The black and white gecko from my dream last week finally spoke, and just in the nick of time. How does that work? Well, you sit down with a pen and paper, focus your attention on it, and ask it to speak. Then you take dictation. Of course you have to assume the spirit guide has manifested in your dream and in the art because it has a message.
So with paper and pen before me finally Lizard spoke and I wrote.
“Lay low and listen, to music that soothes and restores. Fill your eyes with images that look past the doom and bitterness that still brews, to the fantastical carpet of green velvet and scarlet mushrooms and the visual cadence of shapely trees and bare branches. Feel the warmth of your own skin inside cozy layers and fresh cold air spicing and refreshing your breath, clearing out cobwebs of thought, and making room for a deep contentment beyond all the distressing rumblings of bad news.
Lay low and listen. Be ready to act in a heartbeat when the time is right. Attune with every sensor in every cell of your body, even to the littlest toe. Feel the drumbeat of upcoming events there. . . . and there, but be not alarmed. Embody readiness, and if a tail must be lost, fear not, for you are a lizard and can grow a new one!”
Later that day I watched as the insurgents stormed the citadel in Washington. By the next morning the tail, which had been lost, was already growing back, stronger than ever!