Dreaming Heart So...I think it all began when a friend of a friend whom I consider to be a friend of mine also started to make Dream Catchers as a hobby. She was making them out of wool and they were just lovely. I thought to myself, "what a lovely thing to do, what a lovely hobby to have". I loved them so much I purchased 2 of them. I didn't know it then, but a little seed had been planted.
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.
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.
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