our Caravan of Re-Joy-Sing pilgrimage honoring our transcendent journey into being and becoming even mre radiant light over the twelve days of the Feast of Incarnation, our taking joy in transforming shadows into gifts and our witnessing these gifts as dreams coming to us each night for the 12 nights of Christmas/the Festival of Light continues as we saunter across the desert guided by a constellation and our 9th night’s sun of the fiery Sagittarius and once again this sign proves to be the just right incubator for last night’s initiatory dream with the Sagittarian Archer, Wounded Healer and Healer of Wounds, Transformer of Shadows into Light…

on the ninth night of Christmas, my true love (Sagittarius) gave to me, a dream of… riding the wind into great silence where everything/no thing is still like a numinous rainbow serpent coiled in fetal position resting in the gap right before the arrow of love, the most powerful intoxicant penetrates and awakens the inner jewels of the core to come alive, to open to being a spiraling, sparkling rainbow wave of pure delight, a confluence of colors and frequencies merged into an arc of waves, a bridge uniting all opposites…

thousandfold thanks to the archer of love, the laser beamer of light for turning the darkness into clear sight…