These are strange days indeed that we have been living through. April and May have passed in a blur of homeschooling, appreciating the hour or two of peace when the dragons boys sleep, sending healing and protection out to all those suffering, before falling exhausted into bed every evening. To sleep perchance to dream indeed. Ever since the announcement of lockdown I have had the most intense and indelible dreams that have certainly given me lots to think about, write about and paint.
There have been moments when Spirit have come so close that they have all but manifested before my eyes, when I have closed them long enough for a brief moment of meditation. In these pages I will relate some of the dreams and visions that have occurred over the last two months. These have led me to a deep connection with old gods and goddesses that have spoken to me with a very loud voice, from somewhere deep within the very core of my being.