“If I can’t make it through one door, I’ll go through another door- or I’ll make a door. Something terrific will come no matter how dark the present.”

~ Rabindranath Tagore

I had a dream, last Thursday night, that I was attacked by a black panther. It looked like the one in the picture (sans wings). I was walking through the woods, enjoying my time in nature (like I do, in reality, every day), but I’d left my Ridgeback at home for some reason so was without my guardian.

The panther appeared from the bushes. I looked at it in admiration of its strength and beauty. Then it launched at me and sunk its teeth into my wrist, ripping open veins and tendons.

It’s highly unusual for me to dream of violence, or beasts. But I’ve been doing some serious shadow work of late and it doesn’t take a genius to figure out that the panther likely represents my shadow self. I’m more aware of it now than ever before – because of the psychological work I’m doing.

Anyway, unfortunately I had to save myself. I battered it’s skull with a large rock 😢 And shortly afterwards I found its newly orphaned baby. A little cub. But white in colour.

I picked it up. I held it. I knew I had a chance to atone for what I had done by nurturing and raising the cub in the best way possible. I literally – in the dream – opened a door. A door in the forest. And took the cub home with me. A beautiful new beginning from a brutal ending. And an inner child rescued from the darkness.

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