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Last night I had a dream. In it, I was presented with the above rune, Othala, by a very old seer. There were other aspects of the dream as well....the seer saying "Our little Freyja has less than a year." And me driving toward a tornado with determination and no fear.
Why am I writing about this? My dreams have always been vivid and have always held the key to my growth, psychologically and spiritually. This dream is of note for a few reasons. 1. Yesterday I had a psychic reading. In the end, I was told, "You should write". So I came home and started this blog, if for nothing more than to hold myself accountable for my own growth. 2. Othala has to do with ancestry and the ancestral stream. A couple of months ago I went to the same medium and had Reiki done. She uses voice and sound to heal and while she was drumming and chanting I went on a journey. I met with a shaman in a clearing that was surrounded by mist. He gestured to the mist and as it lifted all of my ancestors were there. I followed a line with the same blue eyes as mine to a very large man wearing leather and mail. He looked both intimidating and sad. 3. I encountered two shamans in my journey, a man in a clearing and a woman in a cave. The dream presented me with one more. A very old woman with gnarled fingers and white hair. That is 3 shaman/seer/healers in the past couple of months. When things show up in 3's I take notice.
I feel as though this dream is another piece of the journey to Me that I am on. Maybe it's about finding out about my ancestral line, see where it leads and what it uncovers. Maybe it's about following shamanism as a path. Whatever it is, whatever unknown force I'm heading toward, I hope I can get there with the same fearless determination I had when heading toward the tornado in my dream. To shed the fear and anxiety that has dogged me all of these years is my goal. Not just for myself, but for my children..and their children and their children. To cleanse the ancestral line of the garbage that holds us back from becoming the powerful beings we were always meant to be.

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