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This 5.5×8.5″ 80-page hardcover enchanted forest journal is durable and ready to receive your deepest desires, fleeting dreams, wildlife sightings, and count how many mushrooms you find. Lost Forest journals feature a motley crew to guide you through the lost forest and help make sense of the chaos of wrinkles in time, seeking secret keys, and making unlikely friends. This one-of-a-kind Indigo Dreamer Oracle fantasy design makes a perfect enchanted forest gift. All original enchanted forest journal designs by Mandy Wheaton crafted in her studio in Winterport, Maine along the banks of a forest stream nestled under red oak and white pine.
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As I leaned in another long yawn took me over. She touched the tip of her blue finger to my forehead, then traced her fingertip down to the end of my nose. I felt fuzzy and far away. My worries all slipped away. I slowly leaned over, then slumped onto my side to rest on the damp moss. Then I dreamt a serious of hauntingly realistic dreams from three perspectives.
The first dream was of a man—my father. Or at least the man who I knew as my father. He was young and fit and spry. The wrinkled version with white hair was far in the future. He walked in the forest and looked around in the moss until he found a door under the moss. He rolled the green carpet back to reveal a thick black door with a key hole in the center. From his pocket—where he’d hide goodies for me after each trip to the villages—he produced a shimmering silver key. He slid it into the lock, turned it, then opened the door. As he did it shone a brilliant white light upon him that seemed to beam directly through him. Then he was gone. The door slammed with a metallic clang. From behind a nearby tree a tiny fawn with wobbly legs wandered over, took the key from the lock in it’s mouth, then wandered off with it. The moss rolled itself over the hole.
The second dream was of a woman running wildly. She pushed through brush and brambles that scratched her milky skin. She was young and vibrant with lavender eyes. She ran through muddy puddles covering herself in clumps of thick clay. She broke free of the thickets and arrived in a poppy flower meadow. Stars shone like diamond chips scattered in the sky on the moonless night. She crouched and hugged her midsection—she was very pregnant. After a moment to catch her breath and take in her surroundings she bolted across the meadow. From behind her a voice shouted “Witch!” and a man with metal armor shot an arrow over the meadow. It landed just short of her. She ran and hugged her unborn child as the next arrow rained down, hitting her on the shoulder. The woman fell and the man with the bow followed her, but with the darkness of the moonless night could not find her. He laughed and shrill hyped-up giggle and turned away, disappearing to where he’d come from.
Finally I dreamt a baby arose from the forest floor, crawling up from a hole under a clump of mushrooms. A man who had tree bark for skin and branches for arms reached down, gently picked up the baby, and cradled her to his chest. They were in a graveyard. A great castle in the background rose from a foggy knoll far in the distance. The tree-man and the baby watched as the castle broke apart and crumbled to the ground. From the rubble arose five stone figures. Each of them slowly stood then walked out of view in opposite directions. A thick white cloud rose to cover the site where the castle had been and rose in a cloud that looked like whipped cream Nanny had made each Sunday for me.
Blood Visions Oracle hardcover enchanted forest journals are all original designs by Mandy Wheaton in her Maine studio.
Learn more about Oracles of the ancient world and researched for the creation of this enchanted forest journal.
