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THE WILD HUNT

  • lissawhiteman
  • Jan 22, 2024
  • 2 min read

I have always had dreams and visions of running through the lushest thickest of bush with the wild stag, the power and strength radiating.

The smell of the earth beneath being awakened with each running footstep, the sound of the crashing branches and how the bush comes alive and is speaking to all that is within.

I have read books and poems, worshipped, celebrated, danced in honour to the legends of the Wild Hunt, Lord of the Wild, Cernunnos, Herne the Hunter. I have listened to stories from my grandfather of years of hunting the magnificent beasts in the bush over New Zealand.

So when I had a vision of the Wild stag during a beautiful chakra alignment guided meditation this week, taken by my amazing coach Laura, I wasn’t really that surprised.


As he stood there strong and silently, waiting to take over the guardianship of my third eye- the gateway to the inner realm. He stood there with such gentleness and grace- just watching, knowing, nudging me to see, to feel and to trust myself.

I think I really needed that right then and there.

Self doubt had come up alot that week prior. I had been doubting what my intuition had been telling me, I had second guessed something I had “seen” and to tell you the truth was just a little too flighty even for my own liking. Hey it happens, self doubt is a funny ole thing isn’t. A limiting belief that sometimes isn’t even your own to have. Something that we hold on to for no other reason other to maybe be in that mode. So after some serious journaling, releasing, honouring and some epic full on stamping warrior like dance parties. I’m ready to see again.

So I think he came at just the right time.



19 July 2020

 
 
 

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