From a dream several days ago. I suggest that if
you’ve been getting messages/calls to action from Her, this may be a
confirmation. Feel free to draw your own interpretations/conclusions.
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On the far
side of the road the sun shone on a meadow with a large tree nearby and woods
farther away. Beneath the tree a woman was talking earnestly to a loose group
of people. I could see the wariness and the intensity of their postures. This
was not a unified group; it was several individuals with significant space
between them.
My
gaze was caught by a red leather-wrapped spear that lay in the crosswalk. I
picked it up, thinking it must have been dropped by someone nearby. The crow
feathers tied beneath the spearhead swung as I lifted it. I turned to the darkness
of the milling people nearest me and asked if it belonged to anyone there.
Blank stares and shaking heads were the only responses. I crossed the road and
approached the people standing near the tree, intending to give it to whomever
it belonged. As I drew closer I could hear the conversation more clearly.
“How
do we know that it’s really the Morrigan speaking?” a man demanded of the earnest
woman under the tree. “Where’s your proof?”
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My
grip tightened on the spear as HER presence took hold of me. “YOU WANT PROOF?”
HER voice echoed across the meadow. “HERE’S YOUR ‘PROOF’!” The Raven flew over
their heads, and as it passed over each individual, words poured from my mouth,
delivering specific messages and instructions. When the last person received
their message SHE left and I collapsed to the ground, still holding the spear
and pressing my forehead against the earth.
“Thank
you my Queen,” I whispered into the dust, and closed my eyes.
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