Having horrible dreams when you're a prophetic dreamer and ancestral line healer is the worst feeling in the world.
I am now absolutely convinced that I lost my husband in several past lifetimes..or that these experiences happened across my ancestral line. I have experienced "memories" of my husband being drug out of a tipi and murdered while trying to defend me. I black out when the attackers grab me...
I become overwhelmed with grief every time I "remember" this feeling. For years, every time we went out to the wild, I wouldn't go unless we were well-armed. When we lay down for bed, Nick has to reassure me that we are safe, as I breathe myself through this "memory".
I digress, I woke up this morning at 5 am, distraught over the dream I just had. There were sprigs of Yew with their bright red berries still attached, piled on the soggy ground in front of me. I had black shoes/boots on. Then it fast forwarded to feeling myself still crying, heavy with grief over losing my husband. In that moment it was obvious I had never healed from that loss and I didn't believe I ever would.
So, in an attempt to numb the nausea and heart pain I was feeling over this, I jumped onto social media...where I was instantly met with a photo of Yew and her berries. 🙄 Naturally, I was guided to look up the folklore around Yew. •
In Druid Celtic and many other Northern European traditions, Yew was planted in sacred sites as well as acting as guardians to burial sites. Yew sprigs were laid over graves to help transition the passing of the loved one into the shadow world. Yew was believed to support communicating with spirits and ancestors, especially in the dream state and during Samhain when the veil is the thinnest. There are countless references to Yew's connection with death and the spirit world.
So, here we go again, I suppose. Whether this is my pain or an ancestors pain doesn't matter, healing it does. That way I don't pass this pain on for the the next generations to bear.