PSS Spell-correct took over my second dream . . reposting here--
On Wed, Mar 28, 2012 at 4:20 PM, Grace wrote:
PS i bow and bless the sacred nine directions
On Wed, Mar 28, 2012 at 4:19 PM, Grace wrote:
White Buffalo Calf Woman and Hoops,
I was going to share these with you all. Have been zipping about like a hummingbird . . .or like a lightening bolt or something fast . . . . stopping for a moment to say something here.
#1 Since Mother Nation theme has been beating down my door lately . . . i remembered this dream from awhile back (when i had meaningful dreams that i remembered) I need to understand this group better, as i seem to run into them (or they try to run me over) quite a bit . . . .
So in my dream i was sitting with these older african women. They were happy to see me and we were all having a good time. Then they all lined up and tilted their heads to the sky and opened their mouths and sang. Not a song like Old macDonald or anything like that it was a sound song, i will call them, as the sounds were the meaning. . . seems there is lots of song like communication in my dreams. Wish i spoke 'Song' better =^)
#2 i entered the dream as a person, a female, but looked nothing like me and was very fat - i am sloth-like in comparison. I had like gold/blondish hair, long and was dressed in black. i was with another person, a male, (human form), he was in front of me. But nothing sexist or anything like that . . . no monkey business here!we were running through buildings and stuff, fighting. We were warriors or something like that. This world was very dry, with sand and dirt, buildings, some shrubbery. Kinda overcast feel to it, but not in a cloudy way . . .like the air was sorta reddish hued. There were other people living here. We were fighting these giant robotic like creatures - machines that would snatch people up and may have been responsible for the drought like feel of the place . . .at any rate i watched one land from above and grab someone. They were very large.
Blessed Song I give to you, to know the Sacred Blue. The home that we long to know true, the loving Blue (heart knowing relatives). Where distance is just a call, when you need all that's water fall (tears) and spring will light up inside your heart to find the blue, red illumination's call (finding your spirit)...aho, may your spirit fly! http://groups.google.com/