Last night I dreamed that I was in my kitchen (similar to how it is in waking life). I looked out the window up at the tall palms and I saw something floating there as if it was looking at the palm fronds. I immediately thought of an orb, but it was actually a wolfman! I was soooo excited. It was what the-dreaming-me had always wanted to experience and see! A flying wolfman. He looked very kind, too. But seemed to be in a state of concern, worry (my brain wants to say that he was in some form of shock).

I earnestly waved at him to come down and come inside. I was extremely happy and excited that I was having this opportunity. When he came inside I saw that he had longish brown hair. He reminded me a lot of Hugh Jackman (who plays Wolverine - no sync lost there). He was wearing interesting clothes. They seemed made of something heavy like a sort of velvet or corduroy, tailored small to fit him snugly. His accent was old English and I started to realize at some level that he was from an older time, a time when there was a war...(then my mind hit on it!) the American Revolutionary War.

He was very pleasant to be around and I was desperate to spend time with him and know him. I could intuit that he had left a wife and a couple of children at home. He seemed to be coherent yet in a daze.

Then there was a knock at the door. I answered it. It was a disgruntled neighbour who was complaining about something he wanted us to fix or do differently, but I knew he just wanted attention, and that if I handled it instead of leaving it to my husband, I could smooth things over. So I did, and I reluctantly left the wolfman and my husband to chat at the kitchen table.

I finally smoothed things over with the neighbour and returned home to find the wolfman and my husband playing board games, games like "Risk" and other military strategies. They were both interested in such things. I realized that I had wasted time dealing with the neighbour and the dream time was just about up. I had so wanted more time with the wolfman, but then the dream ended.

Anyway, this is all strange and good. As I woke I was still so excited about the whole thing. I began pondering and trying to put the pieces together. At the moment I am theorizing that this wolfman is the one I captured in 2006.








At the time when I captured him, I felt like he had been in a battle, largely because of the bandage around his head. And because it was merely a cloth tied, I thought, this was from some time in the past. I tried to think what this could mean, but...I didn't know.

Another strange thing is I have been seeing this wolf-man face reflected in the light of my bedroom door (where I capture orbs so often). The other night whilst I was in an altered state I saw a large spirit residing there and I knew it to be "the father" whereas "the mother" was in the opposite corner of the room. I know it all sounds strange, but this is my mental process and what I experience as a "medicine woman" (woman who is driven to communicate with spirit). At the same time, I saw that the swarm of orbs were always there because of the father spirit being in that location. They come from him or are because of him.

Now, I am thinking that this wolfman is one of the orbs, and as such, one of the personalities or lifetimes of this father energy that is currently residing in the doorway area. And that for me, the orbs I capture are possibly energies of pastlives (this is just one theory, so, I only mean it as a possibility). And perhaps then I am one of the lives of this father energy (and the mother). And I am working to integrate all the other lives within myself, draw us all together maybe. And now there is this wolfman (who may look like a wolf in spirit, but was probably human in form when "living").

To take it further, perhaps he was a soldier (who knows whether British or American) during the Revolutionary War. I would assume he either died during that war or was so affected by it that he still identifies heavily with it. Whatever the case, he is a really strong part of the spirit conglomerate that I am so anxious and excited to bring into the whole of us.

By going off to sooth the neighbour, I neglected my greatest desire, and that is a reminder to me to keep my eye on the ball and stay focused. Let the chips fall where they may, and don't get sidetracked trying to manage and control everything else. Stay focused. And do what I absolutely love, love, love to do.