan.
It seems they were loosing numbers of future generations. They launched the sacrificial logs and offerings of prayers into the sea, and they were carried over the waves until reaching me in my time, where I received the dream of the ancestors and their hopes for future generations. The prayers sent were like a message in a bottle, across the seas of time, invoking assistance for what they saw coming, a crisis of human survival on the Earth. The prayers were a plea to make things right in their time, and in mine. I wish I knew how, only my dreams can tell.
Discovering your Super Powers in Dreams, is one of the most alluring and memorable aspects of dreaming for most of us, beginning in our childhood dreams. We learn we can fly in dreams, and travel to places near and far, in this world and the next. A place where the multiverse awaits exploration. Children are excellent dreamers, because they remember how to fly.
My childhood dream memories have eluded me for most of my life, due to repressed trauma from growing up in an environment of domestic violence and sexual abuse. I only began recalling most of my dreams after I had a pre-cognitive dream which saved my life, when I was in my mid 20’s. Something woke up inside of me from that experience, confirming something my soul already knew, that my life has meaning, and my dreams were there to protect and guide me.
One of the most important elements of dreaming, is the ability we have to dream the future, not only as individuals, but also collectively. This is of key importance in the times we now face, where dark dreams prevail and the profound challenges of global warming are revealed each day. We are truly in this together, and it is in dreams, where we may find the answers to life’s most challenging situations. The key is to have the courage to look into our deepest and darkest places, the creative impulse to soar into our brightest dreams, the discipline to remember and record dreams, the impulse to share them with others, and the inspiration to act on what we find inside.
Active Dreaming gives us tools to learn how to become a conscious dreamer and co-creator in our world, not only for our own life, in this time, but on behalf of others, in other times. We visit the ancestors and practice transgenerational healing and collective soul recovery, by recovering lost wisdom and bringing forth more soul energy into the world.
As adults, we may have left our imaginations and dreams in childhood, as a requirement of growing up. When we do so, we leave behind a vital part of our soul connection, where knowledge of our true nature can be found. Reclaiming the gifts of soul, in connection with our lost dreams of childhood, can provide profound levels of healing and the return of passion, wonder and awe that children experience in a very natural way.
Children also dream with the animal powers, and studies have shown they dream of animals 70% of the time. This connection to animals is important in developing our instinctual nature, that gives us a felt sense of what is safe or not, in our relationships and in our environment. It helps us become skilled at being guided by intuition, and share in some of the specialized skills the animal powers bring forth to help us navigate the waking and dreaming worlds, which are not mutually exclusive, one need not be asleep, to find yourself dreaming!
The powers of intuition with glimpses of possible futures, arrive in dreams as naturally as the dawning of each day, or the approaching twilight of night. The thresholds of day and night, are designed as places where one may experience the opening of one reality into another. A liminal space one can enter consciously, to experience dreaming as a place, where psychic information is readily available. It is a place one can enter, and be coaxed into a conscious dream for the duration of the night.
Our nightly dreams can bring creative insights and protective guidance which helps us enter our waking lives from a deeper reality. Want to experience your nightly dreams and waking life on new levels of intuition, creativity and playful enjoyment? Find out more by visiting Chrysalis Healing Arts and discover how to become an Active Dreamer.
A Women’s New Moon Journey Circle with Arabian Rescue Therapy was launched on Friday, March 8th on International Women’s Day. We gathered together as 9 women creating sacred space, around a fire pit, with a pond nearby, reflecting the a small stand of trees, onto the surface waters, and the liminal space we were about to enter. A Blue Heron croaks loudly, as we begin our sharing circle, and the clouds disperse to reveal the starlit sky. The fire is inviting and crackles with excitement.
We shared our intentions before entering our conscious shamanic group dream journey, guided by the drum, where the doors to the World behind the World are open, and paths to the dream realms are guided by the assistance of the animal powers. Our intentions bring us into discovery, of what is preparing to grow forth in the coming Spring, while aware we can put down anything we wish to leave behind, as the doors to Winter begin to close.
Prayers are offered to the elemental spirits, and spirits which live close to the land, the ancestors, and the protective powers which surround us. Sacred herbs were burned, and blessings passed around, and given to the fire. A black Arabian Horse named “Missy” was lead out to join us by Rebecca Kelly Boardman, founder of Arabian Rescue Therapy. The mysterious black Horse circled four times, invoking prayers of protection and activation for our sacred circle.
Now we are ready for the journey, I position myself in front of the fire, and begin the drumming, as the wind begins to blow strongly now. I drum, bringing the fire energy up high, and the smoke blowing over me, and I can feel the energy of the journey coming through for all in the circle, and through the fire, and through the drum. As I stand before the fire, drumming for the circle, I see the Goddess Freya appear vividly, standing beside me. Her arms are crossed, and her intense gaze is fixed on me with her mysterious green eyes. She wears a head band with a light green stone in the center of her forehead, her long golden hair is braided on both sides. She is covered with warm furs on her body, and her magical cloak of falcon feathers drapes her shoulders. She says, “I am not going anywhere”. She just stands before me with her arms crossed, with a Falcon on her shoulder. She is not going anywhere, until I accept her powerful energy as part of my lineage. Normally she shows up with Hans, my departed Danish Grandfather, but this night, she has come for me. I am ready to accept whatever she brings me. She is ready to show me. Now we are ready to journey onto the path of my destiny. I am flying with her falcon feathered cape, becoming a bird goddess, with Freya by my side. She takes me to a mountain valley, with a vast prairie. We are hovering above the prairie lands, and can now see huge herds of Buffalo running wild across the prairie. A large herd of Wild Horses also runs beside them, with the power of return. A return of this wild energy, which has been long gone, returns to the land and to the native people.
Now we fly over sea to the South Slavic countries, and she shows me her connection to the Slavic Bird Goddesses. We land there as Bird Goddesses ready to gather with other Bird Goddesses in these lands. I prepare to end the drumming with the last four beats, and walk around the circle one final time. I see different animals guides connected with different dreamers as I do, and sound the final beats of the drum to end the journey. Now we will share where we have been and what we have seen. Now we share the dream journeys we brought back.
Freya’s day is Friday, the word comes from her. We have gathered on her day, and she has come to honor us with her presence in our circle. She is also known as the Mare of Venir as one of her titles. The Black Arabian Mare, whose presence stands guard over our circle is named “Missy”, which means “Bee”, as in Melissae. She is a Bee Goddess. There were two barn cats strolling around our circle all night. Freya also has two cats named Bygul, and Trjeygul, meaning bee-gold and tree-gold, Honey and Amber. The Slavic Goddesses are also well known, for their connections with Honey and Amber, as well as their connections with Bird Goddesses.
I am helping to organize the Kolo International Women’s Summit on Nonkilling Cultures this Summer in Sarajevo. I will also be presenting a workshop on Dreaming to Heal the Stories of the Land. I will be gathering with many Slavic women at the conference who will attend, and women presenters from many different countries. I know Freya will be guiding me, and her powerful presence protecting me and giving me courage to take on this new, wild adventure, where I am dreaming of gathering with other Bird Goddesses, in the land of milk and honey.