Forest

Leaves and branches with their canopy thoughts,
pull darkness into the woods like water from the soil.
They dream dark dreams of quiet places,
where the birds fly in slow motion across the star studded sky.
There is no rush of stream nearby,
no roads for fast cars to skate along.
There are only trees with dark leaves that tremble in the wind,
burrowing down in the darkness.
Their lullabye-
the sighing of the wind and
the rustle of night wings.

The Guardian

Where forest meets road, when the moon shines dim in the morning light…I am a light in the darkness, a darkness in the light. Call to me when your heart is breaking and your blood spills to feed the earth. I will answer you. It may be in the curve and sweep of a copperhead, it may be in the blue of a bunting’s wings but I will answer. Look for me in the liminal places, the places that belong to neither air nor earth, water nor fire and I will be there, arms wide open to pull you into my embrace.

Journal: Erik Bear (Bjorn)

I went to my community meditation and was able to connect with one of my oldest and dearest Guides but one who I actually don’t know much about.

Northern lights.

Hug. Furs. Large, beard. He saw me with love but he also saw his wife, me from a past life.

I hugged him, he held me close under his chin. He was easy, comfortable, mine. I knew he was brutal too though. Not to me but in life.

I asked him about tarot reading and he reminded me that I was a village wise woman. I could see myself through his eyes, messy dirty blond hair, the dress. I wasn’t necessarily a high ranking shaman or mystic but the people in my village often came to me for spiritual help. The Lynx was my guide, my companion in that life.

He gave me an amethyst ball.

Journal: Rose Bush

We planted our rose bush before our daughter was born.

I had a dream I was sitting under the rose bush, the leaves are starting to come out but not full yet. I was talking to it, so happy and loving that the vines I had rooted were taking root. Worms, sitting close to the thorns, watching the worms and all that rich dirt. My daughter was sitting above me looking down, she was little, toddler age and her boots were supported against the rose bush. It was such a sweet moment.

Journal:Amethyst dreams

In my twenties, I dreamed that I was walking through the woods and there were small streams of amethyst with larger crystal structures around. It was enchanting and I woke up feeling their magick and beauty. I’ve never forgotten that dream.

In another dream I had last year, my house had a high dome ceiling and it was wonderful to fly and not worry about other people seeing me. Usually in my dreams, I can fly very high and wherever I want but I have to stay hidden from other humans. When I landed I found a quiet corner and there was a tall amethyst rock, like a geode, grey on the outside, that cracked vertically. I took the pieces apart like a puzzle and inside were thin sheets of amethyst. I held them up to the light and sang to them. My voice was their voice. I was an amethyst fairy. It felt wonderful…light and sweet, kind and centered.  

Journal: Cougar Vision

The night before last I pulled the Cougar card for my psychic journey. Before sleep, I had a vision that Bast, the great cougar swallowed me up and released me into the cosmos. At first, I thought why am I here, what am I here to learn? Then, I became my Isa aquamarine dragon and soared higher, farther. When I got far out into the stars, I settled in and just floated, enjoying the quiet of thinking and doing nothing.

Journal: Isa, stillness

Today I went to my community meditation group. I had anxiety on the way. I’ve had anxiety for a few weeks now. The physical symptoms are starting to wane since the opening and releasing of my heart chakra last night. It was a guided meditation where we went to our sacred place and a light bring came to us. Joy.  Mine was a dragon, light blue energy dragon. 

He held me with great tenderness. I went up into him, his great pale blue light. Tethered. Baby steps. Then we shifted in my form but in blue energy and slowly drifted down. My dragon didn’t leave me rather we stayed together as one. I went to Joy and slowly took my bodily form again. I asked him his name and thought Ice. Isa. Isa. 

Stillness.