Awaken the Sacred Dream

The Lot of Oneiroi

The Spirit of the Place

June, 8th 2024

On a recent flight to the Netherlands to attend the IASD annual dream conference, I caught a couple hours of sleep before landing in Amsterdam. I found myself in a lucid dream and flew out the airplane window, and over the clouds to see the shore emerge below. There at the Atlantic shore near Amsterdam, was a blue vortex of energy, and within it I saw Lucid Dream Teacher Ryan Hurd. He was tossing energy up into the sky as a kind of beacon, to make sure dreamers could locate him, and know where to go in the dreamsphere. I decided this looks like fun, and I joined him in the light blue energy vortex, I said, I wanna play!

I tossed the energy up as blue ribbons of energy arched in the sky. They reminded me of aurora borealis. I was surprised to see Ryan in my dreams, as he had never appeared previously, and I have not studied with him, nor do I know him very well.

When I actually arrived at my destination for the International Association for the Study of Dreams conference at Rolduc Abbey in Kerkrade, Netherlands, my first encounter was with a Jackdaw perched in an arched window. I enjoyed our interaction as we spoke to one another and he was rather chatty with me. I acknowledged this interaction as engaging with the spirit of the place. I took a photo as a fond memory, and to my surprise, I found the appearance of the light blue energy streaming like a ribbon across the photo. A synchronicity that resonates with my lucid dream of the energy vortex.

Spirit of the Place; Rolduc Abbey in Kerkrade, Netherlands
Photo Credit: Valley Reed

I then found my way to my room and looked out the window to see the chapel steeple in full view with a clattering of jackdaws flying the winds. I woke to their Raven like cooing voices each morning.

Oneiroi Circling Rolduc Abbey Chapel
Photo Credit: Valley Reed

During the conference a favorite presentation was on Astrology and Dreams by A.K. Katok. He shared about the three fates of the Greek Moirai, and the Goddess Ananke or Necessity. He talked about how our Lots in life are shown on our astrology chart in how we were born into this life. He began to focus not only on the Lot of the Damion, but also the lesser known Lot of Dreams. The presentation pulled my string of curiosity for sure. I spent the evening doing further research into the Lot of Dreams, the Lot of Destiny, and the lot of the Daimon. I decided to incubate a dream to be shown the Lot of Dreams. I had the following dream.

The Lot of Dreams

I see a staircase with black and white tile, and hand rail with arabesque designs swirling upwards. The staircase resembles those found at the Abbey. I see an otherworldly figure on the staircase, walking up the stairs.

She is dark with a green patina, a statue come to life. She is small in stature, half the size of a stair step. She is very pregnant, and with a hand held under her belly, she supports her baby in her womb. The other hand is on the staircase railing as she climbs each step with great effort and determination. She knows she will get there, she has no other choice, she has a baby coming soon. She stops to rest and looks over at me. She sees me, and I see her. I am seen by her round white eyes, that look so familiar.

I woke from the dream and attempted to paint the image I saw for my Lot of Dreams. Her round white eyes, and her pregnant belly, the black and white tile, her small stature and the green patina as remnants of the past, stood out for me. I was curious about her eyes and how they looked at me.

Lot of Oneiroi, 2024 Rolduc Abbey
Watercolor painting by Valley Reed

I finally understood where those eyes had seen me before. I recalled the Jackdaw encounter I had when greeting the spirit of the place. The eyes are the same, and in reflecting on my painting, I notice her skirt resembles a bird wing or tail. Her green black hue resembles the hidden colors of the jackdaw, and even the shape of her head is similar, and her small height is more birdlike too. This magical otherworldly creature that is the Lot of Dreams, carries the stories of old as a statue would, and is both human and bird like. According to Homer, the Oneiroi were described as a flock of dark winged spirits of dreams. The Oneiroi passed through two gates, one made of Horn as the place of prophetic or true dreams, the second made of Ivory as the gateway of illusion or false dreams.

The mystery continues to unfold, as I had scheduled time with A.K. to go over my chart and discuss the Lot of Dreams and the Lot of the Daimon.

During the course of our meeting, I discovered an error in my chart, and while we went over the chart that was incorrect, I began to feel ill, like I was sinking, or drowning and there was no way out. It was then I noticed the mistake and once my chart was corrected, I felt the return of my strength and stability immediately. I wondered what was going on with this story I had been studying that was not my birth chart.

I recalled another story, where my mother had a twin in her womb with me who did not survive. In waking life, this was possible since my mother was given what was called twilight sleep to relieve the pain of childbirth. The medicine she was given means she was unconscious when she gave birth.

The twilight sleep I know however, is a lucid dreaming state. It so happens, the story of the twin had come to me by a lucid dreamer, known as PasQual, who I had never met previously, She is located in the Netherlands, and I in Texas, and were connected through a mutual friend who had emailed the dream.

We ended up collaborating on a presentation called “Stranger Dreaming” at an online IASD Psiberdreaming Conference in 2019. Around the same time the dream was initially shared, within days, echoes of this story had emerged in my waking life, where on two separate occasions, twin stories emerged. One of a twin carried in the womb of her mother who did not know she was having twins. The other was of a twin, who after the death of her mother, she found out the horror of her mother being held in a WWII concentration camp, and was made to incinerate infants.

Now that I am here in the Netherlands and exploring the Lot of Dreams, the story of the womb twin has resurfaced again, and may be showing up as two birth charts.

The story of the Goddess Nyx has also come through in connection with the figure dreamed for the Lot of Oneiroi. Nyx is the Goddess of Night, is a primordial Greek Goddess who created the Earth, the Sky and Sea from her cosmic egg. She is one of the first deities to exist. She is described as a black robed Goddess who lives at the ends of the Earth and drives through the sky in her chariot pulled by horses.

She is the mother of Moros (doom), Ker (destruction) Thanatos (death) Hypnos (sleep) Oneiroi (dreams), Momus (blame), Oizys (pain, distress), Hesperides (nymphs of evening), the Moirai (fates), Nemesis (retribution), Apate (deceit), Philotes (Love), Geras (old age), and Eris (Strife). She is mentioned as the mother of Hecate who delivers prophecies from the adyton, which can be an innermost temple, or cave.

Nyx as the mother of both fate, and dreams, seems a fitting image of how we may see the Lot of Dreams, through the Mother. In my case, the story of my own mother emerged, a story hidden from view that contains many other elements such as Thanatos, Oizys, Moirai, Apate, Hypnos, Eris, and Pilotes.

Soul Song

I have felt some crushing disappointments and loss in my life lately, and noticed, I could no longer find my joy, or allow myself to feel it. I recognized this as a sign of soul loss.

Today, I was at my new office space that holds so much beauty and healing energy to support my healing arts practice. When I arrived, I noticed the elevators were not working, then once inside, I noticed the electricity was off in the entire building, and most had gone home unable to work on a Friday. I even had to use my cell phone as a flashlight in the bathroom where it was pitch dark!

I contemplated what to do, and chose to create a sacred space just for me to drum and call my soul back home through my heartfelt song. I sang and let the words flow out of me as I drummed, and felt the joy of the sweet sound of my soul song, calling my Soul back home.

I sang and drummed until I felt the joy return to my heart.

When I finished, I looked out the window where a tall juniper tree stood, and perched on a branch was a beautiful goldfinch looking right at me. It sat there for quite some time, as if waiting for me to sing some more. When I tried for a photo it flew off, but I was left with the knowing that my song had been answered and my joy returned in the presence of the goldfinch.

I researched to learn more about the goldfinch, and found it is indeed connected with joy, and the soul, and singing. What a beautiful blessing I had been given by remembering to collaborate with my soul, and invite more joy and soul energy back into my life, and call the soul back home with my song.

I will be offering a Soul Return Retreat this Summer on over the Celtic Cross Quarter turn of the wheel for the first harvest festival of Lughnasadh. Save the date on Fri-Sat. August 2nd – 3rd. A time to call the soul back home, and harvest our soul gifts.

Womb Dreaming

The amniotic sac that surrounds the fetus is a protective boundary that holds the amniotic fluid. A watery dream realm within the uterus. When the fetus is born through the birth canal and has a face covered by the veil of the amniotic sac, it is considered to be a child protected and connected to the otherworld. One who sees with second sight beyond the veil, destined to be a healer, oracle, and seer.

When we dream from the womb, we are able to see into our matrifocal lineages, and reclaim the powers of the deep feminine. Dreaming from the womb is a portal into the past, the present, and the future, like the wisdom of the three fates who guard the cauldron at the roots of the tree of life. The womb is the cauldron of life, and when we are born, the first thread is cut from the umbilical cord between mother and child. We go from being a watery creature who breathes under water, to an Earth-side creature who breaths the air.

The Selkie

The story of a Selkie Woman is known in Ireland and Scotland, and it talks of a female Seal, able to shift from a Seal under the sea, to a Woman on land. She does this by removing her seal skin, or cowl, and she becomes land bound. If someone steals her seal skin, she cannot return to her watery home below the waves.

As the story goes, a man finds her seal skin and uses this power to demand she marry him. He hides away her powers and she loses a part of herself to become his wife. She bares children with him who have webbed toes and fingers. She cannot lose who she is completely. After staying with him for 7 years, she discovers the hiding place of her Seal skin. She immediately kisses her children goodbye, and takes her leave. Her soul longing takes her back to the sea, where she puts on her true skin. She dives under the waves once again and is gone. She has returned to her natural state, and no longer a hostage to the ways of Man who would try to own her. She morns the loss of her Earthbound children, but is reunited with her own soul, and her Seal family under the sea.

The gift of the Selkie is the ability to live in multiple worlds, and to see beyond what others may see or accept. The lesson of the Selkie is not to allow anyone to hold you hostage for their own selfish benefit, and hiding your power away in order to do so. Reclaiming the wisdom of the womb powers and returning to our soul gifts is the longing of the soul heard in the sounds of the waves, and call of the sea. She Dreams inside the Womb of the Mother, held by the Earth Mother. This ocean of dreams is a watery womb, and her true home.

Songs of Creation and Dream Travel

I noticed a dream traveler standing outside my window inviting me to join him in the dream. I did not hesitate, I was not afraid. I knew intuitively this invite was safe and exactly where I needed to be. I laid down immediately and the second my eyes closed, I was dreaming.

Discovering the Dreamtime is a path to encounter ancient dream ways of creation. The Dreamtime is a place beyond time, where the physical world gets dreamed into being. A collective dream in collaboration with the ancient being of the Earth and creation herself. It is a place one may access in dreams if you know the right song, or dance the right dance, know the right story or dream the right dream. The aborigine people of Australia, are among those most ancient of first peoples on the Earth. They have dreaming ceremonies held in secret, as they must protect their world and access to the Dreamtime.

“They wrapped the whole world in a web of song; and at last, when the Earth was sung, they felt tired. Again in their limbs they felt the frozen immobility of Ages. Some sank into the ground where they stood. Some crawled into caves. Some crept away to their ‘Eternal Homes’, to the ancestral waterholes that bore them. All of them went ‘back in’.”
The Songlines, by Bruce Chadwick

My invitation to the Dreamtime came one night as I was preparing for bed. My bedroom lights were off. I was sitting up in bed about to lay down. Suddenly, I saw a stream of Purple Lightning across the dark. I noticed a dream traveler standing outside my window inviting me to join him in the dream. I did not hesitate, I was not afraid. I knew intuitively this invite was safe and exactly where I needed to be. I laid down immediately and the second my eyes closed, I was dreaming.

The dream traveler had taken me to another location, in the Australian Outback. There were big red boulders around the small group gathered around a small fire. I stood among them wondering why I had been brought here. The dream traveler said, “ You have been brought here as Mother, and witness for your daughter. She is receiving a spiritual naming ceremony.”

My daughter at the time was 4 years old. She was gifted several handmade tokens that hold the energy of her gifts, and then given her spiritual name. I was not privy to her spiritual name, as that must be held in secret, especially because there are those, who if known, would try to use it against her.

Then after it was complete, I found myself back in my bed. It somehow made sense to me that my daughter would have such an auspicious naming ceremony. She after all, had come to me in a dream before I was pregnant with her. She asked permission to be born through me, and then told me her name. She also had an unusual entry into the world when she was born. She was turned breech in the womb as her due date approached. I wanted a natural birth and was trying all kinds of tricks and remedies to get her to turn, to no avail. When nothing else worked, I finally sought answers in my dreams.

I set a dream intention for my daughter to turn, and immediately upon entering a liminal dream state, I see an ancient Asian Crone Healer standing bedside. She puts her hands on my womb and each time she places them, they light up. She creates a path of light for my daughter to come into the world. I feel her turn in my womb. The Crone turns to speak before leaving, she says, “One more thing you should know. Your daughter is a Faery Queen.” The Crone departed, as I tried to ask her, “Does that come with a Manuel?” No response.

When I was about 6 months pregnant with my daughter I went with my sister to see a cultural performance of Aboriginal Dancers at UT Austin. They had never made public before their Dreamtime ceremonies held in secret. They played their instruments, sang their sacred songs and danced their dances and told their stories. My daughter all the while dreaming in my womb, of the world she would soon join when she became Earthside.

I feel confident she dreamed her way along those songlines in the womb, and met one of those dream travelers who would later bestow her spiritual name when she was old enough. That same dream traveler who knew how to find me riding along a song line of purple lightning for me to ride along when I would accompany him into the Dreamtime for my daughter’s spiritual naming ceremony.

Green Man and the Vernal Equinox

March 19th, 2024 is the Vernal Equinox in Aries, when the astrological wheel takes a new turn. Moving towards the Full Moon in Virgo on March 24th, we see that our seeds of intentions planted in a Pisces new moon, are coming to the surface.

A beautiful dream seed came through for me around the New Moon, after I made plans to travel to the Netherlands this Summer, around the time of the Summer Solstice, where I will be teaching a workshop on Dreaming an Ancient Future. A call for Dream related artwork is still open until April 15th.

It is significant to me that the Green Man, has showed up in dreaming as I make plans to attend the conference. The first time Green Man appeared to me was in 2008, as I was scheduled to attend the IASD conference in Montreal, Canada and was Chairing a panel on Dreaming Across Borders where I presented on “The Call of Quetzalcoatl and Dancing with the Moon”.

I had a big dream about preparing the way for my Father’s death, and was shown how to make sacred offerings to the ancestors. I traveled to the Pyramid of the Sun, the temple of Quetzalcoatl, and the Jaguar Palace at Teotihuacan, Mexico to make prayers and sacred offerings on behalf of my father, who was dying of Cancer. During the trip. I was invited by a Toltec Medicine Man and Keeper of the staff of Quetzalcoatl, to join in the traditional annual Aztec Moon dance in Mexico City.

The Green Man – 2008

In my dream, the Green Man appeared as a Man in the shape of a tree, this primordial male wildness, is something I had never before encountered, and I was afraid. I was in the pool when I saw him, and I pretended to be moonlight shining on the water so that he would not notice me. He walked right over to me and said, I am your teacher. He offered me his hand to help me out of the water.

A year later, as I prepared to present a workshop on “Dream Wayfinding” at the 2009 IASD conference in Chicago, Illinois called Listening to the Earth Dreaming. I had another dream with the Green Man picking up where I had left off.

The Green Man and the Moon Goddess – 2009

The Green Man offers me his hand and pulls me out of the water. I emerge naked covered in silvery Moonlight. I am a Moon Goddess. He offers me his sturdy back, and I climb on, and together we fly to the Moon. I am reminded of Witches on Broomsticks.

Now I am excited to get my plans in order to travel to the Netherlands this Summer to present a workshop on “Dreaming an Ancient Future” at the International Association for the Study of Dreams annual conference at the Rulduc Abbey in Kerkrade.

I took a nap after arranging my flights, and I had this lucid dream.

Green Man Ancestor 2024
I am in the twilight zone between waking and sleeping where one can easily slip into a lucid dream. I see a man with grey bushy hair, who is talking to me and I notice he takes two red candles and places them side by side on a wall shelf, and lights them both. I walk further into the space where I see an antique rug and furniture. I am standing near a green couch and I notice an ancestral spirit is sittting on the end of the couch next to me. I can see him out of my peripheral vision and realize his rather large size and tremendous presence. I can only see his feet and legs because he is so large, I also realize he is wearing green pants and shoes. I stand still to see what I can learn. I can hear a man’s voice but I am not sure if it is the man who performed the candle ritual, or this giant green man ancestor I am hearing. I am lucid in the dream, able to stay with the dream easily, and feel that I have entered a conscious dream in another time and place, that could be the Rulduc Abbey in the Netherlands where I will be staying, and is said to be haunted. It seems the ancestors are already opening the way for my arrival this Summer. My workshop, “Dreaming an Ancient Future” is on Tuesday, June 11th from 2:00 – 3:30, so mark your program.

Anyone interested in attending the IASD annual conference taking place this year in the Netherlands, can find out more information here. https://iasdconferences.org/2024/

Now, here I am yet again, dreaming of the Green Man, as I prepare to present at another dream conference on Dreaming an Ancient Future. This feels like an important time for the Green Man to appear yet again, as my workshop will dream into embodied ancestral wisdom, to help us remember how to collaborate with our ancestors and more than human relatives like the Green Man.

The Earth and the Moon also ancestors collaborating to dream us into being, and we each have a unique role to play. Our ancestors did their part in unfolding this dream through their own Earth Journey, in tuned with the ancient Wisdom of the Moon.

Like the Monarch Butterfly whose migration sometimes takes 3 generations to complete, our ancestral Legacy is embodied in our DNA, and carried forth in ancestral dreams that are multigenerational. They are here to assist us in Dreaming an Ancient Future.

Sacred Grove near Rolduc, in the Valley of the Vrouwezijp.

Kairos and Metanoia

Girolamo Da Carpi, Opportunity and Remorse, 1541

In the Ancient Greek world, the God Kairos is known as the opportune moment, and can be evoked when making a decision or taking impeccable action. Kairos also encompasses the scope of the times in which we live, and can involve the opportune moment for collective change when Metanoia is invited into the picture.

The God of Opportunity is known to consort with Metanoia, a Goddess of missed opportunity, or regret. She is a shadowy figure who may come in the form of Maiden or Hag, and her presence causes reflection on the past, and transformation towards a change of heart for the future. Metanoia means beyond mind, she is a liminal goddess who brings us in touch with inner worlds of self reflection and mind expansion.

Dreams give us entry into liminal spaces on the cusp of consciousness. A place between waking and sleeping, the twilight between day and night, or waking moments on the horizon of what slips away, and what is dawning. These in between moments are when we may enter lucidity, or recall dreams below the threshold of consciousness.

Our dream journal is a place where we can experience both Kairos and Metanoia, through mind expansion of time arc potentials. We may encounter the wheel of life with its opportunities or misfortunes along our path, and dreams can assist us in choosing to meet the moments of our life with clearer discernment. Metanoia can also hold regrets on what we may see as not our best moment. Reflections from our past, when we were unable to act with honor, or courage of heart. Dreams can help us reframe our past, so that we are able to reorient in alignment with future opportunities and personal growth.

In collaborative dreaming, we can embrace the past, and partner with potential futures. Dreams may inspire connection and creation in deeply meaningful ways. You may discover paths of awakening taking you into the heart of healing, and learn to act from a place of more integrity by cutting away what clouds your authenticity and discernment.

A collaboration with transpersonal dreaming and archetypal meaning, where the personal intersects with synchronicity, and psychic glimpses are interwoven within a mystical web of dreams. Here we may enter mutual dreams with each other inside a web of collective unconscious. A holistic and multidimensional awareness as part of a community of beings with our more than human relatives.

When we enter dreams each night, we can approach it in a sacred way, and incubate an intention for entering a threshold of what is slipping away and what is coming to pass. A crossroads where we may come into contact with cosmic design such as the event horizon of a black hole, or become a blazing comet. We may descend into the deepest darkest depths at the bottom of the ocean, or enter the creative matrix of galaxies being born. We can align with the sentient nature of Earth, Sun, Moon or Stars.

We may dream travel through time and space to commune with sacred sites and ancient ancestors, or become an ancestor to future generations. In dreams, we may discover guardians in the form of angelic beings, spiritual guides and teachers, fairy folk, animal spirits, elemental beings, spirits of the land, muses of genius, or Gods and Goddesses. What we are calling forth into our lives, is also seeking us. A willing collaboration in dreaming with deeper realities beyond what is known, and entering thresholds of greater understanding. Dreaming is where we can meet the moments of our lives in collaboration with Kairos and Metanoia.

Meeting Death and Reclaiming Timelines

The threads of our lives are held by a web that connects us all, woven through dreams, stories, soul memory, breath, and bone. Held in a place we have never been, yet feel a sense of belonging, or encountered in Deja vu. Heard in tacit wisdom that comes through the mouth from a deeper place within us, yet unknown to us until spoken aloud. Glimpsed in the heart when we meet a soul friend, or lover, and have infinite love and knowing of the soul before us. Felt in the gut of intuition, and telepathic flashes of information. We know more than we know. Our Dream double roams multidimensional reality, until being tucked back into the physical body upon waking. However, stories of the Dream Double are also said to appear as a precursor to one’s death.

In waking reality, most have agreed to let the intellect and personality take over for a ride on this Karmic wheel of life, where many have constructed realities without benefit of our dreams or soul wisdom. Hierarchy is the popular Spiritual design in this worldview based on power and control. A design that is crumbling and Empires are dissolving. Consensual waking reality is based on the power of the rational intellect, at the expense of the creative compassionate wisdom of the Soul as found in dreams.

We may have more than one soul, and exist in many worlds. Dreams come and go, as does the soul, when we enter the realm of sleep every night. We collaborate with our parallel selves who exist on other timelines unfolding from other choices made at different crossroads in life. When these timelines are near in dreaming, we can merge with our lived experiences to benefit from lessons learned and life mastery.

The Night King 2020

I am driving in my old neighborhood and stop to get gas on my way home. I arrive at my home, and walk into the sunroom overlooking the creekside back yard. I see a mysterious blue light moving from the creek up the path towards my house. The presence draws near enough to see before me, is the Night King (as seen in the Game of Thrones on HBO). I ask, “Who are you and why are you here?” He responds, “I am your death.” I am shocked, and look around searching for answers. I see another version of myself standing next to me. She is a mother and career woman who is pragmatic, healthy, and successful. She devotes all of her energy to her family and career, but she has little knowledge of her soul, or dreams, or mysteries, or magic. She has physical, financial, and mental energy to spare. I on the other hand have followed the path of soul, dreams, mysticism, but my financial fortune, health and mental energies, have been swallowed up in a world that does not value these realities. My parallel self and I make an exchange of energies to increase the supply of life vibrancy and soul purpose. The Night King is satisfied by this exchange of energy that has extended the life contract for us both.

This dream came in 2020 during the pandemic, when I was struggling physically, financially, mentally, and emotionally. Afterwards, I felt my physical, mental, and emotional resources restored. I was recruited to work for a community college in South Texas in the Rio Grande Valley, and found a new career as a grant writer that has secured my financial future. I had sold my home in 2014, where I raised my children, and this dream visit to my prior home helped to bring closure and reoriented me to the importance of self care and strengthening my life. I had stepped onto a new timeline.

The pandemic was a time when many were faced with life or death challenges, and lost loved ones. Many lost jobs and businesses, and had to remake themselves and their livelihoods. In 2021, the housing crisis began, and prices continue to rise as the lack of affordable housing declines. Destiny may call for us to dream into new time lines, and recover resources from parallel selves as we navigate these times of great change. We face big threats of climate disasters, gun massacres, genocide, war, and authoritarian sociopolitical movements based on hatred and global power. Collaborative Dreaming includes meeting our own death, and reclaiming our destiny, in connection with our embodied multidimensional wisdom.

Embodied Dreaming

Artist: Orphné Achéron
Title: Forgotten Lands

Psychic Colonization 12/1/23

“In my dream, I was discussing with a group of people, how we have been colonized to ignore our psychic impulses, and intuitive connections which have been cultivated over generations.”

The modern world centers the rational mind and materialism, and has no use for dreams, psychic awareness, intuition, or the imagination, and deems them “not real” or meaningless.

Previously, our ancestors however, knew the importance of dreams as sources of psychic information to be able to prepare for what is coming, and thrive. They understood the importance of sharing dreams as part of their holistic view of life, and they accepted visitations of departed loved ones in dreams as a way of staying connected, and gaining guidance from a broader view.

This wisdom is rooted in the body, and the lived experience of generations before us has been passed on through epigenetics. We each hold the capacity to feel messages coming through the intuition, and our dreams hold our desire to connect, and share in a deeply meaningful way.

Our creative mind and our capacity to imagine a future, and our connection to the past and the Wisdom of the Ancestors, are the remedy for the dystopian world that surrounds us daily.

Taken together, these ancestral gifts of intuition, imagination, dreaming, and psychic awareness, bring us in concert with our ability to collaborate in creating an ancient future.

Butterfly DNA

Butterfly DNA 🦋 12/23/23

I was splicing the DNA sequence of butterflies, repairing a weak sequence, and sewing it back together with a stronger sequence.

I saw the overall DNA sequence as a fabric folded over and over and over again. A material that appeared like a dense window screen.

In the dna sequence repair, I cut the weak link with my Mother’s Sewing scissors. It was then a hyper focused look, that appeared like editing a sound recording, and mixing it together with the preferred experience.

I was aware that this process was about healing ancestral DNA, and the generational migration of the embodied soul path being supported in a stronger way.

Dream Note – Butterflies are significant in many cultures to be connected with Ancestors, Soul, Psyche, Migration, Transformation, and Healing.

Dream Collaboration – Repairing Ancestral DNA with the tools of the Motherline, to sew together a stronger sequence, that is done through sound editing and healing.

Rainbow Woman and Dragonfly

On a recent trip to the land of enchantment in New Mexico with my beloved, we were tracking Dragonflies and Rainbows, or they were tracking me. We popped into the Tranquil Buzz in Silver City for an excellent local spot for coffee, and found it to be a love vortex of caffeine heaven.

We dropped a love note to the world, and went for a hike on Dragonfly Trail where we are tracking the magic of ancient dragonfly petroglyphs on a 5 mile hike.

Dragonfly Petroglyph on the Dragonfly trail

Vibrant Rainbows appeared as we drove from a massive storm front and the Sun shown and the sky cleared. Like Dragonflies seeking sun and water, we were headed to the springs in Truth of Consequences.

On our return from our trip, I began having difficulty with my left eye, seeing a shimmery rainbow streaming out of it. I went to get my eyes checked at the optomologist, and was told my eyes are both healthy, thankfully, but that I had experienced an ocular migraine. I began to think of Odin and his sacrifice of an eye to gain the gift of Wisdom and the sight of a seer. I wondered if it was an “Oracular” Migraine I had instead! We made friends with these two Ravens while in New Mexico.

Muninn (Memory) and Huginn (Thought)
Odin’s Ravens

It turns out, as synchronicity would have it, I am leading a monthly Women’s group online for Lady of Beasts on Friday, January 12th 7-9 CST in collaboration with Ix Chel (Rainbow Woman) and Dragonfly.

The story goes that the Mayan Goddess Ix Chel, whose name means Lady of Rainbows, she had died, and a flight of dragonflies came to sing over her for 183 days to return her to life. She returns to her luminous self and her rightful place as a Moon Goddess in the temple of night. She holds the mysteries of trusting and letting go into darkness, and the wholeness of becoming lunar light. She knows of birth, death and rebirth, and understands the flux and flow of the cycles of change.

The mysteries of light, the flight of dragonflies, the wisdom of the Goddess, and the rebirth of the light is a blessing as we enter the cold of Winter. We must recall that it is also a time of rebirth and awakening seeds, a quickening of what is ready to grow forth into the world, a time to dream with the moon and the stars and the rainbow goddess and sing with the dragonflies to bring ourselves back to life.

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