Friday, March 21, 2025
What's the use of dreaming?
Saturday, April 1, 2023
Wolf doctor
Our bodies know what is going on inside them, and they speak to
us about this in dreams, which often diagnose developing illness before
physical symptoms are detected. By working with these diagnostic dreams, we can
often deal with a problem before it has reached a critical phase – and
sometimes avoid painful and costly medical interventions.
Some of our dreamscapes are living dioramas of what is going on
inside our bodies. Conflicts taking place in our dreams are sometimes dramatic
portrayals of how our immune system is trying to cope – or failing to cope –
with disease. Dreams can take us deep into the cellular structures of the body.
For thousands of years, gifted physicians have recognized that such “bodytalk”
dreams can provide accurate diagnosis of our ailments, often long before
physical symptoms have developed.
Reading somatic messages in this way was central to traditional
Chinese medicine, as well as to medical practice in ancient Greece and in many
other cultures. Galen, the most famous physician in the Hellenic world after Hippocrates, wrote a treatise on diagnosis and said that his own life had been saved by a diagnostic dream. In the Victorian era, Western doctors continued to look for
diagnostic information in their patients’ dreams.
Sometimes, the dream diagnosis can mobilize us to get the right
medical help before a developing illness becomes even more serious.
In her late thirties, Ellen, dreamed that a threatening intruder
walked into her dream house and pointed a gun at her breast. She
was sensitive to dream imagery and knew intuitively that the dream was warning
her that she might have developed breast cancer. She immediately sought medical
help. Ellen’s cancer was discovered in its earliest stages, thanks to the fact
that she remembered her dream and acted on its warning, and her problem was
solved with a simple lumpectomy.
Sensing that her dreams were telling her about a serious health
problem, a young woman called Carol made repeated visits to a physician who was
initially baffled by her punch list of vague and elusive symptoms The doctor
began to question whether there was really a physical problem. Then Carol
dreamed a very simple dream – a large wolf appeared and spoke to her: “I
am Lupus Wolf.” Carol called the next morning, snagged an appointment and told
her physician the dream. Now he went to work and soon confirmed that her dream
diagnosis was exactly correct; she had lupus.
The dream of Lupus Wolf gave Carol more than diagnostic
information her physician could work with to help her get well. Lupus Wolf
became a guide and partner in her dreams, helping her to become an active
participant in her own healing. He showed her the foods she needed to eat,
warned her away from a medicine that would cause anxiety, and led her in
further dreams to a healing garden, a place she found she could revisit to
relax and imagine herself well.
Illustration: "Wolf Doctor" by Robert Moss
Wednesday, March 29, 2023
Four Days in the Grip of the Bear Goddess
I have
known since early in my long sojourn in
Four Days in the Grip of the She-Bear
A she-bear is among us. I volunteer to deal with her. She is enormous, maybe
six hundred pounds. Light in color, lighter than honey-brown. She grips my head in the crook of her arm, and holds it against
her, close to her face. We spend four days in this intimate embrace. It is not uncomfortable,
but I am aware that at any moment she could break my neck.
At the end of four days, the people who were with me at the outset gather around us again. One is a woman scientist or zoologist. They now have the means to release me. But the she-bear lets me go without a struggle, confident of our relationship. She shambles away into a space that had been prepared for her, in a room off the corridor of an institutional building, a hospital or teaching facility.
When I start talking about her, she returns to look at me.
“You are Artemis,” I tell her. “I am Osiris.”
On waking, I noticed that troublesome symptoms that had been bothering me for days - headaches and wooziness - had left me. I felt charged with vitality, sure I had received personal healing, and grateful to the she-bear that delivered it.-
I was intrigued by the words my dream self
had spoken to her. I could grasp why I might have identified myself
with "Osiris", as candidates for initiation and travelers preparing
for the next world were schooled to do in ancient
But why
did my dream self hail the she-bear with the name of the Greek goddess Artemis?
I hit the books, especially the brilliant
early studies of Jane Ellen Harrison, who had an intuitive grasp of the
shamanic sources of Hellenic ritual practices. I rediscovered hat throughout
ancient
More
generally,
I
looked anew, with the eyes of a dream archeologist, at ancient images of the
Bear goddess, including the 2nd century bronze statue of the Celtic bear
goddess, found near
The link between Artemis and the Bear can be tracked through the myths, though we need dream sight to get to the heart of these stories. In the Greek version of the creation of the Bear constellations in the sky - Ursa Major and Ursa Minor - Zeus pursues Callisto, one of the nymphs of Artemis. Callisto keeps shapeshifting; the lusty god shifts just as fast, seeking to cover her in every form. The nymph of Artemis becomes a bear, and now Zeus, as a male bear, wraps her in his embrace and has his way with her. When Artemis later notices that her nymph is pregnant, she flies into a rage and kills her, but quickly repents and places Callisto and her daughter among the stars, as the Great Bear many call the Big Dipper, and the Lesser Bear.
Wednesday, August 10, 2022
How Bull became a believer in dreams
The thing most likely to bring people awake to the importance of dreams is a visitation from the deceased. The number one reason why people of every background have chosen to share dreams with me, over the years, is that they have dreamed of a dead relative or friend. They want confirmation that the encounter is real, they would like guidance on what to do about it, or simply need to share something that has moved them at the core.
For men in particular, such dream visitations can be life-changing. Hard heads who previously dismissed dreams and prided themselves on having no connection with the inner life crack open when dad or granddad turns up in a dream. Take the case of Bull.
That was the nickname his buddies had given him. He is a huge man, a linebacker, and a police officer for a big city department, the kind of guy for whom touchy-feely doesn’t come easy. Then came the night when he would have died but for the intervention of a dead man.
As he tells the story, he came home hammered that night and fell into bed alone. His girlfriend was working late. As he slept, his grandfather appeared to him in a dream. He had loved his granddad and they had been very close when Bull was a boy. But this was not a gentle visitation. Bull’s grandfather slapped him and shook him, shouting “Wake up!”
Bull woke with a start and sat up. The bedside clock told him it was 5:00 a.m. He felt wet. He looked down and saw that the whole bed was filled with blood. He had a varicose vein that had popped .He called 911 and the ambulance came right away He lost 5 pints of blood and was in intensive care for two days. They told him that if he had not woken up when he did, he would have died.
Bull says, “I never thought much about
my dreams but after this I am a believer.” The dream visitation saved his
life and shook his world.
For much more on dreaming with the departed see chapter 7 of Conscious Dreaming and The Dreamer's Book of the Dead.
Cave art: Aurochs at Lascaux
Tuesday, November 5, 2019
Dreaming to heal our lives
When I started living in rural
When I found the courage to step up to the bear, he embraced me and we became the same size. He showed me we were joined at the heart by something like a thick umbilical, pumping life energy. He told me he would show me what people need in order to be healed. I later discovered that the bear is the great medicine animal in Native American tradition, and that the most powerful healers of the Lakota are the members of the Bear Dreamers Society, composed of those who have been called by the Bear in dreams and visions. Today, when I lead a healing circle, we call in the spirit bear.
Friday, June 21, 2019
How a Physician Was Called to the Medicine Bear
After the drumming, the physician from Alaska came back with tears of joy in her eyes. She told us, “I now know what is required for me to be a true healer as well as a physician. When my patients come to me, they will get the best that modern medicine has to offer. At the same time, they will receive the healing power of the Bear because that is all around me.” She told me later that when she worked with patients in her office, she felt Bear paws over her hands, gently guiding her in diagnosis and healing. And that when she had to accompany a patient to an operating room, she would get everyone present - nurses, orderlies, even the occasional radiologist - to sing the song I had given her to call the Bear.
Thursday, January 5, 2017
Healed in the grip of She Bear
A she-bear is among us. I volunteer to deal with her. She is enormous, maybe six hundred pounds. Light in color, lighter than honey-brown. She grips my head in the crook of her arm, and holds it against her, close to her face. We spend four days in this intimate embrace. It is not uncomfortable, but I am aware that at any moment she could break my neck.
But the she-bear lets me go without a struggle, confident of our relationship. She shambles away into a space that had been prepared for her, in a room off the corridor of an institutional building, a university or teaching hospital facility.
I stare into her beautiful eyes.
For the connection between Artemis and the Bear, I turned to my personal library, and immediately found this, in the Jane Ellen Harrison's classic work Themis: A Study of the Origins of Greek Religion: "The well-born, well-bred little Athenian girls who danced as Bears to Artemis of Brauronia, the Bear-Goddess, could not but think reverently of the great might of the Bear.”
Bear has come to me again and again, over many years, to offer healing for me and for others. Great Mother Bear has come to offer soul recovery healing for many who come to my workshops. I have seen it again and again: Within the supportive energy of a circle of active dreamers, you journey with the drum to find a missing part of yourself, perhaps that magical child who took leave of this world because it seemed too cold and too cruel, and has been living all these years in a Land of Lost Girls or Lost Boys. You find that child, but she won't come to live fully in your body and your present life unless you can convince her you are safe and you are fun. That's not so easy. But when you take her in your arms, and hold her, Great Mother Bear comes and wraps her great arms around both of you, holding you gently but firmly together until you are one.
Drawings by Robert Moss
Saturday, August 20, 2016
The Future of Imaginal Healing
- Pre-need dream clinics
- Imagery harvesting
- Vision transfer training
- Story healing
Thursday, June 26, 2014
Doctors in Dreamland
Tuesday, May 8, 2012
"You've got to name me"
| Yurt at Mosswood Hollow, scene of many of my workshops |
I call everyone to come as close to me as possible, under the dome. I teach them the Lightning Dreamwork process and have them choose partners to do dream sharing together. Next I select some experiences that are teaching examples of how healing can come through dreamwork.
One of those I choose to share a personal experience with the whole group is a man I call Father David. When I look at him, I can see him standing by a fountain in Rome. He came to my workshop with some misgivings, but he is going through a deep transformation.
He is not only willing to talk to the group; he is ready to sing.
His voice rises in the cadence of a spiritual. The chorus of his song is "You've got to name me."
I wake from my dream, thrilled with excitement, with the music and that one line pulsing inside me. "You've got to name me."
There is such power in naming.
When it comes to our health and healing, we require the correct names for conditions and symptoms. We also want to claim the ability to re-name what ails us in ways that can help our bodies and our hearts to heal. In Madeleine L'Engle's luminous novel A Wind at the Door, the villainous Echtroi, or ancient enemies, are the Un-Namers who kill by Xing things out.
"You've got to name me." Coming in a spiritual, from a man who may be a priest, this also carries the message that we want to remember that we can call on a saving power, by a name we believe in. If in doubt, call on Love and Light, and Forgiveness. Those are saving names.
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
Wings of dream healing

Jeff Guidry is a rock guitarist who has volunteered for many years at the Sarvey Wildlife Center in Arlington, Washington. In 1998, he took care of a baby bald eagle who had broken both wings in a fall. The vet said she would never fly again; for two months the question was whether she’d be able to walk. She lay belly-down on shredded newspaper until one day she stood up, craning her head to look at Jeff when he entered the space. He named her Freedom and started taking her around schools, perched on his thick falconer’s glove.
When Freedom was three years old and still entirely brown (the bald spot on bald eagles comes later) Jeff was diagnosed with a life-threatening cancer (stage 3 non-Hodgkins lymphoma) and agree to chemotherapy. After multiple treatments, it wasn’t clear that the chemo was working, and Jeff was close despair every time he looked at his bald head in the mirror. Then, as he writes in a luminous new book, "a pair of merciful talons cut through my prison."
Jeff dreamed that Freedom was flying, on perfect wings. She first appeared as a speck in the distance, then seemed to grow as big as a thunderbird. She swooped down, banking hard, and set to work ripping out his cancer cells with her beak and talons. When he woke, Jeff reports, "I felt on top of the world and I knew I had a secret weapon - my winged friend, Freedom."
This dream intervention was repeated. He made it the focus for conscious visualizations, picturing the eagle tearing out the cancer cells. He felt much stronger, but was bitterly disappointed when told by his doctors that the cancer had not entirely gone away. In treatment of his type of cancer, a maximum of eight courses of chemotherapy are allowed. One the eve of undergoing the eighth series, perhaps his last shot, Jeff envsioned Freedom flying again, full-grown, with the white head, as she had appeared in his dreams. And he told himself, “I can’t die now because Freedom doesn’t yet have her white patch.” After the final chemo treatments, the doctors told him his cancer was gone. Now, when he walks the slopes with Freedom, he holds out his arm to give both of them the sense of flight.
Jeff Guidry’s book An Eagle Named Freedom , dedicated to "Dream Flyer", is now available from Morrow.












