Dream Angels

Dante and Beatrice gaze upon the highest Heaven, The Empyrean
Angelic Choirs Circling the Abode of God from Dante’s Paradiso by Gustav Dore.

In America, 8 out 10 people believe in Angels. This belief may stem from religious belief, or perhaps not. One way we may also connect with these heavenly messengers is through dreams. Dreams offer spaces of direct divine experience, where Angels may visit for the purpose of healing and guidance. I’ve had a number of Angelic encounters in my dreams over the years, which I can share here.

A Choir of Angels

The first I recall, was many years ago, I was dreaming of a place in the heavenly upper realms, surrounded by a group of female angels. They were tall and fair, and an otherworldly blue light shown about them. They sang in the most beautiful voices, I had ever heard. I was surprised to learn, they even had their own angelic language, and they were teaching me their songs in the language they spoke. I really loved being surrounded with their energy. I felt very special and welcomed, grateful they wanted to teach me what they knew, and draw me closer to them. I woke from this dream, a firm believer in Angels. Especially because a choir of female angels welcomed me among them. The whole Patriarchal vision of angels as a hierarchy of spiritual power, popular in the Abrahamic religions, has never appealed to me. The only way I could get on board with this angelic reality, is through direct experience with the divine held in dreams, and where I was able to connect with the female presence of angelic spiritual energy, as I was surrounded, accepted and welcomed as part of, rather than through a religious belief based on power over.

Portal of Gabriel

At one point in my life, my partner and I had been dealing with a difficult family issue, where his 10 year old son was suddenly moved away to another state by his mother. It left a big hole in our lives, where his presence had been previously, and an incredible sadness permeated everything. We were heart broken. I could no longer bare the sadness any longer, and so in desperation, before sleeping one night, I prayed for his return to us as I drifted into a dream. I immediately saw and felt the feather tips of huge wings brush by my face. The white winged feathers were so huge, I could not see anything but the feathers. I then felt my dreaming self  pulled up by the shoulders, by the giant talons from a huge eagle like being. I was flown across the world to an ancient place in the dessert, where I stood before to the tomb of the Ancestors, belonging to my partner and his son, Gabriel.  I stood before the door of the tomb, which read over the threshold, “Portal of Gabriel”. I entered inside the tomb and saw my partner standing before me, wearing traditional garments. He showed me a ring he wore upon his finger, which held an unusual coral stone, in a square setting. He offered me his ancestral ring to wear, and I placed it on my finger. I was then flown back on the wings of the angel, to my own abode, where I lay sleeping in my own bed.

Two weeks later, his son moved back.

Book of Uriel

In another dream, I was hanging out in the twilight zone, in a conscious dream state between waking and sleeping, known in scientific terms as the hypnagogic zone. I was searching for a dream in this liminal space, and could only feel myself hovering in darkness. I determined to wait for a dream to appear, and set my intention to call a dream to me. I could feel the dream traveling from a far distance, and began to see a faint light in the distance coming toward me. It traveled quickly and when it became closer, I saw a delicate pink light, in the design of what appeared like a lace. I was enveloped inside the dream now, and saw clearly a hand, which gave me a book which read, “Book of Uriel”.  I opened the book, to a page which held a photograph of a beautiful castle with white colored stone bricks, and black turrets. I was flooded with emotion as I looked at this photo, a far memory of my soul longing came forth in a powerful way. I longed to return to this place, that held feelings of great love from me. The longing was so intense I began to weep inside my dream. I determined to visit this place in my dream, and so I entered the photo to see what I could learn. I found myself walking along a dirt pathway, along side a beautiful river until, I approached a Roman styled arched bridge, standing across the bridge from the castle. I stood there looking at the castle with feelings of longing and awe and now fear. I wanted to cross over to this place of deep longing, but the tremendous fear I encountered, held me back. I could not find the courage in myself that day, to cross the bridge and enter the castle. I woke up.

Angels Made Visible

In another dream, I encounter my dream double from a potential future. I step out of my house to walk next door to attend a party, when I notice my doppelganger pull up and park in front of my house and is walking next door to enter the party!

I am standing on my front porch, as I see my future self walk into the house. I notice I now seem to have access, to all the information my future self is thinking and doing. I am curious to attend the party, but concerned if I do, what will happen in the timelines of my current reality or future reality? I am walking slowly across the front yard between our two houses, making sure not to bump into my future self, when I see two women I know, leave the party and approach me. One is the director of an Alternative Private School, where I used to work in waking reality, and the other was the director of a Metaphysical School, who I am connected to in waking life, as part of an International Dreaming community. The Director of the Alternative School begins a discussion about the connections between the heart, the higher self, and the guardian angel.  She states, ” We used to be able to “see” the connections of the heart and the higher self.  The two where made visible, one to the higher self, and one also to “Malachim”, also known as angel messengers.” 

Looking at this dream now is fascinating, as I have recently been offered a position working as a Director for an Alternative School for a Metaphysical Community. I set the intention for myself at the first New Moon of this year, to return to teaching again for an alternative school. I was contacted the very next day, and offered just such a position by a former colleague, who I had not seen or spoken to in 6 years.

I had not thought of this dream or looked at it in detail, until deciding to write this blog on Angels. It seems even in writing this blog, messages are coming through for me, from a dream I had 6 years ago, where I almost bumped into a possible future!

Of course things like that can happen.

 

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Return of the Grandmothers

The Grandmothers have much been with me, as of late. They whisper in my ear, day and night. They take me into the sacred territory of dreams, for ceremonies of initiation, and healing. They come from many cultures, many times, many places and lifetimes. The Grandmothers have returned, and they have work to be done. They share in their wisdom, with an embrace, that finds the deepest longings from within.

Healing the Stories of the Speaking Land

Sing me sacred melodies,

on which I am fed.

Enter the womb,

where women have bled.

Give me a sip, from the cauldron of fate,

Slip me the password, to enter the gate.

Move me closer, with hips circling round,

Invoke blessings from deep in the ground.

Calling forth blessings to remind me of who I am, and why I have come. The Grandmothers stand behind me, supporting me with their love, and whispering in my ears…You can do it. Everything will be alright. They guide me along forgotten pathways, that are no longer visible, and guide me to help open ancient pathways once again, because most have forgotten the way, or how to see.

The Grandmothers teach me to feel from the nape of the neck, protect the strength of my heart, listen to my gut, and to see with my womb. They teach me to hold beauty in a way, that neither time, person, nor secret power play, can take it away. They ask me to help heal the land, and remind me of how I know these things. I know how to heal the stories held in the land, and the body, because I know how to listen.

CirclesinWaterSky

Stories held in water,

move in circles,

Rain drops, dew drops,

Add to this recipe called “Life”.

A water symphony,

a dripping remedy,

resonates with each breath.

 

Water stories, now given to Earth,

Now soaking it in.

Now where to begin?

Buried deep underground,

Held in the presence of stones, until they are found.

 

Tree rooted stories also, gripping the darkness below,

and growing ever toward the sun, the moon and the stars.

Archival rings of wisdom, take us back,

circling through our past, while playing silent witness.

 

The breeze through trees,

whispers how love is made,

As I lay resting beneath her shade,

a dream appears, taking me inside another world.

 

I dream of a memory, when I was a tree,

and I listen to songs played inside my rings.

Like an ancient record album, I am a record keeper.

I hold inside, languages of light,

which feed me, and keep me, through the night,

where I travel in dreams, to distant stars.

This Tree rooted deep in Earth, is a Star traveler.

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Cave walls,

call in the direction

of darkness,

A place of initiation and vision,

where painted stories of earth are hidden,

I come tripping back to my destiny.

from a place of far memory.

 

Drifting clouds,

paint pictures across my mind,

bird wings build ships of time travel,

creating shapes of meaning,

across the sky.

 

Valley Reed © 2018

Dream Warrior

In a conscious dream, I was focused on a golden skinned, bare chested, bald headed man, who sat relaxed on a stone, as he held a long spear. His mysterious golden eyes stared off into the distance. Suddenly, he turned his gaze toward me, an observer in the dream and not visible. He claimed, “I see you!”

This turn of events was quite surprising for me, and brought my awareness back into my body, awakening me from my sleep. I could still feel the force of his gaze on me and the words he threw in my direction. I began to realize what this could mean, if I could see him in his time, he could also see me. In other words, I am dreaming him, and he is dreaming me. Woah!

This dream visit was perhaps a time travel excursion to a parallel life. It felt like an important connection, and I wondered about his unusual golden eyes.

When I thought about it, they reminded me of the eyes of a lion.

Shortly after this mysterious dream, I facilitated a workshop in which I offered shamanic group dream journeys through each of the chakras, guided by the sound of the drum. While drumming for the crown chakra journey, my dream re-appeared immediately and my dream warrior, became a trusted guide. I found myself in the upper realm in an ancient temple, carved into the side of a mountain. Which I found upon later research, highly resembles the ancient Lycian tombs in Turkey, which were at one time part of the ancient Grecco-Roman World, as reflected in the architectural style of the tombs resembling Greek Temples.

Lycian Tombs Of Caunos, Dalyan, Mugla, Turkey

Carved into the side of this mountain is also perhaps the people who were buried in this tomb city. A relief carving shows a bald headed shirtless warrior holding a spear, much like my dream warrior.

Inside the temple, I was instructed to lay down on a stone platform in the center of the room. When I did, eight doors of golden light opened and surrounded me in the temple. My dream warrior came over next to me and shape shifted into a beautiful Lion with golden eyes, there to guard and protect me as I journeyed forth through the portals of light. I came out of the dream ceremony and my dream warrior was stood before me once again. He gave me a scroll, which I opened and it read, “Go Out!” A portal of golden light appeared, blazing before me, inviting me to step through once again. I have been given an initiation into the light, and an invitation to step through these solar portals, into further exploration of the heavenly realms.

The Dreaming Tree

Years ago, a dream was given to me where I was told by an unseen voice, “This is your Dream Tree. Spend time here.” I knew the tree in my dream was a tree in my waking reality, I had somehow seen before. I recognized the curvy shape of the trunk resembling a snake. After the dream, I went searching for the dream tree in my memory and found it near a lake where I often walked.

I approached the tree to make an offering of gratitude to honor my dream, and as I came near, I noticed my sight became more clear and the colors around me became vivid. I felt as though I were stepping into a dream. I could feel an energy surging through my body and the presence of fairy on the other side of the veil. There seemed to be an energy field surrounding the tree that was a portal to the other world.

Trees are indeed portals into another world, and in the conscious shamanic group dream journeys I offer, we learn how to journey from the tree of life to visit the lower, middle or upper realms of experience, with the assistance of the animal powers. We enter the world behind the world, through the portal of the Tree of Life. I have seen how the trunk of the tree can be a passageway to healing energetic blocks, and a place we may even find where our dreams have been hiding, when they are not reaching our awareness each morning.

The Tree of Life is the bridge between the realm of dreams and the waking world. In this story from Brazil, we see how the accumulation of spiritual power and wisdom can take one into the dream to discover ancient paths of spiritual initiation onto the path of the healer and Shaman.

The Dreaming Tree

A folktale from the Amazonian people of Karajae and Apinaye, Brazil.

A boy named Uaica grew up as a small and sickly child, and because of this, he often found himself the target of bullies. His Grandfather would stick up for him and protect him, but he could not always be there for him. When Uaica had no one else to turn to, he would retreat to the rain forest.

In the jungle, life was teeming with the sounds of beautiful birds and creatures of all kinds, surrounded by towering trees providing shelter. Uaica felt safe and protected in the rain forest, he felt at one with everything surrounding him and he did not feel alone or afraid. He felt like it was a place where he belonged.

One day after his time in the jungle and walking back to his village, he came upon a huge tree where he saw a monkey, sound asleep at the roots of the tree. He then noticed a jaguar sprawled asleep at the foot of the tree, then noticed a huge anaconda coiled up around the roots of the tree, sleeping as well. Uaica began to notice many animals laying around the tree, sleeping peacefully.

Uacia thought, something strange is going on here!

He stepped closer to the animals to make sure they were not dead, and as he got closer to the tree, he began to feel incredibly sleepy. He could barely keep his eyes open, and he forgot about the sleeping animals, and instead lay down himself, right next to the Jaguar. He found himself entering a dream, as he entered the sleep of the animals at the base of the tree.

In his dream, he saw many different animals, some he recognized, some he had never seen before. He was visited by many people in his dream, some from his own village, some were departed ancestors no longer living, some were from places he had never been and spoke languages he had never heard, and did not understand. He found himself traveling to many places on the Earth and even among the stars.

He returned to a familiar place inside the dream, where his ancestors sat in a circle around a fire and singing songs together, which he was given to learn. In this space, an elder stepped forward to introduce himself. I am Sina-a, child of the Jaguar. Uacia had heard stories of the Jaguar Man as a great teacher. He was very happy he was there and listened to all the songs, stories and teachings the Jaguar Man brought him inside the dream.

Sina-a told stories of stealing fire from eagle, he spoke of a time when he kept the darkness of night safe, in a time of eternal daylight. He shared a story of healing and transformation, when he took the ashes of snake and changed them into plants for medicine and nurturing.

Uacia came out of the dream, and noticed the daylight barely hung in the sky and night was falling. The animals were now gone and had crept back into the darkness of the jungle, he hurried home before darkness surrounded him.

The next day, Uaica could not wait to return to the Dream Tree to have more adventures with the Jaguar Man. He curled himself around the bottom of the tree and found himself dreaming once again. He sang the songs he was given, which gave him entrance to the circle of the Ancestors. The Jaguar man appeared and gave him more stories to learn.

Uaica continued to come and dream in this way with the Dream Tree, arriving each morning and leaving as evening approached. He would return to his home after dark, always missing meal time. He began to get weary and thin from this travels into the dream world. Sina-a was concerned how the boy was looking so thin, and asked him to not return to the Dream Tree. He saw the danger the boy was in of never being able to return to his world, if he continued to visit the dream world in this way. Uaica understood and agreed to stop visiting the Dream Tree.

Once home again, Uaica was starving after not eating for many days. He sat down to a morning meal with his grandfather. “Where have you been?” he wanted to know. Uaica trusted his grandfather most of all, and he told him of the Dream Tree and all the adventures he had found inside mysterious dreams underneath the tree. He spoke of meeting Sina-a and the songs which brought him to the circle of ancestors, where he was taught stories by the Jaguar Man.

“I can show you the tree if you want” Uaica said. “Yes, this I must see for myself”, his grandfather replied. Together the two went to visit the Dream Tree the very next day. Uaica showed him the tree and told him to go close to it. When he drew near, he found himself in a deep sleep and dreaming. Uaica made sure to keep his distance this time as he had promised the Jaguar Man.

Suddenly his grandfather woke and exclaimed, “You must tell no one about this tree! This is a very powerful place and there are those who would use it’s powers for selfish reasons.”  Uaica agreed to keep the Dream Tree safe and secret.

When they returned to the village, they discovered a young boy had fallen ill and was expected to die. The boy was one of those who had bullied him before, which had caused Uaica to seek solace in the rain forest. Uaica was no longer afraid or unhappy now and he was able to offer what he had been taught in dreaming to heal the boy. The boy fully recovered and Uaica was no longer seen as a scrawny, sickly boy to be tormented. Now people came from all over seeking his healing gifts.

One night the Jaguar Man visited in his dream, “You have passed the tests put before you. You stayed away from the tree when asked, showed compassion for your enemy, and have used the lessons you were given to heal your community. Now, I will show you more so that you can help many more people.”

Uaica continued to dream with the Jaguar Man, who showed him many secret ways of healing. His grandfather built him a special dreaming hut, where he could safely go to dream. They planted a garden nearby with special herbs, which he had been taught in dreams, the many healing powers they possess.

The boy he saved, who had once bullied him, was now his best friend. He had not only healed his body, but also the hardness in his heart, and he was a loyal friend.

Uaica began to see wonderful things in his dreams and was able to create beautiful things inspired by them. He gave these gifts to those he loved most, like his grandfather and his best friend. When others noticed all the beautiful things Uaica was capable of creating, some became envious of him and his many gifts.

A few decided that Uaica thought he was better than everyone else and so they plotted a way to get rid of him. They waited to pounce on him as he sat down to dinner with his Grandfather and his best friend. Uaica stood up to them and knew they were there, because he had learned to see behind himself! Uaica and his grandfather, their dreaming hut, and healing garden suddenly vanished! His enemies were astonished and afraid as they stood there alone.

They had been transported to a new land where none could harm them. The village learned of their disappearance and was concerned to have lost the best healer in all the land, due to the envies of a few. They set out a search party to discover them and return them home again. They traveled far and wide until finally they came upon him and begged his return to the village of his people. Uaica agreed to return home once again and give them another chance.

The village prepared a great feast in honor of his return, but some in the village were not so happy and had a different plan in mind for his return. When Uaica stood to give thanks for the welcoming feast, his attacker approached from behind with a club in his hand. Uaica was able to defend himself by saying, “I can see you even though my back is turned! ”

Uaica, his grandfather, and his best friend disappeared again, only this time inside the crack of a rock, laying nearby. A voice from deep in the rock thundered to the crowd, “This time I will never return, you no longer deserve what I have to offer.”

Since that time, many stories have been told among the Jurana people of the great shaman Uraica, who could see from behind his head. It is said even today, he still dreams from inside the shaman stone, and those who have generous, kind and loving hearts, may be visited by the Jaguar Man to receive teachings of the ancients in dreams.

Blog Note; I have dreamed previously and written about the Black Jaguar and the Shaman stone.

Ⓒ 2018 Valley Reed

 

 

 

 

The Seed of Destiny

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“Dream Tree” by Alice Mason

The night before attending a Yoruba Fire Ceremony, I had the following dream.

“A seed was placed in the center of my brain, and from it grew healing and wisdom, which spread throughout my brain. This brain change, enabled me a growing understanding of the indigenous mind and the language of seeds.”

What happens when you plant a seed on indigenous land, but the the seed comes from another place? The Earth begins to speak to the seed in another language, one the seed may not understand, but it is nurtured by it never the less. The seed learns to trust and grow, wondering what it may become, knowing it is of the Earth.

The seed learns of the divine, the larger mind of our being and spiritual wisdom of “Ori” which means “head” in Yoruba.  The divine stories are whispered, delivered by this seed and planted into a consciousness designed by destiny.

What happens when the seed of spirit gets planted in a troubled mind? The ancient mind of the “Ori” whispers what is needed in order to heal the limitations, judgement, resentments, selfishness and ignorance of separation. There is no separation. The seed of divine wisdom and destiny, begins to whisper in another language and deeper knowing of the pulse of life. A deep healing presence has descended to bring peace of mind. A pulse of the universal intelligence of life, which speaks an ancient language of the balance of life and death, in connection with the patterns of the stars and the sun and the earth and the moon. The seed holds a vibration that resonates to create a change of heart, a breaking open and breaking through, into a space of remembrance and newness all at the same moment.

The Seed of Destiny

A soulful seed planted by the universal mind into the limited consciousness of the Western Modern identity, can unravel the most tangled soul. A seed which can change fate into destiny and emptiness into a receptacle for a story from another land to take root and unfurl.

I came across the seed of destiny when I attended a Yoruba Fire Ceremony. The seed had been placed on a tray with other ritual implements for a traditional oracle reading known as Ifa. I sat waiting for the ceremony to begin and next to me on a tray, were the elements of the oracle. I was drawn to the seed I saw in wait, yet not knowing it’s purpose. The seed began to whisper deep inside me, repeating over and over, Seed of Destiny. I wondered what this meant, but accepted the message as given to me. I then made my give away and wrote, “I release all that stands between me and my Destiny”. This felt liberating immediately. I set my give away aside and the ceremony began. The Babalawo began the oracle reading by summoning the ancestral spirits and offering prayers. The priest held up a Palm Nut as he spoke of the seed of destiny, and broke it open into four pieces. The reading was divined from how the pieces fell. The Ifa that came through honored the powerful magic of women and all that is born through women. The message that came through for me, was about accepting the magic that women bring. Become this magic.

My magic is tied up with the seed of destiny. In this time, I will bring through my magic and no longer be ashamed or afraid. I have heard the whispers of the seed of destiny and released all that stands in my way, both inwardly and outwardly, there is no separation.

Event Horizon 2018

As 2017 looms to a close, I am reminded of a dream I had earlier this year of the event horizon of a black hole, which is also known as a point of no return.

“Black Hole” Artist Rendering by NASA

Black Holes, Event Horizons and Holograms – October 2017

In my dream, I am hovering on the event horizon of a black hole. I was given the task by my higher self, to keep the energy balanced in this world, and the other world. The portal where I was stationed, which I called a sink hole, also had another located in an alternate reality, where a parallel self is working to restore balance in the multiverse!  I was trying to make sure that not too much light would slip through the portal and it was a very gentle process. I was even talking to the portal in a whisper saying, no not yet….and pushing the stars back away from entering the portal and it was like smoothing a bed spread. I stayed focused on this endeavor in my dream for what seemed like an eternity and yet only a moment.

This dream spurred me to research black holes and I learned that in April of 2017, scientists explored a black hole in the center of our galaxy through a global network of telescopes called the Event Horizon Telescope. The first images of a black hole are expected to be processed in 2018. The fascinating possibility of the Event Horizon telescope to provide us a detailed photo of the inside of a black hole offers an intriguing model of how our collective energies can come together globally to grow a shared vision. This speaks to me of the value of mutual dreaming, where dreamers from around the globe, dream for a more peaceful world and on behalf of the Earth to awaken the sacred dream long held in the collective.

I came across an interesting article on a theory of consciousness and black holes, which described the mind as a state of universal consciousness, which is connected with the brain, but exists outside of it in another dimension. This universal matrix of collective consciousness could perhaps explain awareness such as intuition and precognition events, as well as dreams and synchronicity. The event horizon is known as a point of no return, but according to Stephen Hawking, “The information is not stored in the interior of the black hole as one might expect, but in its boundary — the event horizon”.

“Wormhole” by Hypnoart

Perhaps this model, describes a boundary of consciousness where access to the collective matrix can be projected like a hologram or perhaps a dream. This hologram projection was possibly reflected in my dream, where I saw another mirror image of myself on the event horizon of another black hole, which could have been a hologram or a doppelganger in an alternate dimension.  I feel a global awakening is the event horizon we are on the precipice of entering in 2018. Happy New Year and deep dreams in this world and the other world.

Valley Reed © 2017

Eight Doorways of Multidimensional Dreaming

Credit: Getty Images

 

Multi-Dimensional Wheel 9-9-17

A profound awareness came over me while stepping through a doorway inside a recent dream. I saw myself connected like one of eight legs of an octopus. Each leg was connected to another dreaming self, stepping through a doorway. I was conscious at that moment, of being connected to eight dimensions or parallel realities of my dreaming self. I then saw this reflected again in the dream as the Eight fold path of Buddhism, turning like an immense wheel in the sky. The path of Dharma, leading to liberation and nirvana. The meaning of the Sanskrit word nirvana, is “blown out” like a candle, or perhaps mind blown.

This dream brings to mind another dream from a few years ago.

Time Traveling Hitch Hiker – 2013

In my dream, I am driving my SUV on a wet road and slowing down, I’m cautious not to hit the car next to me as I take a curvy, slippery, stretch of road.  Suddenly, a man appears in my passenger seat and he is asleep. I find I no longer have control over my car, the gas pedal no longer works, and so I take my foot off the pedal and let go of the steering wheel.  An invisible force takes over as we enter warp speed to arrive at a cosmic time travel terminal hovering in space, appearing in the shape of a giant octopus. Inside the terminal, there are signs directing one to various portals through which one may travel to certain time destinations. Each leg of the octopus was a wormhole portal to travel through time.

The Octopus could indeed be considered alien, compared with human evolution. They only share a common ancestor with us reaching back beyond the dinosaurs. They developed from there on a completely separate path and quite differently than invertebrates, “Octopuses have not even collected the majority of their neurons inside their brains; most of the neurons are in their arms” (Godrey-Smith 2017). They may have whole body intelligence and each limb could contain its own separate conscious awareness, while connected with the central hub of the brain.

The Octopus presents an intriguing model for how I am connected to parallel lives or alternate dimensions and even a model of the cosmic time traveling station presents a possible model for how we can time travel collectively to visit other dimensions. Active Dreaming provides the tools needed for individual dream re-entry or collective group dream journeys to consciously explore the multiverse.

The shape shifting Octopus seems a perfect image for an ancient intelligence carrying the wisdom of how to stretch our consciousness to enter other worlds through dimensional time travel with tentacles reaching out in all directions. A consciousness that is whole unto itself, a wreckage of the past and passage to a possible future, where perhaps time travel is the norm.

Bumper Sticker;

Let go of the Wheel and Take your Foot Off the Gas to become a Time Traveling Hitch Hiker of the Multiverse.

or perhaps

Stepping through Doorways of the Multiverse can Blow your Mind.

 

Sources:

Godfrey-Smith, Peter; The Mind of an Octopus. Scientific American, Published Online January 1, 2017.

Faery Gateways

Faery Folk have long been known to appear in my dreams on occasion and when they do, I feel a certain importance and magic has visited me. I feel blessed by their presence which often is accompanied by mystery & shenanigans. One such dream came recently, when contemplating a trip to Ireland in the coming year. I used dream incubation and put the question to my dreams to find out if this was a good idea. Dream incubation is a core practice in Active Dreaming and can give one access to deeper levels of reality and the deeper wisdom of the soul, when dealing with life’s challenges and questions. The dream which came was an immediate response to my question. I share a couple of related dreams here following the steps of the Lightning Dream Sharing Process, which is also a handy way of recording in your dream journal and exploring your own dreams or sharing with others.

Foxglove Faery Gateway

I see two purple flowers growing in a forested glen and my awareness comes closer in the dream to see them. I become aware these two flowers form a small gateway into a faery realm, where I now hear the voices of faeries chattering away in excitement. I cannot see them, but can hear them. I am told the flower on the left is for me and the flower on the right is for my partner.

Feelings upon waking – Excitement! A confirmation of going to visit Ireland, as the land of my Ancestors and Faery Folk.

Reality Check – In response to my dream, I did look up foxgloves to see what connection they may have to Faeries or Ireland. I learned Foxglove Flowers are known to originate in the British Isles and closely associated with Faery folktales. The flowers are also known by the names, Folkgloves (The Good Folk), Faery Fingers, Faery Bells, Faery Caps, Thimbles of the Sidhe or The Plant of the Faery Woman.

What do I want to know? I want to know what is on the other side of the Faery gateway.

Action Plans – Re-Enter my dream to travel through the gateway of the Good Folk, and ask for the assistance of fox as a guide. Make travel plans to visit Ireland in the coming year.

Fox Glove Myth
Foxgloves by Kelly Louise Judd

In folk tales, the Foxglove flower is said to get it’s name from how Fox was given gloves from the flower, which were placed on his feet by faeries, so that he could quietly slip by undetected by hunters and escape.

Whale bones
Baleen Whale Skeleton Photo by Lisa Levin and Nicholas D. Pyenson.

Harp Gateway

I had a fascinating dream years ago, which apparently was hinting at me traveling to Ireland, if not in physical reality at least in dreaming. In my dream I was drawn into what appeared to be a rib cage made of whale bones. The bones were ancient and had turned to crystal, and standing inside I could see strings of sinew between the bones. I passed my fingers across the strings and an otherworldly song was emitted. The whale harp became a dream gate with entrance into a magical otherworldly realm.  I placed my Native American flute at the entrance to the gateway and then picked up a tin flute that lay at the entrance before stepping through the gateway.

Feelings – Mystery

Reality Check – In subsequent research after having this dream, I discovered a folktale of how the Harp became a symbol for Ireland. It is said that a Queen was strolling along the windy shores of the Sea one fine day, when she heard a haunting sound that reached to her very soul. She searched to find the source and came across the carcass of a Whale, whose bones had washed ashore. The rib cage bones of the Whale were the source of the magical sound, created when the wind blew through. The Queen was determined to have a musical instrument made which could create this haunting beautiful music she had heard. She could think of nothing else until once again she could hear such beautiful music whenever she pleased. She ordered the court musicians and craftsman to examine the whale bones and come up with a design for an instrument to be made. After many attempts to create an instrument capable of replicating the sounds made through the whale bones, the court craftsman finally were able to come together to complete the task. Together they created an instrument known as the Harp. The Queen was very happy to have magical music played by her court musicians whenever she pleased. This is how the Irish harp came to be and later known as the symbol of Ireland today.

What do I want to know? – The changing of the Flute upon entrance through the dream gate suggests giving up something in order to pick up a new song and follow a new path. I want to know what lies beyond the gateway.

Action – Pick up the tin flute. Play a Harp. Revisit opening the Harp gateway in dreaming.

Dream Shifting

The energies we are shifting through during this time of the Lion’s gate are amazing and intense and have me exploring many stellar dimensions of dreaming.

Moon Gates

In a dream leading up to the Lions Gate Lunar Eclipse, I was practicing going through the moon gate and going back through, and when I did, I found myself aware of another lunar dimension and I could see both simultaneously. These kind of experiences do not translate well to the page, but needless to say, I was beside myself realizing, I had not only traveled through the moon gate, but also found the appearance of a moon gate to a parallel dimension.

 

Pluto Wedding Ceremony

Vetruvian Woman

I am part of a secret ceremony of the sacred marriage. I stand with my legs and arms stretched open to the position of Leonardo’s Vitruvian Man. I am to become the Bride of the Planet Pluto in a Sacred Wedding Ceremony.

I can see a community of people dressed in dark purple robes, who watch remotely, observing the ceremony. The invisible presence from Pluto draws an invisible line from head to foot in the design of the pentacle or star across my outstretched arms and legs and I become aligned energetically with the Planet Pluto.

The sacred wedding is complete.

 

Dream Shift

The Film “Inception” by Warner Bros.

I am dreaming of a dimensional shift, where a dimension is visited inside another dream I am having. A familiar man with blonde hair says the keyword “Balance” which sets in motion what is referred to in my dream as, “dream shift”  and portrayed much like in the film “Inception”.  There were moments of time speeding up and a feeling of density in the dream and being pushed downward, while at the same time traveling horizontally to create a shifting sensation. It was also very noisy, like the foundation of my building was coming apart or being crushed in physical reality. My partner laying next to me in bed, wakes up and says he heard someone knocking at the door downstairs and got up to answer it, but there was no one there. I was aware of all that was going on in physical reality, while also being in the dream where another dimension was loudly shifting into my reality, both in dreaming and waking physical reality. I was able to practice visiting my conscious attention inside my original dream and also the alternate dimension with a big smile on my face and I felt like this dream was the best ever! Apparently Dream Shifting is something I enjoy immensely!