Pilachi_Sketch [ BLOG ]

I am not really sure of what to make of all of these things that I am learning about / dreaming about… but it is exponentially building faith and confidence in my abilities to trust my instincts.

I have [most recently] dreamt about corn. I have dreamt about learning to harness the wind… to spread my arms and fly above the land like a winged bird… a hawk… and I have dreamt [among other things] about golden western sunshine.

Now, I have found this… in my ongoing quest for sacred knowledge… now I am beginning to delve into absolutely fascinating dreams about a character defined as “Changing Woman” from Native American culture.

It is safe to say that I have no idea who Changing Woman is [but as I learnt yesterday, I know that I dreamt about her eight years ago this month].

When I read the story of Changing Woman, it is a story that I know… almost as though I wrote the story myself. It is incredibly uncanny. I have no idea what to do with this information.

I have no idea what any of this means… but I am learning to really trust the ramifications of my instincts, almost overnight.

“…The Holy People then said that, after their departure from this ceremony, they would never be seen in person again but that their presence would be manifest in the sound of the wind [níyol], the feathers [ats'os] of an eagle ['atsá], in various birds [naat'a'gii], the growth of the corn [naadaa]…” [article]

Why of all times in life am I having dreams about corn… if not to show me that there is much to learn?