dreamt on 2/10/2020
A very intelligent woman was going around the neighborhood telling people who owned the cutest pups and miniature dogs that she could inspect the animals and improve the dogs’ health, as well as teach them new things. Many people believed her because she looked reputable, but they never saw their dogs again because she had found a market for them and was selling them to new owners. Continue reading
It’s been a minute since I posted a dream, and this one was clear and eye-opening so here goes.
A male family member of mine purchased beautiful shoes (size 5) for his wife and other presents for each of his 3 children. Somehow, I was able to show the gifts to my mom and he moved from a training restaurant (where all trainees were to make entrees from the main menu) to a car, where he lost the gifts along the highway. My impression was that it was from carelessness.
We were both distraught because the shoes he bought his wife were beautiful and unique. Also, the toys for the kids were special, exquisite and from the heart.
Somehow we ended up at the beach with an African-American man who was a well-known spiritual worker. We told him we’d lost the gifts and needed his help finding them, thinking he’d point us in the direction of where they were lost. The man, my family member, other strangers and me were all kneeling in the sand.
The spiritual man began digging in the sand and to our surprise, one of the boxes was buried there. He continued digging and all of the boxes were discovered. One box for his youngest daughter was a bit smaller, but actually more appropriate than the original box he’d had her gift in.
We were filled with joy and discovered the gifts stayed with us, never too far away.
His youngest daughter was in the backseat consoling her oldest sister who was afraid to learn how to drive because it meant she’d eventually have to leave her parents and become independent. I mentioned to my family member that his young toddler daughter was actually an old soul that was thousands of years old.
I hope something in this dream helps you to be inspired and not to cry over what you’ve lost that was not ever lost at all!
Rev. Renee
Hi Dreamers,
Though I’ve had quite a few dreams recently, I have not posted all of the ones that I thought significant, but this one was so real that I wanted to share. BTW, dreams of horses indicate a variety of things pertaining to life to include the need for freedom, sexuality, and prosperity.
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Prior to Dream: I had an idea about something that I wanted to accomplish, which was a bit more than I’d ever done before. I questioned the Oracles to see whether or not I was ready.
Date: Early Sunday, 7/30/2017
Astrological Placements: Neptune retrograde in the house of traditions at 13 degrees of work in Pisces; Vertex in the house of animals at 3 degrees of cooperation in Sagittarius; Ceres/Abundance in the house of secrets in Cancer/family.
Time: approximately 4:15 am eastern
I mentioned in yesterday’s BlogTalk Podcast that Neptune’s retrograde motion in Pisces was having an effect on internal spirituality via dreams. Boy, was I correct because it seemed like all, but two of my spirit animals visited me last night…
The first dream that I recall (because there were many) was of a heavy set, caucasian man with a receding hairline, approaching me with a huge, coiled, brown snake. I wasn’t afraid as long as he had it because he was smiling, and seemed friendly enough. He did not ask me, but suggested that I hold the snake in my arms, but before I could answer, he handed it over to me.
The snake was big and very heavy, but remained coiled, looking at me. I remember thinking how I hoped that this particular snake did not have any teeth. Then the snake began rubbing his head against mine, and I was like, oh no, he wants to cuddle! He began to unravel, but remained calm, however I had an assurance by that time, that he would not eat me, and his original handler remained near.
Then my dream changed scenes and I was in my kitchen asking my cousin to come with me to the back yard where other male family members and friends were waiting. When I opened the back door, my usual ethereal back yard was even more magickal than usual and was filled with white farm animals; chickens, baby goats and horses…but one of the horses seemed a bit whild (I noticed I mispelled this word, but liked it so much, that I decided to keep it this way). I looked through a light midst and saw a small stable off to the left and the white horse was kicking his hind legs, and my baby goats were sprawled out on the lush, green grass. The chickens were off to the right doing what chickens usually do, looking for food.
I yelled out, “did that horse kill my goats!”
When I said that, the baby goats immediately stood at attention to ensure they were alive, but then the wild, white horse began to chase my cousin and me, and I screamed at her, “come back into the house quick!” But before we entered the house, just in time, I noticed a bunch of men, some of whom I did not recognize, sitting calmly in the back of the yard at a picnic table.
Is the white horse of chastity keeping them from me? Probably so.
I live in an urban area, yet I see horses constantly in real life and in my dreams. I do not have ONE figurine in my home of a horse because it is the animal totem that I rejected (even though I do have one unicorn). I never considered myself as a ‘horse person’, though my granddad had me riding them at an early age….I guess they’ve been with me for a while.
I preferred the lion totem and accepted my usual white owl, goats and even the snakes that would never go away. Now it is time to accept the horse.
We are awakening and realizing reality and tradition have duped us into thinking that all we are is people. I believe when we harm animals and plants in a non-kosher way, we commit grave sins against ourselves because we are all avatars and the physical body is the very least of all that we are.
RT
This is a quickie that might be of some meaning to someone…
Date: 11/13/2016 Approximate Time: 4:00 am EST Notable Astrology: Waxing Super Moon; Sidereal Sun in Libra; 2nd and 7th house stelliums; and Aries in the 8th house
I am an observer that others cannot see; a spirit; a ghost. I am inside the home of a white, lower-middle class family and there is an older man who lives there, a mom of about 45, possibly the mom’s sister of about the same age and the mom’s daughter who is about 23. The daughter is a key figure and she has thin, straight, blondish-brown, shoulder length hair that is parted in the middle, is petite and a bit of a plain Jane, but with personality. I’ll call her Jane.
Jane is about to leave this brownstone-like townhome and she gets into her old, loud, American-made car. As she and her loud car is going down the road, she appears to be a bit angry with her family and proceeds to have a horrible car accident. Initially I have the impression that she is deceased.
I am immediately in a different space and time with no understanding of the amount of time that has gone by — I’m just here and there.
Jane’s car is compounded and she is in a facility that is like a hospital, but it is also like a prison with tall gates that have the curled barbed wire up top. There are guards at all entrances and Jane is in a coma, however her spirit is wide awake.
In this next scene, I am back at Jane’s home and they say something to the effect that Jane has been gone for a long time, possibly months, however I am looking into a stainless steel coffee pot and Jane astral projects from her coma and I see her standing there in the home as a reflection in the coffee pot.
She says she is not far from home even though everyone thinks she is missing and that she is in Wake Forest, NC in a hospital. She stands in front of me and someone else in the home and begs us to please tell her family that she has had an accident and is in a hospital not far from home. I am not sure whether or not she had any ID on her at the time of the accident.
When the woman wakes up from the coma, for some reason the people in this prison hospital do not want her to leave because there is a lot of security there. Her old car is still there in the parking lot along the exterior of the lot facing the perimeter fencing, and I am floating right beside her, however she cannot see me.
My impression is that she has been transferred out of the hospital to another facility in North Carolina. She has planned her escape and somehow gets keys (perhaps they were hidden under the seat) and she attempts to crank the car up. She must have taken the time to find out where it was because she ran straight to it.
It will not crank. I feel myself willing the car to crank and it finally does so she quickly shifts it in gear and pulls up to the gate. The guard is trying to stop someone else from leaving so she sneaks pass him and speeds up the road. I remember the car was so loud and old, roaring down the road of a sparsely populated area and the road seemed to be winding around a mountainous-type hill.
Jane arrives home and is sitting on the couch, while her family sits opposite of her. They seemingly do not recognize her because she is smaller, has longer hair, may have had a bit of corrective surgery done and has aged in that short period of time.
She tells them things and communicates with them about situations that only Jane would know about. The dysfunctional family gives her a half-hearted welcome home and her mom then angrily grabs her by the ear and pulls her to another room telling her she is in big trouble for worrying them like that.
And then I wake up.
R
Last night, I had a very vivid, lucid dream, where the magickal mirrors in my astral living room, reflected images from parallel universes and different time periods. Just thought I’d share…
(5/5/2016 approx 4:30 am)
In the dream, I stepped out of my bedroom…I was living in my current home.
I thought I was awake.
Everything was so clear and I felt like I was just getting up as I usually do in the morning, but I noticed something. When I opened the door to walk outside of my bedroom, instead of having a stairway at the end of the corridor, the house was one story. Ah, sheeeit! I ran into the living room yelling, “it’s a lucid dream!” because I don’t usually have them and I KNOW my house is not one story!
I wanted the Elders and Guides to know that I knew what was going on and that I needed some juicy answers, but I didn’t really have any questions because I was unprepared.
Bomber!
So I was like, “Hot Dog! Lucid dream time.” I ran into the living room, which had my same altars, furnishings and oriental rug, except where there are currently pictures/portraits on the walls, in the dream there were large mirrors in ornate frames of gold instead, like the one in this picture. You could tell they were very costly, like ones you’d find in a palace, but I knew they were mine and that I was home.
I yelled out to nobody in particular, “Who am I?!?” For some reason, I always ask that question in the presence of Deity. I really don’t know why I asked that question again, however I began looking into a mirror on the far wall and this is what It showed me.
Nobody was there, but me, at least no one that I could see. I was drawn to look in a mirror because somehow I knew that if I did, it would show me my true self(ves) and this is what I saw.
I don’t know if I had on a space suit or if I was just some type of monster, but I looked like the thingamajig in this photo with goggle like eyes and hard, armored skin or a space suit of some type.
My head was huge.
I wasn’t afraid or did not think myself unattractive, just turned my head slightly to the side, curiously wondering what in the heck I was, however the mirror did not give me much time to figure it all out because soon enough, I morphed into bug woman.
Yes. I was a bug, but I was a humanoid. Now, if any of you follow my blog, you will know that long ago, I told you about an Egyption God/Goddess book that called out to me a few years back in a bookstore. Once I finally bought it, after about my 4th or so visit to the bookstore, the store went out of business and became a wig shop. Yep. I live a Harry Potter kind of life.
BTW, large waterbugs or Palmetto bugs have plagued me since my high school gym days when one tried to fly at me in what I considered an attack. I use to be deathly afraid of them, until I realized I could not live my life that way. If I saw one, I would be paralyzed and prone to never go back into that space again. I would not sleep, eat, breathe or rest until I knew the thing was dead — I think this was the only reason I married — so my husband could kill them for me. I remember after being married, we saw one in the kitchen. I yelled, “kill it!”
He said, “I’m not killing that thing!”
I got so mad and said, “what use are you!” We are now divorced for that and other reasons.
Anyhoo, I continue to sidetrack….One day, I got a broom, mustered all my courage and said, “Kowabonga!” like Ms. Piggy on The Muppets……I killed one and I lived…but I did not enjoy the experience because they have a lot of gook inside them.
Almost back to the dream….The house that I currently live in has a subterranean basement and you know what that means. Luckily for me, between my Shih Tzu, who loves them like shrimp, and my cat, all I have to do is sweep up the shells. Scorpio, the Shih Tzu sniffs those things out like appetizers…..perhaps I won’t kill anymore….but I digress.
Okay so the bug god is called Khepri and he is “god of the first sunrise at the dawn of creation. Kheper means to develop or come into being, according to the god/goddess book above. Hmmmmm.
Then my last manifesation was as this slanted, white-eyed, small iris creature and I felt like I was some sort of vampire. I loved the look and I had white skin, but I looked like me and 
knew I was looking at myself. Instinctively, I growled at myself in the mirror in order to see my fangs, but unfortunately, my fangs were in and out, meaning they were holographing or morphing into my current teeth and things in the living room were starting to blur…….like they do when I’m about to wake up.
Damn! They caught me.
I knew the end was near, but after a few seconds, I could not get my fangs back, but, at least while in the dream, I kept the eyes.
Then I woke up and was like, “wow!”
RT
Yes she does! But it has come to her attention that certain ones in places of power, who have no real power, are using this invaluable info for purposes, not to our benefit, but to their own. Additionally, they have chosen to try to manipulate by tapping into certain frequencies.
As a result I received instructions to discontinue publicizing my dreams and other protections were put in place, but if there is info that I am given that will help the general public, I will provide it via Twitter or Facebook, in a public one or two liner, so you can follow me there.
I will give you one more tidbit of a dream, which actually came from a protege, so please SEE with seeing, crossed eyes because the occult must become secret, once again……at least for now!
Waking Life PreludeYesterday an exterminator visited my home and informed me that he would like to go to St. Lucia to honeymoon — he and his fiance are marrying in August of this year. I asked exactly where the islands were. He pulled out his phone and showed me the map and they are northwest of Trinidad. I did not give it any more thought.
I am almost certain there are no coincidences in life as the Universe is too horribly mathematical for that…
I was home and looking out of the window during the spring season. I noted that many caucasian couples were planting on the first day of spring as if their lives depended on it. I then looked at an old tomato plant that I had, which I thought had died, but it was full of fruit. I was very excited.
Suddenly the dream changed and too tall Natives were standing in front of me in Native gear. I have had numerous dreams of natives in the past. These men did not have shirts on and their skin was tanned, almost brown. The taller of the two was very handsome and smelled really good, sort of woodsy. I touched his skin and it was very smooth. All of my senses were active (I recently had a medical eye procedure and I am observant of changes in my inner vision as well). I believed him to be my husband. His companion was also his protector and he was shorter and not as handsome. They both had long black hair and wanted me to wait behind for them so that they could go where ever they were headed. They said they would come back to get me.
I asked them where they were from and he told me some place that started with an ‘O’. He said it was an island northwest of Trinidad. He said they had powerful magic there that I should know about, something like shamanism or animism.
Suddenly we were at a church function and I saw my aunt sitting with an occult item and a bible (she is a Christian in real life, and is my aunt by marriage who happens to look like the Native I was speaking with). I was surprised she had the occult object and there were preachers there and tables full of golden earrings. The object she held had a painting of fire on it.
I did some research and can only trace the location my dream husband referenced to one of the Indian tribes of Orinoco, likely the Warao or the Caribs who are into animism. Some of the south Caribbean and South American natives in that vicinity have been known to make occult objects of serpentine or ‘green stone’. I recently purchased a few serpentine pieces from an African dealer and one of them is very large. My purchase of serpentine stemmed from a dream I had in early 2015 where I was told I should acquire Chyta, which is another name for serpentine.
My dreams have changed since the purchase of these pieces, becoming more clear. I will continue to observe the possible effects of my eye surgery and the art pieces on my dreams.
Well, from time to time I have dreams where it’s like going to the movies. Yes, I dream movies, but sometimes they could contain messages for people and this was a weird one…. (photos courtesy of the New Yorker Paper (Morticia) and DragoArt.com (the Grinch)
Dream Date 11/16/15
Morticia Kills the Grinch
So in this dream, Morticia Addams is at home with her family and she tells Gomez that she feels the Grinch’s energy is downgrading the rest of the worlds energy and ethics. She has come up with a wonderful idea that they should lure the Grinch to Thanksgiving dinner and kill him with a Saturn conjunct Saturn transit. Yes with an astrological transit (I’ll tell you how later).
Gomez asks Morticia how she will get the Grinch to come to dinner and she tells him that he loves little Cindy Lou so she will make sure her daughter Cindy Lou is there to lure him in. Now in this dream, Wednesday is not the daughter they are referring to, it is Cindy Lou, however Cindy Lou is old like Grandmama so I don’t know if they dressed Grandmama up to look like Cindy Lou or if Cindy Lou was just their old ‘other’ daughter.
Anyhoo, the Grinch agrees to come once he discovers Cindy Lou will be there and when he arrives, he steps over all the other kids to get to Cindy Lou who is no longer little Cindy Lou, but big ass old Cindy Lou. He seems not to notice the difference and pats her on the head in adoration. Believe it or not, it is not twisted adoration, but as an uncle would adore his fave niece.
The Astro Room
Morticia invites the Grinch into the Astro-Room for pre-dinner chat and perhaps a cigar. Now let me explain this room because this is where it gets weird, I mean ‘more’ weird. It is a dark gothic room like a big, ancient library with old books, leather lounging chairs and a clear, glass ceiling where the astral bodies (planets, stars, etc.) can be clearly seen. Any astral relations are seen as shadows on the floor, i.e. squares, conjuncts, tri
nes, etc. The kicker is, if you stand on the shadow that is formed by a particular transit, you will feel it many times more than what people normally feel it on earth meaning its power is amplified to kill you if it is the right type of transit and apparently Saturn conjunct Saturn is a ‘killer’ transit.
The Grinch’s Final Moments
The Grinch walks to one end of the room and Gomez and Morticia remain on the opposite end. Morticia has timed it perfectly so that they are seconds before the Saturn conjunct Saturn transit and it is to be a surprise attack. The Grinch looks around with his evil smile and realizes something is up and as he attempts to walk toward the door to exit the room AND their home, he steps onto a shadow on the ground which is the Saturn transit, that looks like the pic above. The angles connect under his feet and he falls to the ground as the breath leaves his body. Morticia is successful.
I wake up and say, “Wow. Only me.”
RT
