Stories of the Land – Awaken the Sacred Dream

Collaborative dreaming includes the natural world, and trees are especially important. The tree of life contains entry into multiple realities. A portal to ancestral realms of experience rooted in the underworld, where the depth of the ocean and primordial wisdom remains. The heart wood of the middle realm, is where our more than human relatives reside, those who live close to the Earth, where we may find portals to the Otherworld and travel ley lines and timelines of past, present, and future. The upper realms are where winged ones, angelic beings, and the presence of the divine is encountered. Where holy ones, spiritual guides and teachers appear. A place of vision, prophecy, and questing a spiritual path, or creating a shared vision of community. The Tree of Life is the place where we begin and the place where we return, when we go dreaming, guided by the drum, on conscious group dream journeys to explore dreaming paths.

The journeys into and through the tree of life, are guided by the animal guides as part of our instinctual nature. Impeccable guides who know their way around the dream realms, and can assist us with their specialized skills. We can trust their guidance into dreaming and in our waking life too. The animal powers are part of our vital energy, an energetic relationship that brings us into dreaming based on the intention we have set. This is a primary skill in collaborative dreaming, learning to trust ourselves very deeply, and learning to let go and allow the dream to unfold without needing to change or control it.

The tree of life is a container for dreams, and a portal into other realms.

Stuck Dreams and a Hand Up

I am dreaming with the huge tree and crawling around the roots of the tree. I climb up the trunk and go as far as I can, but become hung up where I can go no further, there in the middle of the trunk is where my dreams have become stuck and not getting through to me. I am not getting my dream messages, I endeavor to release the dreams held there by untethering a fear that was holding them there. When I release my fear, my dreams are let go and now can make their way back to me. I continue my way up the trunk and into the upper realm at the tip top branches of the tree. I see a rope drop down from the upper realm, and as I climb, a hand drops down to help pull me up.

Trees are home to Earth spirits and ancient souls

I recall many years ago a dream where I was walking through a forest at night, and it was very dark. As I looked around to see what I could see, I noticed a green light surrounding the trees before me. I stepped up to take a look and saw within the green light of each tree was the face of the soul within each tree. I was thrilled to see confirmed what I had felt around trees since childhood, but could never articulate it. Trees not only have a sentient presence but they have their own language, made of light.

Light Language

I am standing before a huge ancient tree, I am pulled into the inside of the tree, inside the trunk. I see a green light shining within the tree and the information transmitted in the light is transmuted from to Sun to feed the tree, and give energy. This light language is now encoded in me, and shared with the community of trees, shared with me from inside the tree.

Trees as Earth Guardians

I am dream-walking across space and time to a beach in Crete. The beach has thousands of tiny shells on it, as I walk barefoot I can feel the shells crunch under each footstep, and I hear the sound. There are no people around, and no houses or businesses around anywhere, no boats or cars. Only a single solitary ancient twisted tree on the beach. I walked over to the tree and as I approached the energy of the tree pulled me nearer and the powerful energies it holds expands out towards me in waves. I am overcome by this mysterious place filled with ancient wisdom calling to me. I researched the tiny shells on the beach of a small island off of Crete, and discovered there was an island that made purple die from the tiny mollusks, that was all they had on the island, only for making purple dye that was highly prized and used only for royalty to wear. On the island is an ancient forest of Lebanese cedar, that looks like twisted drift wood. As I move toward the ancient tree before me, I feel a tremendous energy coming from this tree the closer I get. I am finding it harder to move closer and stay lucid in the dream, and wake up.

Indigenous roots

In a recent Dream, I found myself standing before a beautiful Beech Tree reflecting her beautiful light to me as I stood in her presence grateful that such an incredible being was before me. I later discovered the American Beech tree is indigenous to Georgia, where I will be visiting in a few weeks to teach a retreat on Earth Dreams. This is just the kind of collaborative interaction that dreams can bring, to root us in place and dream into the stories of the land, and our own stories that we also carry, that are rooted in our Soul Wisdom. When we share dreams together, we nourish one another very deeply. Just like a Forrest shares its nutrients through the roots. Earth Dreams bring us back to recall not only our stories, but our more than human relatives who we live amongst, as part of a community of beings.

There are big dreams that stalk us seeking a way into the world. Where do the big stories go when there is no way in? They take refuge in the imagination hovering around our head as ideas that never come to be. They may become part of identity and acted out as a persona, or a myth that lives in the land, and travels in dreams across time and space.

We all exist inside big dreams of past, present and future, and while we have dreams of our own, we are not just tied to our separate wants and needs. We can dream as part of and collaborate with the bigger stories that wish to come through us. We must trust in big dreams in order for them to take root beyond our imagination. We can dream on behalf of others and bring dreams to those who have forgotten or lost contact with their dreams. During times of great change and suffering, it is crucial that dreamers come together and track the dreams that are stalking us. This is where authentic power and everyday magic resides.

I had the following dream after meeting with a small group of women who wished to make plans for a Women’s Summit in Kyrgyzstan next year.

The Most Interesting Man in the World. 12/6/2025

There is a handsome man who has a salt n pepper hair, beard and mustache, he reminds me of the beer commercial for the Most Interesting Man in the World. Big dreams float around his head and in his imagination. Gifts of charisma, magnetism, creativity, design, collaboration, strength, wealth, love, fame, and power. Getting a sense of the gifts held in the dreams floating about him, gives me enthusiasm of what is possible, so much energy here.

Like a whisper of a spirit or a muse, I am tracking the invisible movement of what wants to come together. I hear whispers of Kyrgyzstan coming from the land, and a mandala of colors and energy swirling, held in sand. It is the creative spirit of the project swirling like a whirling dervish.

In terms of the projected dreams and imagination coming together, there is a fracturing of energy where it cannot take root under the feet. I feel the mystery of the spirit of place in Kyrgyzstan, and the movement swirling at my feet, the energy held there in sand, and soft colors of orange and gold, yet fractured in relation to big dreams orbiting the head of the most interesting man in the world.

Djinn Dreams Swirling

I hear the whispering spirits held in this root dream, this seed of solace and healing. I feel the movement spiraling around in the sands of time, blowing in the wind inside this tiny globe of destiny. Like a glass menagerie that has been dropped and broken. The sands of time are spinning in the wind, like a dust devil, like a djin, peri, or genii, controlled by the magician head who has dreams of power.

I am witness to the sands blowing and whispers of the spirits of place, the voices of women held underground. The jinn as spirit used for the grandiose visions of man as ruler.

Only the dance can release the jinn, only the movement can root the memory of Women in the land, and culture whose powers are under the foot of the man.

I hear the whispers of women, and dreams of the land, carried on the wind, calling me in their broken reality, to be released and take seed.

So after recording the dream, I was researching the sacred sites in Kyrgyzstan, and came upon this UNESCO Heritage site called Sulaiman-Too Sacred Mountain in the Fergana Valley, near the city of Osh, at the crossroads of the Central Asian silk roads.

Sulaiman-Too Sacred Mountain in Kyrgyzstan

The story of this sacred mountain goes, that the ruler Sulaiman, also known as Solomon, the mightiest and wisest ruler of the earth that ever was or shall be, controlled 500 jinns, who he commanded to lift him up and make a throne of the mountain, on which he would rule the region. Today, the mountain is a place of spiritual pilgrimage where seekers come to visit caves with petroglyphs, and mosques built along the path up the mountain. Sulaiman was also known to be able to talk with animals, birds, and have powers of the wind. The story of Solomon is bigger than life indeed, he courted the Queen of Sheba, who it is said, was Queen of Yemen, and that she and her people bow to the Sun. It is also said that the Queen of Sheba was a Jinn, while some thought her a Sibyl.

Cave on the sacred mountain

The project in Kyrgyzstan so far, does not appear to be coming together, we shall see what dreams may come, and actions unfold. I have organized a number of international retreats and Women’s Summits, and each time, it begins with a dream of whispering spirits of the land calling me there.

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