Last Full Moon of the Decade

On this final Full Moon of 2020, I am taking time to reflect on the dreams of the last decade and those which arrived in 2010. Here are some, and how they took root in my life.

Photo by Carolina Teteris

The White Tiger and the Cave of Innocence – Summer Solstice 2010

I am in a dark cave where the light of my soul hovers above dark waters. I see a white tiger emerge from the mountain and sit beside the water looking into the darkness. The water surface is covered with what looks like oil, and a creature crawls out covered with the black tar. The tiger looks at the creature covered in oil and wants nothing to do with it. She turns her head away. The White Tiger jumps into the water, its white fur contrasting with the deep darkness is amazing to see. The tiger swims through the dark waters and reaches a place of murky astral waters where many spirits are floating. The water begins to clear as the tiger swims further out to sea and into the clear waters. She emerges on another shore with a rope in her mouth and she is pulling a boat. Inside the boat is a royal looking woman with maroon colored clothing and gold trim, and wearing a regal shaped head dress, a man sits behind her wearing dark blue clothing with gold trim. On the shore is a small girl of about 7 who runs toward the boat to meet the visitors. I am now back inside the cave again, where the black covered creature is still lying inside the cave. The White Tiger begins to wash the creature and reveals it to be the small girl seen previously running to greet us on the beach. The child lays in the arms of the white tiger as she is lovingly cleaned, nurtured and protected.

I was sent photos the next day by a teacher, revealing the two people I saw in my dream. My teacher was at a ceremony in the Altai Mountains in Kirgizstan, where many shamans had gathered from places around the globe. The woman in my dream, and in the photo was an Altai elder. She later revealed when she lit the ceremonial fire, she saw the spirit of a small girl released.

This dream confirms for me the cross cultural nature of dreams, and the ability to transcend borders and bilocate to another physical location. I have seen this occur in my dreams and shamanic journeys many times over the past decade, and continue to learn how to bring forth my healing gifts in service to others and the planet.

Bringing Up the Bones 9-11-2010

A wealthy, older white man wearing a burgundy and gold smoking jacket, will host a social gathering at his private residence. He escorts me into his office, which is in disarray. There is a beautiful old Asian desk made of antique bamboo. I am walking around in his space looking at how to organize it, and I walk over the top of the desk in my bare feet. I am wondering if he really wants this desk, he obviously is not using it, and I really like the way it feels under my bare feet. I am thinking about asking him if I can have it, although I already have a new desk. I really like this one, it is very ancient and regal. I hop down from the desk not saying anything, thinking if I am meant to have it, it will come. The wealthy owner takes me outside and we arrive at his private home. There is an Asian woman who lives there with him. She greets me, leaving the door open as we enter the house. Suddenly, there is a commotion while some kind of creature escapes through the front door. I am thinking it is a family pet like maybe a cat, but when I look more closely, I see what appears to be a bat or maybe even a phoenix. I can’t quite make it out. It moves very fast, and has such unusual energy. There are many birds flying after it that look like doves. The wealthy man and the Asian woman move quickly and immediately fly out the door after the creature. 

I am left standing in the house and I walk outside to see there is a lake, and a boardwalk by the sea. I am looking at the water and am now joined by two shamanic teachers. One tells me there are bones at the bottom of the sea, and that the bones are my ancestors, and they are Buryat.  I am told this is the line of shamanism which I am connected through my ancestors. We must awaken the bones, and bring them to the surface. I can see in my minds eye the bottom of the ocean, and the sediment of salt and minerals that make up the bones of the ancestors. As we focus on raising the bones of my ancestors, I can see a white circle forming on top of the lake. Nearby huge waves are rising from the ocean. The more we focus on raising the ancestors, the more the waves become very high and come crashing down on the boardwalk. The energy I am raising is through my ancestors, and my teachers are helping me.

A week after having this dream, a Turkish friend in Istanbul sent me a photo of a white circles floating on water. They were reported being seen appearing in different places, and no one knows what they are, or why they are showing up.

When I saw her picture I almost fell out of my chair because it looked just like the circles in my dream, that were from the bones of my ancestors. I have been very focused on honoring the ancestors and working with their energy over the past decade. I am also called to assist others in reconnecting them with their ancestral gifts and lineages, and bringing forth their collective energy for wisdom and healing.

Faery Joy 11-14-2010

I dreamt of hearing strange beautiful music and seeing lovely faeries with white lilies and orchids, with yellow and orange sunlight, feeling complete joy and beauty.

The otherworld is a place like home for me, a place of joy and beauty, wisdom and healing. The good folk are my other than human relatives, and my connections there have continued to grow. I was fortunate to visit Ireland in 2018 and 2019, guided and invited by my dreams, where I met up with my Faery Kin.

Persephone Planting Her Seeds 12-20-2010

  I dreamt of an encounter with the Goddess Persephone. She offered me a Pomegranate which she held in her hands and told me.  “If you never open the Pomegranate, you can not plant the seed and the tree will never grow.” She then took a single seed from the open Pomegranate and planted it from which a beautiful tree grew tall, full and strong like magic.

This dream planted many seeds for me, including continuing to grow my connections with Persephone. I began offering monthly Women’s Dreaming Groups on the Full Moon, and later facilitated biannual Women’s Retreats over the past 7 years. I went on to become involved in Women’s activism and organized several International Women’s Summits, including one in Sarajevo in 2019 with the Kolo Women’s Cross Cultural Collaboration, where I was Executive Director for 5 years. Part of our work involved trauma informed care and training, and collaborating with the MMIWTX for No More Stolen Sisters!

As this decade comes to a close and another begins to open, I will keep my dreams focused on what seeds wish to be planted at the New Moon of 2021 for the coming year and decade. I have some Moon Flower Seeds ready.

Dreams of Octopus

March 22, 2020

 

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

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

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

Valley Reed © 2020

 

 

 

The Black Jaguar and the Shaman Stone

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Another big cat visited me in my dreaming recently, a black Jaguar. This was another old friend who I was glad to see, and who I knew from many years ago, when I first stepped onto the path of Shamanic dreaming at 25 years old. In that dream from long ago, the black jaguar was stalking me, hunting me and devouring me, tearing me limb from limb. This is a traditional form of initiation onto the path of Shamanic realms of dreaming. Being torn limb from limb by a power animal is a kind of re-membering and re-birthing into a new form, one which holds natural paths of primal energy. These energy paths are also connected with the earth and universal energy, perhaps even parallel universes.

In my recent dream, I was aware this black jaguar was a teacher and he was showing himself to me in his animal form. He could shapeshift back into a man, but in this dream he was teaching me through the stealth of the black jaguar. He gave me a flat, slate colored stone about the size of my abdomen. I held it in my hands and could see the design of a map carved in an ancient language. This map is an earth energy grid, which I sense are also connected with interstellar energy grids. I was being shown how to use this tool to navigate the dream realms.  In ancient traditions the world over, the dream world is the real world and known as a place where the waking world gets created. I felt the ancient origins of this energy map written into this stone, and I felt it’s connection to me and my life and the familiar black jaguar standing next to me. The grounding power of the black jaguar and the ancient shaman stone was a gift and a teaching that I was being entrusted to learn how to use and one which I would need to learn in order to gain access to the spaces my path has set before me on the mysterious path of the shaman’s stone.

I was intrigued by the gift of this sacred object and now have set foot on a path of discovery for understanding this mysterious ancient map. Upon further examination, there seems to be no end to the maps contained in this ancient stone. When peering more deeply into the stone, as perhaps one would do with a scrying stone, I was able to see layer upon layer of maps held inside. I knew I was looking at inter-dimensional maps for traveling to other realms. I then held the stone like a scrying tablet, positioned before my solar plexus, while concentrating my intention onto the multidimensional maps and suddenly found myself transported to another location in dreaming.

Valley Reed © 2015