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.
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
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.
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;
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.
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.
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.
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 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.
I see an image of and ancient stone gateway, with statues of guardians on either side of the gateway. The guardians have female heads and breasts and the body of a lion. I swing through the lion’s gateway of the Goddess and find myself at a dream teacher retreat. EOD
The Lion’s Gate in Greece
I did feel as though my dreams literally brought me to the dream teacher training in July of 2013 to complete the final level of the training. It was as if I was brought by some greater force than my own. I was not planning to attend, thinking there would not be enough resources for me to take that trip this time. Somehow upon sharing some of my dreams in the weeks leading up to the training, my partner insisted that I go. “You have to go,” he said. It became clear that my dreams were pointing my way there, and so I arrived at the training as though swinging through the gateway of the goddess.
Not long after, returning home from the training, it became clear to me that it was time for me to leave Dallas and move to New Mexico. In the weeks leading up to making my move here to the Garden of the Goddess in Cerrillos, New Mexico, I had a several other goddess dreams that once again had the effect of propelling my life forward.
Greek Sphinx
8-1-13
Becoming the Lion’s Gate Guardian of the Goddess
I am a woman with very large breasts like those of a nursing mother. I am standing by the gateway of the Lioness gate. The guardian is a woman sphinx with the head and bust of a woman and the body of a lioness. My teacher stands near the gate and tells me, “You will have to do this for yourself.”
It seemed I was learning how to become the Goddess and also a guardian of the gateway into this Ancient Wisdom of the Goddess. My role there was to be present, and also bring forth the nurturing energy, that was held in my very large breasts, which I could not conceal. EOD.
Neolithic Spanish Bee Goddess
Spanish Hexagon Bee Goddess 8-5-13
I see a woman with her hair pulled back in a Spanish styled bun. She lives in Santa Fe and she is a bee goddess from Spain. She is me. I see the hexagon energy she carries with her wherever she goes and it is connected to the greater hive of hexagons that other goddesses carry. Her power is considerable and strong, she is self assured, but loving, kind and nurturing. She is connected to the old ways and embodies them. She has a kind of fluid wisdom that exists in her every movement and gestures. The hexagon she carries in her hand, is an etheric key of interdimensional travel, and how she creates her reality. EOD
In taking these three powerful dreams of the goddess and guardians of the goddess together, with how my life has changed so dramatically over the past 2 months, and finding myself living at The Garden of the Goddess, no less, I am drawn to the fact that the power of the land, where I now live, carries an immense healing and nurturing energy. It is something that I am getting to know in my self and in my larger self. The yurt where I now hold dream circles on the full moon of each month houses a dark virgin goddess, who was brought from Indonesia. The mystery of the dark feminine and the Great Mother Goddess, the connection with Cybil and the Lioness Goddesses of Greece and Turkey, and the tradition of the ancient bee Melissae Bee Goddesses are all coming forth in this place for me. It is my hope that I will continue to dream and embody this ancient wisdom and mystery traditions of the Goddess and I feel blessed that she, in her many forms, has chosen me as worthy.
Aztec Turquoise Mosaic of Quetzalcoatl from the British Museum
Years ago, a series of dreams had been calling me to come and live in New Mexico. I finally decided to pay heed to these nightly dream callings and went to live at a retreat center called Garden of the Goddess, located on the turquoise trail on a scenic route between Santa Fe and Albuquerque. Cerrillos is the official town where I was living, which was at one time the capital of New Mexico, a thriving center of trade and turquoise mining. Cerrillos was located along a trade and pilgrimage route between Teotihuacan, Mexico and Chaco Canyon, New Mexico, where parrot feathers from Mexico and Turquoise mined from Cerrillos, New Mexico have been found in Chaco Canyon.
Turquoise became a form of monetary trade between these two spiritual power houses. Turquoise itself was believed by indigenous tribes to hold the spiritual power of the blue sky above, so it is understandable that the stone would be popular in these places of spiritual pilgrimage.
In August of 2013, when I discovered the opportunity to move to New Mexico and live on the Turquoise Trail I had this dream.
Chaco Pilgrimage
I was dreaming about the people of Chaco Canyon, seeing the immense pilgrimage that went on where people traveled to the city to take part in a harvest festival. They wore beautiful colorful clothing complete with parrot feathered headdresses. The pilgrimage came from Mexico as they walked the turquoise trail to Cerrillos and then onto Chaco Canyon where thousands of people were gathering for the festival.
I later discovered what I had dreamed into was in fact was true, my bit of dream archaeology was confirmed during a visit to the local historical museum in Cerrillos, New Mexico, which had an article about the history of the Turquoise trail.
Many of my dreams have featured the energy of the dragon or winged serpent known also as Quetzalcoatl from Mexico, and also the Gila Lizard Monster which is native to New Mexico and Arizona.
LIZARD WOMAN 12/08
I see a map of Arizona, there are rainbow colored arrows pointing from Flagstaff and Sedona southeast at an angle to a particular spot on the map and then the arrows go back up headed northeast. I can hear music playing in connection with the arrows on the map. I can also hear a woman’s voice speaking to me. She tells me it is time for you to accept your own power, it is time for you to wake up! I can see a large tree that has appeared several times in my dreams previously. I then see under the earth in the area on the Map where I was shown, there is a huge lizard that lives under the earth. It is moving and I can feel the energy of it, I can see the scales of its skin and the design of it with red and black in an intricate woven design. The energy that I am feeling and seeing in the dream suddenly is in my throat and then into my heart. I feel my rib cage expand open and it cracks loudly. I am now feeling the energy of the Lizard Woman and she is calling me to her. She says, you need to come to this land. I feel the deep coursing energy of this place in my own body in my throat and heart. I feel the energy of this lizard that has been woven together through story and song through the centuries of the people who inhabit this place. It is a place of deep healing and a place to embody power. EOD
I was deeply touched by this dream experience and felt it was a call from the land itself to come and claim my power.
She’s Got Her Feet in the Stars and Her Head in the Universe 7-28-13
My teacher is talking about my dream and says, “She’s got her feet in the stars and her head in the Universe.” I am now huge like a galaxy spread out like the Milky Way. A power begins to flow into my being that is like a dragon. I am feeling it in my whole being, and I begin to breath like a dragon, and make sounds like a dragon. I find that I have become a Giant Gila Monster, I have red and black designs across my being, and I am the beaded monster. I feel the power of this energy and tremendous healing energy within me. The vastness of my being and the incredible energy of the Gila Monster, carries an intensity and vibration in tuned with a sound and vibration that resonates through me. I become conscious in my dream and notice this as a very real experience. EOD
Upon researching the healing practices of the Gila Lizard associated with the Dine and Arapaho peoples, I found that it does indeed have to do with reading the stars and consulting the star beings, as well as high vibration healing energies that come through the hands of healing practitioners. The spirit of the Gila Lizard comes through the healers, and their hands shake as they confer the healing energies.
It was after having this dream, I knew it was time for me to go back to New Mexico. It was time for me to follow the dragon who is leading me along the Turquoise trail connected to Teotihuacan, Mexico to Cerrillos New Mexico to Chaco Canyon New Mexico. Just before moving out there I had this dream,
8-20-13 Following the Dragon
A long dream where I become conscious at one point when I am there with another woman and we are talking about the dragon underground. I become aware this dragon is under the earth in Santa Fe, and it is this energy that I am connected to that is bringing me there. I am following the dragon. EOD.
Awaken the Sacred Dream 