It’s hard not to talk about what is going on with the world. We are all being affected by it, directly, indirectly, harshly, or less so.

It’s not easy these times we find ourselves in. Everyone is talking about it.

But, maybe lesser of those are talking about the medicine in this. That is the hardest leap to make right now.

Losing my grandparent to another illness at this exact time, and my job for the next two weeks, unpaid, I get it. I don’t want to wake up all bright and sunshiny. I want to curl into a cave, and hibernate for the rest of this uncertain time frame window.

Everything is shutting down around us, and I can feel that same pull in myself. It is a heaviness, a depression-like state of feeling. Getting outside for even a walk some days feels like a huge stretch of willpower.

Mental illness right now is taking a beating. Those who struggle with anxiety, depression, addictions, OCD, or eating disorders, or even those in recovery are deep in this process.

We can so often feel like this may never end. Like the sun won’t shine again. I don’t know when that day will be, but I can only hope and pray that the wisdom of nature is to restore harmony and balance, even in these catastrophic times. Nature ebbs and flows in cycles. Cycles come and go. So, in that wisdom, we can find that this cycle has a beginning, middle and end, too.

Not knowing the ending is the scary part for all of us. What will our world look like at the end of this?

Who will we be at the end of this? Will we have any source of security to go back to?

What I can tell you is what I am experiencing, as a human being, as a spiritual seeker and warrior (even when I too have crumpled into the coach and oblivion of Netflix to sooth myself through this). I, too don’t know what lay ahead of us.

I had a dream a few nights ago worth telling, worth relaying to those who read these words, and maybe can find some morsel of hope, some breadcrumb of connection in this.

If anything, that is truly what we are being tested in, is our resilience and ability to stay in CONNECTION, despite the social distancing. I would never have thought I would say, thank you, to these technological modalities and social media platforms for that saving grace. But, they are allowing us to stay connected.

The dream world, whether you know it or not, have experienced it or not, is a vast point of connection, to our higher selves, to our spiritual guides, sources and collective consciousness.

Dreams have been coming through more clearly lately, I have noticed. Very clear messages, symbols, and meanings.

My dream was as though I was awake in another timeline, seeing all the pieces symbolically come into play:

I was walking in a familiar area in my hometown, “Garden of the Gods,” tall red rocks abound. Someone was leading me, someone I knew, or felt like I had known for a long time, someone I trusted. We were chatting, and this friend asked me where my home was. I told her it was in this Canyon where a fire hit my hometown in 2012. And, then corrected myself. It wasn’t in this area, but rather an area near by the fire. But, the home did burn, among 250-some others. I look to the left of me, and see a snake, with light eyes. I wasn’t afraid. I was more so curious, and acknowledging of its presence. Next thing I know, the snake reaches out to bite me, but it was not a bite, rather a latching onto my left wrist. The snake stayed attached, and I accepted this was my new reality. Then, I woke up….

Let me tell you my interpretation of this dream, as I feel it possibly was a message for us all. I don’t claim myself to be an oracle, but I do utilize practices such as dreamwork, oracle cards and writing to deliver messages to humanity, and I feel this is not only a duty of mine, but a grave responsibility to humanity right now. I am not “special” for this; I am simply asking for these messages, and doing my best to stay open to them. We all have this capacity to connect to these other realms, especially in times of chaos and crisis.

Symbols and dreams can be decoded. The fact that I was walking with someone I trusted means to me that we are all being guided individually and collectively. We are spiritually safe, even if our physical world feels unsafe. Something bigger is guiding us.

I was in a familiar place, speaking of my “home,” knowing my home was changing. Knowing that my sense of home, our sense of home in this world has been changing for all of us over these last few weeks, even longer months and years even.

A fire that affected my direct family in 2012 and burned our home down, along with many many others reminds me that fire is a purification process. Fire transforms. Fire purifies us. Fire purifies the unnecessary baggage weighing us down.

Fire is a transformative elixir that creates new soil for new growth. My family’s home burned, most of our belongings. It physically purified us from the material greed and hoarding practices we all have been taught.

The Australian fires. The California fires. Fires abounded these last few years and affected us globally and communally. This has been the purification. Physical and mental purification.

Destruction. Kali, the Hindu Goddess of death and destruction, coming in to destroy. This was the medicine. Even, in the destruction of our worlds.

Secondly, in the dream, the snake being there, represents transformation, rebirth, Scorpionic death/rebirth cycles, the feminine wisdom being re-birthed into this out-of-balance patriarchal world we live in. Next, the snake-bite.

COVID-19. The snake bite. We have been “bitten” by the virus. Or, perhaps, by the medicine. That is our choice. The only real choice we have, to take the medicine, or to take the poison.

Biting my left hand, more symbols pointing to the feminine, the left side of the body, the receptive side, the willingness to receive the medicine we have desperately been needing. The hands are messengers and extensions of the heart, energetically. We use them to express the love in our heart.

As a bodyworker, not being able to use my hands right now, to give love to my clients, shows me such a vast limitation in these circumstances. When we feel restricted, with a loss of freedom, that is when new birth can take place. Restriction does inevitably lead to the counter balance of freedom. That is the wisdom of nature.

Balance. Harmony. Restoring deep, deep imbalances of the earth’s wisdom. Of the feminine healing needed on our planet to sustain and not only survive, but step into a space of thriving.

I know, thriving right now, feels utterly impossible. I know we are all in survival mode. Those who have been in poverty or in a poverty-mindset are witnessing these fears on the “real-life” scale now, for the global community.

We are all somehow, now, intimately connected to each other. Humanized by this pandemic.

Our humanity is being shown to us. My dream tells me that there is something much deeper at play. A restoration of healing the divine feminine, the earth, the deemed poison being the medicine we need to restructure, to rest, to return to our homes, return to our families, be with our families, and to accept this as medicine, not poison, or punishment.

Acceptance of the “bite.” Acceptance of the bite of the feminine coming in to restore harmony. Divine orchestration and divine timing at play.

We can only continue to open, to surrender, to say, “Okay, this IS happening.” The healing is happening as much as the hurting is being shown to us. We have to see it all. We get to see it all.

Systems breaking. Communities coming together. Vast contrast to bring healing balm to us all.

I can only trust that these messages are being heard, by the light workers, by the sages, the wisdoms, the yogis, the faith seekers. Even when we forget. Even when we feel so pulled under the covers of our own humanity and feeling of hopelessness and helplessness.

Breathe, and remember who you are. Breathe, and remember who we are as a collective. We are humanity. We are keepers of this live and living home. We have an utter responsibility as its keepers to stop harming it, to stop harming each other, and to start loving and healing with each other.

We must keep purifying the poison in our own conditioned greed, our own conditioned scarcity and fear. Let the fires come. Let the fires come as they may. They are here, and that is our scared duty to allow these forces so beyond our control to align us back to who and what we really are.

Spiritual beings, with a grave responsibility to each other and to the world.

Keep showing up. Keep sharing. Keep remembering the deeper lessons. Keep letting go of all that you were never meant to be or hold onto.

Trust. Trust. If holding on, hold onto faith. Hold onto family, hold onto friends and love and care, and tenderness.

Love is guiding us in the darkness now. Let us dream a new dream of love and healing for the world and for humanity.