Many years ago, I had a dream visit from a young Elvish King, I was sound asleep and felt someone poke me in the back. I thought it was one of my children wanting to climb into bed from a scary dream, but when I opened my eyes, I saw no one. I thought it strange because I felt the poke in my back, where did it come from? I decided it must be from a dream visitor, so I looked inwardly to see if there was anyone there. I saw a shining elvish King who had poked me awake! He was incredibly beautiful with fair features and a golden crown and luminous threads of clothing adorning him. We did not exchange any words or messages, he was showing himself to me, and letting me know he was there.
I later began dreaming with my Grandfather Hans Pedersen, who is Danish. We only met once when I was a young child, but I remember his kindness. In dreaming he stood before an ancient stone, and said some words over it and beings like lightning bugs appeared flying in a circle over the top of it. The ceremony went n for what seemed like along time in the dream, and I knew I was in the company of an ancient magic, that was part of my lineage.
In a more recent visit over the Christmas Holidays in 2024, the Elvish King came into my dream following a request to assist me with a big grant project I had been toiling over that was due the next day. I incubated an intention that the grant would go through and be awarded. When I closed my eyes, I immediately saw his presence coming through an ancient tree with spirals in the roots and trunk. The tree opened and the Elvish King emerged into my dream. He stood within two pillars of blue light streaming forth on either side of him. His crown held four pillars of the same blue light. He had a long white beard and hair, and his ears were pointed as well. He was reaching out to me with this energy, and when he did, I could see behind my closed eyes the flash of blue energy that was flitting about my physical space. I opened my eyes to see a luminous blue light streaming around the airstream trailer (called the Dream Stream) where I was staying near the Dragonfly Trail in Southern New Mexico. I took this visitation as a sign that my dream request had been answered.
Dream Stream Trailer in Southern New Mexico
Today, when I woke, the first thing I read was a story about an Old Norse language called Elfdalian spoken by only 3000 people in a small providence in Sweden. I later learned that the grant had been awarded that was submitted from the Dream Stream trailer on the Dragonfly Trail, and then discovered today is National Dragonfly Day. The synchronicities and messages just keep coming to remind me of my good fortune and to honor the ancestors and more than human relatives collaborating in this world, and the otherworld. Today, I honor the Blessings of the Ancestors, and I welcome the opportunity to collaborate with them in dreaming and waking realities. I’m eternally grateful for the gifts they share!
In February 2020, about a month prior to the pandemic storm, a dear sister and healer invited me to try her newly created float tank, and knowing my connection with dreams, she was keen to have me try it to see how it might be a helpful modality for conscious dreaming. I was also keen to try it and the liminal space created by floating in salt water, providing a primal womb of dream incubation. I focused my intention in my float session on personal healing and gaining any insights that would be helpful for me at this time. I had been doing a lot of private healing sessions on individual clients, and knew the salt waters would be restorative for my energy field as well.
As I floated in the tank in a conscious dream state, that place between waking and sleeping reality, I saw images come and go, then suddenly, dropped deeper into a dream, which opened before me from the core of my being. I was now inside a conscious dreaming reality with an Oracle Goddess, who emerged from a mountain. Her face, her hands, and her breasts became visible. Her strong voice was heard inside my dream. She said, I have not been seen in a very long time. It is time for me to emerge. I tell her I had set the intention to work on personal work, and not focused on collective energies right now. It is personal! She snaps back! Alright then, I am paying attention! I then see a volcano next to her, with lava flowing down, and molten lava erupting from the top, as the face of the Goddess Pele is reflected in the fires of the Earth. I feel her powers of destruction and creation. Suddenly, I hear cows mooing and see them grazing in a peaceful green pasture, and the Blue Faced Goddess Hathor descends from the Pleiades, with her nurturing and peaceful, loving energy. Finally, I see the Three Goddesses before me, a blazing fire beneath HER feet. I am human sized, standing before them, but in the body of Kali Ma, Black Mother Earth, Treasure House of Compassion, Giver of Life to the World. I run toward the sacred fire with fierce love and compassion and lunge my ceremonial knife (truth) into the Sacred Fire (Life). The Oracle Goddess says, It is done, and it is good.
These days I am opening myself to deep dreaming as a guide through the tumultuous times we are facing. I seek guidance in this world, and the otherworld, in this time and other times, everywhere and everywhen.
People of the Land
February 13, 2025
In the Dreaming, I am on a quest to return to the old ways and people of the Land. I found a community of people living in connection with the land and the ancestors. It was through an eruption of a volcano, that the return of the ancestors came to be, and I came to know myself more than ever before. I was sacrificing myself for future generations.
I found myself in the Dreaming, where two separate realities were before me. I had a home in two different places.
I held in my hands two swords from ancient times. One was Persian, and engraved with calligraphy, the other was the shape and make of an Egyptian Khopesh Sword, first appearing in Sumer in the third century until making its way to Egypt. The sword represents power and authority held by deities such as Sekhmet. I crossed the blades slicing against the steel, and when I made contact it opened the dreams, rituals and stories held in the blades, and brought out the secrets held inside.
Zulfiqar sacred sword of the Prophet Muhammed
As the dance went on, mud was rising to the surface of the Persian blade over the carved calligraphy and the stories of the land were revealed. The memories held inside the ancient blade came forth as dreams hovering before me within the dream. Portals of pilgrimage for the Pele Volcano, A sacred waterfall, Uluru Rock, and the Egyptian pyramids. Visiting one of the houses on my multidimensional timeline, I open the door to the backyard and see the dream portals hovered before me as entry points to the Everywhen.
Everywhen
Uluru Rock is located in Australia, and considered the place of creation and sacred to the aboriginal peoples. “The Dreaming is used to represent Aboriginal concepts of “Everywhen“, during which the land was inhabited by ancestral figures.” It is considered the Navel of Creation.
Uluru Rock, Australia
The Halemaʻumaʻu crater at the summit of Kīlauea Volcano is home to the Goddess Pele, her name in hawaian is ka wahine ai honua, which means “the woman who devours the earth”. It is a place of destruction and Creation.
Kilauea Volcano
The waterfall may be from the Big Island of Hawaii where beautiful waterfalls are found around Hilo. The Rainbow Waiānuenue waterfall is a sacred place where the Goddess Hina is connected.
Rainbow falls in Hilo Hawaii, home to the Goddess Hina.
The great Pyramid of Giza is considered a gateway to the otherworld, and the mysteries of the afterlife and ongoing journey of the Dua, or soul.
The Pyramids of Giza
Myth
My research indicates the deeper story of the Sword dance is connected with myth and prophecy. The Egyptian Goddess Sekhmet known as the one before whom evil trembles, is a warrior and healer. She was known to wield the Khopesh sword associated with protection, justice, and disarming enemies. As healer she was known to cure all ills, even plague and pestilence. The Khopesh Sword has been traced beyond Egypt to Mesopotamia and Ancient Sumar.
Prophecy
The Persian sword known as Zulfiqar is believed by early Shiʿites to be brought down from heaven by the archangel Gabriel and given to the prophet Mohammed. The sword disappeared and is considered occulted in the unseen until the time when the world is in a state of complete tyranny. Recently a sword with calligraphy as being identified as the Zulfiqar sword has been identified and confirmed from 1500 years ago, and within the language of the time. In the 13th century, the great Sufi poet Jalāl-al-Dīn Moḥammad Rūmī portrayed Zulficar as the incarnation of al-Ḥaqq, or Divine Truth.
Dreaming Pilgrimage
Taken together these 4 portals of pilgrimage contain a formula of ancient wisdom from ancient peoples whose mystery traditions may be a remedy or map for the times we are encountering now. A Map of Creation, Rebirth, Healing, and Soul Flight. Dreaming can help us in all of these areas, and while it may be more difficult to make a physical pilgrimage at this time to each of these sights, we can visit in dreaming through entering each of the hovering portals.
Embodied Prayer
The sword dance holds a powerful energy at the intersection of sharpening truth and discernment. One blade holding prophecy of the people of the land coming forth, at the cross section of a powerful warrior goddess Sekhmet, who cleansed the Earth of the darkness of men. This sword dance is a gathering and reclaiming of power, able to defend the vulnerable, and a return to truth and justice. An embodied prayer of the land, and the people of the land.
I invite you to join me on this dream pilgrimage, to enter portals of Creation, Rebirth, Healing, and Soul Flight, to dance into myth and prophecy and heal the stories held in the land, and join in solidarity with the peoples of the land, to bring justice to the vulnerable and protect the peoples of the land.
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.
On this final Full Moon of 2020, I am taking time to reflect on the dreams of the last decade and those which arrived in 2010. Here are some, and how they took root in my life.
Photo by Carolina Teteris
The White Tiger and the Cave of Innocence – Summer Solstice 2010
I am in a dark cave where the light of my soul hovers above dark waters. I see a white tiger emerge from the mountain and sit beside the water looking into the darkness. The water surface is covered with what looks like oil, and a creature crawls out covered with the black tar. The tiger looks at the creature covered in oil and wants nothing to do with it. She turns her head away. The White Tiger jumps into the water, its white fur contrasting with the deep darkness is amazing to see. The tiger swims through the dark waters and reaches a place of murky astral waters where many spirits are floating. The water begins to clear as the tiger swims further out to sea and into the clear waters. She emerges on another shore with a rope in her mouth and she is pulling a boat. Inside the boat is a royal looking woman with maroon colored clothing and gold trim, and wearing a regal shaped head dress, a man sits behind her wearing dark blue clothing with gold trim. On the shore is a small girl of about 7 who runs toward the boat to meet the visitors. I am now back inside the cave again, where the black covered creature is still lying inside the cave. The White Tiger begins to wash the creature and reveals it to be the small girl seen previously running to greet us on the beach. The child lays in the arms of the white tiger as she is lovingly cleaned, nurtured and protected.
I was sent photos the next day by a teacher, revealing the two people I saw in my dream. My teacher was at a ceremony in the Altai Mountains in Kirgizstan, where many shamans had gathered from places around the globe. The woman in my dream, and in the photo was an Altai elder. She later revealed when she lit the ceremonial fire, she saw the spirit of a small girl released.
This dream confirms for me the cross cultural nature of dreams, and the ability to transcend borders and bilocate to another physical location. I have seen this occur in my dreams and shamanic journeys many times over the past decade, and continue to learn how to bring forth my healing gifts in service to others and the planet.
Bringing Up the Bones 9-11-2010
A wealthy, older white man wearing a burgundy and gold smoking jacket, will host a social gathering at his private residence. He escorts me into his office, which is in disarray. There is a beautiful old Asian desk made of antique bamboo. I am walking around in his space looking at how to organize it, and I walk over the top of the desk in my bare feet. I am wondering if he really wants this desk, he obviously is not using it, and I really like the way it feels under my bare feet. I am thinking about asking him if I can have it, although I already have a new desk. I really like this one, it is very ancient and regal. I hop down from the desk not saying anything, thinking if I am meant to have it, it will come. The wealthy owner takes me outside and we arrive at his private home. There is an Asian woman who lives there with him. She greets me, leaving the door open as we enter the house. Suddenly, there is a commotion while some kind of creature escapes through the front door. I am thinking it is a family pet like maybe a cat, but when I look more closely, I see what appears to be a bat or maybe even a phoenix. I can’t quite make it out. It moves very fast, and has such unusual energy. There are many birds flying after it that look like doves. The wealthy man and the Asian woman move quickly and immediately fly out the door after the creature.
I am left standing in the house and I walk outside to see there is a lake, and a boardwalk by the sea. I am looking at the water and am now joined by two shamanic teachers. One tells me there are bones at the bottom of the sea, and that the bones are my ancestors, and they are Buryat. I am told this is the line of shamanism which I am connected through my ancestors. We must awaken the bones, and bring them to the surface. I can see in my minds eye the bottom of the ocean, and the sediment of salt and minerals that make up the bones of the ancestors. As we focus on raising the bones of my ancestors, I can see a white circle forming on top of the lake. Nearby huge waves are rising from the ocean. The more we focus on raising the ancestors, the more the waves become very high and come crashing down on the boardwalk. The energy I am raising is through my ancestors, and my teachers are helping me.
A week after having this dream, a Turkish friend in Istanbul sent me a photo of a white circles floating on water. They were reported being seen appearing in different places, and no one knows what they are, or why they are showing up.
When I saw her picture I almost fell out of my chair because it looked just like the circles in my dream, that were from the bones of my ancestors. I have been very focused on honoring the ancestors and working with their energy over the past decade. I am also called to assist others in reconnecting them with their ancestral gifts and lineages, and bringing forth their collective energy for wisdom and healing.
Faery Joy 11-14-2010
I dreamt of hearing strange beautiful music and seeing lovely faeries with white lilies and orchids, with yellow and orange sunlight, feeling complete joy and beauty.
The otherworld is a place like home for me, a place of joy and beauty, wisdom and healing. The good folk are my other than human relatives, and my connections there have continued to grow. I was fortunate to visit Ireland in 2018 and 2019, guided and invited by my dreams, where I met up with my Faery Kin.
Persephone Planting Her Seeds 12-20-2010
I dreamt of an encounter with the Goddess Persephone. She offered me a Pomegranate which she held in her hands and told me. “If you never open the Pomegranate, you can not plant the seed and the tree will never grow.” She then took a single seed from the open Pomegranate and planted it from which a beautiful tree grew tall, full and strong like magic.
This dream planted many seeds for me, including continuing to grow my connections with Persephone. I began offering monthly Women’s Dreaming Groups on the Full Moon, and later facilitated biannual Women’s Retreats over the past 7 years. I went on to become involved in Women’s activism and organized several International Women’s Summits, including one in Sarajevo in 2019 with the Kolo Women’s Cross Cultural Collaboration, where I was Executive Director for 5 years. Part of our work involved trauma informed care and training, and collaborating with the MMIWTX for No More Stolen Sisters!
As this decade comes to a close and another begins to open, I will keep my dreams focused on what seeds wish to be planted at the New Moon of 2021 for the coming year and decade. I have some Moon Flower Seeds ready.
“To have sensed something sublime in the life/death/life movement of the seasons, to know that contained in you is the knowledge to pull the sword from the stone and to live well in fierce woods in deep winter.” – Martin Shaw
Recently, I was sharing with a friend, a story of when I carried my daughter in my womb. It was close to her due date and she was not ready, not yet. She was not head down in position to be born into this upside down world. My OB told me I needed to do something about this, or else schedule a C-Section birth. I wanted to have her naturally if possible, so I was determined to turn her around. Nothing I tried was working, so I decided to ask my dreams for help. I incubated an intention into my dream for assistance turning my daughter into position. What came was this surprising dream.
Faery Queen
I see beside my bed, a Crone of Asian lineage. She has come to help in response to my dream request. She places her hands on on the top of my womb, and when she does, her hands light up. She moves her hands down, step by step, making a path of light for my daughter to follow. I feel my daughter flip inside my womb, and move her head into the portal of her birth in my pelvis. The Asian wise woman, who has interceded on our behalf, tells me one last bit of information before she departs. She says, “You know, your daughter is a Faery Queen.” I am thinking to myself in the dream, What’s a Faery Queen and does that come with a manual?
I was thinking about that powerful experience of my daughter turning, head down to be born, assisted by a mysterious dream midwife, and it got me thinking about my connections with the good folk in dreams over the years, and also the dreams my daughter reported of visiting other realms, where she had two beautiful women teachers from the Faery folk. She would visit there often and learn from them. I once dreamt into a dream with her, when we both had the same exact dream of her graduation from her learning in the otherworld. My dreaming was a waking dream that appeared before my eyes clear as day, while my daughter slept taking a nap, and when she woke, she described the same dream I had just seen. I was told by the beings in my vision, to create a portal to the otherworld in my back yard. I was quite concerned by what they described asking me to build, I felt it was too big of a responsibility to manage a portal like that in my back yard. I did not understand the importance of it at the time, now looking back, I can see it was a portal between her more than human people in the otherworld, and this world. It was so she would remember who she is. I suppose the portal closed after that, she no longer reported dreams with her Faery mentors any longer. She began to forget who she was. I determined to remember the connection to the Faery Queen and the Otherworld, and on the Fall Equinox, a time of balance, I did a conscious dream journey guided by the drum, with the intention to set things right between this world, and the world behind the world.
The Portal
I see my guide, from the wee folk, he holds out his hand, and I place an Irish coin in it. He then smokes his pipe, and I tell him I will bring him tobacco next time. He takes me before the Faery Queen. She is tall and beautiful with her long silver and white hair. Her dress is a gossamer material glowing in white and blue light. Her staff is silver with a crystal ball a top. She takes me over to a reservoir of water illuminated by a blue and white light. A mythical blue phoenix flies around the perimeter, and across the surface, in a magical display of beauty. I stroll around the magical pool of water, and the Faery Queen tells me, “It is a portal”, and says, “Get in.” As I walk towards it to enter, I am moving deeper into the Earth, like stairs descending, and I enter it from underneath it. Just then the pool surface changes into a vortex swirling with great force in the middle. A White Lion jumps into the vortex joining me in a watery realm of blue and white light. We move through it together, traveling far across time and space until we approach a golden gateway. The White Lion enters the golden gate and turns from white into a Golden Lion in a land of sun and sand. I follow behind him and notice we are in the Middle East. I hear the voice of the Faery Queen instructing me what to do. She speaks of an imbalance that has occurred, “Magic was stolen from the otherworld, and placed in sacred objects, to use the power for selfish aims.” I see before me a man whose face is covered by a black scarf, and he holds a golden jeweled dagger in his hand.
“You must retrieve the dagger” the Faery Queen says, “It holds magic from the other world. You must return it where it belongs, to return the worlds to balance.” I approach a man with a black veil covering his face, realizing he is an Assassin. I then take on an invisible cloak, so that I may move about undetected. I walk right up to the Assassin and take the dagger from his hand and make haste to return it to the Otherworld.
Upon my return I stand before the Faery Queen, and she takes the dagger from my hand. She places it’s blade onto the Silver blade of her Sword. She then places the sword into the water of the Faery Pond, and the magic moves down the blade and into the magical pond. The Balance of magic between the Otherworld and Earthside has been restored.
The Fall is here, and normally we would be so excited about this season where we can look forward to so many festivals and family celebrations, but in 2020 nothing is the same as what we have known before.
We are exhausted, our country is grieving, and we are grappling with how to move forward with our lives as individuals, as communities, and as a country. We are having to look at every part of our lives right now, no stone is unturned, to see the systemic injustices, environmental impacts, feeling the economic downturn, losing loved ones and fearing impacts from the pandemic. This reveals our class system, the racism, the sexism, all the isms. It appears our World is really out of balance.
This is where the Autumn Equinox comes in, as a point of focus, to remind us the universe, and nature herself is always seeking balance. We are in a place where vision is crucial as we move forward. This is a portal we can explore in connection with the otherworld, or the world behind the world, when the veil is thin and the ancestors are near.
Mabon is a Celtic Fall Seasonal Celebration known as the 2nd Harvest. The 1st being in August for Lamas, and the 3rd being on October 31st for Samhain, when the harvest of souls takes place with the Wild Hunt, and the good folk come through from the Other world. A time when Winter and the Celtic New Year begins. It should be particularly Wild this year as it is a Full Blue Moon in Taurus on Samhain. We celebrate the 2nd Harvest on Tuesday, September 22nd, 2020 with gratitude and sharing, releasing and healing, to help bring life back into balance. Incubate a dream and ask, what do I need to do to help bring my world, and the world behind the world, back into balance. The role of the shaman or witch or healer, is to help bring the unseen worlds into balance with the Earthly realms, and thereby protecting the community. When calamity and despair, disease and disgrace starts to appear, it is time to look into the otherworld to see what prayers need to be spoken, or forgiveness asked, permission granted, or repayment of some kind offered. This is a kind of justice, and what we can offer now, will determine what we are able to receive later. So join me in celebrating Mabon and creating balance in our world, and don’t forget to vote this season!
Awaken the Sacred Dream 