Deb had a miscarriage. She is with a group. We are to do a ritual. Earlier, someone from the group put the fetus in a bag along with the ritual objects. I remember a large, metal mask and some flat rocks. Deb is to sleep under these three, large trees. She has done this before. The group and I will bring a bed from the house for her. In the past, there had been a bed under the trees. Deb does not tell me about the miscarriage, but I guessed that it happened. I tell her that it is good to grieve, even thought having a baby at her age would be difficult.
I worked this dream with Kathleen and Shaney on 12/6/24. I became Deb. I am in shock and out of my body. There are five women around me. They help me outside. A bed is brought from the house and put under these three, large, old trees. I am laid down on the bed and a cover is put over me. I am in a simple, off-white gown. It looks old, like from the middle ages. The women create a half circle on the opposite side from the three trees. The middle woman holds up the mask that has a masculine face. It is for protection on that side of the circle. The trees are the protection on the other side. The women then, one at a time, put the flat, warm rocks on my body-legs, torso, arms and forehead. These help me ground and get back into my body. The emotions comes up and I cry. It is a blessed release. The baby is laid on my stomach. I hold and kiss the baby goodbye. The other women put a hand on the baby. Then I put the baby back in the bag. I get up. The bed is removed and a small hole is dug where the bed was. I lay the baby in the hole. I put a red rose on the body. The other women take turns and put a flower on the body as well. I shovel some dirt on the baby. The other women take turns and shovel dirt on the baby as well. The baby is now under the protection of the trees.
Five years ago, Deb had laid under the trees. Rowan was born five years ago and that is when the “abuse” started with Kevin and Antonia. Losing Kevin feels like losing Conor (still born) 36 years ago.This was a healing experience. This ritual is helping me to move on and start living my life again.
Bonnie, I changed fetas to fetus. Hope that is correct. Is Deb’s miscarriage about Conner? Sleeping under three large trees reminds me of Tower (and your three babies). A bed beneath the Tower in the past was many years ago, and now a new miscarriage of justice has been going on for you. “It is good to grieve” reminds me of the online class you have been taking about grief.
I like how reversing Deb becomes Bed.