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10. Spirit of the 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
     Above           Owl            Deception
     Below           Turtle        Mother Earth
     Within          Swan         Grace

     Left              Hawk
     Right            Bear

Into the cave. Not clear most of the time. Palatial at times. Glowing, jewel-like. I first see a green light. Before long I realize that what I will find in this cave is my mother. I weep. The cave is sometimes full of stalactites and stalagmites. I have to put on various ceremonial robes. Within all the swirling is the realization that I am reliving my life backwards - to infancy - to birth - the cave is a womb. I am reborn.


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