Over the past few years, I’ve been remembering some of the vivid dreams I have. As soon as I wake up, I write them into the Notes on my phone, in as much detail as I can remember.
Sometimes they pop back into my head and I look them up, ruminating about what they might be indicating to me in my waking, conscious life.
This is one of those occasions.
DREAM - May 11, 2024 - 7:54 am
Bunch of people in a large house.
Older man in charge.
We were investigating two men.
There were links from the past.
A brown and white puppy, no one seemed to be paying attention to, but me.
Something happened and the house quickly shifted into a castle, the top tower fell on its side and I was in it, and had to grab onto grass to pull myself up.
Near a big body of water, where there was a beach.
As I was hanging on to the grass, my feet almost touched the water on the beach, but I pulled myself back up.
I was asked to speak at an award or fancy event near the end of the dream.
Pieces of the case kept being revealed and I figured out a big piece of the case.
The castle was under the house. The house had been built over the castle to hide it.
I remember it so clearly.
When I open myself up to receive inspiration, I figure out more about how we have silenced, erased and forgotten the experience of so many people from the past: Women, Indigenous folx, Queer folx, Black folx, Asian folx, Indian folx, Disabled folx. And of course, that continues today.
There has been intention. There were decisions made. There is history that was literally buried to hide the evidence.
Truth.
What is our collective truth? What is the truth of the human race? Where does it exist? How do we find it? What has been done to avoid, push down, evade, manipulate, mold it?
We are all witnesses. We are all here to witness.
What truths have you witnessed but chose to look away? What ways have you chosen to soften the truth you know?
I feel we are living in times that will redefine humans; when systems that held people under water will crumble.
The silence is broken.
Divine feminine power returns.
And so it is.