Boy, I woke up from a dream that freaked me out at first, but once I sat with it and digested, it became less scary. I had a dream that I was carrying around and sleeping with a dead, gutted, rotting corpse of a white-tailed doe.  I knew it was bad and unhygienic and that I could get sick from it, but I did it anyway, until the very end of the dream when I finally got rid of it.  When the flies started staying on me is when I did the right thing. Given that deer represent joy and gentleness to me, I was a little freaked out.   White-tailed Deer also represent Persephone (and Hades) to me, so I was thinking maybe this was a message from Her, especially as it's about time for Her Descent.  For me: White-Tailed Deer = Persephone and Hades Reindeer = Elen of the Ways Red Deer = Artemis Elk = Algiz Rune Spirit Persephone often takes the form of a Doe for me.  This time of the year, She appears as a half dead, half living doe in various stages of decomposit...

 Sometime this morning, I woke up from an intense dream--second one this week and with the same theme!  Except this time, I woke up in a panic--heart pounding, quick breathing.  But the dream wasn't nightmarish--not really.   I went to one of my favorite local spiritual shops called The Magical Druid to see my local grove--Three Cranes.  Then suddenly I wasn't feeling well.  It was like I was being possessed without my consent and I couldn't remove the entity.  I couldn't because it wasn't a stranger coming into me from the outside, but an entity within me, emerging .  Maybe I've been watching too many Alien movies lately?   Prometheus and Covenant are good, though!  An entity not laid inside of me by a devious synth, an airborne virus, or a face-r*ping alien.  Something part of me.  Something that IS me. At one point, one of the cranes--a warm, plus sized woman with shoulder length brown hair (not Arch Druid Rev. ...

Intense dream this morning: Hubs and I went to a ritual by Byron Ballard. She was dressed like a whimsical dancer. She moved and instructed and many of us in the audience started to dance with her. Hubs stayed in the back, but I joined, entranced. Then Byron would single people out and give them a command, which involved doing something friendly to another dancer. When people did, we celebrated. Reminded me of Jester's and mischievous Fae. Joyful. Soon a whimsical costume would appear on that person. When it came to me, Byron told me to kiss a handsome guy with a round face and short brown hair. He was cute, but I said no because I didn't know him (it had nothing to do with my husband). Byron responded silently, disappointed. The rest were disappointed, too.  As was he.  It made sense what I said, but he felt left out--why didn't I want to?  What was wrong with him?   Nothing.  He was just a stranger.   Then my dance was different fro...

I had an interesting dream.  In it, my husband and I were changing around our home to move in our polyam partners (which we don't actually have yet--hubs and I are polyam, but due to the political chaos in our country, we're not looking for other relationships right now).   The dream was never sexual, just a lot of moving and expanding of our home, but I could feel all of the physical touches--like hugging or just brushing up against someone while moving furniture and boxes.  As if my husband was hugging me--but at the time of this dream, he'd already left for work.   Then at the end, it got a little apocalyptic with more survivors joining and building tents and shelters connected to our home.  It rained and none of us had rain flys--no one freaked out, we all had other chores to make this situation more of a safe home for everyone.  We'd deal with the rain later. The area changed, as all of us strangers came together to fortify walls for protecti...

  In the dream, I looked outside to see Pres-Elect Fafnir Smaug hobbling up my steps, with a cane... For more, please check out and subscribe to my Substack . I won't make a post like this again for free posts that that site, but I will for the paid ones.   Thanks for your support! ~ Priestess Oracle Kristy Tackett