It was in just such a dream-place a few nights ago I was taken aside by some people I’d never met. They talked to me about a topic I must keep private, after a while we ended by sharing some food of the Sidhe (the Faerie folk).
The five of us were crammed in the back of an old Lincoln heading over a cable bridge just past sunrise. The river was low from the long summer, the morning light made perfect diamonds flicker across its surface.
Real change does not feel soft. Its a bump – a big bump, that moves your life ten feet in a direction you never expected.
The dreams, visions and waking shamanic experiences started several years before I found my way to a Shamanic Practitioner