There are many rooms in my fathers house, and many paths in my mothers forest.

This is a little story on a dear friend and sister in the craft, her name is Dream weaver. She is a Tsalagi metis, translated in to white mans language that is a Cherokee mix. There are a few other cultures in her family’s background and they all have their strong influence. But today I want to share a bit of the native American side we often talk about.

Living in the states, working hard to make a living, there is still the touch of the wise forefathers that keeps her standing. They  talk to her, not only in her dreams.

Through symbolism they make her see things that are going on in the world. This symbolism reaches from the native American signs all the way over to the Celtic symbolism and everything in between. That of course includes shamanic signs, like animal spirits who come and talk to her. There is a white Wolfe, an Owl, a hawk, a buffalo and a bear. All of them are white when they enter her chakra or aura field, when they become a part of her they transform into white. Many of the animals are guardians to her chakra gates, there is mastodon over her crown chakra, a rhino over her third eye, and a dragon at her feet.

We seem to have the same animal guardian spirit, the cougar. In the past it has spoken to us both on the same day.

Because her ability’s and knowledge stretch very far she also uses other tools, like runes. To Dream weaver they are very much alive and speak their wisdom to her. They really are living things, companions, although they are not really native American.

To me that is one of the more important things about spirituality in today’s world. Take good things from all four corners of the world and in between and make them fit into your own world to help you make it a better place.

So Dream weaver, tell me about your first powwow?

let us see

I worked outside for the city and I would find things in ditches

I found a rock with a picture on it and an stone axe head

I was dreaming many dreams

I had awoken from a long sleep

many things were happening here

much older than the native American culture

I am priestess of place of this holy land

I am the priestess of the geni loci here and the guardian of this portal

the land and I are one, the land will not let me go

I heard about a powwow coming back to Rome

so ,I go to my first powwow in this place in this lifetime

the rock led me to the first powwow, it was the first one in many years

this has been maybe a decade ago

I had begun studying massage as well at this time

I take the stone to the powwow

the man doesn’t charge me to get in

the drums stir my soul

I saw an apache mix dancing and I could see the ancestors dancing with him

he didn’t know they were there

so ,I am walking with the stone to the pavilion in the park here

and all of a sudden I am no longer in this place

I am having a waking vision

these are rare and terrible

because I am reliving what had gone before

I am suffocating, I cant breath we are being sucked down into the earth

I see something like a dinosaur

I have awakened the white dragon

we become one from that day on

where I walk, walks the dragon

the white dragon, the crystal dragon.

once awoken from this “d once awoken from this “dream” I went home almost immediately.

to be continued......