Whale is the Keeper of Spiritual Wisdom and the Universal Records, being one with what was, what is and the dreams being dreamt into being. Whale is a teacher and mentor whose heart is filled with patience guiding with a gentle touch, never using vulnerabilities to inflict more harm, but instead healing wounds of old with an open heart and love unconditional.

Eagles build their eyries in places that are inaccessible to predators and fiercely protect and defend their sanctuaries. Eagle says, “You are the one responsible for what you are bringing into your eyrie, your home. Your home is your sanctuary. Be mindful and aware of who you let into your inner circle, your thoughts, your energies and your beliefs.”

The call of the Eagle challenges you to look deeper into yourself, be courageous and walk your path without fear. Living fearless means living in truth. Eagle says, “Look deep into your sun, the light within your heart, and dare to look beyond the dark mist clouding your eyes. Let the fiery touch of the sun caress you and burn away your old and worn feathers, so you can rise again, reborn from the ashes of your past, filled with the fires of a new day dawning.”

Jaguar is not afraid of threatening shadows or the bottomless abyss, she prowls the darkness without fear. 

Mouse is an ingenious mentor and companion, resourceful and creative. She knows that all you need to do to build your dreams is to take one step after the other. ​

She says, “Take a good look around, there are resources everywhere. Sometimes they may not come in the shape you expected them to, but you will soon realize that they came in exactly the way you needed them to be that very moment.”

During a time of intense learning and remembering a few years back, I was called beyond the veils to visit one of my grandmothers. She had been my grandmother during one of my lifetimes in North America. Both she and my grandfather had been medicine people and shamans and I had been allowed to spend a wonderful - albeit - short lifetime with them. 
 
She was patiently waiting for me by a teepee, that had been built not far from a sparkling creek. We went for a walk and she led me to a wall of darkness that seemed to cover the whole horizon.

​The darkness was alive, like a cloud in a storm constantly changing shape, but there were no sounds and I could not feel or sense anything. I looked at her and she answered my question, before I could speak it. “This is the place, where dreams are dying.”
 
Since I could not sense anything in my human shape, I shapeshifted into my white jaguar aspect and there it was. I felt something. I could not pinpoint it or make sense of it that very moment, but without another word or hesitation I went into the darkness. 

During the following days I was confronted with people that were more or less expecting me to do their work for them. I love to give and I do so freely from the heart, but I had to learn that there are people out there, that would try to use this against me and talk me into doing their work without giving back in an equal give and take. The cruelest form of manipulation is manipulating someone’s strengths and heart. 
 
Just a few days after I had met my grandmother in the otherworld, someone came into my energy field and stated, “This is from a past life. It is to be given back to the one it belongs to.” and then the stranger, a woman, I did not know, tried to leave without another word.

​I stared at the woman and then I said bluntly, “I am not part of the postal service and not a delivery woman.” She stopped in her tracks and now it was her time to stare.

​I continued, “I will guide you, walk with you, protect you and - if need be – speak on your behalf, but I will not do, what you have to do yourself.” We kept looking into each other’s eyes for a while, then she nodded and we set off on a journey. 
 
I guided her to the wall of darkness my grandmother had shown me only a few days prior to that. The woman I was guiding looked at the darkness wide-eyed and tried to shove the old energy into my hands again. “You take it to the one it belongs to. Bye!”

She tried to leave again.

“I am not a pizza delivery service. I will guide you. I will walk with you. I will protect you. I will speak on your behalf, if need be, but I will not do your work for you.” The woman started biting her lip nervously. “What is this? Have you been in there?” 

​That was the point, where my enthusiasm and love for learning and exploring showed themselves and I said merrily and excitedly in typical jaguar fashion, “Oh yes, my grandmother told me that this is the place, where dreams are dying. And yes, I have already visited it, I had some personal matters to attend to.”

​In some movies, there is a scene in which one character realizes that he or she is not just with crazy, but with someone bat shit crazy. While I was happily smiling at her, she was just staring at me. Then she nodded very slowly, smiling a wee bit strained, and in we went. 
 
We did what needed to be done and walked out of the lands of dying dreams unscathed. And I will say this: She needn’t have been afraid of anything in there, because the way she took off, nothing would have been fast enough to catch her. 
 
While I was still standing there, brows furrowed and wondering, why she had taken off that quickly, another woman approached me. She seemed shy and timid and she said, “There is something I would like to talk to you about. It is about something that happened in a past life. I knew you then and, well…”

Behind her, in the distance I could see a young man who looked very nervous. I sat down and gestured to the woman to do the same. “Let’s talk and listen and then decide what needs to be done.” She stared at me. “Is it that easy?” “Yes. Where there are open hearts, equally willing to talk and to listen.” 
 
After she had left, the young man walked up to me. He seemed extremely nervous and was fidgeting with his clothes. He was a young shaman who had just walked onto a journey with his first soul.

“Would you… Would you teach me?” I just stared at him, wondering why – of all the people he could have asked – he would ask me. “Would you be my teacher?” I got the feeling that he knew who I was whereas I had no clue yet.

I said, “Only if you teach me as well.”

“What?”

“We all are, without exception, always both teacher and student, mentor and mentee. Give and take, provide and receive. When we meet in the physical realm, we will have a cup of coffee and talk. As equals, as it should be.”

He broke into a smile. “Yes, I would like that!”

Puffin says, „When you feel home in yourself, your heart is the hearth warming you. There is no winter, no snowstorm or icy rain that can extinguish the fire you are bearing within your soul. You will find shelter and warmth wherever you go, for you carry them within and when you dare look into your own eyes, the gates to your soul, you will understand that home is everywhere."

Puffins are the clowns of the sea. They know that the world is not black and white, but a colorful place in which laughter can be turned into medicine, when we laugh with each other at each other and at each other with each other embracing that life is funny at times and we are the slapstick comedians leading it. Puffin teaches us to approach life with playfulness, joy and a glint in the eye.

During a time, in which I felt as if I was torn to pieces at once the very moment I would find safe ground, I found myself journeying beyond the veils a lot. It was like living through the Tower in the tarot over and over again.

The Tower is a very powerful major arcana, speaking of the need of letting something you have built on unstable ground fall, so that you can build yourself up anew having learned from your past experiences.

More often than not, I was walking along the edge of a cliff staring down into the abyss. One day, when my despair felt unbearable, I threw myself down the cliff and into the abyss.

​I was immediately grabbed from behind by one of my spiritual mentors of that time and thrown against a giant rock. Chains laid themselves around me. My mentor sat down in front of me and said, “No.”
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I stared at him and said nothing. We were sitting there in complete silence and after a while I realized that the chains were loose and I could take them off whenever I wished to. I took them off, took a final glance at my mentor and returned into our realm of existence.

When my world got shaken up again and I went on another journey, I found myself walking towards the abyss once more. My mentor appeared out of thin air and placed himself between the edge of the cliff and me. “No.”

I took a few steps back towards the rock, I had been chained to before and sat down. My mentor sat down in front of me. He kept patiently watching me, while my emotions turned into a thunderstorm.

I said nothing but lived through my memories again and again, until I was able to calm my mind down. I had been chained by my own thoughts. The moment I realized that I could let them go and that there was no need to cling to them, I was free.

My mentor who was a being from beyond the veils and not incarnated in our realm of existence at that point of time nodded at me, got up and left.

Then I was cast into my own shadows again and for the third time I found myself walking towards the abyss. This time, there was no-one to stop me and when I threw myself down, darkness engulfed me.

I fell into my own pain, reliving my memories again. Then I hit the ground. I stayed down for about half a second. Then I said, “This is boring.”

​Yes, those were my exact words. I had gotten bored by my own regurgitating of past hurts.

I got up and shook off the dust. It was pitch dark. I heard someone sob in the distance. Instead of looking for a way out of the abyss, I started walking towards the sobbing. 
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Every step caused cracking and breaking sounds. Whatever I was walking on, was definitely not grass.

After a while I saw a faint light. I continued on my path and I reached a man sitting on a broken throne atop a mound of skulls and bones. I looked down at my feet. I had been walking on withered bones the whole way.
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The man was all dried skin and bones, looking tired and worn. He was wearing an old crown and rags of what had once been beautiful robes. I felt his energy, listened to the song of his heart and saw him for who he was.

He was no dark entity and he wasn’t waiting in the abyss for someone to prey upon. He was a king that had served his people tirelessly, despite having everything taken from him and his accomplishments turned into ashes by those envying him. He had given everything, now he was sitting in complete darkness, save for a faint light emanating from his heart, alone and forsaken.

I said, “Am I allowed to heal you?” He looked at me and asked, “Why?” “Because I would like to ease your pain and help you heal.”

​He looked into my eyes for a long time and then he nodded slowly. Light flooded from my hands into his body, healing his bones, his flesh and his very core. The light spread out and where it touched the skeletal remains of the people he had once served, they healed as well. The darkness gave way to the light and the abyss no longer felt like a place of despair, pain and fear. We were no longer standing on broken bones, but on a meadow full of blooming flowers.

He took a look around and asked again, “Why?”

I was puzzled. “How could I simply walk away and pretend to be deaf, when I hear the call of a heart in pain? It doesn’t matter what abyss I am in, whatever pain I am experiencing this very moment or what darkness I have been engulfed and blinded by, I will answer the call of the hearts around me and do what I can do to help mend and heal.”

I nodded at him and wanted to take my leave. He got up from his throne and called me back. He was smiling.

​A white rose appeared in his hands. “This is a gift for you.” He handed me the rose and it took root in my heart.