Last night I had a dream unlike any other. I dreamed of a cold dark room full of people, sadness all around me. I felt chills running down my arms as the sensation of despair drains my body of love, light, and the human essences. The Cold stillness of People Stuck held Suspended in Life, like Statues Incapable of Human Emotion. Too Sad to move to stuck to try.
I stood up from my chair and began to weave in and out of them pulling and shaping them to dance again. Embracing some for a warm healing hug, while others just to stand next to them and be present in their swirling trauma. Music began to play first Only I could hear it, then as the bodies began to move and allow the love back inside they too heard the whispers and felt the connection.
My Grey Dress turned to a bright golden color with stones beginning to show Amethyst, Emeralds, and Garnets glowing brightly as the healing dance grows stronger. The Sigils slowly taking shapes on my dress, as a code, a manuscript of instructions to read and share with others lost in this same space. The stronger the movements had become the stronger the color and vibrational energy had grown. Breathing Life back into the room of lost people again. Purple fire swirling around comforting them providing a safe space. It spreads like a Wild Fire across the room in, out and around each of them. Rising and Falling like Air into the Lungs.
Each spin, pulling the cords up from Mama Earth and handing them to each Woman. Teaching her how to pull the Life Cord back inside, How to Reconnect with Spirit, How to find her Sensual Center as a Wild Woman.
How to Reconnect with Mama Earth, to breath in the Golden Fire of Life and Exhale the BULLSHIT! The Grey Matter. The Negative Self Talk.
The Room slowly transformed into Bright, Brillant Shades of Golden, Garnets, Emeralds, Sapphires. The Radiant Warmth from the Fire of the Belly, The Wombspace. I heard my Grandmother’s Voice Whisper in my Ear “Rise Up Wild Woman and Embrace the Dance of Your Wild Soul. I Love you Tinkerbell.”
I woke up From the Deepest and Most well-rested Sleep my Insomniac Soul has ever received.
Today I sit here holding my stones, slipping my tea and typing gearing up to bare myself for the world to see. The Undoing of a Woman who constantly craved the approval of those who were Undeserving of her time, her energy and most of all her love.
The Rewilding of a Woman Reconnected to Her Magic, Her Power, Her Center. A girlfriend of mine once asked me “I feel you’re a Powerful Woman But I do not really see you in your true form. Do you have Fur? Do you have scales like a reptile or Do you have feathers to fly?”
At that moment In life, I could not answer for I did not know yet myself. Today I feel My Fur and My Feathers the Shape of the body as a Woman and the Wild Self Inside Present, Alive and Thriving again as never before.
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