The dream unfolds with me sitting at the edge of a tannin-coloured pond. Its waters are mysterious and laden with secrets. Staring into these hidden depths, I see a face rising to the surface from the murky below.

My attention is focused on how the features are shaped by the delicate ripples created as a breeze fondles the surface. The eyes, a lagoon blue, are so deeply contrasted to the colour of the waters it finds itself in. Its gaze blinks curiously as to what it is birthing to see.

As silvered locks dance across her face to the rhythm of the unfolding, I hear the utterance of a name, Grace. I am Grace.

As Grace surfaces, a white water lily lands upon the center of her forehead and opens upon contact. I am mesmerised by her eyes laden with tales of what it is to exist below, yet her presence announces her courage to explore above.

The word “THEN” echoes through and the scene disappears.

Darkness.

Another scene ignites and this time I am looking at an image of Grace in the distance. A wave of energy hurtles towards her but with hands outstretched, she directs it from one hand to the other and then away from her. Even though this wave is very large, she is confident in her work and stands poised and haloed, redirecting the energy with ease.

But … she is inverted.

It is as if I am viewing her through a compound microscopic lens, magnifying her image yet inverting it at the same time. My mind boggles as to why and before it races off to all sorts of conclusions involving reflection, mirrors and neglected potential the word “NOW” echoes through and the scene disappears.

Darkness.

I hear the sound of waters gushing and rotating. I gaze upon yet another body of water but this one is rapidly swirling, fuelled by the meeting of conflicting currents creating an energized vortex.

Within its belly, darkness.

I hear sounds of laughter, exuding pleasure at times, pain at others. Deep emotions roar with an energy of expression and clarity. The pace of the dream begins to speed up exponentially and I feel it unravelling so I activate the ability to be in it lucidly.

I discover the source of its speed activation, a woman circling round and round at warp speed creating this movement, weaving this portal. Her creation pulls and sucks things into her belly, nudging me to lessen my hold onto where I stand and to embrace the raging creativity hidden inside the portal of the unknown, the unwanted. I feel how this force is pulling me into her but yet, I resist in fear of its uncertainty.

Above and beyond this confusing moment, the thundering of hooves split the sound of the whirling waters as powerful limbs tear into the hardened earth plains of my mind.

Horses, wild and powerful approach with purpose, a galloping sanctuary providing a home for the shards of our confusion and for our crumbling sense of what is transpiring.

As we mount these muscled forces of Freedom, I exhale, with a knowing that they will transport us through the whirlpool and help move us to where it is we are called to be.

No longer fighting the currents or the Creatress that stirs them.

I wake with a mind overflowing with creativity. A previous phase of creative doldrums completely and utterly lifted.

I leap out of bed ignited by this charge and immediately find the tools with which to create. Feeling the dissolution of the creative stagnation that was “THEN” and the abundant force available in the “NOW ”

Thank you Creatress, thank you!