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Prophetic Flying
And dreams of earth changes
I’ve always dreamed. In my Mohawk world, dreams are extremely important.
Sometimes the dreams are stark and frightening, and some are in such a kaleidoscope of color I wake feeling like Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz. Or perhaps the Scarecrow since I may spend a while humming “If I Only Had A Brain” as I figure out what message my dream has presented.
Prophetic dreams are neither good nor bad they just are
These dreams can be terrifying or encouraging and I believe are given to us to strengthen our minds. As I relate to the following dream, I can still feel a bit of the anxiety that drove me to seek out others who had had similar dreams. I searched for comfort finding none and left with more questions than answers.
I am flying low over the ground alongside a large river. There are no houses, buildings, or people. The soil is bubbled with huge blistering pools of red, black smoke rising like long skinny worms struggling to escape. I turn and fly along the river where dead fish are bobbing and sinking in the viscous mire.
As I fly higher, I see the ocean. It is not the sparkling beauty I have seen before when the sun shines to dance on its waves. It is churning heavily as if it’s moving in slow motion. From my…
