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| Naturally, I Google searched "Shamanic DreamTime" & this was the first image that came up |
You haunt my dreams.
This morning, it was an ambling,
lucid dream that began with my High Priest,
whose warrior strength I had just physically nuzzled into.
Just as Raven medicine foretold, he shape-shifted.
First, it was into the form of one of my mentors.
A powerful woman, she has carved out her rightful place in this world
sharing music - specifically the drum and its rhythms - as medicine.
I spent yesterday working side-by-side with her, admiring her maturity.
Wishing it for myself.
In my dream, she openly inquired why I was snuggling so closely up to her
female form.
Next, my parents appeared, asking that I share my shadow behavior around money
more openly with others. You were there, then, laying in an opposite bed. My mother
motioned positively to your presence and I chuckled - honestly acknowledging your destructive ways
without shame or guilt. It is simply what it is. (And you laughed, too.)
Then, the scene changed again and we were out of doors, in a muddy field where a bonfire roared.
I was trying to make my way over to you.
The path was boggy, friendly dogs were at my heels and my snake amulet - which I wear with an air of royalty on my right arm during this Waking time - fell into a mud pit. Attempting to retrieve it, I wound up with mud up to my shins and a thick coat of it covering my hair.
I was displeased, especially since
I never made it to your side.
