My Horse, My Place

So, I was walking through my "place" where I often am taken in my dreams, and during meditation, and usually there is a pretty heavy mist that covers everything. It's not quite fog, but its mist enough that it could be confused as such. This time, the mist was a very thin veil between me and everything around me. It is a forest area outside, I never see the sun shine because it is almost always overcast or twilight. The forest vegetation is very thin and the grass between trees is perfectly mowed. It never seems to grow. I make a left turn where I always do to find my horse.

I've had a few dreams in the past in this exact place, and I've done some shamanic work on them. My horse is a HUGE majestic Clydesdale with a very long mane and very long tail. The mane and tail is silvery white, while the body and feathers of the horse are black. My shaman and I decided the horse symbolized my spirit, because in my first dream of this series, I walked up to it and it breathed in my face, filling me with power. My Horse's colors, we decided, symbolized the balance between male and female energy in me, the total Black body meaning my feminine outweighs my masculine...

But after this left turn, this time, instead of me walking up to my horse, my horse walks up to me. It seems to cower, and I feel taller than it although I am aware that it is about two feet taller than me. It then lowers it's head and nuzzles my arm. My arm is left with black paint on it, and I look at my horse and where there was black paint, there is now white fur. I am shocked, but my horse seems to be sorry as I pet it and more and more black paint comes off. The only places black paint doesn't come off are the legs and the breast, and a small ring around both eyes. The mane and tail stay white, but no longer silvery. Then the mist seems to thicken. I don't remember much beyond that point, but I am so curious to see what you think about it...

Thanks so much,

Viv

God and His Horse

Dear Peregrin,

I was meeting with a very old man. I had never seen him before and we were sitting outside in a place that was very old and beautiful. The trees were big and old and hung over like they were trying to listen to our conversation. The old man had a kind face that I could only get small glimpses of and could never really see even though we were no more than 2 ft apart. He had white hair and long white robes on they were long and very clean. His aura seemed to glow a soft white hue faintly tinted by all the colours.

I don't remember what he was saying to me but I was asking if he was God. I remember only him smiling and then a white Horse sliding its face up beside mine. It was soft and he was very sweet. He was all white like the man and he nudged me I closed my eyes and rubbed his face as it pressed against mine. When I opened them the man and the horse were gone. Even though I was all alone I felt this amazing sense of calm and knowing that I had never had before. (not the dream).

My mother is an atheist, so I was never raised with an organized religion of any sort. In my childhood until now (early 20's) I have found and followed a pagan path choosing to somewhat reject the ideas of Christianity. My boyfriend is Catholic and the rest of my family is Christian or Anglican... I have recently been feeling lost, religiously, not knowing where my beliefs lie... I don't know if this dream is trying to tell me that I am on the right path, or that I am on the wrong path... or that maybe it was god in my dream... I have been feeling guilty for not believing in him or her the way that I should be (bible and whatnot) I believe there is a presence there always.

Kimberly

Horse Barn

Dear Peregrin,

Had a dream that I visited a relatives house and they took me to look at their new horse barn, It was like a mansion, varnished wood floors, mahogany floors and stalls, grandfather clocks in some of the stalls, and some stalls actually set up like peoples bedrooms (Real beds etc.) We walked around and everyone acted like this was a normal horse barn.

I have a cousin who is thinking about building a new barn, but I don't think he's going to make it into a mansion.

Joe Is Me