Some time ago I posted a dream about sitting in a grave yard with bright shiny beautiful tombstones that I marveled at until I realized that they were jet black and I felt the cold, sad sterility of the place descend on to me. I then noticed a book in my hands which had no identifying marks and which I did not open. It was suggested that this was my unknown future waiting to unfold.......... with me as its author. The other night I posted in another social network about my Wolf Spirit Guide and how she has set me on a path that there will be no returning from. One where I leave the mainstream of society for good and withdraw to my own kind. I told all those in that group that it is okay to be a freak, that they should love and celebrate who they are. Last night when I retired to sleep and I had a dream where I was in a junkyard(grave yard ?) and I found a box that I could see a pair of piercing eyes staring out of it's dark interior. My first thought was that it was an eagle but I brought it out and it turned out to be a pelican. It had been through the wringer and was slumped forward struggling to stay on its feet. This morning over coffee Mrs Wolfy out of the blue told me about an artist who painted a series of pictures of an eagle where in the first series it is strong and fit to fly. By the last picture it is slumped forward barely standing. Nobody could understand what the whole thing meant and the artist finally told them it meant..........." acceptance ". My whole life I have searched for the Southern Cross and have finally found it. The Spirits have torn me down to nothing and my real journey begins today.
people.tribe.net/b70d680b-...37b9907a35 The pelican in the junkyard (Grave yard )was me and I have found myself. - Mikademus
