Another Goddess Dream


Years ago, many years ago, I was in a bad patch.

I dreamed one night that I was in a dark corner of my basement and surrounded by 3 women. Who were chanting over me and honoring me. Gosh that helped.

I have had many dreams since. Driving cars, rummaging in attics, rummaging in basements. Always searching and releasing fears. I dream that I am flying above the earth, that I have the ability to soar.

I dreamed of my sister speaking to me from a heavenly tree, I dreamed of the cosmos.

Gotta love dreams

The other night I had another Goddess dream.

The beginning is cloudy, some strife, some sadness, some inner struggle.

I found myself lying on a bed, in a room that was reached by stairs. A man was sitting on a chair beside the bed, telling me how wrong I was, how I had done evil things. The thing is, all I had done in my dream was heal things, I healed furniture, people. I utilized help, but apparently by utilizing help I was being a whore. Whatevs.

Beside me on the bed was a soapy humanoid figure and I was trying to put her back together, trying to add pieces and parts to heal her. All the time though, I was being berated, told about my stupid, evil, errors.

However, Goddesses soon appeared, running in one at a time. Women from books I have read, the strong heroes. They proceeded to diminish the person berating me. Saying I was wonderful, a natural healer, a great person. The end, oh my gosh I love this end. The woman from the Ghostbusters movie, the one with the women, Leslie Jones, rushed in. shouting oh no you don’t you don’t hurt my girlfriend.

I woke after that, and I am still smiling, still joyful.

In my gratitude journal I wrote immediately,

“I have learned I can heal myself. I have the power and spirit of the universe in me. I am a Goddess.”

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