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Karen’s Dream of Owl and Me

Today’s post is, in some ways, a continuation of my Sleeping Bear Dunes and Birthday Owls post. I’ll begin with my dream journal recap of Karen’s dream. She has graciously allowed me to use her name here. You’ve already encountered her in the Two of Cups Equinox Portal post and the Queen of Wands Imbolc Portal post. If you’ve read those posts, you’ve gotten a peak into her journey, and you can see the synchronicities and joy begin to unfold in magical ways.

Fast forward to today’s dream journal recap:

6/3/2022

“Karen’s Dream of Owl and Me”

Yesterday afternoon, client Karen (whose North Node conjuncts my Venus) told me she keeps forgetting to tell me about a dream she had. She rarely recalls her dreams, and to her knowledge has never dreamed about me. In her dream, she and I stood looking at an owl. When the owl opened its beak and mouth wide, I pointed to it and said, “Look, it makes a perfect ‘o’.” 

She tried to describe the symbol to me, because it was really an ‘o’ with points. I asked her to draw it and she sent me a drawing, then a photo of a Kentucky agate portal with “the right swoop if you make the sides a bit rounded.” She has her little witch/Queen of Wands portal I painted her now walking towards that portal. (It’s a slice of the Kentucky agate, and you can slightly see through it.)

I texted back, “Very cool to all of this! Especially the portal. I will have to ponder your dream. Thank you for sharing it. So basically, I pointed to the owl and said it was making a perfect O? Was it a baby owl?”

She replied, “It was not a baby owl. We were looking at an owl and it opened its mouth wide, and you made that comment. Now I’m not sure if there was any interaction or if we were just observing it. 

“Now [I’m] doubting myself because it wasn’t an o as in round, but it [m]ust have been a perfect symbol. Maybe some Rune that sounds like oh?”

I told her I would ponder this because nothing jumped out at me. Awoke around 3:55 a.m. just before David’s alarm went off. I realized, “It’s a UFO. Turn the owl mouth 90 degrees and it’s a flying saucer shaped UFO. An owl with open mouth gives a message about UFO’s.”

I emailed Karen so as not to wake her up: “Turn the dream symbol on its side and it’s a UFO flying saucer. This connection is central to Mike Clelland’s research, including the book I am in.” Then I included owl and alien emojis. I’m supposed to post about this. She has also been to Suttons Bay and the owl store. Apparently, there’s a spot where people hike down and often can’t get back. Not sure what she meant since this was the end of our session.

Fell back asleep, and I got more downloads for my July 2022 Forecast. The precision of highly charged astrology transits hitting the US in July is insane. No wonder I have such a feeling of massive shift. From start to finish — it’s not just the Mars-Uranus-North Node conjunction. That’s like the fireworks finale to a month of fireworks — literal and figurative.

END of dream journal.

After writing up the dream, I asked Karen: “Can I post about this without using your name, and if so, may I include the photos and your texted description of the dream? If not, no worries on either account. I just got the sense I was supposed to document this on my blog for some reason.”

She replied: “Sure. You can do anything you want. I don’t even care if you mention my name if you feel led to. And very cool connection you made which reminded me that I saw either a really futuristic plane or a UFO last week. It was black and looked sort of like a fan shaped shield and I saw the top of it like it was going straight up. Then it went forward and was so thin it disappeared. I hear you… planes don’t do that. But I do live near an air force base. I’m going to look into that some more and see if I can find a picture.”

The exact moment her reply came through, I emailed her two images, with the following message:

I’m imagining the outline of this, including the beak:

and this, minus the legs:

I love that the image comes from a site called: https://www.dreamstime.com/royalty-free-stock-photo-silver-metal-flying-saucer-ufo-harsh-white-desert-planet-landscape-landed-image35526575   … The pinterest owl image also originated at “dreamstime.com” 

Karen replied: “That’s the mouth!”

To which I replied, “I was just emailing Mike Clelland about this when your message came through ‘That’s the mouth!'”

Our morning continued with interwoven synchronicities. Mike’s in a different timezone, so he hasn’t yet flown into the swirling vortex — at least not by email. 🙂

Here are the images Karen texted me last night as a follow-up to our phone conversation:

She and I went back and forth about how much of her name to include, and she added about the possible UFO event: “What I saw might have been the stealth bomber. But it’s still an anomaly because it’s not stationed here.”

me: “Lots of anomalies these days!”

Karen: “So true.”

I went about the rest of my morning, tending the garden, riding the exercise bike. Then I received another email from her with a subject line “FYI.” She sent it from her iPhone: “Just passed a car the license plate said area 51B.”

me: “LOL, I better write this post soon or it will keep growing!”

Sleeping Bear Dunes and Birthday Owls

This will be a longer post with lots of photos and dreamlike synchronicities. If you don’t like that sort of thing, you’ve been forewarned! Please feel free to pass over this one. For those of you who do like that sort of thing, here’s some of the story surrounding my birthday getaway to Sleeping Bear Dunes, about three hours north of us.

Sleeping Bear Dunes National Lakeshore seen from Empire Bluff

David and I did what we sometimes do — where we leave home Saturday morning and arrive back home Sunday evening. We find the energy up near Traverse City and Sleeping Bear Dunes so recharging that a single overnight feels like weeks of restoration. We usually stay in Traverse City but this time opted to stay at the M22 Inn at Suttons Bay. I didn’t think anything of it when I booked the reservations, because I simply clicked the link David sent me as a recommendation from his former coworker. When we got there, though, I recognized the synchronicity of M22 since my birthday is May 22.

The number 22 continued to show up throughout our trip, and not just because of Michigan’s famous Route M22. I also saw it on a woman’s sport sweatshirt, on mugs all around town, and a shopkeeper made a point of saying she and her husband “purchased this shop last Fall because of its 22 year success rate.” (More on that shop later!)

On Saturday, we had a decadent lunch at Poppycock’s and then wandered various shops in Traverse City. The energy felt a bit off to both of us, like we had grown beyond our former “happy place.” We haven’t been there since October 2019, which was also a good, but spooky weird trip!

This past week brought forth some very old energies that seem related to the upcoming New Moon. I sensed I was on the right track to pull a metaphorical Blue Angels maneuver rather than crash and burn, but the off energies in Traverse City encouraged me to do a birthday check-in on the way to the hotel. Unbeknownst to David, I said in my head, “OK, owls, I feel like I’m walking in the right direction, but I could use a sign to confirm that. Please let me know if I’m walking in the right direction and that I’m interpreting my dreams correctly.”

(In order for the rest of this post to make sense, you need to know that I have a long history with owls. They’re my totem animal, and they tend to appear as helpers and at major decision points in my life. When I see them, I know I’m on the right track. I’ve written about synchronous owls many times since an experience I had while recovering from my 1998 TBI, and a bunch of my owl stories are featured in their own chapter of Mike Clelland’s book “Stories from the Messengers.”)

Immediately — and I mean the very next moment — after asking the owls to confirm if I’m walking in the right direction, I turned my head to the right and saw a huge owl weather vane with an arrow pointing in the direction we were driving. “OK, message received! Thank you.” I thought that was the end of it. I got my confirmation. Now I could move on with the birthday celebration.

We arrived at the hotel, and I discovered that our accommodations turned into a little cabin facing the woods. It was just across the street from the Bay, so lots of water energy, but the door and window faced the woods. This building stood apart from the rest of the hotel, which had rooms lined up next to each other. Instead, we got the “cabin” I had really wanted to stay in for my birthday. It had wooden floors and rustic furniture, and the very same bedspread I put in one of the guest rooms of the Blue House I rented as an office, classroom and overnight lodging space for students, back when we lived in Goshen.

This felt like a magical blessing so soon after seeing the owl weather vane pointing in the direction we were already heading. The energy of our trip heightened to an almost giddy level. We decided to eat dinner in Suttons Bay, and it took awhile to get in somewhere. We got there just after 6 p.m., so all the stores were closed, but we window shopped as we waited for a text telling us our table was ready. Directly across from the restaurant, we saw this scene outside a store:

You can see how the area was roped off, but without going further in to the store’s entrance, we still saw a LOT of owls! I thought to myself, “Ohhhhhhh-kay! Thanks, Guys, message received 100-fold.” We didn’t plan to return to Suttons Bay the next day since we wanted to hike the Empire Bluff trail at Sleeping Bear Dunes. Again, I figured this was the end of this trip’s owls, because, wow, that was a lot of owls!

We had a hilarious dinner, the details of which I’ll spare you, but again, we remained giddy — grateful for our getaway and noting how even things that quasi-disappointed us somehow served as huge confirmation of our prior decisions. We thought of risks we took, as well as times we calculated not to do things. This trip confirmed a bunch of those, and we continued feeling more and more grounded, alongside our giddiness. As we walked past the store on the way to our car, David said, “Eventually, you’ll fall in love with one of those owls and bring him home with you.” I thought this was an odd thing to say, but kept that to myself.

The morning of my birthday, 5/22, I awoke from one of the most beautiful, affirming and joyful dreams I’ve ever had. I recorded that while David slept in, and then we had some organic gluten-free quiche we’d picked up the day before from Oryana Cafe at the Traverse City food co-op. Amazing stuff! While we ate, David surprised me by saying we would stop in Suttons Bay this morning, because, “You need to get one of those owls.”

I protested, saying, “I’m at Manifest Destiny with stuff. I don’t even know where I’d put it,” but David convinced me to go and at least check out the store. We walked up the pathway, and my mouth hung open:

It wasn’t just hundreds of owls — there were thousands of them! I said a quick, “If I’m meant to get one, make it obvious.” One owl stood off by itself, and my eye fell to it right after that request. I picked him up but then decided to put him down and take a photo to show my mom, who also loves owls. It’s the 8″ tall one in front. His face is so sweet that I couldn’t resist bringing him home.

We entered the store, and I saw more and more owls:

The store has all kinds of items in it, but everywhere I looked, my eyes landed on owls. As we checked out, we spoke with the shop owner who told us she and her husband purchased the store due to its 22 year long success rate. She said, “The owls carry the store.”

Eventually, we made our way to Sleeping Bear Dunes and started our hike. The name comes from a Native American myth, and this whole area feels steeped in those energies. David took a photo of me, and the shadows hitting my face shapeshifted me to an American Indian look. Normally, I’m a super pale white girl with red hair, so this image startled me.

We continued our walk through the magical woods. I felt a strong Faery presence right before seeing this Green Man stump:

David took some other photos of me along the way.

I really wanted a photo of us together, but he said, “I prefer being the man of mystery on your blog.” I reminded him that he has appeared on occasion, but he still said no. Then another couple approached us, and the woman cheerfully offered to take our photo together. We couldn’t refuse her smile, so we got this rare shot of us on Empire Bluff:

We hiked a little further, then wound our way back through the woods. I came upon this tree, and thought, “This is an owl spot. Owls hang out here. … You know, it would be REALLY affirming to see an owl in a tree — if it’s not too much trouble.”

I immediately heard in my head: “Look to your left.”

I turned and walked a few meters down a little path to my left and saw this:

As one of my friends said when I showed her these photos: “That’s LITERALLY seeing an owl in a tree! Spirit is hilariously « on the letter » sometimes!”

Uh huh.

The synchronicities continued, but I think you get the idea. 🙂 On our drive home, David and I commented on what a magical getaway we’d had. Just then, I happened to glance at the stereo, which seemed to agree:

When we arrived home, I had birthday gifts, cards and a Free People package awaiting me. The cards turned out to be owl cards, as did some of the presents. I opened the Free People package to find a belt I’d ordered awhile back. I folded it up vertically and did a double take:

Believe it or not, this was just a quick summary of some of the owl signs and synchronicities on my birthday weekend. All in all, I’d have to say I received STRONG confirmation from the owls that I’m “walking in the right direction.” It was a magical birthday and a lovely time away with David. I’m so grateful for my bizarre and blessed life!

Comment Bump Up from the Mike Clelland interview of Laura Bruno

This is a comment bump up from the post of Mike Clelland’s interview of me on Whitley Strieber’s Unknown Country. (You can read what I had to say about that interview here.)

The comments are all very supportive and excited, until September 7, when reader William C says:

Michael, forgive me, but I cannot believe you take all these New Age practitioners seriously and give them a public forum. Lyme disease is a horrible disease. To equate it to some sort of spiritual awakening is almost obscene. But hey, I was trounced on Whitley’s forum for not being a New Ager, since I guess that is a prerequisite around here. Really sad.

Something led me to pop over to the interview page today, and I happened to see the comment. I felt it important to reply there, and also to share the exchange here, for clarity:

I’m sorry you feel that way, William. I can assure you that I in no way trivialize the horrible experiences of my Lyme clients. I nursed my (then) husband through Chronic Lyme, and I also survived my own infection with Lyme. It IS a brutal, existentially crushing disease, and I do not take that lightly.

The emails I receive from people who’ve read my writings on Lyme disease, as well as comments from clients with advanced, Chronic Lyme, share a sense of relief, a “clicking in,” profound gratitude, and a feeling of finding the blessings and especially the Meaning within the trauma. It’s like Victor Frankl’s ability to survive his concentration camp experience by finding meaning.

Those I know who have completed the “initiation” for lack of a better term, are living deeper, more joyful and meaningful lives than they ever imagined they could prior to Lyme. That in no way invalidates the journey or the scars they acquired along the way, but those soul wounds also triggered much deeper healing and inner peace.

I realize how from a superficial look, other people would consider me a New Ager, but I am actually NOT a proponent of New Age fluffy luv-n-lite. I find it toxic, disabling and disempowering, but I’ve learned not to throw the baby out with the bathwater. Some tools and concepts, taken much deeper, can heal in profound and loving ways. “Know thyself” is powerful advice and balm, and sometimes it helps to have someone reflect that self back to you. I consider this sacred work, and I wish you well.

Peace,

Laura

UPDATE 9/9/19 Comment Bump Up from the comments to this post on my blog:

I define “New Age” as diluted and distorted Mystery Teachings that people swallow because of the “truth signature” while not discerning that there may be poison and lies tagging along for the ride. At its worst, luv-n-lite callously victim-shames and/or spiritually bypasses opportunities for real growth. True Love and True Light nurture and heal, whereas New Age platitudes act more like a sugar rush and/or superfoods laced with toxic heavy metals. Not a fan!

Traverse City Weekend Getaway

David and I took a well-earned mini-vacation this weekend, driving three hours north to Traverse City, Michigan. I’ve had Traverse City on my radar for awhile, because per capita it seems to have the largest number of Reiki Master Teachers in Michigan. This is anecdotal, but I consider clusters of RMT’s, vegan and gluten-free food options, metaphysical shops, and art galleries as a kind of energetic signature that sparks my interest. We chose this weekend hoping to find peak fall colors, and wow, did we ever! The golds lit up the grey mist, as did friendly locals and cozy food.

I thought I’d share some photos and expriences here since I have a lot of vegan and/or gluten-free readers. Traveling can pose challenges for special diets unless you find yourself in a major city or along the East or West Coast. With all my (43) moves, I’m hard pressed to list another small location other than Sedona or Tahoe with this many vegan and gluten-free choices.

We first stopped in Oryana, a real community co-op that reminded me of the food co-op in Ashland, Oregon. You could tell this was much more than a store. It felt like a community gathering place, and Oryana Cafe is amazing! Continue reading

Synchronous Owls

I have been having so many owl synchronicities the past two months that I decided to repost this essay from 2002. Originally published in The Spiral Journey, it won an Animal Communication Writing contest when I could barely write more than 20 minutes per day and when I had never even heard of Animal Communication!

On my most recent trip to visit my parents, my mom alerted me that she had heard “my” owl hooting on a very significant date for me. Owl Wisdom emphasizes a change in cycle, clairaudience, communication between realms, stealth, reincarnation and shapeshifting. These things certainly make a lot more sense to me now than they did in 1998 when I first encountered this lovely visitor!

Anyway, I hope you enjoy my trip down memory lane. Maybe some day I’ll write a sequel. For those interested in learning more about owls and their extraordinary passion and intelligence, my mom recommends the book, “Wesley the Owl: The Remarkable Love Story of an Owl and His Girl.” I’ve only read snippets, but it seems like a nice bridge between science and heart. In fact, my mom loves the book so much that she asked me to paint her a picture of Wesley the Owl before I left. The little canvas is already hanging on her wall. 🙂

The Backyard Owl

by Laura (Derbenwick) Bruno

In May of 1998, I suffered a traumatic brain injury, the effects of which forced me to spend the summer recovering at my parents’ home in Pennsylvania . The nausea, confusion, and perpetual migraine headaches left me unable to do much but sleep for 16 hours a day, listen to Chopin, and eat whatever food my queasy stomach could handle.

I passed my first few weeks there in an alternately excruciating and euphoric haze, but by mid-June, I had developed an afternoon routine. With Chopin lulling my brainwaves into submission, I would boil water and heat two scones in the toaster oven. Struggling to walk with a cup of tea in one hand and the scones in the other, I would then sink into the back porch chaise—exhausted once again. I was often too tired to feel my boredom, but occasionally it surfaced in anguishing waves of isolation. My parents worked during the day, so when I awoke at 1p.m. I had no companionship, and I could not focus my attention enough to read or meditate. In fact, almost any stimulation sent me reeling into vertigo, but the lack of conversation or distraction sometimes felt unbearably lonely.

Somewhere in the course of those afternoons on the back porch, I noticed what looked to me like an owl sitting on a branch at the back of my parents’ property. Day after day it would return, and when the thought finally occurred to me that owls do not usually show themselves in daylight, I considered that I might be hallucinating. With intermittently double vision and all those painkillers, it certainly seemed possible. Still, I came to enjoy my afternoons with this owl, who so reliably settled himself on the same branch—always within a few minutes of my thud into the chaise. He was the perfect companion. Quiet, knowing, keen of sight. I never spoke to him, nor he to me, yet we developed an understanding between us; I could feel his presence, even with my eyes closed. Although the crows harassed him mercilessly, he sat with me for as long as I remained outside.

One Saturday, my mother decided to lounge on the back porch as well. I stretched out and began to anticipate the owl’s company, when my mom suddenly hissed in excitement: “Laura, that looks like an owl! Back there, in the trees. I have to go get my binoculars.” She ran into the house and came out with them around her neck: “Oh my Go– It is. A great horned owl! But what’s it doing outside at 3:00 in June?” As she gazed through her binoculars, I nonchalantly explained to her, “He’s my friend. He sits with me every day when I come out here.” “What!?” My mom was now surprised and envious. A longtime collector of owls, she had joined the Audubon Society in hopes of seeing more of them in the wild. “Laura, why didn’t you tell me?” I answered her truthfully, “Because I wasn’t sure if he was real.”

Eventually, I recovered enough to return to my own apartment, and my mother never saw the owl again. Curiously, she did hear the owl on certain nights, but only when I happened to be visiting their home again. Over the years, it has become a joke between us that when I arrive, “my” owl welcomes me. On a visit home last winter, I had a strange dream of two dark, catlike figures that were not cats. They danced an elaborate S-pattern and then melted into one another. I had no idea what the dream might symbolize, and yet it seemed important—like in dreaming it, I had participated in a ritual of wholeness.

At breakfast, I described the dream to my mom, and she did not know what to make of it either. She went upstairs to fold laundry and abruptly yelled for me to come up there. She stood looking outside the window at some disturbances on the previous night’s snowfall. “Laura, I think we need to go outside and check this out.” We bundled up and trudged through the snow to the markings she had noticed from above. Two sets of tracks in S-like patterns appeared as if out of nowhere. Judging by the direction of the toes, two large birds had dropped from the sky and undulated towards one another on the ground. After coming together, they once again took flight.

Of course, I cannot say with certainty that it was my old companion, but great horned owls do begin their courtship in late January. I like to think our bond remains. A true friendship: no matter how long the separation, we share key moments in our lives.

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The Backyard Owl

This essay won The Spiral Journey‘s Animal Communication Writing Contest in Fall 2002.  It was published in Patricia Spork’s Loss Comfort and Healing from Animal Sightings, and an excerpt also appears in my own book, If I Only Had a Brain Injury.  Since people continue to resonate with this story, I thought I’d share it here:

Great Horned Owl Photo (copyright Stephen Bruno)

Great Horned Owl Photo (copyright Stephen Bruno)

 

copyright Laura Derbenwick, 2002

Laura Bruno, 2008