Hi everyone!
This is one my first times posting so bare with me…
I have been working on the dream world and what’s or who is been trying to connect with me…
I had one last night…
Much like COVID… Everyone was afraid of this disease or as I called it a sickness…
Those who got it got wings of some sort… They were either black, Gray, or White… I guess each color had its own meaning and power behind it… And they all did not understand how to use what they were given for good… So the majority of people ended using it for evil…
Well in my dream I had finally ebded up getting the sickness… But… My Wings weren’t Black, Gray, or White… They were Red… I’m not sure why… But I had insisted on using what powers I was given for good…
And the last thing I remember
Was a being who would show up in the sky every day or so… And shine this beaming light… As bright as the sun… But no one else… Even the sick could face it but me… Then we somehow became friends… And me being told …
As from the depths of the season you came so shall you fly to the sky and beyond…
I know it does not make to much sense but it is what I can remember…
I would love to hear your witchy wisdom…
Love and light to all of you…
Blessed Be!