Dreamtime, Shamanic Signs and Angels
By Susan Hart
One morning while in a semi-sleep state, somewhere between dreamtime and
waking consciousness, I found myself floating in a beautiful golden light.
As I basked in this light, I became aware of a presence beside me. “Is
someone there?” I asked. “I am,” said a deep resonating voice. Surprised to
find someone else sharing this dreamtime space, we began to communicate with
one another. We talked little through words, our communication was through
transference of feelings and understanding; there was a familiar resonance
to our energies.
At first we just floated together side by side, in perfect peace and
harmony. In time we began to meld into each other; together we blended into
a perfect state of oneness. This experience lasted for a long time — I lost
track of time and didn’t awaken until about 10:00 a.m. The peacefulness and
vibration of our encounter stayed with me all through the morning.
At lunch I shared my experience with a friend, and she gladly shared her
disbelief with me. “Impossible,” she said “simply not possible, it’s all in
your imagination.” To which I replied, “I think everything, and I mean
everything we experience is all a creation of our imagination.” She was not
convinced and told me she could not believe in experiences that have no
No matter how hard I tried to shake the experience of that morning, it
stayed with me. My friend’s suggestion about needing physical proof stayed
in my mind as well. I realized I needed some type of proof. I needed a sign.
Yes, I would ask my angels for a sign.
On the way to my daily hike, I shared with my angels how I wanted with all
my heart to believe my experience was real. If only my angels could provide
me with a physical sign, I would be a believer. It was a big experience so
naturally it should come with a big sign, something special, something
I gave the angels my list . . .
One, I wanted the crows and hawks to fly with me today. I wanted to feel
their energy connected to mine. I was studying shamanism at the time and
working with the winged power animals was a strong medicine connection for
me. I always liked to connect with crows for they are a gateway into the
unknowable mysteries of creation. Crows are known to be masters of the art
of shape shifting. Crows also have the capability to see in between the
worlds; this includes the ability to be in two places at one time
Since during this mystical morning experience I had felt I was consciously
in two places at one time, I thought a crow would be good medicine for my
sign. Hawks are wonderful messengers; their shrill cry is a sign for one to
awaken to the awareness that the magic of life is within and around us
everywhere. The second sign I wanted to find was an owl feather, and since I
had been looking for this feather for more than a year, I knew I was due to
find one at any moment.
So the third sign, the most important one for me, was not to just find the
owl feather on the trail, I wanted to find it in a magical and
out-of-the-ordinary way. I told my angels if they could give me these three
signs, I would know the experience was real. No simple task, but I had
already come to know if you ask for a sign with faith in your heart you will
always receive an answer.
As I pulled my car into a parking space, a huge crow swooped down in front
of my window. The crow was so big and swift, that I ducked slightly in my
seat. I felt a chill go through my spine. My head tingled like pins and
needles. This adventure was certainly getting off to a promising start.
As I began my walk down into the canyon, I noticed two hawks circling above
me. I watched them gliding through the sky, dancing a beautiful winged dance
with each other. I felt myself soaring with their energy. Tingles rushed
through my body, and I felt the presence of my angels as they whispered in
my ear “Go with it, Go with it.”
I could feel the magic in the air. I had that feeling of knowingness, that
magical moment when everything becomes still, silent, and time seems to move
in slow motion. It’s the way you feel when you realize that something very
special is about to occur. I was just about to go with it, when to my
surprise, out of the corner of my eyes, I saw something moving.
I looked across the canyon to see a man in a baseball cap up on the hill
tramping around in the bushes. “What?” My heart sank, how could this be
happening? How could I forge onward down the mountain with some strange guy
hanging out in the bushes? I certainly would have to turn around and go
home. What was the meaning of this? Was this my sign? What about my
Just when I was about to turn around and head back, my angels said to me in
a very calm voice “Ask him if he is looking for his golf balls.” This made
perfect sense to me, because I had often found golf balls on this trail.
Following my angels’ advice, I yelled up to this stranger in the bushes “Hey
you, what are you doing up there? Looking for your golf balls?” “No” he
said, laughing slyly“ ... but that’s a really good guess.
No… No, actually what I am looking for here is a leprechaun. Have you seen
any leprechauns around here?” “No,” I yelled up to him, “but I saw some
fairies over there.” “So do you think I am in the right place to find a
leprechaun?” “Yes,” I yelled “but if you want some golf balls, you will find
them over there.” “Where?” he yelled. In that moment I knew he must live in
the house there on the hill.
Feeling safe again, I continued down around the trail and past where the
“Leprechaun Man” had searched the bushes. As I walked away, a hawk suddenly
flew down and screeched through the canyon. I felt a tingle go through my
body and looked back to see that the man was also watching the hawk soar
through the canyon.
As I walked down the canyon, it occurred to me that I had never seen anyone
in the bushes looking for leprechauns before and that this was certainly
magical and out of the ordinary. This, I was sure, was one of my signs and
the only thing left to do was to find my owl feather. With great enthusiasm
I began to search with the eyes of a hawk for my feather. But, the only
thing I kept finding was round white golf balls. Everywhere I looked was
another golf ball.
With no owl feather to be found, I started my way back up the trail. I
noticed the Leprechaun Man was now out of the bushes and down on the trail
looking for golf balls. As I approached him I began to pick up the golf
balls. His head was down and his cap was covering his face. I really was
getting curious to see who this person was. As I handed him the golf balls,
he thanked me for being his angel. Then slowly he looked up to greet my eyes
and to my surprise the Leprechaun Man was none other than Bruce Willis. For
some reason, I wasn’t in the least surprised.
I didn’t know what to say, so I just said “Hi,” and kept on walking. Wait a
minute he said, “Do you live around here?” “Just down the hill,” I replied.
Then he asked my name and we began to chitchat about the area.
As we talked about what a magical place this canyon was, my angels, who are
never quiet at the appropriate times, began to speak to me saying “Ask him
about the owl feather.” “No,” I silently said back to them “Absolutely not,
I am not going to ask him if he has seen an owl feather.” “He’ll think I am
If you work with angels you know they can be quite persistent. So finally,
when I realized they were not going to stop, I turned to Bruce, looked him
straight in the eyes and blurted out “Do you know those owls that live up
here?” “Yes I do,” he said, “they have been here for years.”
Then at my angels’ urging, and I must say feeling a bit ridiculous, I said
to him “You didn’t happen to see an owl feather around here by any chance
did you?” I will never forget the look of surprise on his face. He looked at
me as if he had seen a ghost, stepped back, took another long look at me,
and to my surprise said, “Yes I have.” “No,” I said. “Yes, I actually did,”
he said again. “I saw it about five minutes before I saw you.” “It’s right
up there,” pointing up a small winding rocky trail that went onto his
property off of the main trail. “Go up about half way and there on the
middle of a large white stone you will find the owl feather.”
At that point everything felt surreal. For what seemed like a very long
time, Bruce and I just stood there staring at each other.
I felt that strange knowing feeling again. “Good-bye, and thank you” were
all the words that I could summon in that moment. Then I turned and rushed
up the small rocky trail in pursuit of my magical and out-of-the-ordinary
sign. I had already passed the halfway point and was beginning to believe
Bruce must have been kidding with me.
What are the odds that the owl feather I was searching for was lying on the
center of a large white stone? I was just about to give up, when suddenly
there it was, just as he had said, perfectly centered on a white stone, a
beautiful large owl feather. My heart leaped, and my body tingled with
energy, pulsing with excitement through my entire being.
I said a prayer of thanks to the animal spirits, the angels, and to Bruce
for the beauty of their gift. I knew in that moment that it is possible to
meet another person in dreamtime consciousness. I had brought some tobacco
with me and laid it down as a sacred offering to the earth before picking up
the feather. Shaman believe it is good to give back to Mother Earth when you
take something from her. As I held the feather in my hand, I felt the breath
of my angel’s kiss on my neck. Tears filled my eyes and spilled onto my
cheeks. Then came the laughter of joy in my heart, for I knew how divinely
my angels had guided the synchronicity that had to come together giving me
all three of the signs for which I had asked.
That wasn’t all I was to encounter on that magical out-of-the-ordinary walk
in time. As I made my way back up the hill, feather in hand, I noticed what
looked like a hawk sitting on the top of a telephone pole. As I got closer
and closer I realized that it wasn’t a hawk at all, but an owl. How could it
be? It was still quite light out at 3:00 in the afternoon. It was most
unusual to see an owl in the daylight.
Sure enough there she was looking straight at me. I held the owl feather up
and thanked her, and I could feel her acknowledge me. Then In one graceful
swoop she glided down into the canyon towards the magical leprechaun land.
Later I spoke to my brother, Michael and told him the story. He laughed and
said “Only you, Susan, would go to the bottom of the hill and find Bruce
Willis, international superstar, waiting to point you in the direction of a
sign you need from your angels. I laughed and laughed, and could feel my
angels, my shamanic guides and power animals having a wonderful time with
me. I thought for a long time about the synchronicity of life and the
magical way in which our world can unfold and embrace us if we just ask.
Susan Hart is an Angel channel, healer and visionary. With an open heart,
she has the clear and candid capacity to receive and communicate guidance
from your angels to you. Visit her site:
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