Awaken the Sacred Dream

The Heart of Dreaming

In my dreaming last night, in preparation for a soul recovery workshop I had to facilitate the next day, I put the question to my dreams, Where is the rest of me? In my dreaming, this is what came;

Sacred King with the Magic Armor and Sacred Heart

In the twilight zone between waking and dreaming, I had a conscious dream encounter, where I found myself in direct contact with a magical king wearing his under suit of chain link armor. He was talking to me about how we are linked. He was showing me, that what I need to bring into this life is a courageous heart. I quite liked this man, he was perhaps an Irish King and very, very handsome and the years shown, were that of vigor and youth. I was amazed at the connection we shared and how clear the communication was between us. I began to realize that this was an alternate personality living in another life time with which perhaps, I am connected. He was sharing with me how I need to bring something of what he has to offer me, into my present lifetime. This was fully through the practice of conscious dreaming and dream incubation, that I was able to reach this connection so directly and clearly. I questioned the information and where I was and what I was seeing at first, but then other people began to enter the scene and I was seeing him interacting with a lot different people in his environment, much as a King would. The action was not particularly lively or the conversations interesting, I was actually seeing him as he is now in his current lifetime. I did try to ask his name, but was not able to hold onto that information. I was bumped by my partner in bed and found myself having disrupted transmission, where my dream screen went black and blue for a moment, until I was able to tune back into to where I was.

He did show me his magical suit of armor and his sacred heart, which beamed glowing out from the center of his chest, his strong beating heart was open and his armor did not cover it. I do recall near the end of our exchange, where a falcon returned to land on his arm.

This sacred King who entered my dreaming, was keen to show me his armor and his heart and talk with me about how I can have a more courageous heart. He was there to share this magical gift with me. It was the same suit of armor I saw in my journey into the House of Time, at a recent shamanic gathering I attended with my teacher Robert Moss along with advanced students and dream teachers who gathered in upstate New York. In one of our journeys into the House of Time, I found myself entering an ancient castle where I found a chain link under suit of armor that was made of light.

Songs of the Fey

Further in my dreaming from last night, I found myself in connection with some faery women who were speaking in their native tongue. They were teaching me to speak their language, which they communicate mostly by singing to one another. When they sing, the powerful sound carries as if from another world away. There is also a kind of clicking noise they make, which is also a part of their language. I then find I have returned from this place and am now present with a group of Robert Moss students. We are supposed to do some kind of creative presentation, and I am going to sing a fairy song in their language, as they have taught me. I sang a bit to Robert to demonstrate what I am talking about and I am able to sing with a powerful voice and make the clicking noises I was taught. A friend began talking to me about reading the fairy tale, “Snow White and Rose Red” from the Fairy Book Collection by Andrew Lang. My friend and I are both working on the same project together and she is going to do a creative presentation with me. We all celebrate together with a drink of fine Irish whiskey from delicate Irish tea cups.

This theme of the Sacred King with the Sacred Heart returned over and again in our soul recovery workshop today. One surfaced for a member of our group as a dreaming memory from childhood, where she was offered during our conscious shamanic group journey, to reclaim the Sacred Heart which she had been convinced to leave behind as a child. In another journey, the Sacred King/God showed itself in a journey to the upper realm, where another member of our group connected with the Tir Na Nog, the legendary other world in Celtic Mythistory. Another dreamer connected with a fiery red headed goddess, who emerged from a sacred healing pool offering her healing from a difficult past relationship. Some of the Action Plans which came from our shamanic conscious dream journey exploration included, singing outside more with children, while another person found their guidance was to tell more stories. It seems the inspiration and healing of the good people, the shining ones, was with us today and in dreaming. Blessed Be. A Wonderful Way to Celebrate the World Day of Active Dreaming today, where dream teachers and dream ambassadors from around the world, were sharing the core practices of Active Dreaming with other eager dreamers. May all your doors and paths and gateways be open, and may all your doors and paths and gateways between the worlds, and may all your doors and paths, to any who would do you or those you love any harm, be closed. May it be so. Blessed Dreaming.

Dreaming with Gaia

This week, there has been a plenty of disturbing news about the state of climate change and our current trajectory on this planet, we call home. It does not look good for us humans, nor the many species of animals and plants facing a mass extinction. The U.S. released a report this week announcing climate change is a determined fact in the U.S. Welcome to reality, too bad it seems it may well be too little too late. I doubt this news will effect any major energy policy related to U.S. Global Oil Companies. What can we do? We must demand an effective energy policy reflecting the results of this study that plans to preserve our environment by using solar energy. Scotland, Germany and Iceland have been able to make huge changes in their energy policy because they have the political will to do so. In America, we can’t even seem to hold onto the civil rights fought for with the blood, sweat and tears of those who came before us. Maybe we missed the fight we should have been struggling for all along, the rights of mother earth.

In reclaiming our connection with the Earth as a living, breathing conscious being with whom we are intricately intertwined, we can bring forth a much needed vision of how to live in connection with with her. We can take action to protect the rights of mother earth and welcome our place as part of creation. The outworn model of man over nature, has shown itself in creating a dominate society of destruction to earth and her inhabitants. I invite you to dream with Gaia. Help bring about a new way of walking on this earth, in connection with the dream she is dreaming for all of creation. In the way of many Indigenous Earth Wisdom Traditions, nothing happens unless it is first dreamt. It is in dreaming, where we may create the world we want to live in, and then act to bring it into creation. This is how the world is created and where the changes we must live will show themselves to enable our survival and that of the planet we call home. The dreams of Gaia await our arrival. Many are awakening from the planetary nightmare, which the western civilized world has sold us. We can each realize our individual part of her collective dream and take action to bring the regenerative dream of Gaia to life.

Dance of the Faery Ring on Beltane Eve

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.

Valley Reed 2014 ©

The River of Time

In a recent voyage to upstate New York, I took part in an advanced shamanic gathering of students and teachers with Robert Moss. This magical mountain made of garnet has been the location for shamanic group exploration for nearly 20 years. The last time I had been part of this particular group was 13 years ago, when I attended the fall gathering following 9-11 and we opened pathways for those who had died in the tragedy of the twin towers to cross over. This past weekend was just as powerful, only the person crossing over into a different reality this time, was me. The energy this community of Active Dreamers has grown over the years is palpable and one can feel the strength of it immediately upon entering the room where we gathered.

Over the weekend, we journeyed through the multiverse to explore the terrain Robert had set before us. In his recent

The Boy Who Died and Came Back by Robert Moss — “The Boy Who Died and Came Back” by Robert Moss

book, “The Boy Who Died and Came Back ~ Adventures of a Dream Archeologist in the Multiverse” he writes about his personal journey exploring other worlds in non-ordinary reality, through his connection with several near death experiences as a boy. He goes further, to explain a model of how the multiverse may be structured and that time is not linear, all things and all lives are being lived, Now! This fascinating book, is a manual for how to navigate the mulitverse. Once you are there, you may learn about how to connect with your higher self, the double in heaven, or become aware of parallel lives playing out, where other choices were made and paths taken. It’s ultimately about bringing more of your energy and your self into this reality. Robert Moss shows us many pathways for doing so in his wonderful style of storytelling and exploration as a dream archeologist.

One of the places for Time Travel and exploration he describes is a location known as the House of Time. It is a location in the imaginal realm where Active Dreamers have traveled through time, exploring connections in other lives and dimensions. We went on a visit there in our conscious shamanic group dreaming and here is an excerpt from one of my journeys;

The Mongol Warrior Woman Shaman 4/12/14 Magic Mountain

I approach the steps of the House of Time and each one gives way beneath my feet to create a flat surface, I am not going up the stairs, the up is coming down to meet me. I arrive in the courtyard where I see the House of Time before me surrounded by grounds, where there is a flowering orchard of trees and a quiet river flowing through. I approach the river and see the sun light reflecting on the water, a face of light comes through the water reaching toward me like a mask of light. I find myself in a wild landscape in the steppes of Mongolia.

I am a woman warrior shaman, guardian of these ancestral lands and borders. I also protect the psychic lands and borderlands from invasion of psychic warfare. I am small in frame, but not in stature. I have long, wild, thick, black, hair and long muscular arms. My hair has many thin long braids woven with amulets and bells. My face is set against the sun. I am tracking a small dust cloud in the distance, whipped up by the approach of many warriors on horseback, who come to invade these sacred lands.

I am a Master of the elements through my dance of power, my weapon is the weather, my duty is to protect. I am one, standing strong, amongst many enemies who want to take these lands for their own. I have all that is needed to fulfill my duty and protect my ancestral lands.

The storm clouds are gathering. I am moving energy and gathering the elements of water all around me and into my body. Once I have gathered this power within myself, I send it up into the clouds through my dance of power. I summon the winds as the clouds grow heavy with rain, the sky becomes dark as night as the storm draws near my approaching enemy. The lightning strikes in the midst of their thundering horde. Horses rearing up, dumping their riders, in the chaos of running frantically for shelter from the storm. The fear this storm brings upon my enemies, causes them to loose courage. They frantically seek escape from the massive storm that has suddenly descended upon them. The storm clears the air, and any psychic energy that was intended to try and defeat the powerful Mongol Warrior Woman Shaman.

I have been visited by this Mongol Woman Shaman on several other occasions, during Kundalini yoga classes. I was very glad to see her come through again in this journey. She has a very high energy field and she requires a high energy vibration, in order to meet with her. I feel my connection with her has now strengthened and I am keenly interested in learning more from her.

Mongolian Steppe Storm by Ruben D. Mascaro

I am the Eternal Beating Heart

In a recent dream, I found myself facilitating a class where I was walking around the outside the circle of people gathered there. I held my hands up in the air and listened deeply, both inwardly and outwardly, to the vibrating sound of the Eternal Beating Heart. I was reaching out with my own heartbeat to feel the rhythm of the eternal beating heart. When I felt in synch with the sound and the beat, I then transferred it through my hands onto the shoulders of the person standing directly before me and said aloud, “I am the Eternal Beating Heart.” Each person in the class continued this affirmation and wave synchronization until it had flowed through each one of us and we were ready to proceed with the deeper work we had come there to explore together.

It is good to remember that we are all connected to this primal rhythm, and that we can be conduits to connect others to it and as well as ourselves when we are in the midst of the illusion of separation. Breath and Heartbeat, this is the rhythm of life and something we don’t have to try to do, only remember to become the eternal beating heart. Expanding the field of the heart in synch with the Universal healing energy of the Eternal Beating Heart opens a space for the sacred to dwell. It is here in sacred protected spaces, where the multiverse that dwells within can be explored. Opening the heart to universal heart centered mindfulness is desired to synchronize the energy in the environment. The energy field creates as a way toward harmony in relations with others and the ability to come from a place of empathy, compassion, wisdom and love. The torsion field of energy is theorized to be the model for how the energy of the universe works, and it is also the same configuration the field of our energy takes when it is heart centered.

While that configuration is not what I saw in my dream, it was something felt from deep within the universe, a wave reaching out in continuous rhythm. I was connecting with perhaps, this truth in my dream, which allowed me to experience the deeper heart of the universe existing within each of us. When we feel separated, we can always return to that deep rhythm. We can synchronize our hearts to this primal wave of love that connects all of creation. The Eternal Beating Heart of the Universe!

I invite you to share in creating heart centered sacred space at an upcoming free introductory class coming up;

Sunday, March 30th 2-3:30 – Peace Moves – Conflict Transformation with Conscious Movement.

The Well of Human Kind – A Place of Remembering and Healing – Part 2

The Pool of Bethesda – A Place of Remembering and Healing

In dream archeology, we are called to dig deeper into our dreams, and into the earth itself, where layers of past cultures lay asleep and dreaming of our awakening. In my dreaming of the Well of Human Kind, I determined the healing pool with troubled waters by the light of angels, could in fact be the place known as the Pool of Bethesda located in Jerusalem. In my research of this sacred place, I discovered it was indeed a crossroads of many layers of cultures who have used these healing pools. Many interesting correlates exist with elements of my dream and the different cultures that came to rest there.

Troubling the Waters is associated with the Jewish perspective of intervening angelic powers of healing, as was reflected in my dream previously shared in Part One of of the Well of Human Kind. Troubling the Waters is also spoken of in the bible and the pools of Bethesda are one of the locations where Jesus is reported to have performed healing miracles. The tradition of healing goes even further into the Greek and Roman Ancient traditions of Asclepians, as the healing pools were known, as well as a temple devoted to the Greek God of Healing, Asclepius and also the Greco-Egyptian God – Serapis. This cross cultural pool of humanity is indeed the Pool of Human Kind. It was later during the Byzantine era changed toward Christian leanings, and then during the reign of the Ottoman Empire held Islamic influence where the pools are still held today in the Muslim part of Jerusalem. The Ottoman Empire gave away a part of the pools to the French Anglican Church where St. Anne Cathedral was constructed, next to the location believed to be the grotto and birthing room where the Virgin Mary was born to her Mother Anne. It is interesting to note how this relates to my dream, in that I was flown by angels to meet a woman named Anne Light, who claimed to have adopted me at age 13, and was in effect my spiritual Mother. If these correlations are followed through the dream with the ancient bees as guide along with the angelic light, it would in fact take me to the place of the goddess, and into the ancient virgin cult of the goddess. This tradition is embodied in Anne and onto her daughter Mary, but it was a much older tradition connected to the lineage of the ancient goddess.

This connection to St. Anne and the Birthing Room of the Virgin Mary brings me to another dream which I had this past December 12, the feast day of the Santa Maria de Virgin De Guadalupe.

Birthing Room of the Virgin Mary – Dec. 12, 2013
Last night I dreamt of seeing the Virgin Mary. She was showing me her birthing room, that was a small space carved out of 3 earthen walls, with the fourth wall absent and open to the waters of the grotto. She was preparing to birth the child she was carrying, whom she had just conceived. She also told me she would give birth to 4 children and would be staying here in the birthing room until she had conceived and given birth to all 4 children.

I feel deep gratitude for my connection to the Goddess, in all her forms and her guidance in dreams and waking life, guiding toward healing, protection and birthing new life.

The Well of Humankind – Part 1

Today I attended a lecture with Dr. Rick Halperin, director of the SMU Embrey Human Rights Program, who recently returned from his trip from Israel and Palestine. He gave us a report on the human rights abuses that exist on both sides of the divide and gave voice to the most marginalized populations in Israel. Refugees from Eritrea and Sudan, the Gay and Lesbian community, the nomadic Bedouin people of Israel and Muslim Israeli citizens are some of the most marginalized communities in Israel and everywhere he went in speaking with people, the question was put to him, “Who thinks about us?” He also visited the West Bank of Palestine, in the city of Hebron where the ratio of Jews to Palestinians is 600 to 60,000, but the Israelis have swimming pools and the Palestinians have rationed water. This is the most gentile of depictions of the imbalance of power in the occupied territories, which one could distinctly draw clear comparisons to the Apartheid in South Africa. The most serious of human rights abuses exists in Gaza, which has become an open air prison for close to 1 million people, where no one can leave and no one, not even human rights advocates, have access to see the condition of the people in Gaza. Dr. Halperin made clear that human rights abuses exist on both sides of the fence. My impression from his report is, the only side he is on, is the side of human rights. He has scheduled a return trip there in August, and invites those interested in going to contact him at the Embrey Human Rights Program.

Perhaps a path of healing this conflict, is about remembering our humanity by honoring our history and our stories. Along those lines, I would like to share a dream I had a couple of years ago. I share this in hopes of helping to remember a time when the people who both claim Abraham as their ancestor, lived in peace for over 1400 years. That time will come again, that time is now.

The Well of Humankind

I find myself at a barren landscape in the dessert at a large well.

It is an ancient place. I hear a voice tell me, “you have come to the Well of Humankind, place your gaze upon it and see what you will.”

I see a scene of an Muslim man and Jewish man, who use the well together
peacefully, sharing its resources.

I then see angelic beings of light, connecting with many places on the
surface of the water.

I connect with one of the drops of golden light upon the water with my intention, and I am
taken into a previous dream.

This is the dream where I found myself back inside of while looking on the surface of the *Well of Humankind.*

Golden Beeings
I am in a space where there are bees and honey and bears, and I am wanting
honey. Honey is good for me. I am about to get some honey to eat some, when I am
suddenly being taken up to fly into the sky by these light beings. They are
made of glowing light and they shine like the sun. I am trying to hold on to
my friend’s hand who is also flying with me. My friend takes off first and then
then I am picked up and fly off second. I can’t hold on to his hand. When we
land we are in a space of many other people, and there I am told that I was
adopted when I was 13 years old, by a woman named Anne Light. I see her and
meet her and say hello, I am surprised by this information and cannot
imagine how I could have been adopted by someone I have never met.
EOD

These dreams speak to me of the need for angelic intervention and healing. In my dream of The Well of Humankind, I am asked to look upon the surface of the healing waters and see what I may. What I saw was peace, and the angelic light which can trouble the waters to bring about healing, to a place where cousins have forgotten their connections to one another. I determined to research, if in fact an actual place may exist with a history of healing waters shared by different cultures. I discovered the healing waters of Bethesda, located in the Muslim section of Jerusalem was just such a place.

I will post my continued findings in my next post, The Well of Humankind – Part 2 – A place of remembering and healing.

the-pool-of-bethesda-robert-bateman — The Pool of Bethesda by Robert Bateman

Magic Books in Dreams

by Valley Reed

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

Book of the Ancestors – June 2001

“Earth, Air, Fire, Water,

Shower these upon my daughter

Give her power,

Give her strength,

Bring her everything she needs.”

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

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

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

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

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

Goddess of the Underworld

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

The Fruit of the Pomegranate Tree

Oh Persephone!

You came in my dream

and showed me,

The pomegranate seed.

You said,

“If you never open the pomegranate,

you can never plant the seed,

And the tree will never grow.”

Well, you opened that fruit,

and planted that seed.

The tree grew tall and strong,

fully grown, before my eyes,

like magic.

You opened me,

as you did the fruit.

You planted that seed inside.

I have grown worthy

of becoming a tree.

I have much to offer,

from the land of the dead.

The seed of the goddess

is planted in the deep, dark earth.

I reach up toward the light,

as my branches stretch,

strong, tall and beautiful.

I can hold the weight,

of the abundant,

juicy, fruit of the ages.

Ready to be picked,

and broken open to feed the soul.

I can lead others

into the dark,

into the mystery of becoming,

where the richest fruit,

and most magical trees grow.

by Valley Reed

Dreaming on the Other Side

By Valley Reed

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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