Christine Pilgrim

Bear

Ancestral Ho’oponopono Healing

  My hands are over my chest, fingers wide but interlaced. I see the head of a bear. My hands pulse like a heartbeat. Energy is released. A red thread starts to weave itself around my heart becoming a piece of cloth. I hear the words; we are all of the same cloth.   The cloth becomes

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Meditation
white feather

Cut From the Same Cloth

It’s a gift, a clear jeweled box filled with pink jewels. This gift is offered to me on outstretched hands. Above the wrists, the clothing is torn away. I see the cloth remnant and I hear; we are cut from the same cloth.   My Indian Father, One Who Sees walks with me. I am

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Meditation
Anchor

The Drifting Anchor

  I’m in a river, underneath the water holding an anchor. It is attached to a pontoon boat on the surface. I can’t find anything to snag the anchor on so the boat keeps drifting in the swift current.   The people on the boat are laughing and having a great time, I don’t know them. They

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Dreams