Healing Ourselves, is Healing Our World.

 

Thank you friends, for your wonderful responses to my last post about What Energies we are Transmitting. It sparked off many conversations and revealed how many of us are feeling these vibrations right now. Which led to Leigh over at https://bluegrassnotes.wordpress.com to reblog my post.. Thank you Leigh.. 

While browsing posts Leigh had recently posted, I came across a video upon her post entitled  Hold the Loving Space   The video, as the lady clearly says may sound Woo Woo, but she echos my own thoughts and I know those of us who think along these same Woo woo waves, will readily agree, that what she says is possible.  That we turn around the negativity, and things are not as bad as they may seem.

Many who are ‘Light-workers’ are joining in unity and opening up themselves again to release negativity  as we open up our hearts to loving and nurturing ourselves, as we are  working in communications of sharing  thoughts  via their various arts.

We do that by going within, by opening up our hearts, by clearing out the yuck of our lives which we carry with us. Many are clearing out past trauma’s right now and are opening up old wounds to release them, letting them go and healing themselves in the process by forgiving others and learning to love and forgive themselves.

We help the world by healing and nurturing  ourselves, by Caring and Kindness and treating others as we would wish to be treated. 

I do hope you watch the video in full, for in simple terms our Vibrations and Transmissions in what we give out will affect CHANGE..

Its up to us which vibration we embrace, is it LOVE or is it FEAR?

Is it any wonder that we are within the year of the Rooster.

 Are we Listening to its WAKE UP CALL?

Wishing you all a Very Happy Weekend..

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.

The Elder~ Renewal and Regeneration Part 2

 Part One can be found Here

Wisdom comes in all shapes

Wisdom comes in all shapes

The woman stood up from her half-finished painting  and saw woven between the roots more shapes of animals. She would explore these in more detail when she painted them in later. But for now, she concentrated upon the trunk of the Elder, and the huge hollow, a Void within its belly.

 Her pencil had spiraled out around and around when she was drawing it and she was reminded of the first spirals and the Nautilus shell. She thought of the Golden Ratio  as her mind then flew  to Leonardo Da Vinci.  Argh, how easily our thoughts flit from one thing to another she thought as she picked up her brush and started to allow it free rein as she decided to fill in the hollow.

Heartbeat

Heartbeat

 

Her thoughts flew the Tree and how like a giant Mother its limbs were outstretched in all directions as if embracing all the elements. It reached up to the sky, and all four corners of the compass, as well and reaching down. And she thought of the wonderful Oaks she visited along her walks.. ‘How mighty Oaks grow from little acorns’ crossed her mind. ‘Yes, she thought, great things often come from small beginnings’

Her thoughts took her to the acorn and the seeds. ‘Which came first? as she thought of the chicken and the egg’.. The hollow looked egg-shaped, as her pencil kept working.  She brought herself back to what she was creating and the shape of a Human fetus almost fully formed had been created within the womb of the Elder.

“It is Good to begin today with the creating of New Life” said the Elder. “For today we speak of Renewal and Regeneration. This time period you are now in like any other time period upon your planet has always been about Change.

The Standing Ones know all about Renewal. Have not their roots stood fast while all around them Change is constant?”

The woman thought on the wonderful Oaks she loved so much which were hundreds of years old and thought on what changes these Standing Ones had witnessed.

The Elder picking up the tread of the woman’s thoughts  continued. “Throughout your centuries, we the Tree Tribes are Life Givers. Yet you humans have taken and not thought of giving back. Do we not give you the very Air You Breathe? Have we not supplied you with your Timber to build your homes, for shelter and for warmth?

Were not your Empires conquered and continents discovered by the giving of our lives, as you cut Thousands of our Oak Tribe to build ships and to build your cities? Without our giving, you would not have had your carts and tools or great sailing vessels to fish and travel to prosper and trade”.

The woman looked down at the paintbrush, its handle made of wood now in her hand as she mixed the watercolour to paint in the fetus which was developing at a faster rate than she had realised as her mind came back to her painting.

“You would not have had Paper upon which to write, books to read by which you educate yourselves.” continued the Elder. “Let us not forget what else the Tree Tribes have given you humans”

Art-books

Art-books

The voice of the Elder faded as the Woman looked about her small room she used for painting. She looked at the many books upon the shelves, the wall paper upon the walls, the printer loaded with paper and her oak desk full of her art papers, card and tissue.  She paused, and looked to what she was creating as she painted the fetus, she was one with the Elder.

Tick-tock of life

Tick-tock of life

The woman was cast in that moment back throughout time, she saw the first carts, the galleon ships and the weaving looms. She saw the carpenters and their craftsmanship her attention was caught as  she looked at the old grandfather clock that had long-lost its tick  which stood in the corner of her study. ALL gifts of Giving from the Standing Ones and the Tree Tribes.

The sound of the Elder’s teachings came back into her mind as the Elder continued. “We have also given you Medicines, and Nutrition, Rubber from our bark, Cork for your wine bottles, Berries, Nuts. We are the Givers of Life!

Our Tree Tribes know all about Renewal and Regeneration For hundreds and Millions of your years we have thrived unhindered.  We not only have provided humans with shelter, but we provide millions of other species with food and shelter from those who creep, crawl, climb, slither and fly.

We teach about the importance of renewal as we shed our leaves, drop our seeds, and spread our pollen. We teach about Stillness, and Contentment, and letting go of attachments. We also teach how to be steadfast and ground yourself as our roots hold firm within our Earth Mothers soil. We bind her together for when we are removed her foundations are washed away by the rain.

You Humans are now washing away the very foundations beneath your feet and yet you do not see how each time you hurt another or scar our Mother, you are also wounding yourselves”

The woman dipped her brush into the crimson paint as the Elder stopped speaking. She looked down seeing the Fetus now finished, she added the paint to the opening blossom of a flower that had appeared from the Ivy bound around the trunk of the tree. She was puzzled. The flower did not belong she thought to the ivy. Her mind then thought of the Lotus Blossom.. How strange to paint a flower here within the womb. Yet as her mind explored more she thought why not. For did not the Lotus represent Rebirth also

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Life Givers~  Partial Painting Magnified

Her mind thought of the placenta and the blood that flowed from Mother to unborn child. She thought of the birthing of her own children and the spirit from which we all came.

The Elder picked up again on her thoughts. “ Yes, each tree also has a spirit, a Dryad of Energy which radiates outwards. We have our Seasons too. Times of darkness and rest through the winter storms, but we never stop growing as we grow from the centre of our Being adding rings to our Earth years.”

The Woman looked down at her own ring upon her hand and skin, like the bark of the trees as they grew older they were looking worn and showing signs of ageing.  Yet she also knew her skin regenerated every day.. She looked now at what she had started to paint the scales of several snakes around the tree trunk. She thought of the dead and dying cells of her skin, and all the dead and dying trees upon the earth.. Each connecting like a huge skin around Mother Gaia .

The time for renewal was also a time for shedding and letting go. She saw how Mother Earth was also speaking to us and yet we were not listening. Renewal and Regenerating meant all things changed.. They had changed in the past, thousands of years before and the planet was changing now and the Humans were also changing with her. For we were One.

The woman put down her paintbrush as she studied the snakes she had created upon the Elder Tree. She thought of the prophecies of the Black snake across our Mothers land. And she saw again the Standing Ones strength had held stronger when linking together holding the fabric of the Earth together with their roots. Were we going to have to go back to our roots she thought? Like the Tree Tribes she saw much suffering through great changes.

 It was now  time for many skins to join together as One!.  

 © Sue Dreamwalker 2017

To be continued.

Searching For Ourselves.. In the Silence of Self.

How many times do we search deep for ourselves

Through poetry and art, we often dig and delve

Into the depths of emotions, we explore and extract

Those personalities to enhance and the ones that we lack

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We can gaze into the mirror, reflecting back our age

As we capture in our mind, our youthful looking days

Never did I think as those childish eyes once shone

That age is but an illusion, for inside still I am One.  

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My exterior shell maybe broken, cracked and somewhat worn

But the knowledge deep within, has always been from being born

For I am more than I, in the moment of this time

I am but One of many, whose memory of life shared mine.

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I cannot begin to explain, and until you ‘know’ you’ll never understand

That many times I have journeyed back to experience this land

We are the past and future, we are the victors and the foe

The layers we are gradually removing as we each are letting go.

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This rise has not been easy, and its climb is not yet done

As we weave our separate webs, each of us have cleverly spun.

The threads connect us all, affecting One and ALL

So, inward I will do my working to complete our memory recall.

© Sue Dreamwalker 2017 

Have you remembered yet? Who you are? And why you came? And why we are here?

I hope you have five minutes to spare to watch the amazing creation and the many faces Akiane saw before this final portrait was left as the finished painting.. And view it in full screen.

Please listen to what she is Saying

Have a wonderful Week.. As I leave my poetry for thought.

~Sue~

To My WordPress Family

Being emphatic often means at times I allow myself to get overwhelmed in energies which aren’t my own. I should have learnt this lesson by now.

But the energies ‘Out there’ which each of us are creating ‘In here’ are given power through our fearful thoughts, doubts and uncertainties, which manifest within the material world of matter.

I am only Human, on my own Human experience as are you.

I have sat within a haze of emotions these past few days as certain frequencies have hit me over several weeks affecting my energy. The last being a family bereavement two days ago, which acted as the catalyst for my need to refocus.

So, I am sitting out for short time in silence here on WordPress.

I know you will understand my need to go within my silent space for a time.  You who visit me here regularly and who constantly bring your love and feedback here are classed as my wonderful WordPress family. And I so thank each and every one of you for the vibration of love you bring, I so feel your wonderful energy that you all bring to this Sanctuary, and I am so grateful for your presence.

I Know many of you are also going through your own particular hurdles as you step through your own Major Shifts along your own journeys. Each of us is removing blockages and layers in preparation for lightening our loads as me move up through these energetic layers which are often leaving us confused and out of focus.  But as we shed each painful layer we become lighter in BE-ing and when we hold the frequencies of Love we are all of us helping promote more in the world to wake up to this energy.  

So now is the time to go within and focus on our hearts and not let our heads lead us astray.  As the world appears to echo our confusion, remember it reflects back that which we put into it back at us.  So I looked in the mirror at my own reflection and it’s time to withdraw for a time and concentrate upon Peace and Beauty ..

So, follow your instincts. They are put there for a reason.

I know I will miss visiting your own beautiful posts for a while, but I feel this urge to disconnect and turn off my modem for a while as I revitalise my own energy. We must remember Each of us are magnificent BEings, and we each agreed to come here to help see these changes through our Earthly Existence.

By Unifying our energies through PEACE, Love and Harmony, by sending via our thoughts through meditation and prayer we each of us are making huge strides in bringing Light to the world.. Which is why I choose the path I do…

I wish you All a Peaceful and Wonderful Christmas with you and your family, I know those who are my friends will still be here when I feel it right to return in a few weeks.. I hope you will exercise patience if I take a while in replying to any comments.. 

I want to leave you with a poem I wrote last evening as I tried to convey my thoughts

I dedicate it to you All

Sending you All my Love and Blessings

~Sue~

Angel-Reflection_thumb.jpgSometimes when the world gets too loud

I retreat within my inner cloud

To float back within creative juices

Allowing all to BE, to see what PEACE influences

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To let go of worry of near and far

Just concentrate on NOW and where you are

Holding onto LOVE, by being aware

Observing ALL, Stepping back, with Care

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We’re all moving, shifting up a gear

As we awake to truth as we end another year

We do this through open hearts and minds

ALL will realise this—within their own time

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So, do not condemn, judge or hate

For all experiences are what ‘WE’ create

This Story is being written by me and You

Remembering who WE are in All we do.

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We are all evolving as energetic BEings

As we shed particles of denseness, WE begin SEEing

Nothing is as it was before

When we communicate to our Higher-Self Law

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All ‘Out there’ is of our own transmitting

Which is why going within Now needs committing

Together ‘WE’ create our own reality

Let PEACE And LOVE be our Number One Priority.

  © Sue Dreamwalker

Open your Hearts to the Gold Within ~ Love

Gateway at Chatsworth House

Gateway at Chatsworth House in Derbyshire. A place recently re-visited.

Gateways, Tunnels, Spirals and Time

Leading us forward, beyond as we climb

Evolving, progressing, Following the Light

Life to experience was never meant a fight

Density of matter holding us down

No longer flying our feet touch the ground

Separate and lost, minds disengaged

With ego and greed, possessive with rage

Direction diverted, mutated and changed

Only a tenth of us working, DNA rearranged

Controlled and herded lost like the sheep

It’s time to awaken and come out of our sleep

Remember the Game- The Plan that we set

The Elders now gather, releasing knowledge they kept.

Crystals in Caverns , it’s all held in the sound

It’s time to look skyward and lift from the ground

Listen within to the Om’s of your heart

Now is the dawning, A new future to start

Remember your dreams and let go of your fears

This is the Time we’ve waited for years.

Possessions will flounder, like Whales on a beech

Earth will remind you, to each she will teach

Material Wealth will take second place

Until we remember to live with good Grace..

I wrote this poem some 5 years ago now… May we all keep listening to the Oms of our Hearts, and remember each of us hold the keys to the gates our future..  I thought I would resurrect it especially as recently I have had lots of new followers and those who were not with me 5 yrs ago.

And I so thank all of my regular readers, many thanks for all  you contribute here to Dreamwalker’s. It is all of YOU, who make all the difference and keep me writing and posting..

Many Thanks to you my friends.

~Sue~

Patience And Gratitude

Many thanks to all who follow Dreamwalker's Sanctuary

Many thanks to all who follow Dreamwalker’s Sanctuary

Yesterday this wonderful little sign popped up in my notifications .. It appears there are now One Thousand other WP users who are following Dreamwalker’s Sanctuary.. How amazing is that. I have to thank all of you who regularly comment here and those who press like often..

I appreciate all of you immensely .

And lets not forget the other 79 of you who follow by email subscription also. 

MANY THANKS TO ALL~ YOU ARE ALL AMAZING!

We, in the Dreamwalker household are  busy gathering in the seeds of our harvest. 

I am a great advocate of Time Management, but it appears to slip ever faster through my fingers, so I ask again for Patience  as I try my best to catch up with those of you whom have left comments here I am I assure you working my way down the list.

I am also itching to get some artwork done, yet as yet other commitments have left me little time to paint.

I want to leave you with this wonderful artist and if you have not already been introduced to this wonderfully gifted woman who started painting miraculous paintings as a child I will leave you with this link  of Akiane in 9 minutes so you can see for yourself the Gift she has had since a young child.

I hope go and go view her art and listen to her words..

May you all Plant Seeds of LOVE as you have Patience to watch them grow within the World.

 Blessings And have a Wonderful Weekend.

~Sue~

And they say she was a Dreamer

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Upwards and outwards she travelled,

 leaving her earth body far below

Knowing all and everything her mind exploded

 like the stars in a firework show

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She whizzed through space walking on air

 that was no longer needed

She knew now that through all of her struggles

She had more than succeeded

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Her third eye glowed in a body now blue

For now, she was the stars in an ocean of new

The blue dot glowed in the distance of time

And no longer did she dream for her light was Divine

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In Oneness she merged with All and every heart

She was home and completed

Of all that ever had been and all yet to come

She surrendered to the Cosmos

Knowing her Mission was now done.

By Sue Dreamwalker

The above Image was created by Tom over at Beyond The Sphere, Tom created this image back in July in honour of my blog in a post entitled Dreamwalker 

Tom is on a mission of his own as he attempts to post 2,000 posts before New Years Eve.. Toms blog is both humourous  and entertaining as well as artistic as his stories and images capture our imagination of Life within the Mansion and his view from the Window..

This post is to acknowledge Toms generous gift, sorry it has taken so long Tom and I am also  taking  part in his Monthly Challenge.. So I thought to combine his art gift with a poem of my own in his August

Monthly Theme of  Mind Walking

Where there are still a few days left in August for anyone wishing to take part you will find his not so complicated details  on the above link.

I now need to head over to Toms my self and do my usual Long catch up..

Thank you Again Tom.

And I hope all who end up visiting will have a Mind Walking Experience also.

Love and Blessings 

~Sue~

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