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Pictures from Dreams
June 27, 2008by Jeffrey Pierce
Nearly 2,700 miles later and we finally are back in our own bed. The honeymoon isn't quite over yet (we aren't picking the kids up until Sunday and have some ideas of how we'd like to share that time together), but after driving through most of Oregon and parts of California, Nevada, and Arizona, we're finally safe at home.
Bri and I intentionally went without a plan, instead allowing Spirit to guide us as the miles flew past. Hotel after hotel slashed their rates for us. A Native American forest ranger volunteered directions (and a map) to a secluded campsite and we camped on the north rim of the Grand Canyon in complete and utter solitude. Every time we needed something, it immediately appeared before us and both Briana and I found ourselves humbly grateful and filled to overflowing with blessings and thanks at every turn.
What was interesting is that I've been dreaming of the Southwest since I was child of three or four years of age. In one of the dreams, something that I'll write about in more detail in the future, I came out of a tunnel in the side of a rock formation and tumbled toward the earth below. As I fell, just before waking up, I spied the landscape around me. It was a desolate, rugged sandstone environment, very similar to the American Southwest.
As we were driving across either Arizona or Nevada (it all starts to blur together), I saw a collection of cliffs in the distance.
"Those look just like the cliffs from my dream when I was a kid," I remarked to Bri. "The one where I road my Big Wheel out of the cave and fell toward the earth below."
Sure enough, there was a cave in the center of the cliff.
A cave appears in a rock formation Jeffrey dreamt of more than three decades ago.
Briana has been dreaming about white horses for years and, much like my cave, we encountered one white horse after another, the last running free along the side of the highway. The entire trip was rich with symbolic and spiritual significance for both Bri and I and we grew by leaps and bounds as we traveled together.
Bri has been dreaming of white horses for years - and they regularly appeared before us.
It was that sort of trip. We walked in the footsteps of Native Americans, explored pioneer ruins, and pondered cave paintings. Blessed at every turn, we're glad to be home, ready to dig in, share what we've learned, do the work we've been called to do, and give as much as possible to you, our magickal family.