White Buffalo Calf
I often have dreams that with patience I can find the essence of truth and understanding. But some dreams elude me to a certain extent. This is one that I had just recently.
I am with family and friends. We all have the same drama, meaning everyone knows and complains about someome. But suddenly there is a crisis. I still cannot remember what or why everyone has to leave. I recall a man who had black hair and blue eyes who approaches me and acts as if he is my lover. I can't see his face but I can visualize it (if that make sense). While I find this comforting (I am single and have not dated for over six years) I find this odd. So I leave feeling somehow I have done something very wrong (like killing some one). When I leave I take only my son with me. In the dream he is about 10 years old (this would equate to about the time I began to become very much more in contact with spiritual side - when I coudl "see").
We leave in my car (very fast convertible) with the top down. All I know is I have to get away. Of course we are going where I find the most comfort. It is not a place I know but a place I find When I am at peace I suppose. Beautifical rolling hills of green flowing grass with trees spread intermitenly. They are so beautiful, everything is so beautiful, I find myself lost in them often. All I want to do is run forever and ever there.
But I am in a car going very fast. So fast I am positive I cannot negotiate the next curve. At each curve I am sure we will go off the curve, crash, and surely die. I am so sure we will that I basically give a last prayer and say at least they can't get us. But with every curve my car holds steadfast and eases through it with no problem at all.
As my fear and anticipation of death eases, I suddenly come to a straight away. This straight away leads directly back in the direction we were escaping. I realize this and think "Oh my gosh" were going back. But then suddenly I look to my left and see this herd of Buffalo.
Mind you, all the roads we were on were 2 lane old country road types and we never see another car. To the left of me is an old wooden fence with a herd of Buffalo walking back in the direction I was escaping. As I am watching them (now I am moving at about 10 miles per hour) my son says to me "What are those Mom?" And I tell him "Buffalo... Haven't you ever seen a Buffalo?" Then I see a White Buffalo Calf. My first impression was it was a female but suddenly I wasn't sure.
Then I state, "Oh my gosh, There's a White Buffalo!" "Do you know what a White Buffalo means?"
My son says no and I tell him that there is an old Indian legend about the White Buffalo... But then I hesitate because I cannot remember the Nation... Then I look up and the road is blocked. This is the oddest part of the dream...
The road goes on. I can see where it curves along the hill turning South but right in front of me is a huge ramp. It is built from the opposite direction and only half complteted. So I am up against the butt end of it (or uncompleted center) and there is no room to go around it. It as if I haven't began building the ramp and the Buffalo are going where? Back?
This is what confuses me.
I never expected the ramp or having to have to build a ramp?
Why a ramp?
Is it blocking a passage?
Or blocKing access that I might yearn somehow?... Or Fear somehow? Home is my dominate thought always... I feel denied here.
Why are the Buffalo going in that direction?
Why did they not fear me?
Why was the converstion between my son and I interupted?
Why The White Buffalo?
I am Part Cherokee, Chippewa, Choctaw, and Blackfeet. I dont know that this has relevance except that I am always reminded of it. No one in my family speaks of heritage and I do not bear resmeblance to any "nation". I am of mixed breed (as I am told) and not relevent as it were. Raised as saxon german, irish, and portuguese descent, you will only see heritage in my fore fathers. I am born to a world of men who possess rather than embrace. Questions I pose are answered only through diligence by my person.
All I know of my past is limited remembrance, no one speaks. People say they love you and will be there for you. If you have to wonder, then there is cause.
If you have some insight please do respond.
Grace be given,
If you carry pain in your heart... find love to release it.