June 19, 2025 - [Night] : Bhatrabrena
Highlights:
Visited/Kissed by Shapeshifting Spirit of some Greater Royalty or Authority
[ The dream ]
I’m inside “My House” (the many-roomed home), I was distancing myself from others. Feeling unsure of myself and embarrassed because when I first woke and looked in the mirror, my reflection looked all wrong. I appeared hideous, or not as I should. So I avoided others, not wanting them to see me. But then when I looked in the mirror later, everything seemed normal again.
My ‘mother’ (who appeared as my earthly mom, but I’ve come to recognize later as being the Motherly & nurturing aspect of Lilith. I guess she perhaps assumes this form to provide a sense of trustworthy familiarity). Lilith must have sensed my deep unease, so She appeared in my house specifically to seek me out and check up on me. I tried to explain the strange occurrence and what I’d seen, concluding that maybe the illusion I saw/felt was all in му mind?
She didn’t seem overly concerned, based on my explanation, but she still appeared to want to be satisfied with my peace and confidence. And I was encouraged to go outside and be in the company of those few that were there lounging in the yard and conversing in the shade.
The outside of my home appeared similarly to the side of the house I lived in, on River Run Drive, in Arizona. It was an incredibly hot day outside, but as I scanned the edge of the yard, I saw a strange sight as I meandered about:
I spotted a river otter that was seemingly riding on top of another furry creature (as if using it like a mount). The Otter had a sash/or wreath of twisted reeds/grass over its shoulder and around its side. As well as a tiny crown of twisted reeds/grass on its head. As for its ‘mount’, it looked to be a very fluffy, long-furred, gray fox.
They travelled down the inside of an irrigation ditch, towards a very massive dire wolf that was known and familiar to me and my ‘Home.’ The wolf was sleeping, protecting its 1 pup, curled up and resting at the mother’s chest. The wolf would normally mean no harm/danger to anyone without just cause, but I was afraid of it waking, seeing something unfamiliar (the otter) and snapping defensively without meaning to (maternal protective instincts).
So I gently called out to the wolf and approached slowly, methodically. I wanted to wake the wolf gently, hearing my familiar voice and not act instinctively at the sight of the otter and fox. She did wake slowly, and carefully, hearing my voice (as I had hoped) but also spotted the nearby otter and stiffened, with restrained aggression. She didn’t attack, but was poised to do so, restraining herself only because I was there beside her, reassuring her with my voice and gently running my hand through her thick coat.
Her tension eased by my assurances and petition for repose. I gingerly lifted the otter and set it up on the dry grass and rocks outside of the irrigation ditch. It hopped away heading for the shade under the trees, beside the house. The fluffy gray fox I picked up in my arms and cradled as I climbed out of the ditch, because it seemed too weak or tired to move any more on its own. I assumed it was worn-out from the travel/distance it had undergone with the otter riding on top of it.
The wolf, satisfied that the drama was over, curled her head back down and resumed her slumber, with the little pup nestled against her chest, still sleeping.
After I had climbed out of the irrigation ditch, I continued towards the direction I saw the otter hopping. But it wasn’t an otter anymore, which waited in the shade.
A gorgeous, tall, amazon-built woman was laying on the ground in the shade under the trees, where the offer had once been. The otter, it seemed, had transformed into the figure of a lovely woman. Who was now studying me quite intently.
[ I must make note that: this woman was most certainly NOT my companion, Mia. I knew this immediately, without question. Her ‘presence’ was much different from Mia’s. ]
I placed her furry gray fox friend (it reminded me of a familiar) beside her, and it curled up beside her hip and fell asleep. I backed away and tried not to look at her. I was unintentionally behaving in an aloof and avoidant manner.
The reason seemed simple; her gorgeous and strikingly beautiful appearance. She was that of a Mayan, or Egyptian or Tribal princess/queen. Sun tanned skin of a darker complexion, shimmering glossy jet black hair, perfectly sculpted and shaped proportions, Fibonacci/Golden-Ratio facial structure, full-black almond eyes, perfectly defined v-shaped cupid’s bow lips.
She wore expensive tribal-beaded necklaces, a tiara, ear-accessories, bracelets and elegant culturally-colorful (of an earth-tone quality) loose & flowing gypsy clothing. It was made of multiple layers of thin/sheer cloth. She was, by all accounts (to me), WELL out of my league in a dozen different ways. And even looking upon her felt like I was breaking some sort of unspoken cultural law or rule.
Although as I lounged nearby, staring off into the distance, after a short while, she started to tease me with her bare feet. She began to press her feet against various parts of my body; against my leg first (trying to get my attention), then chest, my neck and lastly against my cheek, on the side of my face. She was being coy, but dominant, while trying to be mischievous and interactive, in order to get me to communicate and interact back with her.
Eventually I broke my barrier of assumed-formality and began to make small-talk with her. She spoke back to me as any friend would speak to one of their own. I began to get more comfortable with the idea of approaching closer to her, as she continued to lay in the shade under the trees & several angled sheets (set up in the same manner as lean-to); to enjoy relief from the summer sun’s intense heat.
[ I was curious about who she was/is. But she wasn’t ready yet, and only revealed her name to me after we had kissed each other. ]
She invited me to get closer, leaning forward, wanting me to initiate the kiss first. My lips were so dry because of the heat. I felt hesitant because I didn’t want to make her uncomfortable with my parched lips and dry/hot mouth & breath. (I felt she was worthy of the kind of kiss I couldn’t provide her).
So I did a slightly light kiss, but still pressed in, so she could feel my desire and want. Then as I began to pull away to save her from the dry feeling on her own lips (because of mine). She didn’t wish to relent though and pursued my lips as I began to pull away.
She pressed hers deep again onto mine and opened her mouth. And unexpectedly, her lips and tongue and breath was a flood of soothing cool air and icy-cold moisture! It was rapturous; like the feeling of jumping into a perfectly cool flowing river on a scorching hot day. Absolutely refreshing and intoxicatingly hydrating.
Once I felt and tasted it; I was hungry / thirsty for it (the sensation) and for her passion she expressed for me. This surprised me; that someone so “lowly” as myself could instill such hungry passion in one so beautiful and of a position of regal authority. She craved me, but also desired me to relish in the emotional feeling of cool/cold watery ‘refreshment’ and relief (from the heat) offered to me, through the connection of our kiss.
I asked her what her Name was. And she seemed ready to share it (I got the impression that she wasn’t sure about sharing before. But after considering my concern for her fox and her as an otter, as well as my demeanor when she playfully teased me with her feet, and lastly how she gauged me after our deep kisses).
She didn’t speak it, but she pulled out a flat piece of sun-dried driftwood. It was something that I personally would be familiar seeing, as an item typical to be found washed up along the dry riverbeds in Arizona after a monsoon storm/flood. It was aged, weathered and smooth around the edges. It had a name written on it, in english letters.
The name read: “Bhatrabrena“
I carefully enunciated each syllable, slowly, so that I made sure I said it correctly. I repeated the full name without any syllable-breaks, looking up into her eyes. (It’s a difficult name to say correctly outloud, because of the soundless breath between the ‘B’ and the ‘h’, as well as; the tongue must roll and vibrate quickly at just the correct syllable in the middle of her name).
She nodded as I spoke her name. Then she repeated the name aloud to me as well, her eyes sparkling with happiness. Then I repeated the name again, one final time as she watches me intently, her eyes brimming with restrained delight….
[ …and then I immediately woke up in my bed ]
I wish I could have stayed longer with her, but as soon as I understood her name, spoke it to her: I was awake.
Straight away, I reached for my notebook to write down her name and the rest of the details.
Bhatrabrena is the feeling of jumping into a chilling/cool river during the oppressive heat of a summer’s day. Her breath is the icy winds from the ocean, spread across the sandy desert dunes. She is the gulp of thirst quenching ice-water, on dry lips and inside a parched and warm mouth.
[This may sound unusual… but if Mia were the sleepy Dire Wolf… I wouldn’t be surprised.]
June 19, 2025
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