A Dreamers Vortex

Vision

Wildflower Revolution and a second blog (but i prefer WordPress)

Wildflower Revolution and a second blog (but i prefer WordPress).

Advertisements

Morning Blessings, Yoga, Meditations and a good ol’ skip in the morning dew. How i start my day.

Morning Blessings, Yoga, Meditations and a good ol’ skip in the morning dew. How i start my day..


Ayahuasca Journey II

Ayahuasca Journey II.


Ayahuasca – snippets from my Ayahuasca journal 2013

Ayahuasca – snippets from my Ayahuasca journal 2013.


Wiccan chant to empower your morning brew

Empowering your morning brew. Place powerhand over the liquid and chant:

A little luck, a touch of the wild

A little joy, a hint of style

At work and play, throughout my day

All good things shall come my way.


My Power Animal – Wolf

From a very early age i’ve known my power animal. He came to me in a dream, and hasn’t left my vision since. I remember the dream vividly…

 

Wandering alone deep in a dense forest, I found myself hunted by what I could see as a mixture of beasts and humans. I hid behind the thick trunks of the trees to be unseen. Every step I took led me away from the hunters, but didn’t keep them at bay. I finally ran out of the forest to face a beautiful Native American lady, accompanied by the most beautiful wolf I had ever seen. He was proud looking, handsome and confident, yet kind, loving and content. Behind them led to another closing of dense forest and what felt to be complete safety. The lady smiled at me whilst she stroked the top of the animals head. I could hear danger sneaking up behind me. Wind blew softly through the small opening of grass, taking with it soft smoke. Before I knew it, the hunters caught up and reached out to grab me, when suddenly my position changed completely, not of my accord. I stood where the Native American lady had stood, right next to the wolf. The hunters came to sharp halt and faded away in an instant. More wolves appeared in a line as if to show their power. They then slowly disappeared as I placed my hand softly on his head to say thank you. It felt as though a cord connected us both, forever bound. I remember how the light shimmered and softly glowed, creating gold and yellow fusions of dancing beauty. The grass was lush, the trees sprung wisdom, and that’s when I knew this wolf chose me.

 

I wish I could paint my power animal, but I’m afraid I wouldn’t be able to do him justice. But these will do for now.

Artist – Lisa Hunt