Dry Your Tears! You have a Mission!

Clematis and – Everlasting-Sweetpeas

 The Woman lay looking into her heart, trying to fathom its depths. This melancholy ache of sorrow that swept into her bones, penetrating every cell of her being.

The silence once her beautiful friend, now devoured her in its void of blackness. No matter how loud she called, only the perpetual hissing of static crackled in her ears.

She wanted so desperately to escape her self-imposed prison. Each new day she gave thanks for her countless blessings, giving thanks for natures gifts.  She would work with Mother Earth, tilling the soil, tending her garden, smiling at the miracles of growth as she watched the seeds she had planted grow and mature to bare fruit.

She was given the gift of words, of compassion and understanding, which she spread around like confetti, showering others with love and encouragement, that all was as it should be…

Yet where was her encouragement, where was her guidance?… She had travelled along this road for so, so long, on her lonely journey. Knowing this day, this ‘Time’, would arrive…….   

She knew all her strength would be needed; her inner light now more than ever needed to shine out to guide others to encourage them.  Gaia was counting upon thousands of star-seeds, lightworkers, way showers, whose internal coding was now being activated to help tip the scales that enabled Gaia to open up her own heart that had been trapped and sealed deep within her core by the grip of evil that had penetrated her in long ago Lemurian times which we still all held within our Inner knowing of our memory.

Shamrock~ like the countless stars we are.

The woman turned over, drawing her knees up into the fetal position. A sigh escaped her, releasing her breath she had been unaware she’d been holding.

She had laid there for half a day, too tired to even think. Her eyes leaked salty brine that she tasted upon her lips as she once more sent out a silent plea to her higher self for guidance.  And then, in that moment came a voice.

“ You have to be Strong”, came the answer, “You have to be brave! . You need to call upon your Warrior Spirit, because no one other than you Humans can do the work set out before you”…..  The woman listened, holding her breath, as the inner light behind her closed eyes danced in purple spirals.

“ You signed up for this very moment”… the voice within continued.  “We cannot do it for you. Yes we can give guidance, we can point a way.. But YOU, and only you Humans can dismantle the time line you in essence have created”..  

 The Woman understood only too well, ALL that was in the world in this very moment, was the result of our creation. And it now no longer served us, it was broken. The systems in place no longer served the many, it was designed to serve but a few.

 But we had been so ingrained within its programme, it had taken a Pause, in our Sacred Isolation, to see just what pollution, what damage, we were doing to Gaia and ourselves. 

For the first time people craved open spaces, fresh air, and began noticing birdsong, blue clear skies no longer covered in a web of lines…

The Shift had begun, People became creative, using initiatives, overcoming problems, helping neighbours, finishing projects they had promised themselves for years, but their workloads had left them little time to do.  Here now was Time on their hands.  While others became angry, lashing out in fear.. 

The split showed the differences in poverty and how in places near and far the suffering of those without means got greater, and yet it seemed their governments aid, like always, seemed to neglect those in most need. The Split is showing how the few were wanting to control the masses. The Spilt is showing those who were instigating the divisions…  The Split is showing just whose hearts were in fear, and whose hearts were remaining in love and unity. 

Dahlia’s and Marigolds,Both different, Standing Side by Side.[ Dahlia is a member of the sunflower family (Asteraceae)] But both of One family, Like we are One family the Human Race.

Fear was bombarded over and over, in a world that was splitting in two as the broken system revved up it’s pharmaceutical machines in the background ready to pounce.  While chaos is what those deep controllers want to achieve. As they want to disrupt Unity Consciousness, and hit every Human’s heart as they separated them from family, with Fear of keeping each other safe.     

 We were programmed within a system of greed, control, fear and suffering.  And the controllers of the deep, knew that Gaia was about to rebirth along with humanity in its Consciousness. For now they waged war on every cell within our human consciousness as their grip of fear that in itself was turning back in on itself, causing a Split… 

The split was now showing up more and more, as questions, were posed, as people’s awareness opened up. You could see the divide as you walked down the street.   That something isn’t quite as it should be. Yet fear keeps them silent.

Sweetcorn standing to attention!

 And it sometimes needs a huge event to create the catalyst for the masses to awaken. It may still take more suffering, before those still asleep will begin to question.  We had moved so far from Nature’s purpose on planet Gaia.  We saw only competition, survival of the fittest. When in fact Nature from the macrobiotic Mycelium, the atoms within our cells cooperated and lived in balance with one another.  And it wasn’t until something disrupted that balance those very same cells become the enemy within. Let us not become enemies of each other.    

We Hold the Future within our Hands and Hearts.

Were we not the living organisms upon Gaia? …  Were we not once, aeons ago living in harmony, until Gaia herself was hijacked, plundered, raped, and trapped within this Matrix Construct that has evolved into what we see before us today, by those malevolent forces?

All of these thoughts tumbled through the Woman’s mind. 

“It’s now or Never, to take personal responsibility,”  the voice continued. “ You, along with others, have ALL the Knowledge within you. You cannot rely upon the outer realms. To do so would only create what happened in the past.. You would see them either as Gods or as Enemies. Beware of False Gods! Your Technology is far in advancement of what you are told”

The woman already knew this from other sources, she understood too many things she had never voiced before.

“This is Your Mission, Own it! Your future timeline is up to each of you and how you want to evolve, but remember also, the power of your intent works two-fold. That which you do not want, which you focus upon, also manifests into your reality timeline. Be very careful what you wish for”

She rolled over and sat up. Suddenly she knew…… She thanked her Higher-self-voice.  The fog within her mind clearing. Her tears, now dried.  It was now beyond the time of side-stepping what she knew to be right.. This was a full-on battle within the Consciousness of Humanity… And she no longer could keep silent… She no longer could Consent.. In fact, she didn’t Give her consent.  And would NOT consent to their agenda.

She only hoped others too would emerge out of their cocoons, no longer remaining silent.

The Truth, however painful for Humanity to see, needed exposing. Because so many were unaware of this underbelly of deceit and lies. And the horrors of how this evil game was played.  The Split which those same dark forces were encouragingly igniting. Would be the same self-destruct mechanisms that would implode back in on themselves to devour them in their own webs of deceit.   But first people had to be aware of those horrors… Which none of us want to accept as truth, to be real..  These wounds the woman had held within her own heart for too long..

The woman stood, opening her arms above her head, she pulled in the energy from above, pulling her hands down in the prayer position before her heart, giving thanks for all she had, for all she was, and all she was yet to become..  She gave thanks to Mother Gaia, to all the Nature Spirits, and Guardians of the Flora and Fauna, and for the first time in weeks, the woman hummed softly to herself the song she once sang within her own circle of light..  

All photos belong to Dreamwalker’s Garden:

Dream Time: New Earth~ Solstice~ Completed Painting Part Two.

Here we are in the Summer Solstice It is now time to let go of our shadows allow the layers, the skins we have held onto to shed… There will be those whose choices support the negative and those who are here to restore and heal the planet…  We need to work upon our heart centres, loving ourselves, nurturing ourselves, as we love and respect all others.  We need to let go of Anger, Division, and Fear!

For Aeons, the negative forces played their game, holding us trapped, as we remembered who we were and from where we came The more awake we became, the more treacherous  their games. Lives did not matter, for they worshipped another Queen, The Queen of AI who was busy sending out her tendrils into every home They were high jacking Gaia deeper and deeper within their vipers layer, trapping souls and fallen angels Sabotaging her energy grids, and destroying the Indigenous Knowledge and sacred sites of the Portals which were revered by many cultures who knew their origins came from the stars  So as the Vipers  raped and pillaged, News travelled across galaxies out into the solar system the Stars heard their sister Gaia’s call for help

Dark Energy Our Layers, skins…

 

And Star seeds heard her call even though amnesia from our own blue prints have high-jacked us from our mission life time after life time, We came… And NOW is the time on this Solstice weekend to amplify our thoughts as we Unify and send Unconditional Love into the hearts of ALL Darkness…  We have our Dream Magic…   And not allow their own Dark Magick win..  We each need to hold our hearts in Love, when we Unify our hearts as ONE… We will extinguish the power of the darkness to change our present time line to be one of beauty, peace and harmony…

Star seeds- bringing light

 BUT WE HAVE TO DREAM IT into Being This world holds our free will, and if we comply and allow those negative energies with no resistance, they take it as consent… And I do not give my consent to this Dark Agenda of Controlling dominance. So my paints brought life and glitter, love and joy into the New Earth..   I could see it, I saw the beauty the harmony, I saw Free Energy, Love, Laughter I Believed in a World where ALL helped each other, and the domination of control, and greed were no more…  My heart swelled as I closed my eyes in the dance of our Future time line…

Creating New Earth from within

 

So as my paint brushes swirled, I pulled out the beauty, the love, the positivity, as the star seeds and angels of love and light began to wrap their energy around Mother Earth Mother Earth, Gaia, began spinning faster, her shorelines became blurred, as she began to raise her own energy vibration and frequency Then within the shadows the Tall Greys, the AI, the darkness of all the dark forces suddenly showed themselves for who they were

Tall Greys -Representing. , Shadow State, AI, Malevolent Beings!

 

Their shadow selves suddenly appeared out of the woods, revealing themselves for who they were They were now desperate in their attempts to hold Gaia in their clutches and would throw every trick that had to suppress the now awakening masses But while I saw only a few were afraid I saw them flee Earth… I saw the snakes who had slithered beneath the stones, deep in Mother earth no longer have or hold their power I saw them slither and slink, and whither back into the Ether from whence we created them 

The trees reaching to heaven and their roots grounded deep in Mother Earth

The Trees were once again standing Tall, the roots of our origins now firm, spread out across the land… And each soul, which had before been trapped was now lifted within themselves… No vehicle came to transport them to their New World New Earth was inside of them… They had to create it within themselves… They had to perceive their world through the eyes of love, not lack… They had to unify instead of divide They had to hold Joy, not anger or jealousies, and they most of all had to hold LOVE as they completely let go of All Fear  

 

The Star seeds were unifying more strongly than ever Our TIME is NOW  We need at this Solstice to Send Gaia, our Love, We need to project our Prayers of Unity and Harmony, Peace and LOVE

The Last Act was to add a Herkimer Diamond to embed into the Heart of New Earth..

My Last act of love as I created the painting was to glue a Herkimer Diamond to the centre of our New Earth.. Among the glitter and Love I had poured into our New Earths Heart..  

This is the crux, We each need to send out that Unconditional Love into Gaia and all hearts, to create a positive Time line, instead of allowing the fragments of confusion, division,  hatred and separation to work for the Dark Agenda. Which if we are complicit create a time line of much more sorrow and suffering… We all now need to Choose!

We who have been busy gathering together more swirls of energy, in our day to day work, we who have connected with each other and with Gaia herself.

 New Earth- Finished Painting

My Painting, My Mission…. Created out of Love.. 💚🙏

This is Now our most Important Time to bring about Change…

As we Dream into being Our New Earth.. 

Let The Dream Begin!

Dream Time:~New Earth~ My Painting Part One..

So I sit,…. and I listen. Meditate, Paint Brush in hand. The rush of silence echoes in my ears like a rushing waterfall. My breath deepens as my lungs fill with air and I wait…  The water falls over the edge cascading down to crash into the depths below that then flow over huge boulders causing white water to splash, bubble and churn, before it finds its own level of peace and tranquillity as it then smoothly glides down river to become the mirrored lake. The reflection of Self.

 And so the world too will feel as if it too appears to crash over the edge, as people experience what their own ‘Dream-Time’ has been creating…. Which is their own experience of reality.   

The Dystopian world breaks into a Billion Fractals, like the particles of that waterfall each droplet once part of the whole… Down it falls. tossed and churned over boulders and stones, until it finds Peace and Tranquillity. Then once again it becomes Unified… It finds it’s balance.. The mirror reflects back all it was, all it will be, and all it ever Is, as Utopia is once again in focus….  All is Possible, When we Dream the Dream.. And so the cycle continues as the planets continue to turn..    

And my mind drifts back over time. For Time is who we are, we have no beginning, we have no end… Yet here we are within this moments experience. So, my mind took me back to the time I was a young child, always the Day dreamer. Always the silent one… Observing, somehow always knowing there was more beyond… Always sky watching, cloud watching, star gazing. …..Day Dreaming…..  Always escaping into the realms of imagination of play, or drifting into the world of make believe… I often saw what others couldn’t see… Yet I was never believed, because I was always the Dreamer.  We all imagine our Outer World from our Inner World.. 

 The Earth spins faster as our perception heightens, the storms brew, as our volatile thoughts rebound in circular tornadoes, of anger, hatred, jealousies.  The air we breathe gets sucked out, as the forest’s lungs are cut to the bone.  The rainfall flooding the planes, as our tears cry out as we drown in our sorrow of guilt and regret.  The layers of our Ancient ancestors of whom our blood is mixed throughout time of those various star visitors whose seeding we are part.

The Cycles of time spinning our globe in its ever-perpetual evolution.  The Garden of Life, it once was, which so many beyond the stars coveted, because of its richness, its diversity and interconnected wholeness.

 So many races wanted to seed this planet and fought over Gaia as they battled in heaven and on earth to become the masters, whose God like presence dominated and controlled. We hear much of the El and Elohim  yet do we really understand our beginnings and those Federations of Divine Councils who oversee this world and whose control is still amongst us. Do we really understand those ancient stories, of the Garden of Eden The Serpent of temptation and those lower energies holding Gaia in their grip. And so the painting is about to be born.. 

The Serpent

Part of my painting now sits before you, and yet it didn’t start out looking as it did… And it was still developing into something more deeper.  There were two circles surrounded by garlands of flowers. The Garden of Eden, I thought and as I painstakingly painted details of flowers that led out from the large empty sphere, a shiver ran through me, a memory, of long, long ago, when all was a garden… The Garden of Life…. Where Life was harmony where we danced laughed and gave thanks for the Earth, Air, Water and Fire… Where nymphs and fairies played in the dells and we spoke with our hearts,…… not in words, because we were all connected via the Spirit of Life itself…

Nature, Sprites and Angels

   The painting sat for several days looking pretty, I didn’t think to take a photo of it then… I thought to paint the whole Canvas black starting again, as the Universal galaxies spun before my eyes, and perhaps my own inner shadow cast itself over my being. Instead  waves of energy kept coming around and around like a spider’s web. So I painted circle after circle around the two spheres.. Adding glitter paint,  that would get painted over and over too.. ( My Husband even said how many layers are you going to paint, as you’ve painted over it again and again… I said  I will know when there are enough )    The energy came enveloping and devouring the earth.  The ley-lines of energy encircling the planet with its magnetism, portals, and underground systems.  

Energy Waves

  The garden had to go, instead it was covered with a web, a web of lines, as the energy was pulled in by a vast explosion of stars within my mind.. The waves of which rippled out into the cosmos for aeons to come… No longer were we dancing in unity.  A huge deluge of darkness swept into the planet which fed off the negative vibrations of suffering.  And these planetary players whose conquests had destroyed many other spheres of existence knew how to rape and pillage not only the minds of Humans, but they raped and pillaged Gaia herself of her precious minerals and gems including the invading negative black goo which had arrived thousands of years previously from destructive forces.

Another Pause as the painting sat for three days, as I kept looking deeper into its heart, as the New Earth was calling me, it needed more Glitter, it needed more Life..  It needed Truth..  It needed Love.. 

To Be Continued

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Searching Within Our Stories.

The Story Within: Image Source pixabay.com

The Woman closed her book resting her palm on the cover. She traced the words of its title with her fingers as she thought deeply upon all the words written within its pages.

She pondered upon all the books which had been written all over the world. She began to imagine how many words in all the languages around the whole world were held within their pages… Trillions no doubt..

She marvelled at how those words, first were thoughts, each one plucked from the ‘Ether’, ‘the Field’ of intelligence within the consciousness, from within the mind of their creators. Each a story formed in fact or fiction from imagination.

How expertly those authors weaved their stories into the minds of those who read them. Each touching you in ways which left imprints of their stories which could make you either laugh or cry, or form your beliefs as you delved into the archives of historical events.  So often the woman found herself caught up within those stories, she could hear the voices of those characters which were given a life of their own through the skill of the authors who had created them. As she too felt their pain and heartaches, their joys and happiness through words written on a page.

Looking at the closed book she thought upon the journey it had taken her through. But the woman also knew each had their own journey, their own story, not all were written in books, but each story was recorded none the less.

Every chapter of our lives held within the Cosmos, even those long forgotten. Each story telling a different version of ourselves via the different characters we inhabited, all fractals within the same book, held within the Cosmic Library,    imprinted within the conscious memory we held within ‘The Field’ that contains all things..

The woman stood to return the book from the bookshelves, she slotted it back into the space she had taken it from.. So many books!, So many Stories!, The victims and the hero’s, the emotional highs and lows… The thought of all of those stories in that moment overwhelmed her.. How many has she been part of?…. She needed air…

She walked outside, as a cool wind blew her hair from her face as she busied herself refilling the bird feeders with nuts and seeds.  She instantly felt refreshed.

Even the birds had their stories, she watched them now as she retuned inside how they were now squabbling as they jostled for their positions on the feeders.

What was it we all wanted from our Stories?…

Some humans were just like the birds, jostling for their positions, as they climbed their ladders of success, pecking at anything that threatened their territory or position. While others more timid watched and waited for an opportunity to arise, side-stepping the aggressive ones.

Humans were far more complicated than Birds, surely?

She wondered what would stand out most in her own story? One thing she did know, she now understood what words she needed to create which would be written within her own final chapters.

The woman wondered if others knew what they were busy creating within their stories?….

It all began with a thought after all..

Their own endings depended upon what they were concentrating upon.  She hoped they were visualising a Happy Ending!..

Perhaps she had already done too much thinking for today.

How could one ever begin to explain a Quantum World of Metaphysics when so many were squabbling over nuts.

She returned to her bookshelf and plucked out another book…

Another Story, for another Day…

Diving into The Realms of Infinite Possibilities

Dream~Love Song~ Link to Original Dream

The woman entered the silence once more, as she dived deeper into the realms of possibilities.  The pieces of the Jigsaw she had gathered from the past, now jumped into view to be re-jiggled before her eyes.

One by one they reassembled in front of her inner eye as she saw them laid out in front of her vision. One by one they slotted themselves together, each piece made more sense as they rearranged themselves before her, as they stretched out onto the horizon of her gaze.   

This time their colours were sharper, their edges cleaner and clearer, as she rebuilt the picture standing on the inside, the picture was reassembled from the outside in.

She sat within the space yet to be filled by the missing pieces,

and yet the void was filled with LOVE.

There were now only Seven more pieces missing. Instinctively she knew each piece that was missing also represented a year. Was that the years left for her? She was unsure, yet she knew they meant years into the future.  The Woman instinctively knew that when these final pieces were found and placed in position, that would signal the time foretold long ago of  the Total Re-birthing of  Gaia, and a reshaping of the Galaxy, as she saw the Stars fly in all directions. As Gaia transcended into her own higher vibration. 

Jigsaw Art.

 

 The picture was magnificent, almost completed.  A pang of memory flooded her mind, as she understood the urgency to complete the whole picture.  Time was no longer running in the linear. She took a deep breath… She smiled to herself… She had all the time she needed, for had she not completed all she had set out to do?…. Almost!

For years she had been gathering each piece, and now here she sat, crossed legged upon the ground as the pieces all flew into place, creating a Kaleidoscope of colour, each piece a different image.   

Time ticks as the earth watches wait.

She saw the hands on the clock within her vision, the Tick-Tock of Time ticking, speeding its pace, she understood why it was people sensed Time was speeding faster. There was hardly any more time left. We were already standing on the 11th hour of the clock.  And there was no time left to fix what was already destroyed. 

11:11

The only thing left is to fix is ourselves!

The woman’s journey had taken many life times to propel her into the one she now found herself living in.

Some of these lives she remembered, some she did not. But each one the essence of her higher-self had travelled with whomever she had elected to be. Whether it be Boy or Girl.  The bad guy or the good guy.

She saw the piece representing the boy she remembered, as he sat all day long weaving cloth of many colours in intricate patterns. Knowledge of which was passed down throughout the male generations father to son.  The loom would be worked back and forth with bare feet as the shuttle was passed through by hand.  The boy took his transition sitting as he normally did at the loom, as the building collapsed around him as the Earth shuddered.

She saw how we all weaved our different threads into the Matrix of the Universe, each thread separated, yet all the colours, all the various strengths, be is Silk, Cotton, Wool, ALL were woven together in the Blanket of Life. 

Another life was set among the slave ships, a life well-remembered, one which although traumatic in its memory, brought great healing forward into this life the woman now held.

Then there was the girl, the one with the young baby that cried no more. Such grief held as she walked from the wagon carrying the hand-made shawl into the blizzard, never to be found.

So many lives, so many lessons, each one propelling her into the Now.  The woman saw the pieces of her lives slotting together, knowing beyond knowing that this was her final Earth Incarnation.

This beautiful planet was destined long ago to evolve, transform and transcend to take its rightful place among the stars

Monday‎, ‎16‎ ‎October‎ ‎2017 11:54 am. above our home.

No longer would Earth be held as jailer to those held as prisoners.

The Truth would soon set them Free!

Gaia had repeatedly tried to warn the masses, but only those waking up began to heed her repeated warnings. Now something greater was about to unfold. Something everyone would have to take notice of. She paused in her centre, as she shuddered at the thought. But each soul had agreed to play their part. 

All was as it should Be… Nothing would alter the path already set.. The only path we could alter was our own, and alter our own ways of Being. She wondered how many would wake up to themselves?  A deep Sigh escaped her lips. But every action has a consequence.  And what had been put into motion Aeons ago, now had to be put into reverse..

All was written in the Stars, if one only dived deep enough!. 

The woman looked  at how she had originally discovered the pieces of her jigsaw, taking many years to collect, she had had to search for each one, picking them up, turning them over this way and that. So many pieces looked the same, until you delved deeper into each one.

A life time of gathering all the pieces of the puzzle. Trying to make sense of things she had at first dismissed as being fanciful. Yet the furthermore down the rabbit hole she travelled, more and more of the pieces backed each other up

The Truth is just waiting to be found if one turns over the right pieces to put them all together. She reached out picking over some of the pieces that had led her to gather many more.  Gaia herself had provided many clues, as had the stars and the Ancients teachers from Africa, to the Prophecies of the Hopi’s, echoed by Edgar Cayce,Nostradamus, Dragons and Red Dwarfs, Pyramids  and Hieroglyphs along with oh so many more.. 

Then as she got to the centre of her puzzle she saw how bright some of the pieces were as their names jumped up to greet her..

Discovering Self

Awareness

Mindfulness,

Forgiveness,

Service to Others

Empathy

Acceptance

Worthiness

Self-Love

The woman understood oh so much more than she once did. But how could she ever explain a Seven Billion Plus Jigsaw of which she was but one piece and yet part of the Whole.. 

She knew she never could.

Each now had to search and find their own Missing Pieces and learn how to slot them all together.

Coming to their own centres of understanding. No longer did we need to look outside, for all answers were to be found inside. If one dared to Dive deeper into the realms of Infinite Possibilities.

A Soul is a Soul no matter what gender no matter what race, no matter what religion.

She picked up the one marked Creation!

Who knows whatRevelationscould be discovered if one found all the pieces.

 

A muse of thoughts, from sitting in the Silence~

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Many thanks for reading and remember

Keep making the most of  your Now Moments!

Love and Blessings

❤ Sue ❤

 

 

Worlds Within Worlds

The Woman watched the ant struggling as her fork disturbed the soil where she had been clearing weeds.

The unseen world that lived beneath the earth which was oblivious to the human world suddenly awoke, as it was exposed to the Light.

Soon more ants sensing their world was under threat came rushing to the surface ready to defend it. Each ant courageously taking up their positions as they tasted the air. Each one ready to do battle with what must have felt like an earthquake as their whole world was turned upside down.

They swarmed to the surface, a mass of black, running around in what appeared to be confusion. Yet the woman knew they were far from confused and were rapidly assessing the damage and working out how to defend and repair their world. 

The woman squatted down, leaning on her fork as she sat back on her heels, she looked more closely at the mass of ants. She took off her gardening glove to wipe her hand across her brow as the heat of the Sun rose in the morning sky.

As she did, she noticed that an ant must have run up the fork handle and was already on her wrist. She made an involuntary movement with her other hand as she went to brush the ant off her hand, and in a split second the ant was no more. She said a silent sorry to the insect kingdom as she had unintentionally killed the lone soldier ant with her automatic reflex. 

 She sighed as she stood up, levering her weight onto the fork to help her stand. She stretched and arched her aching back and was aware of her shadow across the freshly dug earth.

She walked back to the garden shed, dragging out a wooden chair she placed it in the shade as she opened up her bottle of water, she drank thirstily thinking of the ant. How courageous he was running to defend ready to sacrifice for the good of the whole. And now his bravery was no more. Gone with the brush of a hand.

The Blackbird who had been keeping her company for days as she had dug the earth landed by the ants. Seeing his opportunity, he gathered more food for his chicks.  She had thrown him the odd worm over the days and the woman had seen his expert eye pick out the wire worms that she could hardly see.  He would fly off with beak full to return near the woman’s feet to see what else the woman had dug up and so the two worked in silent unity, respecting each other’s territory. The woman marvelled at the unspoken trust the blackbird showed her as he hopped so near her folk and hoe.   

Sitting watching the Blackbird gather in this new prize, the woman thought how her actions of turning the earth had set in motion a series of events.  She had a pang of regret. Then stopped herself, was not the black birds chicks now benefiting?

Life and Death went side by side.

Worlds within Worlds kept going around her head.

Were we not like ants? Building our communities and cities. Making our homes, rearing our young, each doing what it takes to survive. Were we not rushing about looking confused? In our chaotic world, as we rushed to work, and drove our cars along the routes we made.

We were all going about our daily lives, thinking ourselves safe, until something bigger than ourselves over which we have no control comes along to cause havoc and upheaval. She thought of the recent volcanic eruptions and thought how small we were compared to natures might.

She stood to begin weeding on another patch, giving the ants time to settle.

All of us are part of Natures Natural World we are no different than Ants.  And in the scheme of the Universe we were minuscule tiny atoms of carbon, floating about like molecules in the space-stream of the Cosmos.  A Sobering thought, as the woman knelt down, pulling up a stubborn weed. She shook the soil from its roots. Taking off her glove, she ran her hand within the soil, thinking we all return to dust, and pondered upon the miracle of life.

We were all made up of the same Elements of carbon and various minerals that were found in the Earth and Stars!.  She looked skyward, shielding her eyes from the Sun, and smiled, yes..

we are All One.

The woman wondered if the human population would be as resilient if their world were turned upside down like the ants..  

She tried to put that thought from her mind as she stretched her legs as she turned her attention to the job in hand.  

Worlds within Worlds, she thought.

Sowing and Reaping,

Harvesting what we Sow

Yes,  Worlds within Worlds

Wheels within Wheels Forever Turning!

The Woman started on her next patch, the Blackbird sang his Song, the woman smiled some more.

All is well in my world as she said her favourite mantra silently to herself,

 we were all of us heading in the same direction….

 Home!..

Note:- Thoughts that came while digging in our allotment.  For those of you who are interested in gardening, More Photos of the Allotment Plot and its progress can be found HERE

Love and Blessings

The Key

The Door to Happiness is unlocked only by yourself

 

And so the Sun shines catching the morning dew and the vapour rises in the early morning heat.

The World is quiet except for the beat of a heart that echoes the emptiness of a void trapped so long within the room. 

She takes hold of the Key, holds it within her hand, she

feels the weight of it, and turning it within her fingers, over and over it turns.

 

She places it within the lock. Her heart now beats loudly in her ears, drumming

the rhythm of Life.

Again she feels the stirrings within as the butterfly flutters

making her close her eyes as she lets the sensation sweep through her.

 

Loudly her heart pounds beneath her breasts.

The Key is turned and the door to

her emotions finally opens.

The Door is heavy, but she pulls it back and stands on the

threshold, venturing out into a land where all things are possible.

 

She takes her first step through the opening feeling the radiance of the Light shine upon

her face. Her eyes close for a second in silent prayer, one of thankfulness,

that Fate once more had taken charge.

 

She takes the step, and feels the grass beneath her bare feet. Knowing that she holds within her hand a precious gift.

A gift given by one who also holds within their hands a duplicate Key.

Together they join in anticipation in unlocking the mysteries of life.

 As she takes hold of her heart!. 

I’m BACK

 

© Sue Dreamwalker 2013- 2017

The Elder~ The Circular Path ~Final Chapter.

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 Today chores were completed, family drew close and the world continued to spin in its ever seemingly frustrating circles of divisions.  It was time to return to the Peace of her Elder Tree.

Today the Signs had all been about the number 4 as it jumped out at her at every chance it could. She thought upon how often we used this number. The four points of the compass, Four Elements. Four Cornerstones and more.

The four corners of the world were often spoken of, yet Mother Earth was round, a perfect circle as was the Moon and Sun to our eyes.

The woman smiled at how Mankind built his home in squares and angles, ridged blocks and sharp corners. And an image of the pyramids came to mind.  She thought about his personality traits, not easily bending in the wind or flowing in the stream of life. He always appeared to be fighting it, wanting to shape nature to his design rather than living in co-operations with it.

Nature rarely followed a straight line for long. The Ivy she now painted wound its way around the bird’s nest. Birds knew the strength of the circle. The woman leaned back stretching as she turned over the record which had stopped playing on the turntable.  Another circle as each thought went around and around in her head.

The Elder was taking shape now as she mixed some blues and reds in her dish for the berries. The Elder was silent again as she absorbed herself in her task of adding the Elderberries in their bunches to where she felt they needed to be. As her paintbrushes worked she followed her heart,  her vision saw another world unfolding inside her mind as she settled deeper within the Elder’s Magic.

The Heart of the Elder.

The Heart of the Elder.

Her mind flew back to her childhood to the happy times of her memory when she climbed trees and jumped brooks with her younger brother. Carefree days of long Summer Sun helping farmers harvest hay. She thought how she had gathered the Elderberries for her Aunt who would use their flowers in Spring to make sparkling wine, and make syrup and jams and delicious cordials from the Autumn berries. She loved being outdoors, it took her away from the fear of arguments and the responsibilities of watching over her four younger siblings.

She thought fondly of her Dad and the special times of walking the Dales and collecting the green Hazelnut cobs in the early months of September. Eating half before they got home with the nutcrackers tucked in his pocket to save their teeth. He’d always a sharp penknife and would often cut the Hazel rods to make walking sticks. It was the one thing she had wanted when he had passed, for he had made a special one with a ram horn on the top for a handle he used for walking.  He had found the weathered skull upon one of his many lonely hill top walks much later in life.

Around and around her thoughts went as each brush stroke filled in more leaves at the tip of the branches. Her mind thought of the overhanging branch of the large Beech tree in their childhood garden and how in winter storms her Dad had made them all sleep down stairs for fear of the big tree toppling over.

At the thought of the Beech tree she remembered the scars inflicted into its bark as her brother had calved his initials into its trunk. And how with a pellet gun he had aimed at it piercing it over and over in target practice.

Years later as an adult those same scars were still there to be seen. They were not as sharp to the eye, one had to lift their head higher to see them. But they were still visible to those who knew where to look.

But the scars had not prevented the Tree from growing. They were now part of the tree who had grown from the inside outwards.

The woman thought of all the layers which had gone into her own growth. She had no visible outward scars on her skin. Hers had been hidden within the circles of her own memories.

The Tribal  Universe is a circle of learning, everything is related, the woman had long since understood this knowledge.  Standing back from her painting, she saw how the snake had wound its way around the Elder and up into the branches. Each branch a different path. A road taken, each a journey of discovering who we are.

Branches of Life

Branches of Life

 

We are each climbing our tree, stepping onto our various branches, hauling ourselves higher as we aim to reach the top. Some are sure footed, climbing easily, while others can slip back losing their footing falling on hard ground and they struggle to pick themselves back up to climb again.   Some do not even have the courage to climb the tree for fearing they will fall.. Fear holding many back from exploring and testing one’s self to higher goals.

We are all upon the same Tree each holding onto our our particular pathway. Like leaves we may feel separate swaying in the breeze, yet each one is part of the cycle and each one is helping nourish the whole. 

 Everything has a time, an evolutionary path through their cycles. Like the Tree it had to shut down, pull back and have its periods of rest as well as growth. Throughout History the woman saw how Mankind had also gone through such cycles. 

She thought upon the events in the world. How one thing affects another, each a piece within the whole. She put her brush down and stood up arching her aching back as she stepped back to see the whole of her painting.

Elder Tree Complete

Elder Tree Complete

When we stand back, we see the Earth is alive right from its centre, the womb with its red blood, hot liquid gushing through her arteries. Her veins of waterways merging into her vast oceans tides ebbing and flowing with the Moons Wax and Wane.  While the hairs upon her outer skin are the billions of trees which hold her foundations together. Supporting both Great and Small, from Elephants to Insects, Whales to birds..

A Natural democracy prevails, all things having the right to exist, all things being equal.  She thought back through her memories, her history. We all of us have our place in history, each of us shaping it, calving out our places within it. Even if we may not realise the scars we inflict or leave behind us.  She saw how the circle of life repeats, and she knew deep down that we were reaping the consequences of neglect and greed. What seeds we had sown had to be reaped. What goes around comes around she thought. 

The Elder had known no words were needed today, for all the work being done had to come from one’s own BE-ing. As one explored their own journey which took them deep into their roots, taking them both High and Low along the branches of memory. One had to go within themselves to expand and grow.

She sighed, as she finished what she had started, she also knew that no one, and nothing was ever lost as she gave thanks to the Elder, for all that it had given.  For she knew she was just one among many who were travelling back home.

 For All roads lead us home, and we were all part of the same Tree of Life.

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The water-colour painting complete size is 10×07 inches 254 x 178mm on 100% cotton.

 © Sue Dreamwalker 2017.

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