Today, as I was reviewing the recording from my last session with my own spiritual counselor/tarot reader, a very large yellow insect kept bobbing around outside the window by my desk. The session I was listening to had much to do with the root chakra and ancestral karmic healing that I’ve been working on, and insights and affirmations came in about both my physical and my spiritual lineages from ancient Celtic tribes of strong female seers and goddess-warrior women. When I was done this bright yellow messenger came closer to the window and rested on the window sill just long enough for me to see who/what it was – a queen paper wasp.
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I was reviewing my dream journals from the past couple of years today. Dreams can be so elusive, troubling, magical, and downright weird, but it is during these times of review, especially of dreams long forgotten – ones that I had not pondered about for days, weeks, even months as I am prone to do – that new insights and a deeper understanding of the messages of the dreams become clear like water.
One very short, yet profound dream entry from almost exactly a year ago struck me. It is one of those very rare “dreams” if you can call them that, where I physically hear a voice say something to me just as I am waking up. It was the same confident female voice that all these audible dreams have for me, and all she said was:
The hard water is done; now it will be soft.
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