When the Wings Returned
The other night, I had a dream I can’t stop thinking about.
I was in a large tent where people were gathered, socializing, talking—it felt like a temporary place, almost like the kind of communal energy you find in passing moments of life. I stepped out of that space alone. Outside, the wind was picking up, kicking dust across the ground. It was dry and hazy, and next to the tent stood an old gas station—completely abandoned. But hanging there was an old sign with two metal angel wings, just barely attached, tattered and worn. As the wind swirled around me, the two wings lifted off the sign, floating through the air, and landed on my back. I felt them touch the exact place where wings would attach—right at my shoulder blades.
It was one of those vivid dreams where I knew something bigger was happening. It felt significant and I knew that the wings were connecting at my heart and higher heart chakras, a powerful energetic connection.
And when I shared the dream with my psychic friend, her insight moved me deeply. She told me that the wings represent my knowledge and wisdom—that it’s time to use and share these. Like the Tin Man, she said, it’s time to oil the metal. The wisdom is already mine—I just need to focus on it, to remember it, and to be more vocal. It is time for me to share my voice.
She said the wings don’t want to stay in that dusty place anymore. They’re ready to fly again—and they came back to me because I’m ready too. According to her, I’ll be on the front lines of this next phase of the spiritual awakening and global change, and the wings are confirmation that it’s time to get the message out. Not tomorrow. Now.
Her insights fully resonated with me. And when I pulled a tarot card to ask if there was anything else I needed to know, I drew The Sun.
It was the clearest yes I’ve ever received.
The Sun is a card of radiance, truth, embodiment, and stepping fully into who we are. It affirmed everything—the dream, the insight, the timing. I’ve come through so much in this life. I’ve spent long periods hiding, processing, gathering truth quietly. But this dream told me what my soul has already known: those days are ending. I’m not waiting anymore. The wings are on, and I’m ready.
There’s something sacred about the symbolism. The tent was the world. The gas station was the past—the place I once went to refuel but no longer need. And the metal wings? They’re strong, ancient, earned. They came back because I know who I am. They touched the source of my power, my heart, and now it is time.
It’s time to speak, create, share, guide. Not for ego, but because the light is rising in all of us, and some of us are meant to help others through the shift. You don’t have to be perfect to lead. You just have to remember who you are.
The wings are on. I’m ready.
