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.

Snow White and Rose Red by Andrew Lang
Snow White and Rose Red by Andrew Lang

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.

By Valley Reed © 2014


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 ©


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