Years ago I knew in my heart and soul I would find the one I would truly love, for my spirit guides had shown me the way to him. I know he is there for me, either late in this life, or in the next one.
On a beautiful Summer day I was walking by the river not far from home. A breeze gliding across the cold waters gently caressed tree branches on the other side of the river. The shade trees lining the path were full of birds chattering away. Lovely flowers grew around each tree. The beauty and pleasant scene across the waters did not lift my mood, for on my side of the river it was sunny, hot and dry.
I was tired and lonely. I knew it would be best to get outside and walk to dispel the low mood that often took me down, but I had to force myself to do so. Watching my feet as I walked did nothing to encourage the joy of Nature. Finally deciding to give up and just go home I stopped and looked at the path ahead of me. Not too far away, at the entrance to a shaded copse of trees, stood a large cougar watching me. His tawny fur shown like gold in the sun, which made the dark markings on his face and white fur on his chin and belly really stand out. For some unexplained reason at the time I was not afraid and walked towards him. When I reached the magnificent animal he came to me and rubbed his head against my hip. I reached down and stroked his head and ears. The word Puma came to me, as if he told me his name. “Hello, Puma.”
He raised up and with huge paws on my shoulders hugged me, laying his head on my shoulder. I felt an overwhelming sense of love and familiarity as tears streamed down my cheeks. Puma got down and headed for the trees, looking back to make sure I would follow. We traveled a well-worn path into the cooling shade. It was almost like a rain forest with an abundance of trees, ferns and shrubs. The path was gradually descending for quite a ways. I could feel the descent gently pulling me down. Sometimes a curve to the path was ahead and I would have lost sight of Puma if not for his long thick tail showing.
We came to a spot where the path sloped down quickly. Puma lay down and waited for me. He motioned with his chin for me to go ahead. The path was steep, but without any struggle I got down to a flat clearing. Ahead of me was a lake of the most beautiful blue water. Sunlight dappled through the trees and sparkled like diamonds on the water. As I slowly approached the lake an American Indian warrior rose from the water. He was tall, with long black hair and a heavily etched face of lines. He looked very old, yet very young and strong in overall appearance. Like with Puma, I felt no fear, only peace and comfort. These two, Puma and the warrior are my spirit guides.
I silently asked him, within my mind, “Where does my path go?” He did not speak, but lifted his left arm and pointed to a hill. I followed the direction with my eyes and saw a steep climb up a path. There were a lot of large boulders along the way, then some trees, then many flowers and several pools of water. At the top of the path was a man waiting for me. I could not clearly see his face. He stood on a porch of an old rustic cabin and waved to me.
The next thing I was aware of was awaking from this dream. Puma lay at the foot of my bed and raised up, leaping into a mist and faded away.
I had that dream about twenty years ago and Puma has been with me off and on since then, always there when I need him to guide me. I have walked with my spirit guides for many years, even before I realized they were there for me.
© 2017 Phyllis Doyle Burns