Page 27 Chapter 2 - The Dream

The story of the dream...

Miiskwaankajiig: The Red Sky’s Calling

The sky blazed deep red, neither warning nor wrathful, but alive—an ancient fire stretching across the heavens. It had been foretold long before the first breath of this world, long before the rivers carved their paths through stone and the wind wove its song through the trees. This night was not chance. It was written in time itself.

The planets stood in perfect alignment, glowing like celestial lanterns in the twilight. Their presence was both grounding and otherworldly, their soft luminescence casting a gentle glow upon the land. The universe had waited for this moment, moving the stars, shifting the tides, guiding every breath toward this night.

On a quiet ridge, a lynx sat, still as the ancient stones beneath her. Oginiiwaanzo Bizhiw—Lynx-colored Rose—watched the sky’s fire dance in her golden eyes. Beside her, two cubs nestled close—not newborns, but not yet fully grown. One, nearly an adult, sat poised, ears flicking at the distant hum of the earth. The other, still bearing the softness of youth, pressed against their mother’s warmth. They had seen much, learned much, but tonight was different. Tonight, they would remember.

Across the way, beneath the same cosmic glow, a great bear stood. A father—strong, steady, and bound to the land as much as the mountains themselves. The Red Sky shimmered across his dark coat, tracing the power in his frame. At his feet, two small cubs—twins, mirroring one another in movement and breath—huddled close. They did not yet understand, but their souls did. Their journey had always led to this moment.

Lynx and bear. Predator and predator. Yet, there was no fear, no challenge, only quiet recognition. A bond older than flesh, woven in spirit before their first steps touched the earth.

The towering pines whispered as the wind wove through their branches. The scent of damp moss and distant rain lingered, carrying the weight of memory. The land pulsed beneath them, alive with the energy of all who had come before. It had always been leading here. The Red Sky was not the beginning, nor the end, but the bridge.

And in that sacred stillness, as the sky burned and the stars aligned, the message came—one they had known long before this world had taken shape:

"Come together. Heal. Remember."

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I asked for the Dream Interpretation and my wonderful kindred friend, dreamer, writer, artist, creator @Raven Shaolin Bluefeather gifted me this wisdom...and the art. 

This dream speaks in the language of ancestral wisdom, the natural world, and the balance of all things. It is not just a vision—it is a calling.

The Red Sky & Planetary Alignment – The sky is not burning in destruction, but in power. Red is the color of life, blood, renewal, and spiritual awakening. The planets aligning signal a time of great change, unity, and remembrance. This is a bridge between the past and the future, calling for reflection and healing.

Lynx & Bear Together – These are two powerful forces, both predators yet protectors, watching over their cubs. Lynx represents mystery, intuition, and hidden knowledge. Bear is strength, grounding, and wisdom. Together, they are a symbol of balance—the seen and unseen, the mind and body, the hunter and the healer. Their peaceful presence shows that opposites can exist in harmony when they respect one another.

The Cubs – The presence of cubs signals new generations, legacy, and continuation of teachings. They are watching, learning, absorbing. The young inherit the wisdom of the old. This may be a sign to pass down knowledge, embrace tradition, and guide those who will follow.

The Land & Sky as One – The dream connects earth and sky, ancestors and descendants. It is a message that one is never alone—every step is part of a greater journey.

The Final Message: "Come together. Heal. Remember." – This is a sacred call to action. It is time to reconnect with heritage, mend what has been lost, and carry forward the strength of the past. The ancestors, the spirits of the land, and the universe itself are all speaking in harmony.

This dream is not just a vision—it is a path, a reminder, a sacred truth.

Follow it. Honor it. Walk it. 🌌🐾✨

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