For as long as I can remember, I have been an epic dreamer. A lucid dreamer, a past life dreamer, a psychic dreamer and even a prophetic dreamer. A habitual astral projector. A traveler, a seeker, a shape shifter. One could say, I am a dream-walker. In Native American mythology, the dream-walker is an individual that can walk the dream state awake and aware, traveling through space and time. Convening with elders and guides to seek knowledge. To me, this is not mythology, but reality, and it is within this Native American context that I share my story.
Around 1994 I went to a psychic who told me I had a Native American guardian angel. At the time I didn’t pay much attention to this as I was under the suspicion that this particular psychic was… well frankly, full of shit. I mean, what a cliche right? I have been to many psychics in my life and most of them have been mediocre at best, although I have also had the pleasure of meeting truly gifted psychics, mediums and readers. As I wasn’t convinced of this particular “psychics” authenticity, I took this information with a grain a salt and filed my Native American guide away in the back of my mind. Who knew that 10 years later my mind would wander back to that reading, and the guide I had brushed aside would make a profound appearance in my dream state.
I was standing in a desert peppered with scrub brush and tumble weeds. I found myself atop a sandy hill looking out into the vastness of the rolling dunes. Slowly and deliberately a young Native American man with long braided black hair climbed out of a hole in the ground directly in front of me. I remember him vividly. His chest was bare, tanned and smooth. His pants were soft suede. His hair was so shiny the light bounced off of it and he had feathers woven into his braids. He looked at me with the most beautiful, kind and loving face. I was all at once in awe and at ease. He smiled, looked at me and said, “You are a master number 11. You give and receive unconditional love.” I awoke the next morning a little bewildered by his message.
I was a master number 11? What could that mean? Although I had been studying the Tarot and Kabbalistic magic for years, numerology was not something I had much knowledge in. As “luck” would have it, I had 5 numerology books on my shelf collecting dust. I had acquired them in a huge lot of occult books, and hadn’t gotten around to reading them yet. I grabbed them all off the self and started leafing through them looking for any information I could find on the number 11. The first 4 books held no significant information relating to the message I had received. Their definitions and interpretations on the number 11 ranged from “a severe and religious personality” to “an evil number related to Adams first wife Lilith”. Discouraged I picked up the fifth and final book in my stack, not convinced it would hold any of the validation I needed. I turned to page 24 in The Science of Numerology by Sepharial. There in the center of the page read, “The number eleven operates through the higher emotional side of the nature, showing the expression of universal compassion and love as distinct from the personal and selfish form of love which is often based upon passion. It is a feminine and magnetic number and has a great deal to do with psychic force as well as spiritual power and fortitude.” I was flabbergasted! There was my validation.
It was during this time I was going through some pretty profound spiritual experiences. I had just moved to Richmond Virginia and didn’t know many people. I was living alone, abstinent and spent all my free time focusing on my physical and spiritual health. My primary focus was personal growth. I was going out of my body and having positive visitations almost every night. During this time I had a mind blowing experience with what I believe was the VOID, the ONENESS, the SOURCE. It was also at this time that I started shape-shifting in my dreams. I would mostly dream of being a wolf, or a bird. My wolf dreams were extremely vivid. I would run free through the woods, smelling the damp forest air and feeling the moss beneath my paws. I would hunt rabbits and deer, tasting the delicious bloody, raw flesh in my mouth. In life I grew up a vegetarian and still adhere mainly to a vegetarian diet. I do not enjoy most meats, especially rare red meat, so my revelry in these nightly hunts baffled me. I would constantly dream of turning myself into a bird, flapping my arms until they transformed into wings and then soaring through the sky. In my waking state I was constantly being followed by crows, specifically by a single crow. I’m certainly not convinced it was the same crow every time, but none the less Crow was always around a corner waiting. Cawing at me, like it had some important message or secret to give me.
I have always known I have a bird as one of my spirit animals. I’m not sure when or how I discovered this. For as long as I can remember I just knew it to be so. I could just feel it. I once had a very talented astrologer and shaman tell me I had a bird guiding me, and specifically feel a kinship to blackbirds, crows, ravens and magpies. I wouldn’t understand the significance of these crows and their connection to my experiences until years later. It was only very recently that I stumbled upon the puzzle piece that would allow me to see the picture as a whole and understand the message it had for me.
On October 29th 2013 Coast to Coast am aired an interview with one Hoss Lors, a teacher and rancher turned writer, who had spent years living on the Navajo reservation. His subject: Skin-walkers. I had only vaguely heard of Skin-walkers before listening to this interview, but I knew it had something to do with shape-shifting. Being an individual very familiar with alien contact (more about this in my next blog post), I had heard of Skinwalker Ranch, and I knew there was somehow a connection between these skin-walkers and the alien/ufo phenomenon.
Mr. Lors’ interview fascinated me. The story he had to tell about his experiences on the reservation with these so called skin-walkers was quite unbelievable, and I’m sure for most people hard to digest. I however, choose to believe. I go with what resonates with me, always following my intuition, and my intuition told me this man was telling the truth. Unfortunately for Mr. Lors all of his encounters were very negative. By definition the skin-walker is an evil character in Native American mythology. A witch that practices the dark arts and uses shape-shifting abilities to harm others. He/she gains these abilities through sacrifice, the sacrifice of a child. Using the skin of the desired animal he/she cloaks themselves in the likeness of this animal to go about unnoticed wreaking havoc on the unsuspecting victim. Mr. Lors had been a victim, and had almost paid the ultimate price for his encounter with this evil entity. He writes in his book Skinwalker Shards Linger
In his interview with George Noory, Mr. Lors goes into much more detail on his experiences with these shape-shifting witches and the UFOs he encountered on his land. I highly recommend my readers listen to it. (www.coasttocoastam.com offers a wonderful insider subscription that allows listeners to access past shows and archives). It may also be worth taking a look at Mr. Lors’ website www.oldironadventure.com.
After hearing this story, I scoured the internet looking for any and all information I could find on the skin-walkers. I was surprised to find very little, and what I did find was all negative of course. I know negativity exists in this world and I do not dismiss it, that being said I also do not focus on it. I couldn’t shake a nagging feeling that there had to be more to the mythology, something more positive. I focused my search on the origins of the legend. Mr. Lor had mentioned a possible Hopi connection. Of course, The Hopi! The Hopis origins lay among the stars and the star people. The story goes, that long ago, the star people taught the Hopi how to shape-shift. It was a skill to be respected and used for good. One day a Navajo man came to the Hopi and asked for the shape-shifting magic. His child was sick and dying. He needed the magic to travel a great distance in a short amount of time to retrieve a curative herb and save his child’s life. The Hopi agreed to give the Navajo man this magic, but with a warning. Use this magic only for good. The man agreed and saved his child, but the magic was too tempting, and he soon started using it for selfish, evil ends. Thus the Skin-walker was born.
This Hopi legend was intriguing. Here was proof positive. Not all shape-shifters are evil. There was no sacrifice. There was no evil intent. There was no dark magic. This skill had been passed to them from the “star people”, their alien ancestors. The inter-dimensional creators. These star people were masters of matter and time manipulation. The ultimate shape-shifters if you will. It got me to thinking. If we are descended from the star people, than we still have this magic inside of us. The ability to manipulate time and space. To shift from dimension to dimension. To transform ourselves. To walk in the VOID.
I couldn’t stop thinking about these shape-shifters, these skin-walkers and star people. I was trying not focus on the more negative aspects, but Mr. Lors story had shaken me up a bit. He mentioned in his interview that if you focus on these beings they will show up in your life. This is a concept I am very familiar with. What you focus on expands, and I certainly didn’t want to attract any negative entities to myself. Just months earlier I had had a night visitation from the spirit of a Native American man trying to kill me, and I wasn’t eager to have him back anytime soon.
The morning of Halloween, I decided at the last minute to dress up and meet some friend’s out for drinks. I went through all the cheap and easy ideas in my head. Cat, vampire, skeleton… wolf! Wolf it was. I headed down my local craft store to obtain the things I needed to make the costume. As I was browsing the isles thinking about wolves my mind naturally wandered back to the skin-walkers. That’s when I noticed the song playing on the radio. The lyrics sang, “I’m a skin-walker, a night-stalker.” I was shocked! I had never heard that song in my life! Coincidence? I don’t believe in coincidences. I tried searching the internet for the song and singer but had no luck finding it.
It was during one of my many internet searches for Native American mythology stories that I stumbled upon the site www.spiritanimal.info. I decided to look up my old friend the crow, and what it had to say amazed me.
“Crows are commonly associated with magic and the power to manipulate physical appearances. Ted Andrews in his classic on animal totems “Animal Speak” mentions that we can find crows are common animals that we can find all around the globe. As such, they are a reminder that magic is everywhere. When you encounter a crow, just tune into its behavior and it will give you a clue on how to use the magic powers it carries.
Because of its affinity with life mysteries and magic, the crow is seen in many shamanic traditions as the spirit animal of choice for those who use magic and have the power to manipulate the law of our physical universe. The crow used to be the animal of choice of shamans, those who do witchcraft and shape-shifting.
Crows have a usually black with tints of blue depending on the light shining on them. Their color is symbolic of the onset of creation, of the void or what has not taken form yet. Fascinating spirit animals, they carry the energy of life mysteries and the power for deep inner transformation.
As a spirit guide, the crow will guide you in getting in touch with life mysteries and develop your ability to perceive subtle shifts in energy within yourself and in your environment. It has the ability to go beyond the illusions, especially duality of right and wrong, inner and outer.”
There it was again, shape-shifting, the VOID. Obviously the universe was trying to tell me something. And I’m listening! We truly are more than meets the eye, and this world is truly a magical place. There are amazing things happening all around us, if only we would open our eyes to see it! We are all connected to this universe, the creator, the source. My experience with this VOID is probably one of the most incredible things that has ever happened to me in my life.
One night about 10 years ago I went out of my body. I had had OBE’s many times before, but this particular one felt different. I floated up, out of my house and into the night’s sky, drifting toward space. Passing the earth, I could see many alien ships orbiting its atmosphere. As I floated into the oblivion of star speckled darkness, it became very black and still. I became aware that I had no body, I was just a consciousness floating in the infinite nothing. It was nothing and everything all at the same time. It was pure love, pure peace. I was connected to the ALL. I stayed in this state for what seemed like an hour or a second, time did not exist. Then suddenly out of nowhere, a being of pure white light manifested before me. The light was so radiant and the energy so powerful I could hardly stand it. I was in awe. This being then shot the light straight into my body. The energy being transferred to me was so intense I thought I would explode. The sensation I experienced is extremely hard to describe, but I liken it to a cross between being electrocuted and taking a warm bath, like drinking liquid sunshine. Right before I thought I would explode into a billion tiny points of light, I slammed back into my body and shot out of bed light a rocket ship! I was buzzing all over! All my hair follicles were standing on end. I didn’t sleep the rest of the night. I just laid there vibrating for hours, wondering what I had just experienced.