This one comes from Jenean, Gypsy Woman, whose synchronicities we’ve posted here before. It’s an example of how the people we meet first in dreams sometimes enter our physical lives as well. We’re convinced that Gypsy Woman lives in two worlds!
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In 1995, Jenean had a vivid, intense lucid dream in which she found herself in a completely pure white room. The white was “so bright as to be unimaginable, a pure unadulterated radiant white. In this room were several older women who were seated and although no words were spoken, I knew they were there to help me somehow. I can still see the cluster of them today, sitting with their long black hair the only real color in the room.”
The women told Jenean there was someone she needed to meet and they were sending him to her. “And through an opening in the room walked a very tall muscular man in Native American regalia.” He wore a large plumed headband and was dressed in solid white. He didn’t say anything as he walked toward her and Jenean remembers observing herself from behind. Then she woke up.
“The dream was one of those that leaves you overwhelmed with its intensity and feeling as if it were an actual experience rather than just a dream.” She told a friend about it and they laughed about the tall, dark Indian warrior coming to her in her dreams.
Two days later, Jenean went to the Twin Eagles pow-wow in Shreveport, the first she’d ever attended. She and a friend attended for the opening day and took Jenean’s twin granddaughters with them. The pow-wow was held at the Shreveport fair grounds, inside a huge arena. Even though the crowd was enormous, they managed to get seats in a front row.
The grand parade began with the marching out of different tribal representatives in full regalia, drummers chanted, the air was electrified. “I heard nothing but the drums and the chants and the rhythm of it all, and a feeling of coming home swept over me, a feeling of pure love, and of absolute and total grief. I began to sob as if there had been a death.” Jenean was aware that others in the crowd were turning to look at her, some of them smiling knowingly.
When she finally controlled her sobbing, she knew something inexplicable had happened to her. “And then a single dancer – a Kiowa – was announced – and out onto the dirt floor walked the native man who had come to me in my dream, the man in the white regalia with the beautiful headpiece. He danced toward me, looking at me as his feet struck the sand with each beat. I was transfixed in that moment and could do nothing but absorb the totality of those moments in time.”
After the pow wow was over, they tried to find the dream warrior, but he was nowhere around. Jenean was mystified and several days later, contacted someone she knew of – but had never met – who was associated with the Shreveport Twin Eagles group. They met for lunch the next day and she told him what had happened.
“He listened to me, his eyes never leaving my face, his long silver hair flowing over his shoulders. He told me that the man in my dreams was Dennis Zotigh, a Kiowa from Oklahoma and that he, himself, had personally chosen Dennis to dance at this pow wow.Dennis was apparently a “messenger” and Jenean had been chosen to receive the message this time. There was something for her to learn, a journey to be taken. He asked Jenean to join the Twin Eagles group and she was a member for several years.

















