Growing Season Within & Without

Hello again to those of you who bare with me through these times of shifts and changes. So much is happening within our world, both within a consciousness level, and within our own personal lives. In which so many lives have been tipped upside down within this Upside Down World.

We each have had to learn to navigate through these changes and shifting energies as best we can. And while the outer world is plunged within the fear, I have for the most part been able to ground myself within the growing season of planting and tending our large allotment plot. As well as connecting back within, to the things my heart is guiding me to, such as my painting and crafts.

Like any one who starts out creating a garden, you have to put in the hard heavy ground work… We have to dig and overturn the Earth. The soil needs to be fed nutrients. And we need to plan our crop rotation. So as not to take too much out of the soil, and learn what crops give back the nutrients into the earth.. We learn what crops grow in harmony together, and what plants to mingle within them, to offset damage due to aphids etc. And we mustn’t be afraid of getting our hands dirty, learning what to keep and what to discard, or that we get aches and pains within our bodies through all the efforts we put in. Gardening teaches us many things, and while we have many successes, we also can expect some disappointments. Not all gardening is a bed of roses. Such is Life

Navigating Life means we also have tend our inner garden, in preparing our Inner world. As we reconnect with our Hearts. As we strengthen our connections with those around us, as we use our discernment, our compassion and our awareness. Along with our love and our common-sense of reasoning via our internal compass using our in-built gifts of Intuition! We learn to separate from our Heads of our indoctrinated teachings, back into our Hearts, which connects us back to Source. This is always difficult because of our ingrained thought patterns, we have to be prepared to view life from alternative perspectives. As we learn to let go of our Ego minds to be right.

The world is going through some of its own heavy turmoil right now, as we Unearth the Truth of our Reality. People are digging and weeding out their own information, and having to learn to navigate and separate the disinformation from the truth….. The Wheat from the Chaff When you plant your seeds, be it of what ever variety, you have to be patient… You plant them in the dark, cover them with Earth, and you wait… If you neglect the seeds, and don’t water them, then they perish , if you over water them, that too can cause them to rot.. So learning Discernment is vital, for what we focus upon is what we create.

We need to tend to our thoughts right now, and weed out that which we do not wish to create, and only cultivate the thoughts we wish to manifest within our New Earth

The world reflects back to us all the time what we are manifesting. And if our roots are not strong or we neglect to nurture ourselves, we become overwhelmed by the weeds within society which for the most part, not all, for some weeds are useful. But many can choke out and overtake that which is wholesome and good.

A good gardener knows patience. My fruit trees have taken several years to bare fruit. And this year I thought with all the blossom we would have a good crop of apples. But they are covered in leaf mildew, such has been the weather. You have to take the good with the bad. We grow organic, so we don’t use any chemicals. I mixed up a spray from natural ingredients. We wait and see if this has helped. Patience is at the core of any gardener. This year here in the UK we certainly have been pushed way beyond our Patience Barriers and people have had to adapt. And Humanity is going to have to adapt within these coming changes and shifts. For many as yet do not foresee the challenges yet to come. So we have to hold steady in the belief of our future New Earth and what we wish that to look like..

So we need to harness those visions of how we can change ourselves and the world for the better, not focusing on what is always wrong with it.. But pulling upon our strengths not our weaknesses, looking for new ways in which we can unify and heal, and work in cooperation with each other instead of competition. Just like when you plan your garden, you hold a vision of what the end process will look like… You see your crops delivering a good harvest.. You see your flowers and shrubs in full bloom, as you plan how your garden will look once it is mature.

And although your garden will hold many different varieties, of flowers, each plant is unique. Just as we are. You will learn what plants thrive in shade or direct sunlight. They care not what labels WE give them. All, if nurtured correctly should thrive, given their roots are firm in a well tended environment and they have enough light, water and nutrients, specific to their needs.. We have much to learn from our Gardens, and while many plants have many fancy Latin names, they all belong to the Mother Earth. As we Humans do, We All have our needs..

It matters not what labels we give ourselves or others.. We are ONE family, The Human Race. We need to understand the importance once again of being Grounded within Mother Earth instead of giving each other labels and pointing out our differences. For this is how we are kept separated. We have to find our commonalities. Rediscovering our communities, and our inner wisdom. When you look at nature, each and everything is unique. We now have a unique opportunity in which we all can grow through these bitter sweet times. As we grow from the Inside Out!

Within our world there is always going to be the Bitter and the Sweet!

Bitter to Sweet!

And when the world finally wakes, there are going to many bitter pills to swallow. In that we trusted those whom we thought had our best interests at heart. When the seeds so many tried to sow, to show the world the truth of their understanding, which was censored and thrown out, like weeds on the rubbish heap. So many are going to need our help.

We who hold within our being, the conscious Light of Knowing. For it is then the Lightworkers will be needed to heal, to bridge the wounds, as we connect with each other around the globe to unify in our common purpose of why we incarnated at this time in our Earth’s Evolution. We then will need to rely upon each other more than ever and learn new skills, not only in new ways of living in harmony within a community, as we adapt to the changes to come. But as we rediscover just who we are and our inner abilities which stand us apart as Human Beings. As we rediscover our connections back within Mother Nature.

The Seeds of Knowledge  come to us in many ways, just like our jigsaw pieces making little sense on their own.. But when we plant nurture and tend them they grow and flourish. 

We are all seeds….. Each of us upon our own journey each of us appearing as separate, and yet we are all of us linked together.

It is now time to gather together and spread out our own seeds of love compassion and understanding, and sow them and nurture them. For our Earth and our Brothers and Sisters around this Earth need to feel that love.. We really do now need to start and visualise and live from our hearts as to what type of world we want to live… It is as simple as learning to live from your Heart.

We are Many, Each a separate head, but each connected to the same Heart and Root. Which is LOVE.

Love and Blessings to you All

The Elder~ The Circular Path ~Final Chapter.

Today is the final Chapter of the Elder Story.. 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.”  May we realise that we ALL of us are on a Circular Path, that we keep perpetuating as we go around and around repeating the same mistakes within our controlling world of greed… These particular times are perhaps here to shake us into finding our inner strengths and weaknesses.. No matter what our beliefs… We are hear to discover who we are. No one can do that for you.. And no one is right and no one is wrong, because each are here at this time in our Earth’s History to help each other wake up.. The present day challenges are here for a reason, even though we may not realise it.. You have to put in your own inner work of honouring and learning to love and respect ourselves in finding your own inner Light and Truth .. When we learn to do that… Only then will we see it reflected back in the outer world… Change comes from within… As we see ourselves as One with Mother Earth, A sovereign Being,.. To Do no harm to others… That includes checking in on our thoughts too.. Much Love to you all… 💛

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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~ Shedding of Skins~ Part3

To continue the Story, The Elder teachers us about Natural Law and the importance of growing from within. This post has been Scheduled. Part One can be found here of The Elder~ The Pathfinder And Part Two The Elder~ Regeneration and Renewal …. Enjoy!

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, marvelling 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.”

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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~ 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. 

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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.

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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. 

 

 

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