Introduction

A personal bit of history popped into mind to write this week’s blog for you; Dream Teaching from the Big Bad Wolf.

To begin, see if you can remember or imagine hearing the sound somewhere of boots clop-clopping along wooden sidewalks of an early American frontier town. It sounded like someone who knew where they were going and meant business. I liked the sound.

Lucid Dreaming

So it was a happy surprise to wake up in a lucid dream to find myself garbed in period clothing, walking on the above-said wooden sidewalk in boots while listening to the cadence of my steps. I stopped in front of the saloon, turned to the left, and surveyed the three dusty desert streets in front of me. They converged right in front of where I stood.

The Big Bad Wolf

A lone figure moved on the road in the distance toward me. It didn’t take long to see that it wasn’t human but a huge black wolf type of creature. Its oversized inky black ears stood vertically up through two holes in its blue gingham cap. (I know. Blue gingham? What? Only in a dream, right?)

Its sleek and pointed snout jutted out beneath the cap. It’s monstrous mouth was lined from front to back with upper and lower teeth, shiny, huge, white and ever so razor sharp. It’s appearance was terrifying. The wolf walked utterly upright on its hind legs and I could see it also held something close to its chest with its front paws.

The Big Bad Wolf stopped in the desert sand road, maybe four feet in front of me. Of course, wouldn’t you know, the wolf had to be twice the typical size of a wolf for this dream, and I knew he was there to eat me alive. The blue gingham bonnet, and attire was a weird and futile attempt at disguise, hiding nothing, and adding to the stress.

I could only imagine how Little Red Riding Hood felt once upon a time. It was the fairy tale that probably coaxed the wolf and its gingham haute couture to the surface of my dream. There are endless possibilities to explore in the dream world, both waking and sleeping. I was terrified to think of being eaten alive by some named or unnamed monster.

My boots on the walk way had become a distant memory, and now, scared completely crapless, I snapped awake in my bed, tried to shake off the terrifying dream, and to get on with my day.

The Following Week

Unable to stop thinking about the dream, I sought out a dream maven the following week. Hennie loved dream work, and she and I often shared our budding wisdom from metaphysical and spiritual interests.

“Hennie. This dream is creeping me out. I don’t know what to make of it. Is a werewolf after me? Should I be aware of strangers bearing gifts?”

She reminded me that we’re best at interpreting our dreams rather than leaving them to someone else. However, she suggested a light, relaxing guided meditation with a few well-placed questions that might safely open the dream to my understanding.

I lay on her guestroom bed, listening to music and her guided imagery. She led me back into the dream, and I stood again in front of the Big Bad Wolf. My focus seemed drawn to the object the wolf held against her heart.

Upon closer scrutiny, it was a royal purple, perfectly square box in a beautiful brushed sateen metal finish. A silky peridot-green ribbon carefully tied around the tin and tied into a bow at its center, gave the package an air of sophistication and expense. I hadn’t noticed the details before, so frightened I was at first glance.

Lesson: Fear obscures our ability to see what there might be to appreciate.

The wolf spoke. “I brought this gift to you.” and held the box out to me.

Lesson: There is a gift in all things if we look for them.

Lesson: It turns out that, among other things, Peridot symbolizes physical harmony, while purple symbolizes spiritual balance.

Anubis

My curiosity and confidence strengthened, and now, with the above lessons in mind, I was ready to converse with the wolf directly. Again, it was a wolf in the dream, but the beast quickly set me straight on yet another “fear mind model” I had about the dream that kept me from seeing true.

The animal said it was insulted to be recognized as a wolf when it was Anubis, a dog deity from Ancient Egypt. Shocked to hear the news, I apologized at once and asked why it had come into my dream, aside from the gift it held.

Anubis told me that he represented death and shadows in Egypt but his gifts were of vision, transmutation, and rebirth into a greater Balanced Reality between the World of Spirit and the World of Form, i.e., Heaven-on-Earth.

Anubis further represented the Path of the Egyptian Shamanic tradition. Those who could look Anubis in the eye without fear would receive the deeper gifts of Anubis, and their lives would be transformed and elevated in ways we could only dream possible. As I gazed into his eyes for greater understanding, he faded from view, and I “returned” to Hennie’s room. Since I have always been able to “see’ the gift in anything, this has been of great value.

Lesson: Those who discover the Truth about fear and pluck out the falsehood at the root, find a wellspring of Love Consciousness, which sets us free.

Lesson: Things are NOT as they appear. Look deeper. Everything “out there” in a day dream or nighttime dream is a mirror of our inner landscape.

Conclusion

I started with a dream about a wolf and showed how it took me on a transformational journey to ancient Egypt and Anubis, where I didn’t end up anywhere we thought I might. Instead of being eaten alive by dreaming the big bad wolf, instead, I was set free by Anubis’ wisdom to look for the gift within every nightmare. Wherever there is fear, there is Light exposing the fear.

I hope you enjoyed this Dream Teaching of the Big Bad Wolf. I intend that this dream empowers you, too, now.

Thoughts? Add them to the comments. See you next week!

Love dissolves fear,
Kaye