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9. Spirit of Voice in the River


In and out of sleep.

Dreamed that I was reporting this dream to the group - holding up an egg - perfect in every detail and luminous. It catches light and holds it, changing into rainbow colors. The egg is also and eye. I associate the phrase “Eye of the storm” with this eye/egg.

I’m in a large meadow. There are wild strawberries everywhere and I am enjoying eating them immensely. A large crow flies low overhead and I decide to follow. She leads me through some woods to the entrance to a cave.

       East     Weasel      Stealth
       South    Frog         Cleansing
       West     Grouse      Sacred Spiral
        North    Spider       Weaving