Many of us dream. Big. Lucidly. We wake at times not remembering our dreams although we knew that when we did dream, it was a message, it was important, it was meant to teach us a lesson. I recommend writing down your dreams when you remember them. They may not make sense. This doesn't matter. Keep a dream journal and write down every aspect of them.
I choose to write this post today because recently, I dreamt of something so beautiful that I could literally draw all of the aspects of this dream with my beautiful pastels (they're still in the box, unused, I am having drawing block, never been artistic and failed art class in high school).
So, how about I share this dream with you all?
Firstly, I had been led to white magick. I'm not sure how. But one day, I picked up something and it felt like home to me. I decided to create an altar in my home and join with many like minded souls that practised witchcraft. Now, to some, there's a definite fear in it. It's the fear of the unknown and a misinterpretation or not being educated enough on the subject. Can I just say, make up your own mind about different things, don't listen to everyone else. Have your own thoughts and open your mind up a bit to different things in life other than those material aspects of your life. Live simply.
I am still learning, learning, learning. I'm sure it will take years. So, put away your hollywood movies people. And remember, that white magick harms none. I have done spellcastings on new beginnings, prosperity and growth. And yes, it has indeed come back threefold, for some information about magick, please see this post MAGICK.
Now, getting back to magick. Being a witch. This dream was like icing on a cake to me and I knew that I was indeed a witch or something even bigger in a past life.
I did a past life meditation before sleep and I asked to be given the information in a dream. I never knew it could be so amazingly uplifting, nor did I know that this dream would change my life forever. But it has.
I was in a forest. It was dark. But the moon was FULL. I was climbing, I had dirt on my hands, I was trying to find the 'right path' through the forest. I could feel the dirt on my hands, I could smell the forest, I could hear the twigs underneath my feet crackling as I walked. The path seemed rugged and at times, it led me in different directions. But I was led to a clearing. I could see the large tree roots, coming out of the ground and attached to huge, ancient trees. Then I saw a huge pool of water, in this clearing. The rocks were wet and the Full Moon was shining on the water. There bathed about 12 women, they were all naked. They were laughing. They were performing a Full Moon Ritual in their nakedness, all together. They were from a particular Coven. They all joked and remained about 2 metres from each other, all treading water ever so calmly and in a form of a circle. They didn't see me. I hid behind a tree but watched them as they valued their bodies, all different shapes and sizes, I could feel their pure acceptance and their love for their own selves. And how their love also spilled out to the Full Moon, to the Earth, to each other, as friends, in union, with each other.
I watched them for a while and then I had to move on. So off I went, delving deeper into the forest, feeling lost one more time, the Full Moon shone through the tall trees and I could make out a path in front of me. Anxiety set in and I suddenly felt alone, I felt good being close to those women bathing in the water because I wasn't the only one in the forest, but now they were long gone and I heard nothing but owls and creatures of the forest that come out at night. It was actually quite noisy, I was alone but I wasn't. Suddenly, the anxiety turned to fear. I sat down on a rock and didn't know whether I could keep going.
Then, two wolves surrounded me and I was more scared than anything. I managed to get up the tree, I'm not sure how, I don't remember climbing. But I was up there and looking down on these wolves. They weren't growling but I felt very frightened of them whilst I stayed up there for a while and they circled the base of the tree, looking up at me.
Then something changed, I felt at ease with these two animals. I felt total trust in the wolf and came down from the tree, they welcomed me and stood beside me, one on each side. They led me down the path and suddenly, it felt easy, the Full Moon was beautiful and we kept walking, together for what seemed like an eternity. The forest was thinning and we were coming out of it, to a beautiful large area of green grass, that seemed to stretch on forever. I stopped, I looked behind me. I saw the opening to the forest and it was magnificent. I said goodbye to these wolves and I was on my way.
I felt like I was a witch in this dream, I felt like the wolves understood my purpose, what I was learning, the need for me to go raw, deep, inside this forest and find myself, my purpose and face my fears.
I feel like the wolf, is indeed my totem animal. I felt a great association with them, they were my friends, they were there the help. Now, reading Lucy Cavendish's Shapeshifters Book, the wolf who changes with the Moon, will teach you how to howl to the sky, to feel and release - how to be free, be wild, and dance the pain out, reach up and touch the bliss of sheer existence. Wolves are fearlessly alive: alive, they embrace it all. They commit fully and fearlessly to this life - they teach us we are blessed by simply being able to take in one sweet deep breath. They ask us to find our pack, find our people, find the like-minded souls who are our true family. Recall your instinctive wisdom, and cease overriding your natural knowledge with logic and learned "advice". We are so strong, and we are so deeply connected to the lunar cycles.
Thank you for letting me share something so special to me.
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