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Copied from my archives... seems timely!
The BEAR-FUL poem, chant, song, dance: (If you have a djembe drum (caps=full palm in center, lower case=taps on outer edge), beat ONE, two, three, four; ONE, two, three, four... LISTen to the HEART beat <three four>, LISTen to the HEART beat <three four>... somehow, as I played the rhythm and chanted, a tune started forming, like all on it's own. I was so happy! It's great for dancing too! See the dream that inspired it below!) This dream was one of my unintentional incubations, by the way. I had been reading an article about hypothyroidism the day before, and the article depicted the thyroid gland as a butterfly on the woman's throat. I casually asked my guide if my current tiredness was thyroid related, and the dream says no! Nor is my problem with fibrositis (the butterfly on my arm, where the muscles hurt if I eat too much animal protein, from acid buildup) permanent. What I need is exercise... to dance! So, it was another healing dream! The song: LISTEN TO THE HEART BEAT! Listen to the heart beat! Listen to the heart beat! Listen to the heart beat! Ursa Major dances Around the Northern Star, Pointing Home to Center And Spirit's open door. Listen to the heart beat! Listen to the heart beat! Listen to the heart beat! Indian Elder dances Beneath the Northern Star, Seeks healing introspection, Protection from Bete Noir. Listen to the heart beat! Listen to the heart beat! Listen to the heart beat! Little Bear is dancing In a circle made of white. He knows the solution: Stay connected to the Light! Listen to the heart beat! Listen to the heart beat! Listen to the heart beat! Butterflies dance 'round them, Land on painful sites, Drawing out the poisons, Making things all right. Listen to the heart beat! Listen to the heart beat! Listen to the heart beat! Lady Dreamer dances! She knows the way home! She knows Spirit loves her; She's never all alone. Listen to the heart beat! Listen to the heart beat! Listen to the heart beat! © 2006 The Dream that inspired it: Indian Elder, Mini-Bear, and Butterfly Tattoo Dream; Dec. 21, 2005 I dreamed I left a house through the back door, going out through the kitchen and into a large enclosed sun porch. The kitchen and shingled outer wall of the house were behind me. I saw another door to my right, also against a shingled wall, and I thought that it went into a living room. Ahead of me, there was a wall that was all glassed in above say hip level. Below that was bare wood, so the porch wasn't insulated for winter. To my left there was a glass door leading out to steps that went out into the yard, and a window on either side of the door. The walls to my left and right were shorter than the ones behind and in front of me, so the porch was shaped like a rather long rectangle. Under the windows in front of me, there was a long wooden table, roughly handmade, with wide planks joined together, and it seemed as if it was oiled rather than varnished. It looked very old, and the wood was highly polished in places from lots of use and cleaning. I did not see/notice any other furnishings on the porch at all, though in the dream, I actually thought we/they probably brought chairs out to picnic at the table in the summer. I stood and looked out the door to my left, where there was a large field surrounded by a stone wall, and noticed a Native American man whom I thought was an Elder, and he was dressed in a fringed buckskin shirt and boots. He had quite long white hair, and was sort of barrel-chested, tall and stocky. I thought his skin was very light, and that he was only part Indian. He was dancing, some sort of sacred dance I thought, and very involved in what he was doing. The field looked as it would here in winter, with the grass short and more brown than green. The trees were bare. I then noticed that on the table in front of me, someone had drawn or painted a circle in white. In the center of the circle, there was a miniature bear, which looked like a real live bear, not a teddy bear, but it was no taller than the palm of my hand. (Which I just measured, and is seven inches long from the base near my wrist to the tip of my middle finger... I've got big hands!) Now the strange thing is that the bear was exactly imitating the Indian's movements. Whatever way the Indian would turn or bend or sway, the bear would do exactly the same thing. They were completely in synch. I also noticed that at the edge of the circle closest to me, there was placed a small oval black stone. At one point, I picked up the stone, and when I did, the bear stopped dancing and was motionless, although the Indian Elder was still dancing. When I tried setting it down again over to the right side of the circle, he still didn't move. I got worried that I'd broken something, some kind of connection, and put the stone back close to me, and the bear began again to dance with the Indian. Then it was as if there was one of those instant scene shifts, though I think it was the same dream, because the Indian Elder was still in the dream, but he was now on the porch with me. There was also a woman and a small boy there. I don't think I saw the bear at all during this part. Somehow, I was looking at this woman, and trying to prove that a tattoo of a butterfly on her throat was fake. I had at this point one of those temporary tattoos, also of a butterfly, on my upper arm. Her tattoo butterfly was mostly red; mine was mostly yellow. I took a piece of fabric (don't know where I got it) that was sort of chiffon and gathered, white I think, and I told the boy to go up to the woman and rub it on the tattoo on her throat, and see if it would rub off. The Indian Elder just stood patiently to the side, watching all this, but I was very aware of his presence there. The boy did as I asked and when he took the cloth away from her throat, there was all this red on the cloth. I knew then it wasn't a real tattoo. End of Dream... I woke up! |
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. . .well that was long and interresting, love the song though
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Well dreams can inspire us. They tap into our deeper spiritual side. Like little plays which tap into and portray the current state of our emotions.
You seem to understand your dreams all to well. --------------- A dream guide to help people understand what has triggered their dream http://www.dreamsymbolism.info |