Dreams, Healing, and Reincarnation

imageDreams can be very powerful healing experiences. We are not restricted by the left brain, the mind, in the Dreamtime. We move through space and time, as well as processing feelings and emotions. Dreams can be prophetic, or they can give us glimpses of our past, including past lives. Over the course of my life, dreams have shown me things I needed to know about any number of things. One saved my life, when I was spending the night at my parents house. I dreamed of the Garden State Parkway, the route I would be taking home that morning. In the dream, I came around a turn, and a car was sideways in the road, across two lanes. It was raining, and it had skidded. I tried to stop, but I couldn’t, I didn’t have enough time. I hit it, and woke up. I forgot about it, had breakfast, and left to head home, about a two hour drive. It was raining. I drove under an overpass, and began to feel uneasy. It looked familiar. The road curved. The dream flashed into my mind, and I stepped on the brakes. As I came through the turn, there was the car, across the two lanes. I was able to avoid it.

Sometimes I’m given metaphysical teachings in the Dreamtime. Symbols, or esoteric material from Guides and Teachers. Complete downloads into my brain. Other times, I have flashbacks from previous incarnations. One recurring dream was of myself as a black woman, a slave, in the South. I see myself clearly. I know my name. I was being abused by the man who owned me. I live in a large plantation house. I climb out a window of the second floor onto a porch. I make it to the ground. Ahead of me are fields planted with crops. I know if I can make it to the fields, I have a chance to escape. I just barely reach them when I hear the dogs. I wake up gasping, shaking, and bathed in sweat. During that time in my life, I was married to a very powerful business man. He treated all of his employees as if he owned them. He did the same with me. He was occasionally violent. I was afraid for my life. I felt he had killed me, in a previous incarnation. I believe he was the man in that “dream”.  As soon as I divorced him, the dream stopped. I have never been able to watch any movie or read any material about that period in our nations history, without feeling a combination of terror and grief so visceral that my body is flooded with adrenaline. It becomes the here and now, instead of the there and then.

In other dreams, I am a Medicine Woman, on my knees, praying in Lakota over the dead bodies of my people. It is the massacre at Wounded Knee. I am weeping. I do not speak that language when I am awake. I wake up, grieving, my face wet with tears, my prayers lingering in my consciousness.

In some dreams, animals that I don’t know appear, talking to me, giving me specific information that I need. Dogs, horses, snakes, a tiger. A moose. A hawk flew into my bedroom and landed at the foot of my bed, in one dream. He showed me the man I was living with, in a motel room with a woman, having sex. He left no details out. I woke up next to the man, and had to refrain from putting a pillow over his face. I moved to the sofa. The next morning, he asked me why I had slept on the sofa. I told him that I knew he had been cheating on me, how, and with whom. He was stunned. He admitted it. He wanted to know how I had found out. I told him that a hawk told me. Then I threw him out.

There are different kinds of dreams. Some are processing dreams, where we process our experiences. Jung called dreams ” unopened letters from the subconscious mind”. Then there are visions. Visions differ from dreams in that we may be observing what is happening from outside of it. Visions lack the drama that processing dreams have, but are equally intense. Some visions may include rituals or ceremonies. We can also have healing dreams, where we move energy that has been frozen, trapped, or stuck in our energy body. We may be shown what we need to do to heal something.

We are not this body. We have a body. We are energy, light, and vibration. The Dreamtime is where we can access our true nature. I love music, it always inspires me. The song that corresponds to this teaching is “These Dreams” by Heart. Some of the lyrics are: ” These dreams go on when I close my eyes. Every second of the night, I live another life. ”

Allow dreams to be a bridge to your own personal magic, your authentic self. We can access all that we are, and all that we have ever been, in the Dreamtime. Trust what you are shown, even if it makes no sense. Dreams speak a different language, a mystical language of the soul. Rather than trying to analyze them using the mind, allow the impressions to percolate, revealing themselves at the right time. Dreams are a gift of healing, they are the wisdom of the soul, speaking. The show us our souls journey through eternity, a spiritual montage of all that has made us who we are today. They remind us that we can never be limited or defined by any earthly experience. We are so much more than this. Remember that. Dream in beauty. Blessings, Judith