The Elder~ The Pathfinder~ Part 1.

Dear Friends, over the next couple of weeks, I will be busy with some art work, along with planting season on our veggie plot. I will be busy.. Those wishing to see such progress both on the plot and what my creativity has been doing, you are most welcome to visit my Garden blog. Where I have shared some of my craft work today.. I am enjoying for the first time, glass painting, so I thought to fill in my absence on my blog with resurrecting a series of my thoughts with the Elder~This first part is THE PATHFINDER… I posted way back in 2017. The time now has come for us to delve deeper still within to release and surrender to our higher selves and allow our hearts to guide us in all of our choices… We are all here, right now, standing on our various branches within the Tree of life learning and growing as we work our way back to the Light… I send you All, so much love… I will leave comments open. But please do not think I am ignoring you if it takes a while to respond…. I always follow the flow of my feelings and While some of you will have read this post before.. Many I know will not have… So thank you for your continued support and patience…. But our energies all need to focus upon clearing away our shadows, as we open our hearts in Unity and Love, as we enter some exciting changes in our inner world and we witness many revelations occurring in our outer world…. Much LOVE TO ALL 💛🙏💚

The story below is one which filled my thoughts as I painted the Elder Tree.. I will reveal the whole painting at the end of the series of these short stories. Parts of these paintings I revealed on this post. My thoughts may take up several posts.. I know how many do not like reading Long posts, but I know those who are meant to read, will read.. Thank you  ALL in advance. 

Mole section/ Water Colour on 100% cotton 10 x 7 inches full painting

The Woman could no longer breathe in all the intoxicating poisons the world threw out. She became overwhelmed with the fumes of other people’s thoughts.  Her senses overloaded by the barrage of vibrations that poured forth in her daily world which over spilled into her dream-state.  Even the radio had hourly interruptions sending her mind into the dark corners she did not wish to visit, as yet more darkness crept into her sanctuary. 

Walking was her usual relief, but the winter chill set her mind on another escape.

She slid the vinyl record from its sleeve and lifted the arm of the player into position as she gently lowered the needle into the groove… The familiar strains immediately soothed her aching mind. She let out a long low sigh.

She breathed in deep and deeper still. She closed her eyes for a moment as if in a ritual then she reached for the paint brush which she dipped into the clean water. The drawing which had emerged the night before as the clock she had glanced at had the unearthly hour of 03:33. Numbers which she was well used to seeing in triplicate. Their symbols yet another reminder that she was being guided and had some wise masters to help guide her along her pathway.

The night before she had drawn a tree. This was no ordinary tree, It was an Elder. And she had been drawn into its womb. She sat now with paint loaded upon her brush and as the paint spread into the paper, so too did her mind sink deeper and deeper.

She found herself sinking into her design, right into the Earth Mother where all seeds are sown and all knowledge is born.  And so, her painting took root.

It was as if the Elder came to life, the Elder’s aged wisdom speaking to her heart. She was told once again of the ‘Standing Ones’ the ancient Tree Tribes whose huge forests had covered the land.

The Ancient Elder took her down within the roots showing her how deep they twisted and reached out mirroring her canopy, as above, so below the Elder began.

Before long the woman saw the many worms wriggling as she painted the twisting roots, roots that twisted and held the fabric of the Earth Mother together. Some strong, some weak, but all part of the whole. Her brush began to paint something not in her drawing, but its shape was clear.. It was a Mole..

“Good”, said the Elder, “you see the Mole and the worms, and you see even though they need no light, how precious are these to our Mother, for they enrich the soil. Without the Worms the soil would be lifeless, but sand”. The Elder continued telling the woman what she already knew, but the woman listened intently as the Mole took shape.

She watched as in her mind she saw the many worms taking the Elders and all the Standing Ones fallen leaves pulling them underground.

 The Elder explaining that nothing was ever lost, “As we shed our load, it prevents us from toppling over and breaking under the weight of storms. We Stand in unity together in every storm, learning to bend and bow our branches. Knowing that the elements can take down the most rigid and strongest among us. It’s the strength of our roots which keep us anchored and grounded” said the Elder

“ We shield one another, as we stand together in times of great storms. We know some of us may fall, but in our centre grows the strongest matriarch our Mother-Hub tree, she protects our young seedlings. So our tribe goes on, growing outward from its centre from its heart.”

The woman took in all that was said as she continued to paint and mix the colours upon her pallet. And as the Elder grew in statue upon her paper and took deeper form, so too did she see the many miracles which this wonderful old tree Elder had witnessed throughout time.


 The stories held her imagination as the Elder began once again to tell the story of Mole.. A story she had once read but barely remembered its detail. Yet now as she painted in detail the story rose before her in her mind.

“Now I will tell you about a time in the Very Beginning,” said the Elder. “ When your tribe lived in  a world of darkness, beneath the Earth. Your tribe knew of no other world and so knew nothing but darkness. Until one of you asked if there was more to the world in which you lived. Mole was revered for his skills in tunneling and so a man asked Mole if there were something other than the world they lived.”   The woman continued cleaning her brush in the water, choosing another colour as the Elders trunk grew up from the roots as other images formed in her mind that had now embedded themselves within the trunk.  

“ Your tribe had never seen the light of day, but they knew Mole went close to the surface for it was Mole who allowed the air they all breathed into their underground world.. Air that we Standing Ones breathe out and create, so that you Humans can breathe it in”.. The woman listened intently to what was to come next.

“ Mole told the people beneath the Earth to follow him, asking them to form a line right behind him. And as he dug his tunnel, he passed back the earth and rocks to the Human, who in turn passed it back and so on. Thus they all moved through the tunnel putting the debris behind them.  At last the Mole led them to the surface, each emerged, blinking and squinting to the brightness of the sunlight. Some of your tribe didn’t like the brightness and wanted to return to the depth of the earth.. But because Mole had instructed all to pass back the soil the tunnel had been filled in and there was no return.” The Elder paused as the woman cleaned her brushes with a tissue..

“ Mole was to become known as ‘The Pathfinder’ his gift to man was the Sunlight and Wind which the Human tribe had not experienced before. Mole is one of the caretakers of our Earth Mother, he does not judge another by what he looks like, for he is blind to Bias. Instead Mole relies upon his own gifts and senses, through touch, smell, and feeling the vibrations and changes around him.  He knows before any other creature the rumblings and stirrings within our Earth Mothers breast. He knows when an earthquake is coming and he feels the eruptions and so knows of our Earth Mothers pain”

The Elder stopped speaking,  She smiled  at another triple number appeared 11:11am. The music on the player had long ago stopped.  She looked down at the Elder upon her paper. Mentally thanking the Standing Ones for the gifts, they gave.

The woman stood, and stretched her limbs satisfied with her work and saw how there as if by magic other animals had been woven into the roots. But those stories were for another session when the paints would bring their stories to life.

©Sue Dreamwalker 2017.

52 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Eddie Two Hawks
    May 04, 2021 @ 15:11:48

    Thank goodness the air is fresh and clean in the area where I live.
    Thank goodness every day! Blessings to you Sue and everyone
    that they may find this true for themselves as well! hugs, Eddie

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  2. marina kanavaki
    May 04, 2021 @ 16:25:57

    Happy planting and creating, my dearest Sue! Love and many hugs! 🤗❤🤗

    Liked by 1 person


  3. utahan15
    May 04, 2021 @ 17:24:38

    gorgeous artwork!

    Liked by 1 person


  4. fauquetmichel
    May 04, 2021 @ 18:25:14

    When you speak of Elder tree , Sue , do you speak of Sambucus nigra or do you mean a very old tree ? Your text is philosophic .
    About eldertree , I have a son who makes wine by fermanation of the flowers ! Some like it!
    Love ❤

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    • Sue Dreamwalker
      May 04, 2021 @ 22:30:43

      I speak of both dear Michel.. for the Elder is the Elder Tree and the Elder is the Tree family…. Those who were here before Mankind.. Whose roots have been in Mother for so long.. Who have stood and watched rooted to the spot as change all around them happens….
      My Aunt used to make Elderberry flower wine and Elderberry wine from the berries… We could collect lots of the flowers in spring for her to make the sparkling wine….. I love it…. ❤ 🙂 The Elder Tree here in the UK is this one Michel..
      Thank you so very much for your kind compliments my friend… Much love your way ❤



  5. The Path to My Heart
    May 04, 2021 @ 18:43:41

    Hi Sue -wonderful story with lots of depth and meanings! Can’t wait for the next installment. This is earth medicine. You could easily design a deck of healing cards with stories like this and you could paint the cards – would be amazing!! Sometimes it does feel like I’m digging blind up through the darkness to find the light. Call on mole medicine I will from now on when needed!! Loved it! Thank you. Much love, Donna

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    • Sue Dreamwalker
      May 04, 2021 @ 22:21:14

      Yes Mole is only tiny but holds a lot of medicine in that velvet fur of his…. He teaches us to use our instincts and not always rely on what we see…. 😉 So pleased this story was new to you and you enjoyed it… Lots of love and many thanks Donna… ❤

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  6. boundlessblessingsblog
    May 04, 2021 @ 19:03:59

    Sue I loved your story from the beautiful painting that you have so wonderfully woven in your story and the mole was the one who came out first from darkness to light. Awesome story of the pathfinder. Happy painting and stay safe.

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  7. Erika
    May 04, 2021 @ 19:29:37

    As the painting drew the woman into the elder so did your words draw me into the story. I don’t know how to describe it but it is obvious that there was a wonderful, old, and strong energy flowing through this all that embraced the reader, encouraged, explained, and united. I dare to say that this was a channeled story. So deep!

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  8. Miriam
    May 04, 2021 @ 20:49:17

    Dear Sue, I’ve woken up (quite literally) to your beautiful post this morning, finding it wise, profound and layered with hope and earth energy. May light come to earth and infuse all with truth and vision. Love and blessings to you my friend. And happy creating. I look forward to reading more. 💚

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  9. Mark Lanesbury
    May 04, 2021 @ 22:30:07

    As we see inside ourselves, only then can we see that in others. Others outside persona is always trying to portray what they think they are, but their heart encases it all and can be seen for its truth. And the more they dig through and experience life the more accurate they portray the truth of their hearts.
    As always dear lady, your truth is always shining. Thank you for sharing your heart 😀 ❤️ 🙏🏽 🦋



  10. Mabel Kwong
    May 05, 2021 @ 11:15:03

    Looking forward to seeing what you get up to over on your other blog, Sue. I visited earlier and hope to be back soon. This is an inspiring story you are sharing with us again…some stories are timeless and always worth sharing like this one of yours. We all move, grow and change with seasons and everything that we do, and certain things happen at certain times as your narrative alluded to. Take care 💕

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  11. -Eugenia
    May 05, 2021 @ 14:18:35

    Thank you for sharing your wisdom and hope, Sue! I always enjoy your inspirational posts! Stay well and safe, my friend! 💖

    Liked by 1 person


  12. Lisa Hutchison LMHC
    May 05, 2021 @ 15:54:33

    Enjoy your creative time, Sue! May it replenish and inspire you.
    I am taking some creative time this week myself,
    Many Blessings
    Lisa xoxo

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  13. thespiritkeeper
    May 05, 2021 @ 19:29:28

    Beautiful story and one to be mindful of Gaia. Love the art of the elder tree and its roots, Hope you are having an excellent day . Be well my friend. I think of you often, ❤ ❤ ❤

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  14. Infinite Living
    May 05, 2021 @ 22:29:59

    Your post, this story is so full of grounding, nourishing, nurturing and enlightening Earth energy. I felt very supported and comforted reading it.

    Liked by 1 person


  15. rabirius
    May 08, 2021 @ 12:59:21

    Good luck with your artworks and your garden.

    Liked by 1 person


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