Then sometime after that, I'm not sure how long, we were at our favourite camp site. All around us were strangler vines hanging down. They were quite thick. I thought to myself and said to my husband. "I can make something out of those vines". Next thing I knew, I was cutting a long piece off and I just began to weave. It felt so organic and completely natural like I had done it before. I felt so happy with what I was creating. I said, "I can make Dream Catchers out of these". And that's it really. I weaved about half a dozen circles that afternoon and took them home with me. Then I googled how to do the webbing, and that's it really. It was that easy.
Now, there is another part of this story that has added the magick to what I do. This happened around the same time. I'm not sure if it was before or after I started making Dream Catchers. It happened in deep meditation on the day I was being initiated into Reiki 1.. Whilst in deep meditation, I was asked to imagine my guide standing behind me. (I always felt I was guided, but until then I had never seen my guide). The presence who came in for me was a strong, masculine Native Indian. He stood behind me with his hands on my shoulders. His touch & his presence was very, very loving. I felt comforted by him. He radiated love and I got that he was a Healer. All was going along very nicely. Then all of a sudden, he slit my throat! (Did I tell you, I am a very visual person?) O.M.G!! W.T.F? Why? It completely stunned & shocked me and took me aback. Gasp!! As he did this, the words came..."You can trust". "You can trust." It was so clear and I immediately felt o.k. Still stunned, but o.k, confused, but o.k. I can trust.
When we all came out of meditation we were asked to share our stories if we wanted. Others' stories were nice, mine...not so nice. I didn't really want to share my story, but I needed my teacher's perspective on it. After I told them what happened, my teacher looked me in the eyes and asked, "Do you have trouble expressing yourself?" Yes, I do. Do you have trouble trusting that what you say is worthy & knowing? Do you cut yourself off? Yes I do. She advised that spirit talks to us via visuals and metaphors. I was relieved. And I got the message loud and clear!
My guide has been with me ever since. I have named him "Zephoria". I trust that is his name, but I can't be sure. I trust. He often appears in my meditations, not always. I feel he is with me when I create. I feel he guides me and is very pleased with our work. He is a healer. He is pleased that we put our healing energy into our work. I feel he is with me now as I write this. He is smiling. I have tears...again. I love him so. He has changed my life.
In a past life regression, I was once a male native indian healer also. Perhaps that is where I met Zephoria. Perhaps I am him? My life as this healer was one of loneliness. I was both revered & feared due to my powerful healing abilities. Out of respect, I was kept separate from the tribe. Close by but separate. I still have healing to do in regard to this. I find now that I have a love/hate relationship with healing. I want to do it, but it also brings up a lot of emotion for me. Hence I offer it, but don't pursue it.
I feel I best offer my healing via my art. It is so special, different, unique and powerful. It comes from both me & Zephoria. It is our creation. They are all our creations. I feel honoured to be doing what I do. It's very sacred.