The Cave of the Goddess

On Beltane Eve 2019 I had the following dream:

The Cave of the Goddess

Oweynagat the Cave of Cats in Rathcroghan, Ireland, entrance to the underworld, home to the Goddess Morrigan. The inscription over the portal, in the ancient Ogham language says, “Fraoch, son of Medb” Photo credit Valley Reed.

I am standing beside a Sorrel Filly with her overgrown Winter coat. I am standing close enough to reach over and touch her coat and I can hear her every breath. I am amazed how real this all appears inside this conscious dream. I realize more deeply now, the Dream World is the Real World!

I am suddenly transported to another setting, standing before a cave, where 2 frog headed nymphs stand guard holding an Arabian sword between them as gatekeepers to the Cave of the Goddess. I hear the voice of the Goddess ask me, is it still the real world? I say, Yes!

The nymphs tell me, “You must pick up the Sword of Truth to enter the Cave of the Goddess”.  I choose truth and take the sword from their hands.

Greek Cave on the Island of Melos

Now I am walking along a dirt path alongside a field of flowers. I see an egg shaped stone at my feet. I bend down to pick it up and it fits perfectly in the palm of my left hand. The stone is embossed with the ancient seal of the Goddess, covered over by some green moss.

Now I am inside the stone of the Goddess. I can see cracks and crevices inside this ancient stone, and I hear the voice of the Goddess once again. She tells me, “You must let go of the broken places inside, where you protect your heart. You must open up and trust.” As she speaks I see a golden light fill all the cracks and crevices inside the stone, and I can feel the light of the Goddess inside of me, filling all my broken places with her golden light.

My dream archaeology research takes me to Greece, where I find a story about the frog headed nymphs of the Goddess, on the Greek Island of Melos. The God Zeus turned the Meliai nymphs into frogs, for burying the body of Euphorion, who had tried to fly to Heaven.

The island of Melos is also where the famous statue Venus de Milo was discovered, in a volcanic cave.

In my dream, the sword of truth guarding the cave of the Goddess, was of Arabic design.

The ancient seal carved into the egg shaped stone of the Goddess, was not revealed in my dream, but perhaps it could be seen as the 8 pointed star of Ishtar, the seal for Venus.

Valley Reed© 2020

The Moon Goddess and The Green Man

It was on the eve of May Day in 2008, when I had a dream of visiting a school where a celebration going on at the pool and many people were milling about visiting and enjoying themselves. I look across the pool courtyard and saw the door open from the building, and a huge Green Man, with the face, arms and legs of a man, and body of a tree, walks across the patio. I am in the water and I am hiding from him. I am afraid he will see me so, I look up at the sky and focus my attention at the moon, trying to become the moon. My face only shows out of the water and I imagine I will appear as the Moonlight reflecting on the water.  The Green Man walks right over to me and bends down on his knee and extends his hand to me to help me out of the water, and as he extends his hand he tells me “I am your teacher”.  I feel silly that I thought I could hide in the water pretending to be moonlight, from this powerful magical being. I am in awe and afraid at the same time.

One year later, I dream I am at the pool where the moonlight shines on the water.

I realize I am back in the dream of the Green Man.

Only this time I WAS the moonlight, not just pretending. The Green Man offered his hand to help me out of the water, and I flowed from moonlight into the form of a woman, which I now embody. I reflect on the beauty of my naked moonlit body. I am standing before the Green Man and he is still holding my hand. He once again tells me, he is my teacher, as in the original dream. He now offers his back for me to ride on. I climb on this Tree Man and holding his branches we fly upward to the moon. I am reminded of witches flying on broomsticks.

These beautiful dreams remind me how far I have come over the past 8 or 9 years when my dreams opened me to the wild masculine and becoming a moon goddess.

At the time, I was deeply afraid of these connections, because true power can be that way.

The Green Man appeared as a teacher and guide to help me learn not only how to become moonlight and transform into a goddess, but fly to the heavenly lunar realms. I am reflecting on this time of transition during Beltane, when the death of  old man winter is honored and the rebirth of the young and vibrant, wild, masculine is reborn again as consort of the Goddess who brings fertility to the land.

This protective nature of the Green Man as consort is empowered through the sovereignty bestowed through the Goddess. This is ritual of death and rebirth, fertility and renewal, is a ritual of divine union known as Heiros Gamos. The joining together of the Moon Goddess and the Green Man is a sacred marriage of heaven and earth. These are protective powers which are much needed for the Earth at this time and future generations.

May the Blessings of Beltane carry us forth with respect for the land and love for one another, grateful for the past and mindful for the future.

Valley Reed © 2017

 

 

Dance of the Faery Ring on Beltane Eve

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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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