made a decision last night about this closed door.
not sure why it matters, but according to the one i spoke with in the dream, it is imperative.
so. done.
oddly enough, i’ve been thinking of her a lot lately. the reason this is odd is simply that i didn’t know i knew she existed. yet i knew her name. and her purpose. and her appearance.
very odd indeed.
i suppose i should document the dream. somewhat anyway. there are parts she told me i’m not allowed to even say, let alone post. bleh. mostly chants. just as well, i don’t think i remember them anyway.
met her in the forest. near the base of a really big mountain. she was dancing in the middle of The Fire. she knew i was there even with her back to me. she looked like my worst nightmare. but somehow i knew she was a friend.
she never stopped dancing. somehow that was right, too. she was chanting and the thing she was chanting resonated through me and out into the larger world… but i could feel it.. ripples… epicenter inside her, inside The Fire, but flaring out in pulses… washed over me like springtime, like an avalanche, like molten lava, like the ocean.
she ‘spoke’ in images. hard to describe. told me she was the reason. i didn’t need to ask ‘the reason for what’. i knew. that much i remember. i know.
she ‘told’ me to put her image here.
i woke instantly. and got right up out of bed to see to it.
i stuck close to her words and meaning. no elaboration. none needed.
she dances. protector and transformer. a great blessing and comfort.