I’m running naked eight years old, the bear behind me is getting closer and closer. I’m out of breath, the red dirt and rocks beneath my bare feet come to an end, a cliff edge. A moment before I startle awake -- heart about to explode -- the bear swipes it's clawed mitt at me and I fall off the plateau into the dark.

The next time the bear is chasing me in my pajamas through the hallway of my private Christian elementary school. My stomach knotted with shame. I came to school in my pajamas. I forgot to get dressed.

Over and over again, the bear found me in my dreams. It was relentless and specific. It wanted me and no one else, in a crowd, in a tent, in the wilderness. My heart beating out of my chest, waking me up in the middle of the night.

When I was twenty-seven years old and had just separated from my husband, I was temporarily staying with my best friend Kimberly. Sleeping on her futon couch in the walkout basement of an A frame up Lefthand Canyon in Boulder, Colorado.

I had another dream that woke me up in the middle of the night and quietly snuck into the bathroom to write it down in my journal, trying not to wake her.

In this dream there were jaguars, too many black cats to count, it was night time and a woman who Kimberly had a photo of on her altar, Dawn Eagle, was beckoning me to follow her into the dark. I knew I needed to meet this woman.

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Natalie Cutsforth

Clairvoyant Reader, Healer and Mentor

p.s. It's been two years since I've posted to my Blog. I've been taking a writing class this year and this piece came through. If you like it, reply and let me know.