"Your dreams are your doorways" - Auntie Poepoe, Hawaiian elder
The way I receive a lot of my information is through my dreams, or through feelings, and just a general "knowing", which the Celts referred to as the "Second Sight", where one can see into the future. I might get general feelings and knowings at first, but when I start dreaming I get the clear picture, usually about something to come in the future.
My dreams and knowings usually have to do with other people, their ancestral shadows, and what's potentially going to happen. What gets tricky about having these dreams of "sight" and knowings about someone is that it intimately connects you to that person, and you might know more about them than they do about you. Dreams are like stories, there's a right time and place to tell them, so one has to be patient. It can be very frustrating. The Celts often refer to the Sight as a "Curse", because often you are seeing things that people don't want to "see". I learned to use my art and poetry as a way to hold and work with what I was "seeing", and also for healing. Here is some of my healing poetry I wrote from my dreams.
Shape Shifting
I learned the art of Shapeshifting:
I became a tree. I dug my roots deep into the ground. My trunk was solid, yet still flexible, and my branches and leaves would blow in the wind. This way, I would not be “blown away” by the rage, hurt, and sadness that my friend was experiencing, but gently receive these winds, and help her to hold on. I could offer a branch when I would see her start to fly away, leave her body, and gently bring her back down to earth.
I became a dolphin, and breathed the manna, the life-force, into my friend when she would get sick and could not breathe. I told her I would have extra breath to share with her when she walked through her deep ancestral shadows.
I became a bear, a nurturing yet fierce protector, and offered my bear cave to my friend to retreat to when she needed to rest and recharge her life-force.
I became an eagle for my friend to fly above the thick matrix of the earthly world, to “see” her story from another perspective.
I became the Fool, and helped my friend to laugh because laughter is good medicine for grief and rage. I helped her to laugh at how ridiculous the human condition really is.
I became a coyote and became very crafty, sticking my leg out to trip my friend or push her off a cliff when she wasn’t paying attention, to help keep her awake and alive.
I became a salmon, to help my friend swim back upstream, and return to her homeland and her ancestors for healing.
-Teresa MacColl, 2005
becoming a woman warrior
a woman warrior
takes care of herself
rests
meditates
gets out of the way
removes herself from
the crowd and chaos
so that
she can remember the story
a woman warrior
stands by her word
when she tells her friend
I am committed to
being here
showing up
walking through these hard times with you
she honors her word
a woman warrior
loves from afar
and she helps her friend
carry some of that load
that weighs her down
'cuz she's been down too
and now is free... to help
a woman warrior
doesn't forget the story
her friend shared with her
and she keeps it safe
because the story is important
not to
forget
a woman warrior
is honored
by the wisdom gained
from sharing and receiving
her friends story
and is grateful
for this beautiful Giveaway
and
she loves her friend
very much
- Teresa MacColl, 2005












