Dream Birds Part Two-The Dream and Epilogue

If you have not read part one, at least have a look at it, and see if it is of interest to you, first, or just read on. :-)

Through many synchronicities, I have been urged to not only write this, but to take on the feelings of that time, so I can release them. This dream is for me, but also could be for you.
I actually had to go through old receipts, emails, etc. just to get the dates, because the dates played a part, too. The dream, itself, is fresh in my mind today. If you are into astrology, be sure to read the part at the end.

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Dreamtime, Sunday, August 5, 2001

I am talking to an Native American man, about 35. He is showing me some incense and some stones.
(The incense, I believe, is frankincense, but I cannot remember for sure, and could not remember upon waking, so if anyone has a clue, let me know)
The stones are called amethyst chevron, but I had never heard of this stone before. Amethyst yes, but amethyst chevron, no. The man says that the incense and the stones are both good for grieving and letting go. He must be aware that I have been sad these many months.

Then, we move to another space that is fairly dark.  There is a table here and we are standing in front of it. It is a long table, very like those rectangular banquet tables that you see in school lunch rooms, or at lodge banquets. 
On the table are 3 birds. I recognize that they are dead. One of them is one of my own pet birds that died recently. I wonder what he is doing with my dead bird and why they are laid out on the table.

Then, the most amazing thing happens. The man picks up one of the dead birds and throws it up and it hits a glass window, that I had not noticed up to this point. The window is much the same shape as the table and is slightly slanted on an angle. As the bird hits the window it breaks through the glass and the bird flys away. I don't recall the exact words he spoke, but the man told me the birds were not really dead, it just looked that way, and that he was sending them somewhere.

The end
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That is all there is of the dream, but it has stuck with me all this time and there is MORE.

Weirdness came the next morning. 
On August 6th, I called a supplier for my metaphysical store to place an order. One of the things I wanted to order was rose quartz tumbled stones. I also had some alternates chosen, in case that stone was not availble. The sales person told me that they had no rose quartz. I asked about the back up, nope, none of them either. She finally said, they were discontinuing their tumbled stones and the ONLY stone they had left was chevron amethyst. I said, don't you mean amethyst chevron and she said it was called chevron amethyst. It really doesn't matter what it was called, but I ordered a pound of them, and began giving them out as little thank you gifts to anyone making a purchase. I sent them to family members, too. The dream was too much for me to ignore. So, if anyone is looking for a good stone for grieving or letting go, I would definitely find one.

So, there it is, written, as one of my first remembered experiences with guidance in Dreamtime. Now, it is 7 years later, I have these kinds of dreams every night, and Saturn has moved another 45 degrees. My brother-in law has cancer now and has had 5 chemotherapy treatments and 2 bone marrow transplants. I found a bird dead in my yard 5 days ago and my own birds look a little peaked, they are only molting, but it reminds me...  A friend's bird just died a few days ago and somebody just told me that their pet bird just died. So, it is again, about death and birds, but this time, it is somehow different.

As always, I am interested in anyone's thoughts on these blogs. Feel free, if you feel so inclined. Much love to all here.

Love and Peace,
Erin