The Elder~ Renewal and Regeneration Part 2

 Part One can be found Here

Today’s Story is all about Renewal and Regeneration. As the Elder reminds us of sacrifice and our constant connections with trees ( ” “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” ) Enjoy Part Two.

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.

The Elder~ The Pathfinder~ Part 1.

Dear Friends, over the next couple of weeks, I will be busy with some art work, along with planting season on our veggie plot. I will be busy.. Those wishing to see such progress both on the plot and what my creativity has been doing, you are most welcome to visit my Garden blog. Where I have shared some of my craft work today.. https://dreamwalkergarden.wordpress.com/2021/05/04/nature-and-crafting/ I am enjoying for the first time, glass painting, so I thought to fill in my absence on my blog with resurrecting a series of my thoughts with the Elder~This first part is THE PATHFINDER… I posted way back in 2017. The time now has come for us to delve deeper still within to release and surrender to our higher selves and allow our hearts to guide us in all of our choices… We are all here, right now, standing on our various branches within the Tree of life learning and growing as we work our way back to the Light… I send you All, so much love… I will leave comments open. But please do not think I am ignoring you if it takes a while to respond…. I always follow the flow of my feelings and While some of you will have read this post before.. Many I know will not have… So thank you for your continued support and patience…. But our energies all need to focus upon clearing away our shadows, as we open our hearts in Unity and Love, as we enter some exciting changes in our inner world and we witness many revelations occurring in our outer world…. Much LOVE TO ALL 💛🙏💚

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

Mole
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.

Breathe In Nature

The Poem you see below, I wrote several years ago..


 
Nature Heals
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Sometimes when the world gets too much
As our inner mind chews over such and such
Take yourself off for a walk
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When the doubts roll in
Creating that internal din
Take yourself off for a walk
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Breathe deep that fresh clear air
Release your worries and the worlds despair
As you take yourself off for a walk
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Observe all nature and how she grows
Pick wild berries from among the hedgerows
As you take yourself off for a walk
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Release the tension with every stride
Hug a tree, let go of pride
As you take yourself off for a walk
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Ask Mother Nature to let you see
All of her wonders created for thee
As you take yourself off for a walk
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Look to the skies
At the Rainbow she supplies
As you take yourself off for a walk
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Nature gives and Nature takes
Balancing ALL as she creates
As you take yourself off for a walk
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Peace fills the mind as time has flown
Blending in Nature as you have grown
I so Enjoyed My Walk!

This week as we see yet more restrictions come into play here in the UK. I was able to take myself off for a walk. And with my Granddaughters help we collected leaves… She made several craft items with hers.. With the leaves left over I made a collage of leaves… Beauty is to be found everywhere, even when we uncover those ugly creepy crawlies which live in the dark beneath them. ALL have purpose. We may not like them, but they are put here for a reason…

Remember as the Darkness unfolds it is also moving us out of our comfort zones. We often like to stay fixed in our safe environments, and not challenge the status quo. We become fixed in our ways and would sooner not look under the leaves to find those creepy crawlies of the world. Our experiences are also moving us to see beyond, as we dare look beneath the forest floor. Because every once and a while out pops some miracles, which we may have missed, if we had not been looking beneath the shadows of the Forest..

Magic Pushes Through.

The Magic will continue to push on through. Keep focused on the Magic and the Miracles that Life brings us. Even though at times, we have to face both the Good Bad and Ugly in Life. Know it has come to wake us up from the illusion of this Matrix, and to acknowledge our own Sovereignty of our own Health and Humanness. It comes to show us our mistakes, and it comes to show us how we can Create a better future as we learn from those mistakes…

🍁 It is time for you to turn over the first Leaf 🍁 I hope you collect many more along the Forest Floor… I will keep turning them over to see just what lies beneath waiting to be discovered.

Part 4 in the recent series to follow soon

An Introduction: To Beach Walk Reflections.

Here is a brief interlude, while I gather yet more seeds of my own… Enjoy!

Many of you here on WordPress, can remember our dear friend Frank, who for many years brought joy over at A Frank Angle. He decided it was time for a fresh perspective, so in February of this year he decided to write his last post there and begin a new adventure.

I am pleased to announce that Franks New Blog, called Beach Walk Reflections is now Launched. Frank always has an angel on life, and in this new adventure he reflects on life as he takes his daily walks. And for those who are lucky to walk on the beach, or anywhere for that matter, know how calming and energising those walks can be.

Any walk into Nature connects Mind, Body and Soul. Walking allows our thoughts to flow, our minds to clear, as we contemplate life. And for that short moment we forget our problems, as we mull over our worries, as we put life and its meaning into perspective. So dear WordPress family, I hope you will join Frank, get to know him, and his thoughts, for I know you will not be disappointed.

Franks first post speaks of Seeds, and those who know me, also know how seeds are such an important part of my life, as I plant seeds in my garden and plant seeds of thought that allow our consciousness to grow.

Allow Frank to plant some seeds into your life, where you can share the reflections of life with him. And I just love this paragraph as he writes~

People are hidden seeds waiting to become viable vessels of knowledge. Because every seed has the potential for a significant result, seeds are a symbol for the potential that is in each of us for a positive future – a power of hope and possibility. Teachers hope to plant a seed in students – a seed that develops over time into something valued by others and society – their role in cultivating humanity.

So Please join me in welcoming Frank to his new Blog Home, Beach Walk Reflections. Frank’s first Walk is below.. Enjoy.. And Please comment on Frank’s blog to let him know how you enjoyed his walk.

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I like walking on the beach. It is good for the mind, body, and soul – and refreshing on my feet.

Ever think about seeds? They seem so simple at a glance – even on closer examination. We typically think of a hard, thin outer shell with a softer inside. 

On the other hand, this seemingly plain object is the beginning of something new – something beautiful – something useful – a green plant that can be as simple as grass or are grand as a large tree.

Earth’s annual regeneration of seeds for release (many in the fall) – possibly covered by winter snows – yet ready for renewal in the spring so the cycle can repeat – all this with its goal of perpetuating the species.

I think of the farmer preparing the land before planting the seeds. Whether scattering the seeds randomly or planting them in straight rows with distinct spacing, time delivers something that belongs to all of us – bountiful crops and flowers. 

As I walk, trees are sparse – only found on the grounds of some condominiums – although they are naturally found a short distance away from this beach. I think about a forest. Somewhere in that forest’s history, there was a time of one tree – the first tree. One tree that came from a seed. From that one tree came other trees – each coming from a seed.

I think about the sizes and shapes of seeds – from the tiniest orchid seed to a type of coconut containing the largest seed – shapes as squares, oblong, angular, triangles, round, egg-shaped, bean-shaped, kidney-shaped, discs, and spheres. Some seeds with lines and ridges – others perfectly smooth – plus in a variety of colors, and some even speckled.  

A seed has three components – an outer protective coat, the embryo for growing into a new plant, and the food source giving the embryo and young plant its initial food source for growth – all aspects for increasing a chance for survival.

Ever notice how leaves sprout early from a seed? Yes, leaves for producing food for the youthful, growing plant because the initial food source is small. 

Seeds hold the potential to produce something new because they contain hope and promise for something new. But not all plants use seeds for reproduction. For instance, mosses or ferns do not  – but seed plants are the ones that dominate the plant world. 

This causes me to think about our fertility – that is, the seeds within us. The promises that we hold that can produce a bountiful yield.

Interesting that the sperm of human males are called seeds, but in the plant world, seeds are something produced after the sperm fertilizes the egg.

Seeds are mobile, so they must have adaptations to move them around – a method of dispersal. Some have wings to be carried by the wind. Some have barbs, burrs, or hooks to attach to fur, feathers, or even human clothing to be dropped elsewhere. Some are buoyant so moving water can transport them. Others are surrounded by fleshy fruit that will be eaten, therefore the seeds can be exposed and deposited elsewhere for potential growth. 

I remember the large oak trees at my previous home. Each producing a bountiful supply of acorns – but not the same number each year. Each acorn with a coat, an embryo, and food supply. Each acorn is the potential for a new oak tree. However, all those acorns from one tree – a culinary feast for squirrels preparing for winter – so I wonder how many of all those acorns will yield their acorns in time. 

Seeds are that structure we plant in fertile soil and associate with terms as vigor, viability, dormancy, and germination. Seeds are also a source for food, oils, cooking ingredients, flavorings, jewelry, and even deadly poisons.

Besides a simple design yielding a complex adult, the seed is also a useful metaphor.

People are hidden seeds waiting to become viable vessels of knowledge. Because every seed has the potential for a significant result, seeds are a symbol for the potential that is in each of us for a positive future – a power of hope and possibility. Teachers hope to plant a seed in students – a seed that develops over time into something valued by others and society – their role in cultivating humanity.

Seeds are the ideas coming to us from thinking. The something that initiated a thought process that leads to personal action for improving life. The seeds of discovery lie in the knowledge of determination through the human spirit.

I think about how each of us has a bright side and a dark side – the good seeds and the bad seeds. Seeds are a symbol for laying the groundwork for future development as planting the seed – but some use planting the seed for promoting negative feelings or a downfall.

Religions rely on the seeds of faith while politics prefers manipulating the seeds for selfishness.  

A heart contains seeds of love that are waiting to sprout a new life with that special someone.

I think about how entrepreneurs use “seed money” for starting a new business. I also remember during my youth using “bird feed” or “chicken feed” as a term for a small amount of anything – something paltry or minuscule in amount.

Seeds – that simple, interesting, incredible, and successful biological design found in nature that plays a large role in human life. I don’t recall what triggered thinking about seeds on this day, but it has been an interesting mental journey and exercise as I walk. After all, I like walking on the beach because it is good for the mind, body, and soul – and refreshing on my feet.

To Continue To Beach Walk Reflections Click Here.

My Next Post to follow will be Part Three of Hoodwinking:

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Free Will to Choose~ May we ALL choose well..

I am sharing again this post I wrote in the past for a second time, the last time was two years ago… I am closing comments upon this post simply to give myself enough time to catch up as I have been absent from my blog and visiting your posts for a while… And I need to catch up with many of you.. 

There are many words I want to share right now, But the woman’s thoughts and visions that are expressed here go someway in explaining the deeper layers of what is unravelling here on Earth at this time in Gaia’s and our transformation. 

Deep down many of us who are silently watching, know deep within our being things are not adding up in the world….  Healing begins when we dive deeper within our own hearts, as we let go of our fears and stop blaming and shaming, but take a good hard look in the mirror to see what WE, myself included,  that all of us are projecting out into the world and what is being mirrored right back…

The time has come for us all to open our eyes and hearts, as we owe it ourselves to  do our research as we sort out the wheat from the chaff and not rely upon one source of information but do our own digging deeper into the what is truth and what is fiction.. Love and Blessings to you All… 


The Healing Begins: ~Responsibility~

…….‘Our Free Will had been part of our demise, and yet it would be our ‘Free Will’ which would help heal Mother Gaia.……..”

During one of the woman’s meditations with our Earth Mother, she had mentally asked about the ‘disease of mankind’ of his greed and how among such beauty had man chose his present path. Which had led to such pollution, destruction of habitats and species, and how can individuals help to change the world for the better?

CANDLE

The woman had sat focused upon the flame of a candle and the light of it showed her the beauty and purity of the Earth as it evolved. She saw how each of the species had chosen to be seeded and how those higher beings within creation had a master plan.

She saw the whole Universe breathe in and breathe out, as the vibration of creation moved as one. She saw the atoms spinning and was made to understand that each atom within its space was connected to the next.. And if one moved one atom then all other atoms had to move for one affected all, and that all were vibration.

She was shown how her DNA had been taken and fused and altered from its original intention. And she saw how those missing strands which had been taken, now trapped her within this Matrix by beings who long ago conquered this system for their own ends. 

Her vision then took her through her own body showing her the cells within her that died and were replaced.. Nothing was lost. The woman realised that she too was her own Universe forever being created a new. She felt the same, and yet her body was never the same for it was constantly changing constantly evolving… Renewing, Replenishing, Transforming.. She instinctively knew she could manipulate every living cell within her being if so desired. But we had lost this knowledge of BEing as our programming had been tampered with.   

She was shown how her thoughts through the years had created the blockages within her system.. The vortexes of light within her spinning chakras in some area’s now lacked the life force they should have. She understood how through the years this had affected her energies. Amplifying her  fears, affecting her  lack of self-love. Her  thoughts within creating her energy body causing illness and disease .. All came in a flash within her mind.

She was shown we were far from alone, and that we were still being guided and watched over, and that we each hold the ‘Key’ within us to help our Earth Mother. Our Free Will had been part of our demise, and yet it would be our ‘Free Will’ which would help heal Mother Gaia. And each were responsible for our thoughts and actions..

Sing your Song for the Trees of the Earth

Sing your Song for the Trees of the Earth It seems many are under attack right now. 

She was taken up high out of her body to sit in space above the blue planet. She was permitted to see the many Ley lines of energy which was a girth around the planet. She saw how some were strong while others had weakened and others appeared broken, disconnected, lifeless lines that although visible had no energy running through them. She saw how many military bases were now positioned along these ley lines and power points. Everything is revealed to those who open their eyes. 

The woman saw how many souls were still Earth bound, trapped within the perpetual cycles of Attachments of Desires, Greed, Guilt, Anger, Grief, held entrapped, held prisoners by the very same thing that had given them Freedom of choice.. ‘Freewill’…

Each soul/Cell weighed down in the density of matter affecting the whole of consciousness, which in turn fed thoughts within the creation of reality. As around and around they span..

Yet she saw too how change was spreading as more now were asking questions, and seeking answers from both science and their governments. No longer are people readily in acceptance of control, ‘Free-will’ was dictating the need of responsibility which was accelerating humanities desire for harmony and Unity. 

Acceleration was now a tangible feeling as Time it’s self seemed to spin ever faster and yet confusion was still within many as the energies tossed them around creating a feeling of anticipation yet it held so much fear, for many still had not awoken to themselves. And could not trust their intuitive inner Being.

The Woman now knew it was TIME… Time to take responsibility.. Time to Speak her Truth as she perceived it to be, understanding that many held their versions of the Truth within them. And collectively when all pieces of that truth came together, no one could deny that truth, because they too  would just know it to be True. 

 All we need,is to trust in the LOVE within.

And share it with one another, 

MUCH LOVE.. 

💖 

 

  This is a resurrected post from the past. which has been tweaked. 

 

 

GUEST BLOGGER FEATURE… Sue Dreamwalker over at Me My Magnificent Self..

My sincere thanks go out to Barbara  Franken over at MeMyMagnificentSelf.com 
for her gentle promptings, encouraging me to contribute to writing a guest feature post on her website about about New-Earth. To which I finally finished in July. 
Barbara has invited guests to speak on their thoughts on New Earth.  Barbara also has compiled several E-books on our awakening journey to which I and others  have been honoured to contribute to over the years.  The first one was complied in 2014… Goodness Barbara, how time has flown, and the the second one Part Two came two years later. As well as others books Barbara has written. 
Those E-books of our True Awakening Experiences, can be found free to download on Barbara’s website. or at the bottom of my own blog.   Barbara and I met in the blog-sphere quite some time ago, our paths were meant to cross and we soon found we had much in common…
Thank you again Barbara for your patience in waiting for my final transcript.  Barbara’s beautiful soul enlightens and enriches us with her positive spiritual awareness. Her website is full of beautiful posts and beautiful guests. Barbara also has a Master Creation online Class, and much more.. Along with some beautifully created  video’s on her YouTube channel. .
Many thanks again Barbara, for your invitation to be your guest. In Love and Gratitude 

IAM honoured to welcome our dear Divine and Magnificent friend Sue Dreamwalker as our Guest Blogger on this platform, Me, My Magnificent Self. A quiet and sacred space in which to inspire and support one another as we all journey through this Great Shift of Consciousness together.

As most of you know, and in Sue’s own words, she has the gift of words, compassion and understanding and spreads them around like confetti, showering others with love and encouragement, instilling that ALL is as it should be.

Sue is a loving Earth Warrior who beats her drum to the rhythm of Mother Nature, diving deep within herself, within All That Is, sharing all her adventures and excitement with us all. Especially now, as we find ourselves gathering together more and more for this very special Celebration as Human Consciousness explodes to release the millennia of darkness and uncovers Sovereign Divine brilliance that is ready to be experienced by All who dare!

Sue and I were both born and bred in the same neck of the woods. The Derbyshire Dales in the Peak District, England. For me it felt very special to meet together online and share our similar passions and mission, holding our individual unique visions of NewEarth high for all to resonate with, joining others to create one harmonious beat.

Sue’s spiritual gifts of clairvoyance and clairsentient began as a child, when she would see with her naked eye people no one else saw. Around the age of 12, as Sue was walking up her family stairs, she saw a lady with a huge white billowing hat dressed to the floor in black, walk across her landing.

Sue later learned she was a nun, one she had not seen before as she wore a triangular mantel head dress. She was told she was imagining things, but a special bond had been made and although she never saw her again with her naked eye, she would often turn up in her internal vision. Whenever Sue suffered with stress or depression her nun was always somewhere in the back of her mind, sensing her presence, Sue would talk out her problems with her.

Her Nun was confirmed to her over and over by others who had mediumistic skills, even describing the unusual headdress.

Sue is grateful for her Nun’s patience and staying with her over the years and feels even today, when the outer world gets too much that it her Nun’s presence that resonates with her to retreat into a sacred space of silence. The sacred space of her garden and allotment plot where she grows her own fresh produce AND contemplates.

Over the years Sue has magically weaved her true stories with colourful pens and brushes, to share with all, her many experiences and excitement to be here now at this most critical time, daring us all to follow our passion and fulfil our mission here on Earth.

If you’ve never met our Sue, I urge you to visit her websites, linked below and sign up to receive her weekly musings that will for sure give you courage to walk the path of the Earth Warrior at this most exciting time on Earth, and be part of a great Celebration and shift of Consciousness that is taking place now.

Now it’s time to sit back and enjoy Sue’s musings about her Magical New Earth, to inspire YOU to imagine and visualise YOUR own grand dream of absolute happiness and harmony being Your most Magnificent Self.

Sue shares her Story… Magical New Earth

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Following Our Hearts ~ And Intuition 💖

Nature Heals

The woman observed the world through her window, shutting out the noise, as she shut the door on the media belching out negative vibrations 24/7.  She walked outside putting on her boots as she tried to shed the uncontrollable feelings of anger as the tears stung at the back of her eyes..

Why was she being triggered in such a way, what had caused such a reaction in her just now that she had to leave the house, her heart beating so hard and so fast in her chest she thought she may well wrench, she felt so sick in the pit of her stomach..

Shock takes a while to set in, and she thought the world at large was mainly still in shock all these months later.. Not believing just how quickly liberties and freedoms, were being eroded and people were just not seeing the bigger picture she was seeing.

What hope did she have? Inside her heart was breaking as she knew what was unfolding, and yet the smile she had always bore externally to others was slowly disappearing as she crumbled inside.

Scattered wild seeds will thrive where ever scattered

She had gone through many such dark times, periods of such deep desolate heart ache and feeling alone. Now she saw the world being asked to purge out its own deep seated trauma in a matter of months, while it had taken her years of deep soul searching those inner wounds, bringing them one by one to the surface to face the light of day as she shed her own inner wounds she had carried from childhood and even further back in previous lifetimes..

So why had this new announcement right now affected her so much… The PM’s words still rang in her ears as the media had belched it from the other room..

She continued her walk, the tears now no longer stinging the back of her eyes were now freely running down her cheeks… She wiped them away with the back of her hand, chastising herself for being so emotional. Yet something deeper she knew had triggered that reaction. She sat on the ground, breathing deeper as she calmed her inner fury.

Thank goodness she was aware…. So many were not, and no wonder so many were breaking down right now as they hadn’t the knowledge she had been given that inner knowing, or understood the multiple layers of generational grief and personal trauma now activated on mass within the collective Trauma which was now being released on a massive scale.

Daisies bringing memories of Childhood: Different Chains now loomed

It was coming to slap us all in the face, as the world was breaking down, exposing our helplessness, isolation, and internal shaking of rage bubbled its way to the surface. People lashing out at others in frustration as the old had to crumble before the New could arise. 

She was lucky in that she had like minded souls upon her journey, a journey she had willingly stepped upon to be here at this time in the Earth’s Transition…

All her life she had felt she had a mission… Now more than ever she felt this mission was being activated as her purpose of being here was to witness this very moment and so, as she sat upon the ground looking upon the wild flowers she had planted in spring, she closed her eyes and allowed her mind to drift back…

Cornflowers blue hearts blowing in the wind.

……. The scene jumped up before her vision. A market place swarming with many people of long ago in another life, she could smell the spices in open baskets and the sweat of men as they pushed her aside.. She was hurrying between the stalls picking out the vegetables and fruits, she must get home as soon as she could, she dared not be late…  She pulled her veil closer around her face.. Her dark eyes barely visible as she reached to pay the stall holder..

The next image, she was cowering in a corner, shivering in fear… pain seared through her flesh as she had endured another beating… The baby in her belly she had protected, but her two younger children were crying uncontrollably…  Inside she screamed to escape, but she had her children to protect…

Her arranged marriage was one of convenience of families paying debts, she, a chattel, a possession only. To a man whose violence would often unleash for no reason other than he had had a bad day..  She was not allowed to speak, she had learnt the lesson of that early on in her marriage..  And no longer now shared an opinion, and now rarely spoke in his presence for fear of saying the wrong thing.. So she kept silence except for speaking to her children who were also learning about violence and dominance and the treatment of  women, for the woman was to serve and submit and stay silent..

Standing Tall even among the showers and wind.

The woman’s eyes opened..  Now she understood, as the view came back into focus… She sat still, processing her meditation as she visited her other self in another timeline of yesteryear..

She needed to be gentle with herself as she healed yet another aspect of those deep inner wounds, which she also now had contributed to other fresher wounds of unworthiness in this life time… So many pieces falling, fitting, and as she assembled them, many over previous  years had come to light… As each past life revealed its own particular wound..

This life she had always known was one of Letting Go….  She needed to let this one go also..  So. she thanked the Universe for yet another insight.  She would find a different approach, a spiritual approach of dealing with this particular emotion of being gagged yet again in this lifetime.. She was not going to be submissive, she would find her own way of saying NO! She needed oxygen to breath. She had done her research and she only wished others would do their own and think for themselves.  

Her voice and those of others she knew would be heard…  She knew deep within her soul that the harder one pushed, the harder the push back came… She also knew what she had seen in her vision years ago was slowly manifesting before her eyes… And she could no longer keep silent.. She could no longer be submissive…

Each low point reached she had raised herself back up.. And this now was a collective raising of consciousness…. And in order for those who still slept soundly to wake up… Perhaps they too had to reach their lowest point in order to rise up…

We are multi layers and ALL of us are ONE.

And when we see the truth, and face the truth within ourselves,. and when we learn to nurture ourselves, and hold that compassion for others.   She saw the collective uniting in a Global healing as hearts opened as they released and let go of all of their inner wounds. Yes there would be tears, and Yes there would be anger as the collective reached it’s own Dark Night of the soul just as she had years ago.

We are now being Triggered, many were reacting in fear.. But many more were beginning to question and wake up to something isn’t adding up.. Something isn’t quite right.  She knew others felt the same… even though as yet their voices were still silent in the wings… But they too would speak their truth… For Truth remains truth no matter how many lies are weaved…

My Transformation Butterfly painting

She was breaking through her chrysalis; her wings were now flexing as she took her instinctive leap of faith… She knew she was ready to fly…  She smiled as the Sun broke through the clouds. She had to follow her own heart… No one else’s… Her heart would discern and she felt it’s beat now loudly calling her to follow her instincts.   And what she felt deep inside she felt was right.  

Unity, New Earth and Transformation. The power of Three.. 

 

“Sorrow prepares you for joy. It violently sweeps everything out of your house, so that new joy can find space to enter. It shakes the yellow leaves from the bough of your heart, so that fresh, green leaves can grow in their place. It pulls up the rotten roots, so that new roots hidden beneath have room to grow. Whatever sorrow shakes from your heart, far better things will take their place.”
― Rumi

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..  

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Each of us, carries within us the capacity to change the world in small ways for better or worse. Everything we do and think affects the people in our lives, and their reactions in turn affect others As the effect of a seemingly insignificant word passes from person to person, its impact grows and can become a source of great joy, inspiration, anxiety, or pain. Your thoughts and actions are like stones dropped into still waters, causing ripples to spread and expand as they move outward.. I hope that I can send a few ripples out via the web of life, as we each of us weave the threads together... Welcome to my Sanctuary of Peace and Love... May we each spread our Lights around our World....Sue Dreamwalker

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