grey wolf
Dream Journal entry:
Saturday, December 27 2003
As I l lay down and ready my mind to enter the Night Shift world, I ask for an image that I can identify as a spirit guide.
The dreamtime opens, showing me earth’s moon, full and shining. As the full moon always does, its gentle brilliance draws me into a peaceful and thoughtless contemplation, and so I gaze at it without expectation, just waiting.
The image begins to shift as I watch. Feathers form over the round and placid face of the shining moon, transforming it into the visage of an owl. The feathers are as softly colored as moonlight—gentle earthy umbers, buttery ochers and misty greys tinged with blue. Layer upon circular layer appear until the luminous orb is completely masked by them.
I sense a presence forming behind the mask; his essence is Native. He is completely hidden except for his eyes, which glow with wisdom, kindness and understanding. They are the amber eyes of a wolf.
A spirit guide has come to my calling. His name is Grey Wolf.
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