The way to the Vein of Gold opens in dreaming, revealed by my higher self as a path of deep creativity and spiritual energy. An alchemical energy hidden within the Earth.
May 10, 2023
I am looking at a vein of gold from above, held deep inside the Earth. I am shown a map of two pathways which lead to the vein of gold. Once I chose a path in my mind, I am standing before the way. A stone is the entry point. I move with ease into the stone surface, becoming like the osseous rock, I am able to enter the crevice where the gold is found. In the dream, I do this over and over, practicing how to traverse this pathway of stone deep inside the Earth, becoming layers of stone to reach the vein of gold. Once there, I feel a deep satisfaction and happiness within myself. I notice the destination is a large and spacious cave, and a Chinese man is there to greet me. He asks me how I knew how to get here. He says we from the East, have been coming here for a very long time, but people from the West, rarely know how to get here. I told him, I dreamed myself here!
I explained how my dream showed me two paths I could follow in order to get there. I practiced in my dreams, over and over, following the path, so I would know how to find the path to locate the vein of gold. In my case, that involved becoming rock, moving through the solid, to find the movement held inside it. Becoming like the osseous surface that can breath in and out, shifting with each breath, and by becoming one with the rock surface, my awareness became fluid movement in the direction of my destination.
“At its essence, art is an alchemical process. By practicing art, by living artfully, we realize our vein of gold.”
— The Vein of Gold: A Journey to Your Creative Heart (Artist’s Way) by Julia Cameron
The interaction with the Chinese man in the cave at the heart of the vein of gold, had me researching Chinese alchemy from a Taoist view. I discovered the vein of gold mentioned as a Taoist concept, which brings together the elements as a way of becoming one with our environment, and physical reality, and a path towards immortality. The Taoist masters taught about becoming, through receiving and letting go. Not a path to produce, accomplish, and consume, as we in the West are prone to do.
The history of the Vein of Gold in ancient Chinese Taoism identifies a vein of gold as akin to dragon lines of energy connected with an alchemical approach to longevity and immortality, which was the inward and physical goal of mystic Taoism. The vein of gold associated with the Dragon lines, known also as ley lines, are energy lines connected to Earth and Sky. A map between the worlds of inner and outer experience. Connection to this vein of gold, may also center in a cave of the ancestors, where reservoirs of spiritual power can be found, and held within the Earth, where perhaps my dream guided me.
One of its most important goals of Taoist painting was revealing qi, variously known as the “Breath of Heaven,” the “Breath of Nature” or the “Quality of Spirit.” According to one painting manual, “qi is as basic as the way [people] are formed and so it is with rocks, which are the framework of the heavens and of earth, and also have qi. That is the reason rocks are sometimes spoken of as ‘roots of the clouds.’ Rocks without qi are dead rocks, as bones without the same vivifying spirit are dry bare bones. How could a cultivated person paint a lifeless rock…rocks must be alive.”
The Tao that can be told is not the eternal Tao; The name that can be named is not the eternal name. The nameless is the beginning of heaven and earth. The named is the mother of ten thousand things.
The Fall is here, and normally we would be so excited about this season where we can look forward to so many festivals and family celebrations, but in 2020 nothing is the same as what we have known before.
We are exhausted, our country is grieving, and we are grappling with how to move forward with our lives as individuals, as communities, and as a country. We are having to look at every part of our lives right now, no stone is unturned, to see the systemic injustices, environmental impacts, feeling the economic downturn, losing loved ones and fearing impacts from the pandemic. This reveals our class system, the racism, the sexism, all the isms. It appears our World is really out of balance.
This is where the Autumn Equinox comes in, as a point of focus, to remind us the universe, and nature herself is always seeking balance. We are in a place where vision is crucial as we move forward. This is a portal we can explore in connection with the otherworld, or the world behind the world, when the veil is thin and the ancestors are near.
Mabon is a Celtic Fall Seasonal Celebration known as the 2nd Harvest. The 1st being in August for Lamas, and the 3rd being on October 31st for Samhain, when the harvest of souls takes place with the Wild Hunt, and the good folk come through from the Other world. A time when Winter and the Celtic New Year begins. It should be particularly Wild this year as it is a Full Blue Moon in Taurus on Samhain. We celebrate the 2nd Harvest on Tuesday, September 22nd, 2020 with gratitude and sharing, releasing and healing, to help bring life back into balance. Incubate a dream and ask, what do I need to do to help bring my world, and the world behind the world, back into balance. The role of the shaman or witch or healer, is to help bring the unseen worlds into balance with the Earthly realms, and thereby protecting the community. When calamity and despair, disease and disgrace starts to appear, it is time to look into the otherworld to see what prayers need to be spoken, or forgiveness asked, permission granted, or repayment of some kind offered. This is a kind of justice, and what we can offer now, will determine what we are able to receive later. So join me in celebrating Mabon and creating balance in our world, and don’t forget to vote this season!
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.
The night before attending a Yoruba Fire Ceremony, I had the following dream.
“A seed was placed in the center of my brain, and from it grew healing and wisdom, which spread throughout my brain. This brain change, enabled me a growing understanding of the indigenous mind and the language of seeds.”
What happens when you plant a seed on indigenous land, but the the seed comes from another place? The Earth begins to speak to the seed in another language, one the seed may not understand, but it is nurtured by it never the less. The seed learns to trust and grow, wondering what it may become, knowing it is of the Earth.
The seed learns of the divine, the larger mind of our being and spiritual wisdom of “Ori” which means “head” in Yoruba. The divine stories are whispered, delivered by this seed and planted into a consciousness designed by destiny.
What happens when the seed of spirit gets planted in a troubled mind? The ancient mind of the “Ori” whispers what is needed in order to heal the limitations, judgement, resentments, selfishness and ignorance of separation. There is no separation. The seed of divine wisdom and destiny, begins to whisper in another language and deeper knowing of the pulse of life. A deep healing presence has descended to bring peace of mind. A pulse of the universal intelligence of life, which speaks an ancient language of the balance of life and death, in connection with the patterns of the stars and the sun and the earth and the moon. The seed holds a vibration that resonates to create a change of heart, a breaking open and breaking through, into a space of remembrance and newness all at the same moment.
The Seed of Destiny
A soulful seed planted by the universal mind into the limited consciousness of the Western Modern identity, can unravel the most tangled soul. A seed which can change fate into destiny and emptiness into a receptacle for a story from another land to take root and unfurl.
I came across the seed of destiny when I attended a Yoruba Fire Ceremony. The seed had been placed on a tray with other ritual implements for a traditional oracle reading known as Ifa. I sat waiting for the ceremony to begin and next to me on a tray, were the elements of the oracle. I was drawn to the seed I saw in wait, yet not knowing it’s purpose. The seed began to whisper deep inside me, repeating over and over, Seed of Destiny. I wondered what this meant, but accepted the message as given to me. I then made my give away and wrote, “I release all that stands between me and my Destiny”. This felt liberating immediately. I set my give away aside and the ceremony began. The Babalawo began the oracle reading by summoning the ancestral spirits and offering prayers. The priest held up a Palm Nut as he spoke of the seed of destiny, and broke it open into four pieces. The reading was divined from how the pieces fell. The Ifa that came through honored the powerful magic of women and all that is born through women. The message that came through for me, was about accepting the magic that women bring. Become this magic.
My magic is tied up with the seed of destiny. In this time, I will bring through my magic and no longer be ashamed or afraid. I have heard the whispers of the seed of destiny and released all that stands in my way, both inwardly and outwardly, there is no separation.
In my dream last night on the night of the New Moon and the Solar Eclipse, I encountered what was an aggressively wild black wolf. It came to my peaceful cabin alongside a river where I stood outside. The wolf approached snarling and showing it’s teeth. I was not afraid of the creature, I recognized it’s fierce and wild nature and knew it as a familiar. I welcomed the wolf into my home and as I did, it shapeshifted into a man. The wolf was there as my protector and ally and would live with me in the wild in my peaceful cabin by the river. He gave me information about who he is, that he is rooted in the Scandinavian stories of my Danish ancestors. Suddenly an army of men from another time approached and took captive of the wolf shapeshifter, taking him to a castle where he was to meet the king. The king demanded the wolf to be his protector and decreed the wolf would now be held there in service to the king. He was kept there because of his powers to shapeshift and the king wanted this power in service to his kingdom, instead of it being used against him. I visited the castle to plead for the release of the wolf, back to my care, in my time.
I explain he is no threat and being held against his will. The wolf shapeshifter looked at me with loving loyalty in his eyes and gratitude for trying to help him escape. It will now take stealth and planning to arrange his escape, the King will not let him go.
In researching the myths of my Nordic ancestors as hinted to in the dream, I find there are many important stories to consider. Berserkers were Norse Warriors who fought with a trance like fury and able to shapeshift into forms such as wolf or bear. The King was said to have kept them has his bodyguards.
The story of Skoll, recounts a warg (wolf ) which chases the Chariot of the sun across the sky, and during the solar eclipse is when the wolf catches up to devour the sun. Hati is the warg, who chases the chariot of the moon and devours her light during a lunar eclipse. Fenrir is the son of Loki and foretold to be the one who will kill Odin. He is the Father of the wargs Skoll and Hati who chase the sun and the moon across the sky each day and night. Fenrir is eventually caught by the Aesir ( a clan of Nordic Gods and Goddesses) and bound by magical ties and fettered with his mouth fastened open, from which the river Van (Hope) flows.
The wolves of these ancient tales were surrounded by prophecy at the edge of a time of great changes signaled in by the Eclipses of the Sun and the Moon. The time when Odin would be defeated by Fenrir, as part of his destined prophecy. What hope flows from the mouth of this mythic wolf, that can now flow into our lives as we face great changes in our world? Perhaps that is the river besides which my little peaceful cabin sits in my dream of this time, in the world I now inhabit. I welcome the wolf beside me as a partner and friend. He is misunderstood because of his powers to shapeshift and his wild nature. There are many in power who want to control his powers for their own means. But eventually he will be released, he is not made for war. He is made for wildness. Perhaps that is why he has come, I welcome the wild and I am also a shapeshifter.
I did not want to leave my dream when I woke that morning, because I was having an amazing experience. In dreaming, I am in a 4 story ancestral family home. I notice red bricks near the foundation as I enter the old English Farm house. The bricks hover individually in the air, yet each serve to make up the whole of the structure of the house. Inside the home there are many people who seem part of a large extended family. I am learning from a handsome woman who is showing me around the house. She is showing me how to see what is happening up and down on each of the 4 floors of the house, while at the same time able to see the entire structure of the house from above, down to the bottom and everything inside. I am also completely aware and present with the personal interaction my guide is giving me on this tour of the 4th dimensional. She has large deep dark eyes, olive skin and long dark hair, piled on top her head in a large, loose bun. She is an ancestor of this house from another time. I can see all the people in the house connected with her and the many rooms on each floor seems to portray different family members, living in their time. The view from the perspective of the 4th dimension is exhilarating and appears to me as a very holistic way of seeing, which spans time and space, able to encompass vast amounts of experience and information. The 4th dimension presents a model for the space time continuum, and inside this ancestral house, I am walking through time with an ancestral guide. It was a different way of perceiving and receiving information. As if all the experience and information in this house was known to me by experiencing it from the 4th dimension. It was not needed to be transmitted through personal exchange, however my interaction with this woman was my point of access, which simultaneously gave me connection to all the other rooms of the house, and the people and time periods they occupy. It seems my visit there was about learning the architecture of the 4th dimension rather than honing in on the individual stories held inside, yet at the same time I held all that information too.
This isn’t the first time I have dreamt of houses which hold information on my relationship with past lives and counterparts in other lives. I wrote about it previously in my blog post Dream Archeology and the House of Many Lives.
Exploring Ancestral connections in dreams is much on my mind lately, in the season when the veil thins and leading up to the workshop I will be offering on Dreaming with the Ancestors on Sat. November 1st 1-4 p.m.
In my dreaming last night on the Eve of Beltane, I found myself entering into the magical faery realms. I was given a magical silver coin which was bejeweled on top and inside was a tasty treat like blackberry jam, so I took a bite of the silver coin and savored the tasty treasure with a sweetness and flavor I had never known before.
I arrived at an ancient tree where I was looking inside it’s hollow trunk. I found myself peering into a tiny world, where a community of faery folk were living. One lived in an acorn inside the tree. He was complaining that it was not a big enough space for him to bring a girlfriend there. He then suddenly joined me as part of my larger world and became the same size as me. (Or was I inside his space?) Things get smaller or bigger here very fast! He took me around and introduced me to his many faery friends, even his girlfriend, who had dark wispy short hair and big dark eyes that held wisdom, independence, and mischief. We then gathered together with a few others and began to dance in a faery ring, going faster and faster and faster! I was afraid I could not keep up with the speed of our dance, but was surprised to find I had no problem keeping time with my faery friends. It is said through folk story and lore, dancing in a faery ring on Beltane can be dangerous. Warnings are given not to trip into a faery ring during this sacred turning of the wheel. The Faery Ring dance is described as a dangerous dance moving round and round and round so fast, that one cannot keep up and then become trapped there for ever. I find in my experience however, to be taken only higher to another level, where a parade of faery musicians arrive, playing instruments the likes of which I have never seen. These fantastic instruments are made from wood and fashioned into harps and horns. The sound waves coming through them were beyond music, they create waves upon waves, ready to carry us through interdimensional space. Finally, more people continue to arrive at this celebration of Beltane and now they are handing out chocolate. Perhaps it is time for me return, to taste the familiar and follow my yearnings homeward beyond the realm of faery, where everything is fantastic and beyond my imaginings. This magical realm of faery also feels like home, my ancestral home. I can live in both places. I am blessed.
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 looked much like an etheric geodesic dome. 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 12 years ago with Robert Moss. The final conscious shamanic group 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 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 shamans 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 of 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.
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.
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.