Altering The System.

Peep Hole narrow view.

Peep Hole narrow view. Inveraray Jail Scotland.

Each of us as Humans live within our boxes

Looking at a world in which it locks us

Conforming and oppressing, feeling victimized

Not seeing the bigger picture yet to be realised

Court room whispers of judgement.

Court room whispers of judgement. Inveraray Jail~Scotland

So many of us shout about the wrong ‘out there’

While many do not understand or seem to care

That to alter ‘The System’ so many shout is wrong

We need to re-programme our thinking, letting LOVE be our song

 

If the system ‘out there’ isn’t working anymore

It’s our job to create a new one, let your Mind be the door

For we ALL hold the keys to turn the ‘Light’ on in our hearts

We just need to reach within as we UNITE to do our part.

 

To break down the barriers of injustice and suppression

We need to go ‘Within’ to look at our own expression

For it’s our limited beliefs which Keep us in those boxes

So let us break old programming which traps and locks us.

 

Every piece of The System out there which is causing Pain

Was first created ‘within’ by our thoughts within OUR brains.

Creating from ‘within’ to our ‘outward’ reality

When we open our hearts to love we will cease to be causalities

 

So as we see the breakdowns of systems around our world

It’s because another has awoken allowing love to unfurl

So don’t get stuck within the energy of ‘Fight’

Create a New System- Open your hearts to the Light.

 

If we gave up the internal Battle, of Need, Mine and Want

To embrace a different dialog of UNITY to flaunt

To know we’re not fragmented but are segments of the Whole

As we Remember at Last- We are heavenly celestial Souls.

By  (c) Sue Dreamwalker

The above poem I wrote this last week.. As the Universe thought to teach another lesson in Letting go.. As my computer had to be repaired and was swiped by to factory settings as a new hard drive was installed.. Thankfully I saved my poems elsewhere..  Good to be back within this particular ‘Box’ again on WP..  I had a productive week in my allotments, which will be shared soon..

I thought to add this post to some of the photo’s I took within the old Prison I visited in Scotland at Inveraray Jail

The Jails story can be found HERE

.Love and Blessings to you all.. Sue

Many Thanks to you ALL.

My Dear WordPress family,

 

Thank you for your tremendous support and welcome back, after my absence. And I so thank you for all of your contributions which you make to this blog with your encouraging comments and visits..

It is you that keeps me blogging and it is you that makes this blog what it has become today.. So thank you, all of you.

This last week has been a little hectic as I try to condense time into manageable  ‘Bites’  as I flit through your blogs as I attempt to catch up.. And how frustrated I became when pages wouldn’t load and my computer kept freezing. Another Lesson the Universe thought to teach me.

Most all of you know how I love my garden.. And being outdoors. And this next week there are lots of things yet to get sorted in the allotments as well as my home garden. I need this connection with our Earth Mother, for it she that breathes life into my lungs, and heals me. So I need to spend lots more time working her soil and tending her plants.

I am working my way down the list of those I have not yet called in on since my  vacation. But this is taking extra time due to the still reoccurring page freezes that are happening less but still occurring. But this is taking time, as I love reading your posts and love commenting upon them…

You can see what my Hubby and I have been up to since our return on my Garden Blog, which has sadly got very neglected also.

To see what We have been doing is but One click away HERE and it is in Picture format for easy viewing.  So I hope you can see what time has to be spent in preparing such a huge plot of land for growing food.

 

 Thank you all of you for reading and

Have a wonderful week..

Love and Blessings

Sue

 

 

Vision Quest 8 Conclusion.~ Facing Fears

Background to the story so far. Muna was brought up from the age of two and half by her Full blooded Native American Indian Grandmother.  Aponi had taught Muna lots of the Ancient ways of living from the land along with many traditional ceremonies.

Muna had reoccurring nightmares all of her life, Now in her late teens she was following her Grandmother’s advice and had embarked upon a Vision Quest to see it she could find the reason for the Shadows that haunted her Dream time.

The full part of this Vision Quest can be read in separate parts HERE.

This is the final part of the Vision Quest Chapter in which Muna finds out more about her past. This will be longer in length than the previous parts.

 Facing Fears

Once again the old fear came back as the garden no longer felt welcoming. She shuddered again, as a blanket of thick mists enveloped her. Muna knew she had to find out what lay beyond the door. What was the shadow that haunted her dreams? Muna turned to the North Door to help her overcome the fears she held so deep within.

“ Help me Grandfather Sky, clear the mists before my eyes, show me the way Grandmother Earth, help me overcome all that is hidden, that makes me afraid.” Muna’s voice was calm but she couldn’t help but feel fearful for what the North door had hidden behind it.

As if in answer to her plea the mists parted before her and the door in the North Wall loomed into  her vision. Her eyes took in the old wooden door, she saw the many grains etched upon its surface along with the knots, and she saw the old nails which held the rusty hinges in place. She thought of the long forgotten tree which was cut down to create such a door as she stroked the wood feeling the knots. At the same time she felt the knot twist within the pit of her stomach as that old emotion of dread surfaced.

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But Muna  shook  off this feeling  as she concentrated upon the knocker positioned in the centre of this old arched shaped doorway, and she was not surprised that the handle was formed from two twisted engravings of snakes entwined together.  For some reason Muna remembered something her Grandmother had told her about Quetzalcoatl  And the symbolism of snakes primal energy. She knew now was the time to shed another skin as she let go of that which restricted her as she allowed the life force to heal and guide her through the changes. Knowing the door would open up more questions, but  would also lead her to new discoveries of her inner being. 

Looking down now at the water in which she thought she had to wade through, the mists had lifted revealing stepping-stones opening a path towards the door.. Muna smiled knowing all things were possible if only one believed. She took a deep breath as she made her first step as she stepped across the stones walking towards the door.

As she looked where she put her feet, she saw the weed thick within the murky water, and was aware of something slithering its way across the water keeping pace with her as she saw the ripples just beneath the surface. She heard the occasional splash as if something either surfaced or dived, and her heart began to pound. Again her thoughts raced as her Grandmothers words once again came to mind.

“ Face Your Fear” she heard the echo of Aponi’s words as she got closer to the door.. ” You only fear what you do not know Muna. Fear is just a stranger whom you so not yet know. Once you become the observer you will see there is nothing to Fear but Fear itself.” Muna had long puzzled at this remark of her Grandmother’s.

So she squared her shoulders and took a deep breath and closed her eyes. She asked to become the ‘observer’. When she opened them she was there, she now saw the age of this old door, as the wood had splinted and dried. She reached out her hand and took hold of the door knocker and instinctively knocked twice. As if by magic the door swung open, as it did so more mists seemed to bellow out in front of her. Stepping through the mist, crossing the threshold of the doorway Muna waited hoping the mists would  recede, she saw a scene she half recognised, but wasn’t fully aware from where.

Before her a scene unravelled, she was in a small room with sparse furnishings with a wooden table in the centre, in the corner was a familiar rocking chair with a colourful crocheted shawl hung over its back, somewhere in the background Muna heard a child crying.

Muna’s attention was then taken to a young woman, cowering in the corner of the room who was crying. The woman had long raven black hair that was strewn across her face wet with tears. As the mists cleared further Muna saw there was also blood on the young woman’s face. A man’s voice shouted in rage

Muna found herself floating above the scene as the woman was pursued by a man. The man was screaming obscenities at her, yelling and screaming, he seemed to be possessed by the devil himself as his eyes bulged and his face was distorted in rage.  Sobbing the woman got up to run outside, she got half way across the yard as the man yelled as he ran after her, the woman turned running backwards at the same time before she stumbled and fell. She hit her head hard upon the ground, Her sobs instantly stopped as her body now motionless and lifeless lay upon the ground..

The man stopped in his tracks, as if waking up from a dream he looked down at his hands. Had he really hit his beautiful wife..   He looked up to the skies and now it was his turn to scream, as he let out such a wail of anguish as he yelled out the to the sky.. Words she knew he was speaking, and yet she couldn’t hear any of them. She only saw the woman lifeless on the floor, the child who cries she had heard now emerged from the doorway, she was only a young toddler but she ran to the fallen woman, tripping over as she fell beside the woman, crying “Mama, mama”

It was then that Muna understood, the toddler was herself, it was she crying ‘Mama’, and the fallen woman was her Mother. She looked now feeling the tears spill onto her cheeks, as she saw the man, her father.

Muna was seeing him now for the very first time.The toddler had fear in her eyes as the dark shadow of her father loomed over them both as he bent over the two of them he started to cry. Lifting his wife into his arms, asking for her forgiveness, as he didn’t mean it, he hadn’t meant it, as once again his temper and rage had flared taken over by the drink which consumed his soul. 

He was distraught and ran back into the cabin. Muna saw the toddler sitting at the side of her Mother pulling at her sleeve for her to wake up.  It was then a large Bang now echoed out into the air, not only sending a shudder through Muna, but she saw the toddler visibly jump, afraid of the noise, frightened and confused now no longer feeling her mother’s warmth, she watched as the toddler climbed onto her mother, hugging her as her blood still oozed out onto the ground from the back of her head. She saw the smoke now curl up around the edges of the cabin as it swept across the yard like a thick mist. The toddler lay curled in a ball sobbing on her Mother’s breast ………………..

Muna came too from her Vision, curled in the centre of the medicine wheel in a tight ball, the sky was now dusk as the Sun began to set the air had taken on a chill.. She sat up within her circle of stones feeling the tears upon her own cheeks.. She looked at the setting Sun her thoughts in a muddle for a second until she recalled she was on the mountain within her Vision Quest. Thanking Grandfather Sky and all her ancestors that had helped her to see her vision, Muna sat and thought upon all she had been shown.

It had  explained much more than Aponi had ever told her about the passing of her Mother and Father. Why had her Grandmother never told her the truth of how her parents had passed. All she had been told that her father was white and had struggled all his life with drink. As soon as Muna had been old enough to ask about her Mother she was always told it was in a tragic fire from which she had been rescued. When Muna had enquired how such a fire had started and wanted to learn more. Aponi had always dismissed her inquisitive questioning by saying..

“ When you are older Child, the Great Spirit will reveal All to you when the time is ripe, then your journeying will begin.”   Yet Muna had also heard the rumours from the village folk and had heard the whispers of turned heads looking her way of Murder and a fire, yet she had never dared ask if this was true fearing the worse of why she was orphaned .. But now she knew her Father had not murdered her Mother, but his rage had contributed to her tragic death.

Muna reached out for the precious locket and unwrapped it from the hand kerchief. She opened it and touched the lock of raven black hair. The locket had been her mother’s the only thing she had.

Muna then took the candle which had toppled over and gone out, she secured it upright by digging it into the earth, and relit it, sending a prayer to her Mother, and one for her Father asking that they both now rest in peace as she hoped now that her mind would be eased as at last she was able to recall those blurred visions of a toddler. 

So many Fears stem from the memories engraved within the growing pains of a child.. She saw now the reason she disliked loud noises and the shadows which always seemed so menacing. She also knew the truth of her deep-seated Fear.

She began to understand Aponi’s words of becoming the observer. Muna saw how her perception through being traumatized when her father’s shadow had blocked out the Sun when he had bent down over her Mother had created the fear, coupled with the loud bang.. She realised her father had killed himself then set their home on fire such was his anguish. 

She saw too how everyone must have thought her father had murdered her mother and presumed the truth. How easy it is she thought to judge, yet not be in full possession facts. She would obeserve more often in future rather than jump to conclusions she thought. 

She took another sip of her water, and was just going to stand up and make a fire, when she heard a voice.. She looked left and right of her, as she was uncertain as to where the voice had come from, it startled her to realise the voice was inside her head, But so clear did it speak..

“This is just the beginning of your Journey, Little One, You now have faced the fear of the past, now you have to face the fear of the future..”

Muna didn’t understand, but she soon would………………….

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This is the last of the series Vision Quest for a while    … I hope you enjoyed this lengthier last episode..

© Sue Dreamwalker 2010- 2016 All rights reserved.

Putting Life Into Perspective.

It was snowing when we travelled up to Scotland

It was snowing when we travelled up to Scotland

Have you ever stopped to think how fortunate we are?

As you walk in your shoes, or drive in your car

Did you ever consider what a privilege it’s been

To travel and enjoy the places you have seen.

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Have you ever given thanks for precious gifts of life?

Like a healthy New-born child and a path without much strife

We take many things for granted in our modern world today

Surrounded by our gadgets in our homes that we display

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Have we got lost upon our ‘Earth Journey’ here?

Locked into screens of pixels, updating every year

Education at our fingertips, we travel in mega-bites

Each searching from our engines as we take in the sights.

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Have you noticed the World is changing and it’s letting us all know?

There is more to life than possessions; it’s time for us to grow

As we ‘Wake-Up’ to the facts, long hidden from our view

The ‘Material’ is being taken, Waking up Me and You

~~

So every loss we feel, is another important part

Every ‘Letting Go’ is a chance for a new start

Each thing removed, is pushing the ‘Great Shift’

As we alter our Perspective, so the Energies can lift..

© Sue Dreamwalker 2016 All rights reserved.

There is always something that puts life into perspective for us.. I wrote this poem the other evening after shutting down my PC in frustration.. The weather here is lovely today, so I have been busy in the allotments, So lots to share soon on my Gardening blog.. Time is beating me, but then time is but an illusion.. Smile 

I am working my way slowly around all of you.. So if I haven’t arrived yet, those who have left me comments I am working my way through to you one by one..  I will arrive when I am meant to Open-mouthed smile 

In the mean time enjoy a few more photo’s of Scotland.. And there will be a scheduled post for Saturday in the conclusion to The Vision Quest..

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 There will be more to pictures of Scotland I am sure in the future 🙂 Here is the Wallace Monument Link as it didn’t appear in the slide show. http://www.nationalwallacemonument.com/

Along with one for Stirling Castle

Have A Wonderful Day.. 

Love

~Sue~

 

Technical Issues~ A lesson in Patience

Dear Friends..

 

You may well wonder where I have gone to as I try to access your blog posts.. I seem to be experiencing  problems every time I click to view your posts from WP with my PC freezing refusing to load up your pages.. Getting stuck with  (read .s1.wp.com) showing as the culprit.

I can access other internet services with no problems.. Any ideas of how to solve this blip would be most welcome..

In the meant time I keep trying.. I have even tried accessing blogs direct from email alerts, and still it your pages will not load.. Sometimes It even takes ages for my own blog to load with the same message getting stuck..

So pleased bare with me.. ( Maybe the Universe is nudging me along to buy a new PC.. 🙂 ) as my old PC is slow any way.. but this is beyond frustrating..

In the mean time

Another  Photo for you ..

 

Doune Castle

Doune Castle Scotland you really have to look in the centre of the photo to find it 🙂  This was taken on our way to see Stirling Castle.

Hope to be back to viewing and commenting upon your posts as soon as this problems sorts itself.

Blessings Sue

 

 

Back from Beautiful Scotland.

Kilchurn Castle 2016

Hello my lovely friends..  What a beautiful holiday we have had. I am back refreshed and rejuvenated from all of the beauty Scotland had to offer as you can see from the photo above I took of Kilchurn Castle, the history of which you can find out more Here. Along with more close ups of this ruined castle..

I will not spend too much time on my first post, I just wanted to say a very big thank you for all of your lovely comments while I was away upon my scheduled posts, and thank you for my Birthday well wishes.. I had a fabulous day..

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I am now working my way back through all of your comments and will be visiting each and everyone of you back just as soon as is possible.. We arrived back in England to warm sunny weather and you can imagine we now have to get cracking with the planting out in the allotment..

Inveraray Harbour

Thank you all again for you wonderful support and I will be filling you all in shortly with lots of photo’s and of course not forgetting the conclusion of Muna’s Vision Quest very soon..

Above is a photo of Inveraray a small town on the coast of Loch Fyne in Argyll. Below is a  little video I found that shows the beauty of this small town that has some Stunning views and wonderful things to visit..

Have a wonderful Weekend and I will be catching you all up very soon

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E38tHIPYFyc

Love and Blessings to you all

Sue

Vision Quest 7~ The Bees~ Collective.

To read episodes 1 to 6 visit HERE

 

Vision Quest 7. The Buzz of Bees

Muna turned to face another wall of the garden, here climbing the walls were the many clematis showing off their beautiful blooms along with climbing roses. Entwined amongst them all were bindweed and ivy, the ivy had grown so thick in parts the wall could no longer be seen. Here Muna’s attention was drawn to the Bee’s as she saw them collecting the pollen and inspecting each flower, each with heavy yellow sacks of pollen they had collected.

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She saw the bees fly off and watched as they all seemed to be heading in the same direction. Around in a circle they flew and she saw them land one by one flying underneath what appeared to be a flat stone. But upon looking closer Muna saw that it was a hive.

The Buzz of their wings now seemed to intensify as Muna seemed to travel now within the hive as she saw the cones of honey being created. She saw the Queen, the lava being tended and fed, Muna remembered all the things Aponi did with honey and how medicinal its properties are.

Honey is the only food on the planet that will not spoil. All seemed so perfect each cone exactly perfect in dimensions and size. How did the bees create such intricate perfection? The Buzzing seemed to overtake her senses again as she heard all the bees talking all at once, telling each other with their musical dance where the best pollen was located.

Muna smelt the fragrance of the roses as the perfume lifted her as she seemed to fly around the garden, she felt the softness of the Rose petals, she was showered by the pollen, She flew from flower to flower exploring their stamens feeling the joy of freedom. Muna felt the love from the flowers as they opened their hearts to accept her.

Muna now found herself standing once again viewing the scene in the middle of the garden… She saw the butterflies drinking the nectar, she saw the many bugs crawling among the vines, the green flies, the ladybugs and she saw the birds as they flew in and out of the ivy, she saw a small bird digging with her beak into the undergrowth turning over the leaves as she searched for food.. Nature was perfect she thought.

All things created for each to survive, ALL are connected.

 She thought of the work the Bees did, pollinating the flowers and crops, if it were not for that busy bee she thought, what would happen to the crops and flowers. What would happen to mankind? As if in answer to her unspoken question a Hawk swooped down from the sky out of nowhere and plucked the small bird from where she had just seen it gathering food. All she heard was its cries, and they were both gone, with only the flutter of a few feathers left on the ground. Her heart gave a lurch in sadness..

Muna bent to retrieve the feathers and held them within her palm, as a gust of wind blew sending them flying high over the wall … She shivered, as a tear dropped to her cheek. Muna also understood that Nature was also perfectly balanced.. All things created for each other to survive also meant that some died so that others may live.

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As Muna’s eyes looked around the garden she saw the mists had now come back, creeping up once more around Muna, making the garden now seem unfriendly. She felt the chill in the air. She looked over her shoulder, and saw the Wooden Door in what would have been the North Facing Wall. The heavy wooden door looked forbidding. As another shiver ran down her spine.

 

This part of the garden seemed more neglected, the weeds had overtaken the boarders to the wall, and thick brambles grew along with poison ivy, wild garlic, and bulrushes. Here she saw there was a small pond, which was clogged with weeds and mud, but life still swam in its depths, as she saw the small fish dart this way and that.

A cloud seemed to pass over the Sun and it plunged the garden into shadow sending more cold shivers though her being…

This was the Door Muna feared the most, instinctively that she knew she would have to open up the door and walk through it, but to do so; she needed to wade through the water before it..

“ Only you can face your Fears Muna” Aponi’s voice echoed in Muna’s mind.

 “ For it is only you that give them life”..

 

More to follow in the not too distant future, as Muna confronts her fears and finds out what has haunted her Dream time for so long as she goes through the North facing door. 

Love and Blessings

Sue

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Vision Quest 6~ Reflections of Self

The first parts of this Story can be found HERE Wolf-Reflections-Within.png

 Muna turned to what was the South wall in the garden and saw many large mirrors embedded within it, twisted around them was variegated ivy in many shades of green.

The summer Sun reflecting light that dazzled the eye, illuminating her mind, showing her that all things have a cycle, She heard the birds again singing in the distance communicating with each other along with the tinkling of bells as she saw then that there were also many tiny mirrors which had been hung in amongst the trees that twisted and turned in the breeze, and yet here there was no breeze. These smaller mirrors faced back through the larger ones and the illusion of mirror within mirror where ever Muna looked down an endless wall of more mirrors until they disappeared into the distance..

The thought then came so clear, we are all fragments of the One mirror, all reflections of one another, we are within each other each seeing a different perspective going on and on.. One within one like a hologram.. All ONE contained with the smallest of pieces..

She saw the mists rise within the garden revealing many hidden treasures.. These were statues of birds, and animals, as she looked closer she saw many of these statues of Butterflies and Dragonflies and ornaments had been partially covered by the tall grasses and weeds which surround the edges of the garden.

The Animals were calved pieces of wood, each animal was set doing a task.. The Beaver was nibbling his way through a log, there were birds building nests and within a wooden carving was a spider weaving her web, and on another was a Turtle burying her eggs.

All things were striving to build a nest she thought, all in different ways all working so hard to achieve, and yet they all knew instinctively how to do so, no one showed them how, they just did it.

They all never gave up. If the Beaver’s Dam burst then they would build another, if a nest got destroyed in a storm the nesting pair would mate again and build another. The spider would build another web when hers got torn, and the Turtle she travelled thousands of miles to return to the same shore where she was born and yet no one had shown them how. 

Muna then knew what she was being shown. She should always trust her emotions, her instincts were built inside her too for a reason and she should never give up, but always follow them despite the obstacles that would be thrown in her path.

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OK  Tomorrow One More part to come,  as  I am sure you have had more than enough of this story for now… Not much more before the end of Muna’s Vision Quest as she seeks answers to her fears. And it will not be long before I am back to moderate all your pending comments..

There is more to this story the Vision Quest’s Chapter, But I will post those after my return..

© Sue Dreamwalker 2010- 2016 All rights reserved.

This is part of a Scheduled post.. I will reply to comments upon my return..

Love and Blessings Sue

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