Hi everyone, Christopher Ree here. I firmly believe in the Totem Animal/Vision Quest concept. It is something that resonates very strongly with me. I have my own vision of my own Totem Animal to share with you.
Sometime in the mid-1970’s I had a Totem Animal dream. I was not that educated or informed in Indigenous Folklore, but none the less, I had this dream. I was liviing in San Franciso at the time and quite close to the Pacific Coast, which I visited every chance I got. I was always hoping that in my sojourns in the coves I would catch a glimpse of the elusive and rare sea otter. I always came up blank, no otters, just a few abolone shells that they had eaten from and left on the tidal rocks.
One dark & stormy night, no pun intended. It was a very stormy night outside as I drifted off to sleep. Quickly I slipped into a dream state and I found myself alone on a small sailboat, say about 25-30 ft. long. Note, I am no sailor. Never was or will be. I have had a fear of drowning all my life. There I was, alone, on a sailboat at night in a very intense storm. The waves were huge and it appearted that I was somewhere of the coast of Big Sur, California. The cliffs were looming ever closer and the waves were threatening to swamp my boat. I was in a panic. I tried to wake up. I couldn’t! I knew it was my end. I was either going to sink and drown or be dashed against the rocks at the base of the cliffs. Sure enough, a wave hit the boat and capsized me tossing me into the ocean. Wave after wave hit me and pulled me down. I resigned myself to a watery death, when all of a sudden I felt something bump me. I panicked. I thought, Oh, great, I’m not going to just drown; I’m going to be eaten by a shark! I freaked. I said my prayers and prepared to die. Then a little furry head popped up in front of me and then another and another. They were otters, not sharks! They started lifting me out of the water and they started to float me to the shore. I couldn’t move. I was paralyzed by the coldness of the water. I was numb. They eventually dragged me into a cove. It was low tide and the rocks, covered with sea weed, made it easy for the otters to slide me deeper into the cove. Finally they let go of me and put me down in front of this large rock draped with seaweed. Upon this rock sat a gigantic otter with a gold crown on its head! I stared in amazement. This otter had to be 6 ft. tall! It mouth opened and out came a voice that told me that he was the king of all otters and that I was one of them. That they were my family and that they had saved me so that I could do what I was supposed to do in this life. I then watched as bit by bit all the fur, skin, and muscle vanished from the king of otters so that all that was left was his skeleton. Then it all grew back and I woke up. I now know my totem animal is the otter. Everytime I think of this dream I get goose bumps. Thereafter, everytime I went to beach, I saw an otter. Many times while I was fishing, mother otters would bring their babies up close to me and play with them in front of me, a most unusual form of behavior. I felt honored and blessed. I still do.
I encourage everyone to seek out their animal helper/totem. It is a great gift from Mother Nature.
Love, Light, & Laughter, Christopher Ree