I had a dream last night that I want to share. It's one of those dreams that just blasts with rays of incoming light and Truth. Don't you love those dreams? When you wake up and have it all figured out? *wink*
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Miles' birthday party was taking place in my home, and I'd been told by my partner that he'd invited a gentleman from work to come and bring along his family.
My house was flooded with unexpected people, but most notably, the affluent man, who brought many, MANY daughters. All were playing with their children on swingsets and with toys, filling up every corner of my house and garden. Upon closer inspection, I discovered that they all looked rather ill and had whiteheads on their faces. Their eyes were, in many cases, almost swollen shut. They were all sisters, and they all bore a very similar resemblance, they even seemed to all be about the same age.
Down the garden path, happily putting some distance between myself and my numerous odd guests, I saw a red Fox pop up near a bright green tree, standing out in my visual field on the dismal landscape.
She came near me and I saw that her tail had been removed. It was ragged, stubbed and brushy, having been removed in a haste, perhaps. More and more distressed foxes of all colors, some wearing dog collars, came around wanting to follow me out the gate to escape their captor, the gentleman with all of the daughters. I was very unsure of what I was seeing, and it took me some time to come up with a plan. I whispered to them that their tails WOULD grow back, but I would have to come secretly and let them free so that they could get a good lead on him, as he would be coming for them. They seemed so disparaged in their hopes, not unlike shelter dogs, but I provided something for them to cling to. I closed the gate knowing that I would be back after dark.
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If you've ever had the pleasure of seeing a Fox or it's tail, you know that it is her shining glory. It is FAT, FLUFFY and by far, one of the most beautiful and cozy tails in the animal kingdom. She uses it to curl up into, and keep warm, to navigate with like a rudder, to strut her stuff. Her tail activates instinct, kundalini, sensuality, self-sanctuary, mystique, camouflage.
Under the light of the moon, it is time to slip our collars and regrow our tails. The inner dictator, passed down through all of the various outdated systems, is dying. His daughters cannot see, and the last organ in line to detox, the skin, has begun to show it's repressed anger and irritation. The promise of my dream is one of regeneration. These feminine tails are growing back into their lively, fluffy, cozy guidance.
The SouLodge Summer Session began today. It has been an amazing day of transparency, of sharing fear, a willingness to release obstacles blocking the instinctual path, and of great emotional intelligence. My hope is that it is a place where we can continue to grow back our heavenly tails.
If you are currently in the process of regenerating your own beautiful extremities, which connects you to the vitality that soulful undomestication provides, please tell me more. My dream is to see collars on the streetcorners and tails up proud, headed for the forest.
And so I say confidently: I am a Woman. Let me do what I do.
Yip! Yip!
