[TritteTouff]

THE LITTLE WOODWIFE.

Something clicked in my brain. A time-referance-marker went off like a cherrybomb. My cell phone number spells out (in part) ivy tea pot. I just imagine a little ivy painted tea pot. Last night I was like "WAIT - IVY TEA POT!!!"

I posted about this years ago. A woman gave me an ivy covered tea pot in the Astral. She called me to step with her out of the dream, into the astral, and I did. We stood next to a large old cypress tree, I was drawn to it and leaned up against it. Then she told me the story of the "Cypress Woman."

A young man should be careful when he goes riding past the swamp, and sees a beautiful young woman standing there, because she might not really be a human woman at all but the spirit of a Cypress tree. He will often become enchanted with her, pick her up and take her to his home. There, they can be happy for years. She will have one or two children by him. And then one day he will come home to find her disappeared along with his children. She has taken them back to the swamp, where they have walked into the water and crossed back to her dimension. They send their women out to do this because their population numbers are running low.

The way she was eying me up, it was clear she meant me. She said Cypress women had long slender fingers, nodding towards my hands. Then she handed me an ivy decorated teapot. She said it was mine. I have given it to her when I had been her grandmother, and she was returning it to me, now that I had reincarnated.

Soon after this I had a vivid lucid dream, I was standing in a swamp, holding an ivy covered tea pot. It occurred to me that this was a womb symbol, the round bowl of the pot, and the ivy being like a family tree. It was gold paint, and very fine detail.

Then, in the distance came a terrible clattering and din and the barking of dogs. The spirits of the Cypress trees began to reach out for me, calling my name, trying to pull me across to safety.

I now realize what was going on here. It was the Wild Hunt. The Erlking "pursues the little wood wife."

WOODWIFE: Dryad. Greek myth said Dryads were nymphs. Each one an oracular priestess with her own personal tree spirit. Like the Bible Prophetess Deborah who sat under a tree bearing her own name: [Judges 4:5] Dryads were priestesses of Artemis whos souls dwelt in their trees. Scot said in his day there were feminine spirits called Dryads in Greece and Druids in Scotland. They can shape shift appearing as birds or women. "They know out thoughts and can prophesy of things to come." Here's the clincher - When I dreamed the Erlking, and he showed me pictures of his world, it was ...a swamp. A Cypress tree filled swamp.

Cypress tree: "Tree of Death" [Remember the Erlking leads a parade collecting the souls of the dead.] Cypress should be used at the time of a death of a friend of loved one. A sprig of Cypress should be thrown into a grave to give the deceased luck and love in the after life. It is the symbol of eternity and immortality. There there is this AMAZING illustrated children's story about the Wild Hunt, the Erlking, and why he "pursues the little woodwife," here called a moss maiden:

http://digital.library.upenn.edu/women/ ... ild-X.html

Before anyone can ask: No I do not believe I am some kind of tree spirit.

I just can't wrap my mind around it. Even though all paranormal signs point that direction. I know this was a known fact amongst the Druids. Maybe it's my Western bias. But damn it - I'M NOT A TREE.

What's going on? Is he collecting the wee cypress souls and taking them home before I can even give them birth? Is it easier that way?

This is just weird. X files weird. And reminds me closely of the alien abduction featus theft stories.