Hakate Ritual

It's been a while since I've posted here, but I'm back now!  Here is my latest dream:

I am in an army camp and in a location that is filled with desert dunes.  Within the camp, I belong to a secret circle of women that is led by another strong soldier.  She is not only our leader in circle, but also in the military, and she instructs me to type out something from handwritten notes.  The only typewriter is an old manual machine, and in the fading daylight, I begin my work.

I immediately see that I’m typing out is a ritual, and is about 6 pages long. Although there is no date on it, I suspect that we will be performing this tonight, since it is the night of the Full Moon. As I reach the last page, I find it almost illegible, and am able to make out only certain words – “Hakate, fire, peace” are the only I type but I feel that there should be a lot more there.

Night falls, and slowly we gather in a secret spot behind one of the dunes.  We are not in robes, but are still wearing our tan desert army fatigues.  The entire world turns into a monochromatic alien landscape of deep brown shadows across beige sand.  The sky is black, pierced with a scattering of stars and the huge Full Moon bathing us all in the silver light.

The ritual begins – we have no tools, just our imaginations, but that is more than enough, as the Moon Herself fills our circle with power and fire.  I feel concern about the last page as the ritual draws to a close, but the High Priestess takes the words, “Hakate… fire… peace” and weaves them into the closing chant of increadible beauty and strength, and with it, weaves our energies into One.

We all are still where we began, but now it’s transformed into a surreal and sacred world, Hakate’s realm.