The Feather that spoke..

Feather from Heaven

Feather from Heaven

Today I found myself sharing a true story with a blogging friend.  So I thought I would share it again here. For it may give someone the heart to look for the hidden Signs that our Guardian Angels/Universe/Source throws in our direction, If only we take the time to Look and Listen.

Last week I was so depressed it was like I was grieving for someone.. I didn’t want to even get out of bed in the mornings.. My bones ached as I thought my Fibromyalgia was starting another flare up.. I knew the energies were changing and affecting our bodies and so set about trying to alter my mind set as I didn’t want to fall into this particular pit again.

Yet it seems that no matter how many times I tried to disconnect from the world to lift my spirits, Negative news seemed to follow me and bog me down as if I were living out other people’s experiences.

News items I was trying to avoid would invade my space.. And the more weight seemed to load onto my chest to the point I felt physically constricted..  I couldn’t shake it off.. I tried watching old movies  on DVDs that had  comedy in them to make me laugh  and I would walk out in Nature, yet still I had this heart ache that wouldn’t go away..

So I Asked my own healing Angels to come forward and help, I reverted back to my daily meditation practice going right back to basics.. To clear my aura, putting on my ‘Light Body’ Grounding myself and remembering to put protection around me.. I even had salt baths. And I did clearing exercises to separate cording’s both past and present.

Last week we had a big storm called Storm Doris.. Whose winds were gusting up to 90mph.. I asked for protection around our home and those of family and friends. And thankfully we had no damage, yet many did with fences and glass broken in greenhouses, trees felled and one lady lost her life to flying debris in another part of the country.

The weird thing was, that as the storm was dying down, A large white feather dropped onto my back patio.. It stuck to the floor with the rain. ( I have long collected feathers, and see them as a sign from my angels.. ) So I went to pick  it up and dried it off..

The next day in the very same spot.. The VERY same spot.. I saw what appeared a flower on a stem, it looked like sweet-peas. But when I bent to pick it up it was made out of plastic, it wasn’t sweet-peas, but a stem of bleeding hearts.

At the time I threw it in the bin, thinking it was the wind which had blown it But the winds had long died down over night .. But all day I could not stop thinking about it so looked up the meaning on line. Of the Bleeding hearts flower. Which among many other things said ( Bleeding Heart helps bring peace, harmony and balance to people’s heart, allowing a person to perceive love on many levels: of self, others, city, country, environment and beyond.) – See more HERE

So here is the feather I painted. And in doing so the calm and healing soothed my soul as I allowed back in the peace as I listened once again as I painted this feather spoke deep to my heart..

Feather

Painting in Acrylic on black card.

 

The Elder~ Shedding of Skins~ Part3

Things with Wings

Things with Wings

The woman had to leave the painting alone for a while, but the Elder was never far from her thoughts as she pondered upon what the Elder had spoken of regarding the Renewing and Regenerating.

She thought about her beloved forest walks and in particular the Standing Ones of the Oak Tribe who had always drawn her to their energy.

On her walks she would often reach out to touch their bark, their outer skin, gnarled and cracked, marveling upon their ages.

The forest of Sherwood that she loved so well held one of the oldest and well known, The Major Oak  Whose Standing had seen so many changes during at least 1,000 years reign over his domain.  She thought of the changes still to come as she had signed petitions to try to prevent Fracking from under his roots.  She again sent a silent prayer out to her Earth Mother as she thought of all the destruction Mankind had caused upon and deep into her own Earth Crust skin.

The Major Oak is now supported with beams and wires .

The Major Oak is now supported with beams and wires its age is approximated to be over 800 to 1,000 years.. Can you see the Elephant within its trunk?

By the time the woman returned to pick up her brushes, the woman was eager to learn what the Elder had to teach her. Today she filled in more details to the bark, the tiny brush strokes making patterns she picked out the creepy crawlies, spiders, and grubs now forming. The woman thought deeply upon the thousands of insects that made their home in the bark and among the crevasses and branches of the Standing Ones.

Trees are home to Thousands of insects and wildlife

Trees are home to Thousands of insects and wildlife

The Elder remained silent, allowing the woman to penetrate each crevasse with her brush stroke as deeper she sank into her own world of thought.  She painted the skin of the snake as it twisted up and out along the branch of the Elder, and thought of the many symbols mankind had used in which the snake had played a part.

ELDER Snake branch

The serpent representing both good and bad.  The secret to a snake’s success was its scales providing both impetus and resistance. It shed many skins to allow it to keep on growing. It glided over everything managing to climb trees, swim and bury itself beneath the earth.  She thought deeper to the various cultures which had created both Fascination and Fear.

 Quetzalcoatl the Feathered Serpent came to mind.

 Scholars had twisted the snake symbol for use of many of their own interpretations. The snake reminding her of the Kundalini, providing the Spark of Life, a great healer in many symbols.  As she thought of her own snake-like-spine, and that of the Standing Ones trunk. Connecting both Heaven and Earth.  As she thought of the times she had meditated her spine pressed against their trunk as she asked for The Standing Ones Healing.

She thought of healing and remembered the medical profession who also had it within their healing symbol The Caduceus entwined around a staff with wings. And the Rod of Asclepius  And wondered upon how these symbols had been created.  She assumed the snake meant both Life and Death which was what the medical professions dealt with at all times.

So many interpretations Mankind had given to the snake, both positive and negative which she had read about, ‘Which were correct?’  she thought.

The Elder picking up on her question answered. “ All of them,” said the Elder, “The snake is neither Good or bad, it is the cycle of Life itself. The Ouroboros  The snake shows you by leaving your skin behind life begins anew. Your Human skin is but a shell and so too will be left behind.

In your world, there can be no birth without death. It is a perpetual cycle.  You will see this again and again in nature. But your Human Tribe do not follow the natural law of the predator-prey cycle. Your Human Tribe has killed all the animals it deems as bad.  Such as the Wolf , Bear and Fox.

Then you cry when your forests get overrun with Deer and Elk and Rabbits. Who then strip the forests and grasslands bare and they then suffer and starve as the balance is upset. You Humans then take it upon yourselves to cull and thin out the over population of species. Causing more suffering”.

She thought of the disease  Myxomatosis introduced to Rabbits  And the many Rabbits she had seen affected as a child in the country. She also thought of the Elephant tribe and wondered at the suffering of their tribe at the hands of mans ignorance and greed. It was no coincidence that the image of the Elephant had crept into her painting embedded within its roots.Or the horrendous culling of young seal cubs that were clubbed to death. This too was woven within the roots of her painting.

“Yet” continued the Elder, “If you had let well alone Nature would keep the balance by its own natural cycles..  Each living thing that is placed upon your Earth Mother has purpose. And is subject to natural law. Including you Humans. But you have long forgotten the natural laws of Cause and Effect. You think you are superior to them. But the Universe as a whole is governed by them, there is no escape.”

elder-tree-slate-2

This has been digitally enhances to these shades.

As the woman continued to paint, eyes appeared in her imagination which had transferred to the bark which peered deeper into her soul. She thought upon the many times she had sort out the Standing Ones healing. And to the shedding of her many tears pressed up against their trunks. How many sobs had they listened to? never judging, always steadfast, silent but for their whispers on the wind as they imparted their calm reverence.  

They replaced her own sapping energy with their own as she often felt their pulse beat up through her spine. They had become bound by their roots as she imagined her energy tap-root from her spine going down around theirs into Mother Earths Heart as she meditated.

She knew the Standing Ones were the wisdom keepers, each year witnessing the changes, information contained within their own growth cycles of both good and bad years. Each inner ring a record, yet its outer skin/bark remained the same. Showing us how we have so many layers and yet can hold a constant mask to our outer Being.

We all grow from our inner centre outward from our hearts. And how important it was to go within and find those years which had affected our growth.

The woman stood back from her painting. She thanked again the Elder for the wisdom, knowing that as a world right now, we were but shedding another skin. Mankind was in yet another cycle of Learning, growing in inner wisdom as he woke up to himself.

To be continued.. 

© Sue Dreamwalker 2017.

The Elder~ The Pathfinder~ Part 1.

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

Mole

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

©Sue Dreamwalker 2017.

Art Takes you to that place BEyond..

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Above are some of the images from sections a two paintings I have recently done.. Over the next few posts I will be exploring more of each section and sharing with you some of the thoughts I had while I sat with paint brush in hand..  And it may even weave into a story.. I don’t know yet.. I am still going within the flow of it.. 

If I appear quieter than usual, this is what is keeping me busy at the moment.. 

Have a Beautiful Weekend.. 

~Sue~ 

“When it is working, you completely go into another place, you’re tapping into things that are totally universal, completely beyond your ego and your own self. That’s what it’s all about.”

~Keith Haring

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~

In Gratitude

Tranquil Garden

Sitting in the garden, as Blackbird sings her tune,

Summer is here, as we welcome the month of June

Foxgloves are in flower, as the Bumblebee explores

And new growth is around us, this time I just adore.

 

The fountain in the garden is tranquil, hear it flow

As peacefulness surrounds me, As I drift in Sun’s warm glow

The wind chimes they do tinkle, and the breeze just gently blows

And the pigeon in the tree top her cooing never slows

 

A neighbours cat is cooling, laid out beneath the shade  

Oh how I love these tranquil, peaceful lazy days.

The grass appears much greener, or is it just my eyes,

For when we are contented, nature gives us our best prize.

 

We just have to take a moment in quiet thoughtful pose

To enjoy the bliss around us and be thankful I suppose.

Do we ever take a moment to give our heartfelt thanks?

For somewhere people are fighting and living with enemy Tanks.

 

So Bless those quiet moments of peace within your home

For you never know when it could be shattered,

 and darkness soon enclose

So enjoy the moments of each bright new sunny day

As we say goodbye to rain clouds in this last day of May,

The above poem I wrote some time ago. The rain clouds are still here, but I choose to find the Sun in All that surrounds me.

May we all of us count our blessings and send out our thoughts of love into the world for those who find themselves in need of it right now.

I am so grateful  right now and thankful  to be able to go within my Gardens , for the healing they bring, and the Inner Peace that I find within them.

Garden on the front

Part of our Garden through the bedroom window on the front of our home

Have a beautiful new week,  and remember

“Live

And Work

but do not forget to play,

to have fun in life

and really enjoy it”

~~~

Eileen Caddy

‘The Dawn of Change’

We Journey On

 

Journey Within..

Come with me on a journey it starts inside my head

Create a place to dwell from all the Fear and dread

Close your eyes and behind them create a perfect vision

Build a garden full of beauty get ready for your transition

~

Sit upon the grass as sky lark sings above

Hold out your hand to feed the many cooing Doves

See the babbling stream as the young fawn drinks her fill

And listen to the Woodpecker’s distant woodland drill

~

Watch the tiny fishes as the light glistens from their scales

You’re now adrift in the ocean, as you watch the Humpback Whales

You listen to their song a lament as old as time

Each breath takes you deeper as your Spirit begins to climb

~

Now you are on a mountain its top all crisp and white

You fly among the Eagles suspended in effortless flight

Thermals take you higher as you travel within its ring

Higher yet you travel, more peace to feel and bring

~

Through the clouds you break into outer-space you speed

Looking back at a Blue Planet which provided all your needs

Weightless and suspended no longer feeling Form

You fly around the heavens exploring each star born.

~

Filled up now with knowledge no mortal Words could speak

You return back to your garden upon your grassy seat

A new sense of Peace surrounds you as you open up your eyes

You can return in an instant, just open up your mind.

©  Sue Dreamwalker  2013-2016

Our Minds can create such webs of thought that entrap up within the negative if we are not mindful of being drawn in to the Fear we each hold.. Even the best of us can get caught among the threads of our own thoughts, a lesson well learned recently.

May we all learn to create Peace and Love in our lives. 

Wishing you all a wonderful Wednesday 

And I hope you enjoy this Video and the above poem I wrote.. 

Blessings 

~Sue~

Searching for that Perfect Moment.

Trees, the breath of our lungs

Trees, the breath of our lungs~ A walk in Nature’s Peace

Carry on searching and you will find

That perfect moment that peace of mind

You’ll find it among all the places you look

None are within the pages of a book

So many species rely upon our Trees

So many species rely upon our Trees ~Lichen on these small branches, and thousands of insects.

While a book can teach you knowledge unbound

The Peace of your heart there is not to be found

Page after page we turn and can read

But the Peace we all seek first comes as a seed

Life~ a continual cycle of death and rebirth

Life -Nature~ a continual cycle of death and rebirth

 

So long do we lie in the depths of the Dark

Forgetting the power from which we all start

A Spark to kindle from the love we all yearn

Ignited with passion as our hearts start to learn

Catkins

Catkins and Gorse.

An Island we languish alone and afraid

We cut down each other using words as our blades

Doing unto others, we do unto the whole

What we send out we reap back as souls

Gorse too has its thorns, but it still shines its beauty to us

Gorse~ Everyone of us can show our thorns.

 

So we search and we find what was there all along

We just forgot the Harmony of Singing our Song

In Unity we blend, our voices become One

No longer separate, a choir has begun.

Gorse Bush

Gorse~ Despite its thorns it still shines bright.

In tune with Nature you’ll flourish and grow

Reaching for Light you spread out and glow

And that ‘Perfect Moment’, that Peace of Mind

It was always inside you, Seek and Find.

Keep Following the Path

Keep Following the Path to your Heart!

 

©  Sue Dreamwalker  2016 All rights reserved.

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