Grandmother March 28, 1997
It is difficult for me to describe in words the beauty of what I saw in this dream, and the gift it represented. Although I cannot say why, there were immense feelings attached to what I saw, an understanding it was not common practice to be taken here.
We met with a woman who was one of the Elders or Grandmothers from previous and future dreams I had. She met us in a place that reminded me of New Mexico or Arizona, similar to Mesa Verde: desert like, hot and dry. We were on a plateau which I could see led to the cliffs ahead. She was taking us to show us the fires, something she was very proud of and needed to share with me.
We came to a spot where a couple of small veins of water bubbled up out of the ground and joined a bigger stream of water pooling a bit and then trickling over the bank of the cliff. The sound of the water was so nice and I felt at peace here. It felt like home and I was falling in love with the place.
She led us down the cliff, cautioning us to be careful as it was quite steep and it was easy to lose footing. I went down carefully, getting more excited at what I might see, sensing the magic of the place. At the bottom of the cliff we had to double back to get to where she wanted us to go.
The light was quickly fading, it would be dark in a moment or two. It seemed we were perfectly timed to see the display as we came around the corner of the cliff face; I was amazed at what I was seeing.
Looking up I saw a cliff of red sandstone rock with different levels naturally layered upon one another. A fire was blazing somewhere near the center of what was actually a community. On several platforms built into the rock were hundreds of burning candles creating a warm and welcoming atmosphere. I did not see any other people, but got a sense they were there. It was the most beautiful sight to behold and took my breath away. I know there are not enough words to describe how I felt.
When I woke I was reminded of a line from the song, “I see the light of a thousand churches, in your eyes.”* Had I been here before? Perhaps it was from a past life? Whatever the reason for bringing me to this sacred place I knew it was an honour and I was so grateful, and still am, to have been taken there and to experience its pervasive magic.
*In Your Eyes, by Peter Gabriel
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