Beltane Blessings: Mother Mountains Dream
- Amba'Aliana'Hi
- May 6
- 2 min read
May the beauty of springs blossoming bless you with abundant love and endless blessings. Happy May and Blessed Beltane!
Mother Mountains Dream
Last night in my dream time, I became the earth. I was a wise, ancient mother cradled in the roots of an old mountain. My body was one with the stone and moss and I could see high above all the meadow and valleys. As dusk embraced the sky, I lay down in a field of wildflowers as me, my body became the curves of the mountain, as I laid peacefully on my side, watching the sun’s last golden kiss. I then fell asleep Under the blanket of stars, and I dreamed the Earth into form.
In my dream, the world was a canvas of untamed beauty—wildflowers swaying in the breeze, mighty rivers carving paths of life, ancient trees reaching for the heavens, and deep emerald moss clinging to forest stones. I envisioned caves filled with crystals radiating ethereal light, and magical realms where elves, sidhe, and fae dwell. Angels frolicked among flowers and kittens and magical creatures, playground upon my mountains of beauty in such joy and serenity. I could feel the little ones walking upon my ridges and into the rivers and streams, roaming through the forest and across my hills. I could hear their little feet beating upon my soft and nurturing soil, I could hear their laughter and joy singing me songs, I could feel their excitement in exploring my mystery's.
This sacred place was a sanctuary where children roamed freely, enveloped in love, respect, and held in their divinity. Together, we danced and sang around the ancient tree, sharing our sacred songs and melody's. Each day I would wake up from their joyous songs, and turned into a wise old woman, and began to travel down my own mountain path making my way down and around my rock hills, and through my magical forests, and into the little villages that slept at the base of my belly, and I would sing their spirits awake with the tales from the mother in the mountain. I dreamed this dream as a mountain, all night long, weaving it into the very fabric of my being.
May this vision blossom within me—within us—all. For Mother Earth is dreaming through wi. Blessed Beltane to all! May mother earths dream be our waking lives, and may peace, love and harmony be with all our family.
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