If I may, please..... - 09/18/09 12:23 PM
I would like to share a dream I had last night. I've never posted on the dream forum. Have been very active on the Native American Forum in the recent past; I guess it never occurred to me to post anywhere else.......old dog, new tricks thing, I guess.
anyway I would like to hear what folks have to offer about this; I have my theory.
Bright golden white light - 2 people; me and another - although I did not see who or get a feeling about who the other person was. Maybe me, too......my Spiritual me. I know I was outdoors and I was collecting pure white eagle tail feathers. The eagles were plucking them out themselves and placing them atop tall platforms (almost like burial platforms, but very clean of line and symmetric). I would climb high, high up to gather them - they were beautiful - perfectly shaped, perfectly straight strong white. I remember that even though I was outside a bright, BRIGHT golden white light was all around me and the platforms....as I picked each feather up I remember feeling so humble; like I wasn't worthy of touching it, but knew I was supposed to. After picking each one up, I'd hand it off to another person - the person I never saw. the only other thing I can remember is the number 12, so I'm assuming I gathered 12 of the tail feathers. But the eagles PUT them on the platforms and....like.....WAITED for me to pick them up.
thoughts?
thanks for hearing....er....reading
Conni
anyway I would like to hear what folks have to offer about this; I have my theory.
Bright golden white light - 2 people; me and another - although I did not see who or get a feeling about who the other person was. Maybe me, too......my Spiritual me. I know I was outdoors and I was collecting pure white eagle tail feathers. The eagles were plucking them out themselves and placing them atop tall platforms (almost like burial platforms, but very clean of line and symmetric). I would climb high, high up to gather them - they were beautiful - perfectly shaped, perfectly straight strong white. I remember that even though I was outside a bright, BRIGHT golden white light was all around me and the platforms....as I picked each feather up I remember feeling so humble; like I wasn't worthy of touching it, but knew I was supposed to. After picking each one up, I'd hand it off to another person - the person I never saw. the only other thing I can remember is the number 12, so I'm assuming I gathered 12 of the tail feathers. But the eagles PUT them on the platforms and....like.....WAITED for me to pick them up.
thoughts?
thanks for hearing....er....reading
Conni