The Bluebell Wood~ Poem and Story

Once upon a time within a wood

Unfolding her wings a Fairy Girl stood

She flew and she sang with the hum of the Bee

Sprinkling her dust to create a blue sea

Each flower she tended with love and with care

Sharing their nectar she lived happily there

The blackbird he sang his delight in his Song

The wood their home it was where both belonged

She’d fly high and low touching each bell

And each one would open under her spell

Soon there were thousands, they stretched out for miles

Each one touched by the Fairy with smiles.

Now one day a woman alone and forlorn

Walked in the wood all weary and worn

She’d strayed from the path so deep was her thought

Blinded by tears of life’s worries she was caught

She rested her back by the trunk of a tree

Closing her eyes, that woman was me

She came to the wood to speak to a tree

The ‘Old One’ would listen, Silence being the key

His branches would creak, his bark would feel warm

The ‘Old One’ poured love, and the woman felt calm

The Fairy would sit up high in his branch

Watching the exchange and the woman’s downward glance.

She’d fly by her shoulder and tickle her hair

With each breath the woman discarded her cares

She stood up, breathed deep, hugging her tree

Her thoughts now clear, her mind filled with glee

She turned giving thanks and blinked in surprise

Gasping out loud as the sight met her eyes

Her smile now broad, her heart full of love

The Woman discovers the Bluebell Wood..

And so she returns at May time each year

Feeding the birds, she no longer sheds tears

The Fairies still fly and dance in the tree

And once in a while they visit with me

The moral of this tale is to open your heart

Let Nature heal you, you are one from the start

Discover your breath and talk to the trees

Seek out the Silence; your mind holds the keys

So let go of sorrow, worry and strive

Let Nature in for she’s part of your life

And if you should wander and stray off track

Remember that LOVE will lead you straight back..

© Sue Dreamwalker 2014 All rights reserved.

Have a Wonderful Weekend All of You.. I thought to re-share this story poem, as the bluebells are out in England, and I shall be walking the woods..

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Enjoy May Blossoms and each other

  Happy  Beltane  and Here’s to New Beginnings!

Thank you for reading

~Sue~

Photo Credit.. Fairy : https://www.flickr.com/photos/21886313@N00/5658082599/in/photostream/

 

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

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dream Time….

 Dear WordPress  Family…. I am sharing this with you so that those who wish to listen to the live broadcast may do so, I have no doubts you will find what Mac Macartney has to say very  interesting…  I am sharing the email reminder I had today.   While I am not on FB, I do watch on YouTube.. So those who are on FB might want to pass it around.. 

I will share more of my own Dream-time with you in my next post… which I am working upon, in which I will be sharing my painting and explaining my thoughts while painting it.. Have a wonderful rest of your  Sunday, and a beautiful peaceful New Week…  Love Sue  🙏💖

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Happy Sunday Sue! Mac Macartney ‘Dreaming Ourselves Awake’ Live Simulcast – Mon 15 June at 8pm UK BSTPT 12pm | EST 3pm | BST 8pm | CST 9pm | AEST 5am Click to set a reminder on >> Facebook or >> YouTube

Dreaming Ourselves Awake, live simulcast with Mac Macartney – Monday June 15 at 8pm UK BST Mac Macartney is truly one of our wise British Elders. Founder of Embercombe Community in Devon, England he is a Public Speaker and Author of The Children’s Fire, silver winner of The Nautilus Book Awards. Last year we interviewed Mac, and we talked about the Holy Isle of Mona, on the west coast of Great Britain, which was home to a Temple School of the Spiritual Druidic traditions during the late Iron Age. Pilgrims would travel hundreds of miles to come and study with the masters and this place was revered by the Druids in the same way that Tibet is revered by the Buddhists of today. It attracted astrologers, priest scientists, scholars, healers, warriors and of course, dreamers. Selected dreamers and warriors from all tribes were sent for training to this sacred isle, under the tuition of the foremost dreamers in a tradition that goes back hundreds if not thousands of years. The dreamer’s training lasted over a decade. However, the Druids were almost completely wiped out by the Romans in Boudica’s final battle. So it is into this world that we are going to plunge ourselves on Monday evening, to imagine and even to remember this time in our history. These are our roots. They are not lost to us… only forgotten. So this is a deep dive into exploring what it means to be a dreamer in the modern context, and how we can use our imaginations in a powerful way to call in and to manifest the world we want to live in and to dream into being. I have been fascinated by the art of dreaming for as long as I can remember, so I am uber excited to see where this conversation takes us all. Links: https://macmacartney.com/ https://www.facebook.com/macmacartney1/ https://www.linkedin.com/in/macmacartney/ To read full details and to set your reminder visit: Facebook: Click Here YouTube: Click Here

A Child’s Imagination is Precious~ Our Granddaughters Poem.

Most of us who are parents or grandparents think our children are just the best..  Because they are in our eyes. Not all children are so lucky.

I want to share with you  a poem written by our now Eight year old granddaughter who wrote this poem in two sessions as we took her to school and back again. She composed this on the journey to and from school in the back of our car as we travelled.

I thought it so good when she read it out to us when we got back home, I said it would be a great poem to take to school on her show and tell day when they take things to school and speak about them.

As it was scribbled hurriedly in its  composition on the note paper you see below, I asked her if she wanted to re-write it on some better paper and in her neater handwriting.. This she did, and she took that copy to school.

Our Granddaughters Poem first draft she scribbled down above. Then aged 7

Her teacher enjoyed it so much as did the head master, that they asked her to read it in their Assembly on their last day of half term, before Halloween. 

So she read it out to the whole school and said ‘Grandma, I used the microphone, but I rushed saying it, as I wanted to get it over with quickly’.

 

So here is our Granddaughters Poem.. She entitled it

MY FRIEND.

Who’s that I hear you say?

 It’s my imaginary friend

It’s Benge.

He comes when no one is around

When he comes he doesn’t make a sound

When he comes he talks to me

To keep me company.

I like company so does he, when I enter his reality.

We enter worlds of make believe

Of Dragons dens made out of leaves.

We play up high and flap our wings

We soar and roar and all those things.

We swoop on down and land on the ground

Up we rise, up up tall,

We’re standing on the castle wall.

Giants come we grab our weapons

To defend the castle.

Our Castle comes with a bridge door

But in our castle there is something more

What could it be?

Let’s explore

But first look inside the bridge door

We find ourselves on the bedroom floor

And my invisible friend has vanished once more.

By our Granddaughter Aged 7 at writing.

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Imagination is something we should all encourage, it is something to be nurtured.

After all Children grow into Adults..

And I am still Imagining a Brighter Peaceful New World.. 

Together Lets DREAM  And Create the WORLD we want our Children’s Children to Grow in Love within.

Have a Blessed Week.  

I am Home..

Three Sisters -Beinn Fhada, Gearr Aonach, and Aonach Dubh

Sitting in the silence I listen to the echoes of repeated words that bring forth their visions. Which play out the scenes, in the space of the shadows of my eyes.

 

The Kelpies Scotland The history of how they were built and why can be found HERE

 

They are only given form as my intent brings them to life, as they dance to the tune of my mind.

Each thought rushing, colliding, sending chills tingling down my spine. 

Only I give them life. Only I can make them laugh or cry.

The echoes of silence held the drum-beat of my heart as I change the pattern of my thoughts, calming the chaos I’ve created.

Commando Memorial

I listen to its rhythm pounding my ears. I breathe deeper, slowing its pace.

I hear a sound, I feel its vibration.  My voice is its creator, as I chant Omm

The shadows fall away and  a pin-prick of light I see clearly opening wider behind my closed eye lids.

I find myself transported, as I fly through the tunnel at the speed of Light

I am Lighter, no longer of this Material plane, as I step out into a New Earth.

Colours fill my vision like nothing seen or can be described.

Her shimmering waters fill my senses in a musical symphony of tiny bells as each dew-drop holds a note within the frequencies of her vast oceans.

Loch Ness

Mountains of grandeur flank vast lakes. Above me I hear the call of the Eagle, beckoning me to follow her flight path.

I ascend effortlessly in her wake, I glide by her side as she shows me her domains. We turn and soar, dip and dive, swooping close to the water we both touch it, she with wing tip, I with my hand.

Loch Ness

We become One and the same, I am home, One with the Earth, One with the Universe. For inside my BEing I am all and yet I am nothing, I am the BEginning with no end.

For I am Infinity and BEyond

At one within the ocean of consciousness

And the Love I hold explodes from within, like a Galaxy of stars from which I was born.

Now within this moment, I experience a New Birth of what awaits. Where When we let go of old paradigms and let go of fear which has held us trapped within the cycles of time.

So, close your eyes with me

Enter that silent space

And create a New Dream

As we allow it to show us the way Home

© Sue Dreamwalker

Written Between dream time on the 27^th May 2017..

Included are some of the photo’s from our Holiday in Scotland..

Love and Blessings.. 

When you focus on your Dreams~Anything is Possible.

How can I put into words just how you’ve made me feel?

That you brought into prospective my life and all that’s real

You’ve shown me with your courage, your stamina and true grit

With a will as strong as iron that you are not prepared to quit

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Despite the odds against you and the challenges you’ve faced

When you focus on your dreams, we each can win our race

We who cheer you on, see only the final score

We see not the tears and pain your story held before

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You’ve trained so hard, achieved so much, obstacles you’ve overcome

Each of you are winners even if medals were not won

I’m humbled by your wit, your charisma and your charm

You’ve shown me and abled bodied, just how disabled it is WE are.

 ~Sue~

 The above poem I wrote last evening after watching the closing ceremony Each evening over the last couple of weeks, I have been inspired and humbled at how these wonderful Paralympians have faced their disabilities and turned them into amazing achievements.

It has been my utmost privilege to cheer them on from the comfort of my armchair to see how their attitude of mind, determination and courage to overcome what to many of us would seem the end of our world.

Yet despite all they have been through, they have put themselves through gruelling regimes of training schedules for the past few years to enable themselves to be picked to compete for their various countries.

Thank you for your inspiration, I am truly proud of each and every one of you who took part and all of those who behind the scenes made it possible..

 

But most of all..

For You who said YES I CAN and who made your Dreams come true.

Congratulations to ALL who took part around the World.

And Well Done Team GB.

 

 

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

 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