It was a flurry of a snowstorm.
Most people wouldn’t go out in that kind of weather, but I enjoy extremes, they always bring me insights.
I walked through the snow, creating fresh tracks. The satisfaction of being the first to walk the path, to create the trail. The wind was blowing the white specks of mother natures frozen perspiration- one by one they would land on my cheek and instantly melt and flow down my face.
Everything was white, except my cheeks which were rosy from the cold- and my 1980’s neon coloured ski jacket that had been handed down from my mom.
The trail, the trees, the sky, the fields, all matte in white. The birch trees looked so magical with their white bark and the white snow layered on top. It was all so dreamy.
In shamanism, we travel to the upper, lower and the parallel middle world. Everything is different there except one thing. Nature is the constant. No matter what world I have travelled to, nature is always there. For the first recognizable time, I saw the dream within the dream. I felt myself in my journey. Powerful.
I am the dreamer and I am the dream. I am the dreamer that dreamed the dream.
Nature gives us the unique ability to access differently levels of consciousness in this dimension. The dreamscape is accessible through nature. I believe that is why human beings love being in nature, it reawakens that magic within us, the mysterious is alive in nature. Even if we live in big cities and forget about the sacredness of nature or don’t have a strong relationship developed with nature, we still feel it when we go into a forest, walk along the ocean or dive into a lake.
The other world is right there, waiting for us to awaken to it.
The next time you have the chance to walk in nature, put your phone away. Embrace the silence and see the wonder unfolding before you. Maybe, just maybe she will open herself to you and you will see into the other world, into the dream that you are dreaming.
Maybe just maybe, you will see the magic that is right there with you.