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Tuesday, May 17, 2011

My first Dream Catcher...


Dream catchers are arts and crafts of the Native American people. The original web dream catcher of the Ojibwa was intended to teach natural wisdom. Nature is a profound teacher. Dream catchers of twigs, sinew, and feathers have been woven since ancient times by Ojibwa people. They were woven by the grandfathers and grandmothers for newborn children and hung above the cradleboard to give the infants peaceful, beautiful dreams. The night air is filled with dreams. Good dreams are clear and know the way to the dreamer, descending through the feathers. The slightest movement of the feathers indicated the passage of yet another beautiful dream. Bad dreams, however, are confused and confusing. They cannot find their way through the web and are trapped there until the sun rises and evaporates them like the morning dew.


“When birds fall from the sky and the animals are dying, a new tribe of people shall come unto the earth from many colors, classes, creeds, who by their actions and deeds shall make the earth green again. They will be known as the warriors of the Rainbow.” ~Hopi prophecy


Last night I slept with a dream catcher over my bed gifted to me by Sunita Lillywhite. I dreamed of vortexes, tunnel and tunnels of them, all in swirling colours, with me inside flying by... just gliding from one tunnel to the next... lost. I wondered if this was the beginning of the end for me. Felt like Alice for a bit... Just couldn't get my head around how deep the rabbit hole was gonna go.

The dream catcher is working hand-in-hand with the Good Shepherd to get his lost sheep find her way back home.

Thank you, is all I can say.

4 comments:

Apurva said...

Hi chelu,,

After a long time..
would be good to go thr the rabbit hole though..

say what....

Chelsea said...

I'm in it :D

Nosferatu said...

Heart Open and venerable
The passion could not hold
Tear down the manhood
Embrace new , toss out the old.

Explain to me, oh heart
That would use and lead
Only come to a point
Turn against all agreed

The heart that drew cold
Never caring one scruple
It would destroy a soul.

Seek the only solace
Should any be found ...
Done one today , tomorrow
The wisdom ancient and sound...

Chelsea said...

moo you know you really should start writing - i could link your blog to mine.. that way you have a record of all your posts... what say?