Awaken the Sacred Dream

The Language of Trees

AngelOakTree — The Angel Oak Tree in South Carolina is over 1500 years old. Photo Credit: Daniela Duncan

In a recent night of dreaming, I found myself in an ancient grove of Oak trees and was drawn toward one of the larger trees, which held a deep presence. My guide was standing near me and transported me into the inner world of the tree. I was shown what was held inside, an ancient language streamed before my eyes written in what appeared to be a holographic, hieroglyphic. An archaic language written with a green lazer beam of light. I was told by my guide, that I am a guardian of this tree and that I have kept it safe. The language I was witnessing is from an advanced ancient knowledge planted by star beings and provides a way to connect to other universes.

I then saw myself back outside the tree and placed my hand on it, as I did the holographic language of the tree was transferred into me and my inner world. I had now become a record keeper just like the tree I had stepped inside. I have now become a part of this sacred grove rooted in this ancient language and wisdom, and am able to store knowledge through the transfer of light, encoded with the holographic language of dreams. The transfer of this light into my being from the record keeper, activated the information. The Record Keeper is connected to other sacred places around the world, which also hold sacred wisdom held in secret. The Record Keeper may be a Tree, a Rock, a Sacred Spring, or even a Whale. When one of the Records becomes activated and transfers to an individual, then other locations around the world, also become active, sending out a signal to the guardian of the site, who must come and activate it. A transfer of ancient wisdom seeded on this planet long ago and now ready to be awakened and activated. A transfer of ancient wisdom into the waking world, through action, to Awaken the Sacred Dream. Are you listening to the call? The time is now, to wake up.

NorthIrelandTreeGrove — Northern Ireland Dark Hedges Photo Credit: Stephen Emerson

The Black Jaguar and the Shaman Stone

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.

The Lion and the Goddess

The Lion came into my dreaming recently and said, “you have not been paying attention to me.” He was old and scraggly looking, and accompanied by several other older Lions who were part of his pride. I knew this Lion, although he looked different than I recalled, I was familiar with an agreement I had made with him somewhere in my far memory. My response to him was, “Oh that.”

My far memory seemed to recall this old friend and guardian as a protector and guardian of the goddess, and so in order to hang around with me, he may be asking me to embody more of that goddess energy in my life. I had the feeling it was time to get on with this part of my life, something I agreed to do along time ago, perhaps lifetimes ago. It was the feeling of time passing and that this promise could not be put off any longer. This lion is getting old and tired, he is hungry and needs to be fed. It is important to feed your power animals if you want them to stay near. This power animal I greeted as an old friend, holds a key to my own power which I seem to be avoiding. He is a guardian of the goddess, and neither he nor the goddess will be put off any longer. I must accept this energy and allow it to lead me into places in my life where I do not yet fully understand my own capacity to hold power as a woman. Even though, I just recently helped organize 2 major events centering around Women’s Human Rights at an International Women’s Summit in Dallas, Texas and another event in Taos, New Mexico for International Women’s Traditions, centering around Women’s Wisdom and Oral Traditions. I have continued to also grow community by nurturing a circle of women who are dreaming forth their own empowerment. Still the Lion is telling me, I am avoiding something. He is starving from my neglect and I must find away to nurture this connection which serves to protect and guide me. The Lion can help me journey to the places where the goddess resides.

The connection between the Lion and the Goddess is an ancient one, dating back to the Neolithic era in Anatolia and spread from the Phrygian Mountains in what is now modern day Turkey, and enthroned in temples devoted to Kybele throughout the Grecco-Roman world. The Goddess Kybele was depicted on her throne holding her frame drum, flanked by female headed winged lions or riding a chariot guided by Lions. She was known as Magna Mater, Great Mother and brought with her a mysterious stone from Phyrgian Mountains, a conical shaped meteorite known as the Needle of Kybele, which enshrined the power of the Great Goddess to protect the region.

Wolf Woman Gathers the Wild Women

Grey Wolf Woman 7-9-14

The grey wolf stood behind me, making her presence known at my right flank.

Then enters a wise woman, full of love and wisdom, calling forth her power.

She is interchangeable with the grey wolf. She reaches her arm forward drawing her power inward, showing me how it works. Showing me how to draw my power from the natural world, the world of spirits and the world of the shaman. The other world has come to stand beside me.

In between the balance of how the natural world flows.

The Portal 7-30-14

I sit before the portal of knowing and unknowing. A beautiful sunset slipping into the ocean before me. The magic of twilight opens the liminal spaces between the worlds. The waves are crashing through the portal and dispersing the energy of the mother. I open myself to this passage and receive the ever flowing waves of ancient love, pouring into my being. I feel the trembling earth beneath me and feel the electric energy surging through my body. I feel the energy being drawn into my womb, where it gathers. I feel the pain I have carried in my womb for so long, no longer has a home there. It is now home to a radiant and powerful love. I hear an ancient voice speaking to me across the waves of time. “You were drawn to me, just as I was drawn to you. Now we are joined together as one. This energy now belongs to you, and you can create whatever you wish in this life.”

After these powerful experiences, the space opened up for me to gather women together and offer weekend women’s retreats, which I began last year over the Fall Equinox. In January of this year, I had this dream;

Wolf Priestess
I see a High Priestess who wore a white wolf headed skin over her right shoulder. Her handmade tunic draped down in front in deep colors of Blue. There were shiny elements on the front that made it appear like stars. She was standing facing me and held a strong presence in the room, but said nothing. Then another priestess came with the Wolf headed skin draped in the colors of purple, and the design held something more earthy on the front. Finally another priestess appeared wearing the Wolf headed skin draped in the colors of deep black with diamond like elements on her tunic which looked like stars in the night sky. I had the awareness of the Pleiadies constellation on this tunic. I quite like this woman, she had a wildness about her that was beautiful and familiar. The High Priestess stood holding the space as the procession of Wolf Priestesses walked past her and entered another room through an open door, where they were to have a private meeting. I was still watching as each appeared, noticing the different expression of their wolf power through the garments and designs they each wore, which were of their own making. I asked the High Priestess, How does one join to become a priestess? She said simply, you create your own sacred garment in your own colors and design and then you attend a meeting with the group, then you can create your own rituals or ceremonies and have your own group. EOD.

I have continued to offer monthly women’s groups on the New Moon and weekend women’s retreats this year and am now also collaborating with Sacred Woman and The Kolo in helping to organize a women’s gathering in Taos next fall.

The International Women’s Traditions Leading the World on Oct. 2-4 at the Taos/SMU Campus.

What is so striking to me about how all this continues to come through, is how more and more new women are finding me and joining in our circle, and many speak about dreaming with a wolf when they come into the circle. The Wolf Woman is gathering the Wild Women together and you are invited to join us.

New Moon Women’s Wisdom Circle meets next in East Dallas on Tuesday, June 16th 7-9 p.m.

Listen to the call and join us.

The Ever Flowing Spring

“You will be like a well watered garden, like an ever flowing spring.” Isaiah 58:11

I dream I have found the location of a sacred spring, there is a man and a buffalo there who are guardians of the spring. They have a story to tell about the water, and the sacredness of this place and it’s importance. It is not being used currently, for what it’s purpose was designed. It is located on private farm land and the water is being pumped and used to water the fields. This sacred place and the healing waters there, are meant to be used as a place of initiation and healing, not for commercial profit.

The man has reddish dark hair, mustache and beard and perhaps English or Scottish ancestry. He was a hunter or trapper in the area, and now his spirit remains as guardian of this sacred spring. He is a big, burly looking mountain man, and it could also be a bear with him, Yes a Grizzly. I see the Grizzly who stands behind the man at a safe distance away. She stands on her hind legs with her shabby, sun drenched, blonde fur. She growls fiercely toward me, protecting her man. I recall looking at a trail map which had grizzly bear indicators for the trails they may frequent. I was looking at the trail map to see which trails I may want to follow. I am aware of the danger, but not afraid of the Bear, in fact in looking at the map, I see several trails grizzlies may frequent that I may be willing to go down. I know the area on the map where I am looking is near the Sierra Nevada Mountains of N. California and Nevada and perhaps further up into Montana. In researching this grizzly guardian, I discover he is in fact, the mountain man & trapper John Grizzly Adams, who lived in this area during the 1849 gold rush.

He lived in the wild and trapped and trained a number of Grizzly Bears over the years. One of his first was a she bear he trapped and trained who would follow him around just as I saw in my dream. Adams was attacked by a Grizzly in 1855,’ but saved by one of his Grizzly Bears who fought in his defense. He died 5 years later after the attack, never fully recovering. It would make sense that he would return to the places in the wild he loved as a guardian. It appears he would like to tell more of his story, or perhaps he is unhappy with how he has been portrayed.

I understand the spring and it’s purpose is connected with the deep well of soul, and it’s connection to ever flowing emotion and creativity. There are stories in this spring that want to be told, but before having access to them, I must listen to and tell the story of the guardian of this sacred place. I am impatient with him and want to bypass this process. I want to go around him and go deeper, I feel I have already heard the story of the gatekeeper and understand him, but I am here for a different purpose, the purpose for which this spring was created. Each time I try to go deeper into the sacred spring, I encounter the guardian, and he begins to tell me the story of this spring. In this telling, I am also paying attention to the buffalo and the story it has to tell me. The tragedy of the loss of the abundance of the buffalo, because of the greed of man. The story of how this affected the native people and how much they relied on the buffalo for not only food, but clothing and shelter. The Buffalo was at one time as numerous on the plains as the waves on the ocean, and as deeply honored in sacred ceremony and myth, as an ever flowing spring. The Indigenous People took care to honor the Buffalo and when hunted, they used every part of this sacred animal. They never imagined that it could become extinct and their way of life with it, because of the greed, guns and colonization by the white man.

I try once again to connect on a deeper level with the ever flowing spring, and again I meet the guardian of the spring who has his story to tell. He is focused on the physical water and location of the sacred place and the story surrounding it. The need to protect the environment and sacred places upon the earth, which are being used up for temporary financial gain. I want to go deeper into the healing power of the spring and encounter the soul energy that resides there. It is the soul energy of the earth, and holds great healing power. I want to delve in deeper with this ever flowing energy of soul and connect my life with it, and realign with my own inner vast resources of the ever flowing spring. It is restorative, and creative and from it stories spring forth, bubbling up from the depths of soul, swirling through time and into the present.

Finally, after the third hearing of the stories of the gatekeeper, I am able to delve deeper into the ever flowing spring. I enter the movement and see the spiraling flow of the water, it takes me ever deeper to the source of the spring. I am aware that this inner reality is the much sought after discovery of the elixir of life, or the fountain of youth, the alchemists spoke of in myth and legend. I have only just stepped into this flow of these sacred waters, and I know they will carry me ever deeper. I am blessed by these waters in dreaming on the cusp of a new year.

My prayer is to honor the earth dream and protect the sacred, within and without. May the ever flowing spring reveal my sacred purpose and bigger story.

For more information on sacred sites at risk, all around the earth please visit – www.sacredland.org

King Arthur and the White Hart

Sacred Tree

In conscious twilight dreaming, I see myself down in the earth around the roots of an enormous tree. I move around from root to root to feel and connect with the wide expanse that roots this magnificent tree in the earth. I then travel up through the core of the trunk of the tree, but find it difficult to move upward, because I encounter energy blocks inside the trunk.

I begin to feel the fear that I have stored there, and I consciously allow my fears to come undone. When the blockage is removed, I am aware my dreams have now also become unleashed. The fears held there were blocking my dreams from coming through. Now my dreams are free to be gathered each night and morning as I enter sleep and later awaken. Now I can move freely up the core of the tree, into the hartwood.

White Hart

I am suddenly called to step out and into the middle realm. I am deep in a wooded forest, where a young king stands alone with his white horse to take water at the stream. He is handsome with shoulder length blonde hair, and blue eyes. He wears fine clothing and a simple gold crown. His back adorned with a silken purple cape and his hands are protected by tailor made leather riding gloves. He stares at the water with a look of peace and serenity, taking in every moment of the rare chance to be alone in the wild. Watching his horse drink from the stream, he looks up when hearing a crack in the wood. He stands face to face with the huge dark eyes of the stag staring back at him. There is something between them, something being transmitted, yet unspoken. It is a destiny, it is a sign. The White Hart then leaps across the wide stream and moves up the bluff until reaching a vantage point where he can look down upon the strange encounter he has just discovered. He will turn up again when the time is right.

Upper Realm Journey

Now I am called back to my sacred tree to move ever upward until finding the very tips of each branch as it reaches skyward. I scan the reach of this tree, it is broad and reaches high into the heavens. It holds home to many birds who lay in her branches tucked safely from harm. The trunk is strong and stable, and the roots reach wide and deep. I am now perched on the tiptop of the branches like a bird, surveying the view from uptop of the world. I am called to move ever higher in my journey and enter the upper realms. I look up and see a rope drop down, and a helping hand emerges to pull me up to the next level.

A rip in the fabric of time

I find myself dreaming in the twilight zone hoping for sleep or dreams to find me. A dream draws near me, tearing a rip in the fabric of darkness, that makes up my inner space. Upper and lower are pulled apart to reveal the brightness of the sun piercing through like the break of day. From this space, now torn wide open, I can see the energy of another dimension spilling through into mine. I begin to see etheric beings stepping into my dreamspace, making their way toward me, moving ever closer. One moves close enough to come into view and I begin to make out the details of his person. He is a King in his prime years, experienced and fearless. He holds his hand extended out toward me. In it he holds, what looks to be the head of a man, or perhaps a skull. When I look closer, I see it is made from beeswax.

Mythic Reflections

There are tales of King Arthur in connection with the white hart deer, one of which is at the wedding feast of King Arthur and Guinevere at Camelot. A White Hart Deer was seen to enter the great hall, followed by the chaos of a white dog followed by 30 hunting dogs, a fair maiden in pursuit of the white dog, and a knight in pursuit of the maiden. At the behest of Merlin, King Arthur orders they should all be brought back and chooses Sir Gawain to bring back the white hart. He is accompanied by two other knights, who gave chase to return the white hound and the fair maiden. The maiden was killed accidentally by Gawain who fought the knight for her. The White Hart and White Hound were returned to Camelot.

There is another tale that takes place at a Christmas feast at Camelot, when Sir Gawain encounters the Green Knight who challenges the knights of the round table to cut off his head and in a year and a day return to have the same fate returned. Sir Gawain is the only knight to accept the challenge and he takes the hatchet and chops of the head of the Green Knight, who then catches his own head in his hand.

Sir Gawain returns to the Green Chapel at the coming of Christmas the next year to honor his part of the bargain with the Green Knight. On New Year’s Day, he meets up at the Green Chapel to receive the returning ax blow to cut off his head, but his life is sparred after three tries by the Green Knight. He is found to have been given a green girdle talisman of a fair maiden to protect his life.

What will the coming year bring with the mythic themes of King Arthur and the White Hart spilling into my dreams? A spiritual quest maybe in the offering for the coming year. Time will tell, in a year and a day, if my head will be cut off or not. I will be sure to make plenty of magic talismans this year. The Green Knight is steeped in the older traditions of the Green Man. The King of the Wood, as protector and consort of the Goddess, is sacrificed in the yearly ritual. When winter comes, the Green Man becomes the old man of winter and he is sacrificed in a ritual fire to be reborn at Beltane. The reborn sacred king and goddess are joined in a sacred marriage to fertilize the land. It is then, that his power is bestowed upon him by the goddess and held in the land that he serves.

Dream Talisman

Crane Woman Talisman – 12-15-14

In my dream, I am shown a talisman made of grey feathers shaped into a woman, fastened with a red stone heart at her center. I touch the feathers and the red stone heart, connecting with her energy. This magical talisman originates from the energy of a woman who is of Japanese and Native American Heritage.

She later appears in my dream showing her full form. A face of fierce beauty framed with long black hair. Her arms are outstretched to reveal her beautiful feather covered wings. Wings of the great blue heron.

I search for her stories, what are the stories of heron and crane from her lineage?

The Japanese celebrate crane with costume and dance in a ceremony that reaches back 1000 years. Cranes are known for their longevity and revered as guides to the other world and know the pathways beyond the mysteries of death.

Crane Woman

There is an ancient tale of a lonely farmer who finds a crane on his doorstep, shot by an arrow. He carefully nurtures her back to health and saves the crane’s life. The crane transforms into a beautiful woman and becomes his wife. She asks her husband to create a private room where she can weave fine fabric, on the condition that he will never look inside the room while she worked. The crane woman weaves exquisite thousand crane patterned fabric which sells at the highest price. Soon, the farmer and his new wife became very wealthy with her mysterious skills. They create a beautiful home and comfortable life and are very happy together. Only one thing bothers the farmer, who begins to notice his wife works too much and she seems much too tired all the time. He becomes worried for her health and wants to know what could be draining her energy. So against her warnings, he decides to look inside her private room as she worked. What he sees is a crane picking out her own feathers and using them to weave beautiful fine fabric. He is so startled by this discovery, he let’s out a cry! The crane turns to see that her secret has been revealed. Crane Woman flies away and returns to the sky.

Ancestral House in the 4th Dimension

10/23/14 New Moon – Solar Eclipse

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.

Conversations with my Future Self

In another dream, I am aware that I am talking with my future self. I am at the time wondering if I have made the right decision in moving back and having doubts about my plans to be here again. My future self visits me in my dream and I can hear my own voice telling me, “You don’t have to worry, everything is going to turn out alright. You are just where you need to be.” In my dream, I feel empowered by the sound of the voice of my future self, giving me confidence and assurance and I feel supported and loved and I am amazed.

Last year, I had an unusual dream, where I saw my doppelganger or dream double. Since that dream, I have had a succession of interesting encounters which are helping me to learn more about connections with my higher self, my future self and the nature of parallel realities.

The Doppelganger 6-1-13

I dreamt of seeing my doppelganger, a dream double. It was the first time I have ever seen one in a dream. My dream double was attending a gathering at a house I lived next door to, whew! a close call! I also knew what was going to happen next in the dream, as though I had access to the knowledge and life of my doppelganger. I wanted to make sure my dream double did not see me in the dream, as I wondered if it may portend death to do so. On my way to make a hasty exit from the scene, I ran into the director of school where I worked and another woman, who is the director of a school of metaphysics. They were having an interesting conversation about the nature of the higher self and the heart. The director of the school said to the director of the school of Metaphysics, ” We used to be able to “see” the connections of the heart and the higher self, and the two where made visible, one to the higher self and one also to Malkuth the guardian angel.” I shook my head in agreement, as I also wondered if I should try and make it back in my house before my visible dream double saw me!

I discovered upon more research that Malkulth is a name given to the place at the lowest station of the Tree of Life in the Cabala and represents the Kingdom. It is also the place that is known to be attributed to Uriel the guardian angel who is connected with earth and fire and seen to hold the light of god. He also holds a scroll of learning or perhaps teaching. Uriel is also my guardian angel. The dream double or doppelganger is one who lives in heaven or known as the higher self and watches over the one living on the earthly realm.

In another experience, I find myself in the midst of a waking vision and I hear a woman’s voice telling me I need to move back to Dallas to be with the man I love. I had at that time, taken another path and was living in another state. In my vision, I see myself living with him and we are happily reunited. I follow the guidance I am given and move back to reunite with my partner. We experience much joy in our reunion together. I did not think about it at the time, whose voice I was hearing, I was later to discover more. We decide to move back in together, and our search for a home begins. It is in the dreaming where our house is found first.

The House Where I Live 3-1-14

I am now at the house where I will be moving into, inside there is a man with whom I will live, but he is not my partner. He lives in one side of the house and his presence is one who is a master of the house. There is an otherworldly presence about him, he is surrounded by candle light and moves quickly, like light, throughout the house. He is mysterious and I never see his face. I wander into another part of the house, and find my bedroom there that I have not been using and it is a nice space and comfortably decorated, but does not have the same quality of light there, more like the gentle light of morning. I also see the bathroom which I like very much, it is a big open space and has mosaic tile work around the bathtub. I am very happy with the space where I live. I go outside the house to see the neighborhood, and walk around to the backyard. There is an archway where pink roses are covering it, and so many have grown that the stems are covering the entrance. The rosebush has been trimmed back from the ground up so that people may enter through the archway. I have a feeling this is a very special archway covered with so many roses and so much love. I am showing it to a dear friend of mine, with a sense of awe and excitement.

The house in my dream matches very much with the house I found for us to move into just a few weeks later. It has a studio in the front, where I now have my healing arts business located. My dear friend in the dream, also teaches at my studio. The house has a wonderful bathroom with a beautiful tile floor and an old claw foot tub reminiscent of my dream. It is also separated into two sides, much like my dream, and many people comment about the wonderful energy of the space. It is a space where angels have been seen in many of our dream journeys, a perfect place for healing.

I later dreamt about the nature of parallel lives –

Stretching Parallel Lives 8-12-14

I am in a dream with my partner and we are traveling somewhere together, it seems up toward British Columbia or Washington area. On our travels in the dream, I realize that I am experiencing multidimensional reality because I notice that with every decision made some of my energy gets split off into another dimension of time. I can see how this process of splitting makes the energy thinner in the reality I am living now. I am trying to find my way back to the reality I came from. There is one key object that will provide me with the orientation I need to return, but I don’t know what it is, I will know it when I see it. We are now traveling on a yacht in the ocean and there are humpback whales near us in the water, until we find ourselves cruising through a canal toward a harbor. There we can see the mountains, which are beautiful colors of red, green, brown, tan, yellow. I am looking at the mountains and walking up toward a wilderness area, and I see a bobcat come running toward me from a small cave. It is the den for this family of bob cats. Another bobcat comes running toward me soon after that. One jumps up to bite my left arm I am holding out to the side and the other jumps up to bite my right arm. I am aware that the animals know of my presence wherever I go, and allow me to see them, when they want to be seen. I am not concerned about the bobcats hanging off of my arms.

In this dream, we are traversing places and scenes that my partner and I have experienced together on trips we have taken in waking reality together. Even the bobcat, was a familiar scene, when once one came to visit us in our backyard at our home at an urban setting in Dallas, Texas. Of course they did not hang from my arms and bite me as in my dream, but the dream narrative shows me this is their way of getting my attention and remind me that the animal powers are alive and with me. The stretching of energy is stretching my awareness of what is possible. Perhaps I don’t have to go anywhere to find it, perhaps it is sitting in my own backyard. I am stretching my reality to include connections with my higher self and my guardian angel as part of my every day life and allowing myself to be open to the powers of the other world to present themselves to me. I also felt an awareness in my dreaming, that my decisions can stretch my energy in divergent ways, if they are not in accord with my higher purpose. When I am in connection with my higher purpose all roads lead home. It’s good to be home.

Angels Among Us

In our Lightning Dream Group this evening, we talked about how to remember our dreams better, by learning how to explore dreams in a conscious dream state. I shared how one can learn to hang out in the twilight zone, that stage between waking and dreaming, before dropping off to sleep or waking in the morning. It is a very useful practice to learn how to become a conscious dreamer. I shared an experience where I was exploring that liminal place of the twilight zone, known as the hypnagogic or hypnopompic state. It was here, that I found myself in a dark, vast, space where seemingly nothing was to be seen, but something on the edge of my awareness caught my attention. It was a faint pink light on the edge of my awareness, and when I honed in to get a closer look, I found a pink web like material that had an energy to it which felt kind and loving. I wanted to explore more about it and stepped through this weblike material to find myself entering into another reality. I looked down at my hands a saw a mysterious book held there. It was a leather bound book which read, The Book Of Uriel. When I opened it, I saw a picture of a beautiful castle. I suddenly found myself magically transported to the scene I was viewing. Now I am walking a tree swept path along a lazy river, where a roman styled bridge provides passage to the other side. I am now standing in front of a beautiful castle with black turrets supported by sturdy, aged, white stones. I feel an intense longing and familiarity with this place and an incredible desire to return to this place, I know I am only visiting.

After sharing this experience, a woman in our group declares she has been researching Uriel online today and has ordered a book. The next person in our group shares a dream in which she is the architect of a church in a repeating dream, where she is creating some kind of community. We discuss how architects were so instrumental in preserving mysticism and designing cathedrals where sacred geometry was used to create a space for direct contact with the divine. Dreams also provide this kind of space where one can visit locations in the imaginal realm to go and learn from spiritual teachers who have passed on in this realm, but their schools remain hidden in the realm of dreams, yet open to those who know the pathway there. Another dreamer who arrived late to our group, came in and shared he had been trying to find the music and words to a song that was about Uriel, and the other Archangels. Interesting synchronicity at play in this group, surely there are angels among us tonight. We took this as an invitation to go deeper and so we explored a conscious group dream journey together as I held open this sacred space drumming us deeper into the dream realms. We were able to enter the realm of angels, where each person had their own deeply profound and meaningful experience connecting with the archangels, and one even brought the goddess Sarasvati into her dreaming. The path of dreams is truly magical and profound and I am deeply grateful to the powers which surround us and the dreamers willing to commune with the likes of Arch Angels and Goddesses.

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