The Elder~ Renewal and Regeneration Part 2

 Part One can be found Here

Wisdom comes in all shapes

Wisdom comes in all shapes

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

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

Heartbeat

Heartbeat

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Art-books

Art-books

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

Tick-tock of life

Tick-tock of life

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Life Givers~  Partial Painting Magnified

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

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

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

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

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

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

 © Sue Dreamwalker 2017

To be continued.

Vision Quest 8 Conclusion.~ Facing Fears

Background to the story so far. Muna was brought up from the age of two and half by her Full blooded Native American Indian Grandmother.  Aponi had taught Muna lots of the Ancient ways of living from the land along with many traditional ceremonies.

Muna had reoccurring nightmares all of her life, Now in her late teens she was following her Grandmother’s advice and had embarked upon a Vision Quest to see it she could find the reason for the Shadows that haunted her Dream time.

The full part of this Vision Quest can be read in separate parts HERE.

This is the final part of the Vision Quest Chapter in which Muna finds out more about her past. This will be longer in length than the previous parts.

 Facing Fears

Once again the old fear came back as the garden no longer felt welcoming. She shuddered again, as a blanket of thick mists enveloped her. Muna knew she had to find out what lay beyond the door. What was the shadow that haunted her dreams? Muna turned to the North Door to help her overcome the fears she held so deep within.

“ Help me Grandfather Sky, clear the mists before my eyes, show me the way Grandmother Earth, help me overcome all that is hidden, that makes me afraid.” Muna’s voice was calm but she couldn’t help but feel fearful for what the North door had hidden behind it.

As if in answer to her plea the mists parted before her and the door in the North Wall loomed into  her vision. Her eyes took in the old wooden door, she saw the many grains etched upon its surface along with the knots, and she saw the old nails which held the rusty hinges in place. She thought of the long forgotten tree which was cut down to create such a door as she stroked the wood feeling the knots. At the same time she felt the knot twist within the pit of her stomach as that old emotion of dread surfaced.

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But Muna  shook  off this feeling  as she concentrated upon the knocker positioned in the centre of this old arched shaped doorway, and she was not surprised that the handle was formed from two twisted engravings of snakes entwined together.  For some reason Muna remembered something her Grandmother had told her about Quetzalcoatl  And the symbolism of snakes primal energy. She knew now was the time to shed another skin as she let go of that which restricted her as she allowed the life force to heal and guide her through the changes. Knowing the door would open up more questions, but  would also lead her to new discoveries of her inner being. 

Looking down now at the water in which she thought she had to wade through, the mists had lifted revealing stepping-stones opening a path towards the door.. Muna smiled knowing all things were possible if only one believed. She took a deep breath as she made her first step as she stepped across the stones walking towards the door.

As she looked where she put her feet, she saw the weed thick within the murky water, and was aware of something slithering its way across the water keeping pace with her as she saw the ripples just beneath the surface. She heard the occasional splash as if something either surfaced or dived, and her heart began to pound. Again her thoughts raced as her Grandmothers words once again came to mind.

“ Face Your Fear” she heard the echo of Aponi’s words as she got closer to the door.. ” You only fear what you do not know Muna. Fear is just a stranger whom you so not yet know. Once you become the observer you will see there is nothing to Fear but Fear itself.” Muna had long puzzled at this remark of her Grandmother’s.

So she squared her shoulders and took a deep breath and closed her eyes. She asked to become the ‘observer’. When she opened them she was there, she now saw the age of this old door, as the wood had splinted and dried. She reached out her hand and took hold of the door knocker and instinctively knocked twice. As if by magic the door swung open, as it did so more mists seemed to bellow out in front of her. Stepping through the mist, crossing the threshold of the doorway Muna waited hoping the mists would  recede, she saw a scene she half recognised, but wasn’t fully aware from where.

Before her a scene unravelled, she was in a small room with sparse furnishings with a wooden table in the centre, in the corner was a familiar rocking chair with a colourful crocheted shawl hung over its back, somewhere in the background Muna heard a child crying.

Muna’s attention was then taken to a young woman, cowering in the corner of the room who was crying. The woman had long raven black hair that was strewn across her face wet with tears. As the mists cleared further Muna saw there was also blood on the young woman’s face. A man’s voice shouted in rage

Muna found herself floating above the scene as the woman was pursued by a man. The man was screaming obscenities at her, yelling and screaming, he seemed to be possessed by the devil himself as his eyes bulged and his face was distorted in rage.  Sobbing the woman got up to run outside, she got half way across the yard as the man yelled as he ran after her, the woman turned running backwards at the same time before she stumbled and fell. She hit her head hard upon the ground, Her sobs instantly stopped as her body now motionless and lifeless lay upon the ground..

The man stopped in his tracks, as if waking up from a dream he looked down at his hands. Had he really hit his beautiful wife..   He looked up to the skies and now it was his turn to scream, as he let out such a wail of anguish as he yelled out the to the sky.. Words she knew he was speaking, and yet she couldn’t hear any of them. She only saw the woman lifeless on the floor, the child who cries she had heard now emerged from the doorway, she was only a young toddler but she ran to the fallen woman, tripping over as she fell beside the woman, crying “Mama, mama”

It was then that Muna understood, the toddler was herself, it was she crying ‘Mama’, and the fallen woman was her Mother. She looked now feeling the tears spill onto her cheeks, as she saw the man, her father.

Muna was seeing him now for the very first time.The toddler had fear in her eyes as the dark shadow of her father loomed over them both as he bent over the two of them he started to cry. Lifting his wife into his arms, asking for her forgiveness, as he didn’t mean it, he hadn’t meant it, as once again his temper and rage had flared taken over by the drink which consumed his soul. 

He was distraught and ran back into the cabin. Muna saw the toddler sitting at the side of her Mother pulling at her sleeve for her to wake up.  It was then a large Bang now echoed out into the air, not only sending a shudder through Muna, but she saw the toddler visibly jump, afraid of the noise, frightened and confused now no longer feeling her mother’s warmth, she watched as the toddler climbed onto her mother, hugging her as her blood still oozed out onto the ground from the back of her head. She saw the smoke now curl up around the edges of the cabin as it swept across the yard like a thick mist. The toddler lay curled in a ball sobbing on her Mother’s breast ………………..

Muna came too from her Vision, curled in the centre of the medicine wheel in a tight ball, the sky was now dusk as the Sun began to set the air had taken on a chill.. She sat up within her circle of stones feeling the tears upon her own cheeks.. She looked at the setting Sun her thoughts in a muddle for a second until she recalled she was on the mountain within her Vision Quest. Thanking Grandfather Sky and all her ancestors that had helped her to see her vision, Muna sat and thought upon all she had been shown.

It had  explained much more than Aponi had ever told her about the passing of her Mother and Father. Why had her Grandmother never told her the truth of how her parents had passed. All she had been told that her father was white and had struggled all his life with drink. As soon as Muna had been old enough to ask about her Mother she was always told it was in a tragic fire from which she had been rescued. When Muna had enquired how such a fire had started and wanted to learn more. Aponi had always dismissed her inquisitive questioning by saying..

“ When you are older Child, the Great Spirit will reveal All to you when the time is ripe, then your journeying will begin.”   Yet Muna had also heard the rumours from the village folk and had heard the whispers of turned heads looking her way of Murder and a fire, yet she had never dared ask if this was true fearing the worse of why she was orphaned .. But now she knew her Father had not murdered her Mother, but his rage had contributed to her tragic death.

Muna reached out for the precious locket and unwrapped it from the hand kerchief. She opened it and touched the lock of raven black hair. The locket had been her mother’s the only thing she had.

Muna then took the candle which had toppled over and gone out, she secured it upright by digging it into the earth, and relit it, sending a prayer to her Mother, and one for her Father asking that they both now rest in peace as she hoped now that her mind would be eased as at last she was able to recall those blurred visions of a toddler. 

So many Fears stem from the memories engraved within the growing pains of a child.. She saw now the reason she disliked loud noises and the shadows which always seemed so menacing. She also knew the truth of her deep-seated Fear.

She began to understand Aponi’s words of becoming the observer. Muna saw how her perception through being traumatized when her father’s shadow had blocked out the Sun when he had bent down over her Mother had created the fear, coupled with the loud bang.. She realised her father had killed himself then set their home on fire such was his anguish. 

She saw too how everyone must have thought her father had murdered her mother and presumed the truth. How easy it is she thought to judge, yet not be in full possession facts. She would obeserve more often in future rather than jump to conclusions she thought. 

She took another sip of her water, and was just going to stand up and make a fire, when she heard a voice.. She looked left and right of her, as she was uncertain as to where the voice had come from, it startled her to realise the voice was inside her head, But so clear did it speak..

“This is just the beginning of your Journey, Little One, You now have faced the fear of the past, now you have to face the fear of the future..”

Muna didn’t understand, but she soon would………………….

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This is the last of the series Vision Quest for a while    … I hope you enjoyed this lengthier last episode..

© Sue Dreamwalker 2010- 2016 All rights reserved.

Vision Quest 6~ Reflections of Self

The first parts of this Story can be found HERE Wolf-Reflections-Within.png

 Muna turned to what was the South wall in the garden and saw many large mirrors embedded within it, twisted around them was variegated ivy in many shades of green.

The summer Sun reflecting light that dazzled the eye, illuminating her mind, showing her that all things have a cycle, She heard the birds again singing in the distance communicating with each other along with the tinkling of bells as she saw then that there were also many tiny mirrors which had been hung in amongst the trees that twisted and turned in the breeze, and yet here there was no breeze. These smaller mirrors faced back through the larger ones and the illusion of mirror within mirror where ever Muna looked down an endless wall of more mirrors until they disappeared into the distance..

The thought then came so clear, we are all fragments of the One mirror, all reflections of one another, we are within each other each seeing a different perspective going on and on.. One within one like a hologram.. All ONE contained with the smallest of pieces..

She saw the mists rise within the garden revealing many hidden treasures.. These were statues of birds, and animals, as she looked closer she saw many of these statues of Butterflies and Dragonflies and ornaments had been partially covered by the tall grasses and weeds which surround the edges of the garden.

The Animals were calved pieces of wood, each animal was set doing a task.. The Beaver was nibbling his way through a log, there were birds building nests and within a wooden carving was a spider weaving her web, and on another was a Turtle burying her eggs.

All things were striving to build a nest she thought, all in different ways all working so hard to achieve, and yet they all knew instinctively how to do so, no one showed them how, they just did it.

They all never gave up. If the Beaver’s Dam burst then they would build another, if a nest got destroyed in a storm the nesting pair would mate again and build another. The spider would build another web when hers got torn, and the Turtle she travelled thousands of miles to return to the same shore where she was born and yet no one had shown them how. 

Muna then knew what she was being shown. She should always trust her emotions, her instincts were built inside her too for a reason and she should never give up, but always follow them despite the obstacles that would be thrown in her path.

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OK  Tomorrow One More part to come,  as  I am sure you have had more than enough of this story for now… Not much more before the end of Muna’s Vision Quest as she seeks answers to her fears. And it will not be long before I am back to moderate all your pending comments..

There is more to this story the Vision Quest’s Chapter, But I will post those after my return..

© Sue Dreamwalker 2010- 2016 All rights reserved.

This is part of a Scheduled post.. I will reply to comments upon my return..

Love and Blessings Sue

Vision Quest 4~ The Four Directions

You can follow the beginning  of the Vision Quest in small Parts which start  HERE

Muna enters her Medicine Wheel and speaks to the Four Directions as she requests help with her Vision Quest from her ancestors

 

The Four Directions Continued:

Muna spoke in a calm clear voice, as she entered her circle from the east setting her mind with her intention she stood within the middle of it.

“I welcome you Great Spirit, Earth Mother, and Powers of the Four Directions… I welcome my ancestors and all who love me..I ask that you grant me a vision, help me to shed all that I no longer need, Help me understand my true self, help me chase away the shadows”..

Muna then lit the candle which she had secured in the earth, it flickered in the breeze, she blew hard again upon the sage and made more smoke encircle around herself.

She closed her eyes for a few moments and breathed deep asking within her mind for the vision to commence as she stood within the cocoon of energy she had created for herself. Muna mentally asked the living Spirits in nature to come and bring their energy to help her in her Quest. Opening her eyes she faced the larger stone on the compass point of the East which was dedicated to Air, which signified spring, a gateway to the mental plane. Muna offered her sacred prayer bowing in acknowledgement and asked for her inner knowledge to be released.

“Open the gate of the East that I may share your energy, renew my spirit within your breath of Spring, clear the cobwebs of my thoughts so that I can see clearly from my heart”

She then turned to the South which represented summer, emotions and water, as she thought of the days at the lakeside with her friend, she acknowledged the South with a nod of her head in a reverent bow.

“Oh great South the land of the Sun, where no bird needs a map to guide them to the warmth, for you guide them back home. Guide me on my journey, help me see my own path, help me conquer my fears, let me lay them to rest. Help me see the journey before me and those who will help me fulfil my destiny.”

Next she turned to the West, the Fire of Autumn and blessed the spiritual realm for coming, asking for illumination.

“Great Fire of the West, allow your flame to blend with that of my candle, illuminate the darkness with your cleansing flame. Allow your flame to burst the seeds of knowledge, I ask that my ancestors come and bring their wisdom to help me upon this Quest” As Muna finished speaking the breeze picked up flickering her candle flame before the flame settled and grew even stronger in height.

The last stone she turned to was the North, The Earth stone representing winter the Physical Body and Wisdom. Sending once again her thoughts out she now sat down at the centre with her Dream-catcher, Sage, Locket, and Candle appearing like a little altar in front of her within her Medicine Wheel.

“I call upon the North, let your winds sweep away the mists that I fear so.. Let them cover the land bringing the flakes of cleansing snow to protect the land, so that the small creatures can feel the warm of its blanket. Let it bring the much-needed water to the lakes, and trees. I ask that you bring me the wisdom that will help me be stronger to face the storms in life help me trust my heart”

Sitting with legs now crossed, taking a deep breath, Muna closed her eyes and once again asked for a blessing around the circle. Breathing in deeply allowing herself to relax and go deeper within each breath. Muna breathed in she felt the energies spiralling from the middle of her circle, she felt her head spinning along with them.

The earth beneath her seemed to vibrate as the land of Day and Dreams merged in one as Muna was swept into her Vision Quest.

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The Stories of Muna have been Scheduled I will be back to reply to your comments as soon as possible when I return from holiday. Many thanks for your patience

Love and Blessings Sue..

Vision Quest part 3

To continue the story of Muna, who was having recurring nightmares, her Grandmother Aponi had suggested she go off on a Vision Quest to confront her Demons. Aponi had taught Muna the Ancient ways of her tribe and so Muna had set off up into the mountains for her Vision Quest.

Parts One and Two can be found HERE

The story continues:

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The Ceremony Begins. 

Aponi had taught Muna well, saying the Medicine Wheel was a physical representation of the sacred circle that encompassed all life., that it had outer manifestation and inner force.  On a deeper level it represented the Universe and all matter that which was animate and inanimate. It represented Life, Death and rebirth,  she told Muna she must separate the circle into four segments, each segment represented the elements, Fire, Air, Water and Earth. And each were represented by the Four Directions of the compass.

So Muna set off in search of some stones she took well over an hour searching and feeling the energy of the stones and placed them in a large circle and divided the centre into four segments, next she opened up her bag and took out some of the things she had hurriedly packed at dawn.

She brought out a bundle of Sage, a lighter some tobacco, and a small white candle. Muna also had a locket which was her prized possession she unwrapped carefully from the coloured silk kerchief which she always kept it in.  Lovingly she places this within the circle. She took out a small jar which held some cornmeal and sprinkled some in the circle symbolising protection and abundance. Lastly was her Dream-catcher which she placed beside the medicine wheel.

Muna looked around at the flowers, wondering if she should pick some to place within the circle too.. But she knew the moment she picked them, their life would be extinguished, so Muna silently sent up a prayer offering instead the beauty of the mountain flowers all around her and offered the circle her tobacco which is sacred to the Great Spirit, saying “Grandfather sky and Grandmother Earth, protect my sacred circle with love, that I may find my answers”.

She now looked around her at the beauty of Mother earth as she looked high into the blue sky, and saw the glint of the sun on the lake far below.. The Vision Quest was about to start.

“Make this your ritual Muna, go with your own instincts I have told you how, but you follow your own guidance and thoughts, this is your ceremony” Aponi had said as Muna had packed her bag that morning. She now lit the sage bundle and blew on it until the embers glowed red, she took the sage bundle and moved it around her head and over her body, smudging herself and allowing the smoke to flow around and about her body. Muna felt the urge to hum, and started to sing one of the songs she often heard Aponi singing, She smiled to the sky and she offered her love to the Earth, and placed the cornmeal and the tobacco in the centre of the circle sprinkling more, still smudging herself and her circle. “Be sure to sing out loud and speak out so that the Spirit People can hear you” Aponi had said.. “ you need to wake them up, tell them how beautiful they are and wait and sense them Muna, you will sense their presence.”.

© Sue Dreamwalker  2010-2016 All rights reserved.

 

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Vision Quest 2~ Short Story

 Well here is another episode of the Vision Quest.. There will be a few more until the outcome of the Vision Quest is revealed to Muna.. For those here for the first time the first part of this story can be found HERE. 

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As the dawn broke and the memory of the shadow within her dream still haunted her waking,  she decided to do as Aponi had suggested and go out on her vision quest. Aponi had long since told her how. But Muna had thought the dreams would go, but the fear inside was something Muna couldn’t quell, she needed to confront her dreamtime and find out what the Great Spirit had to say.

Muna packed a few supplies in a rucksack and said her farewells to her grandmother who nodded approvingly at the door as she made her way to a sacred spot high upon the mountain side. It took Muna several hours to walk the distance to the spot she knew and loved so well.

“Now pick your spot well Muna”, her grandmothers words came back as she strode purposely to the place on the mountain she had in her mind.  “You must be sure it’s the right spot for you Muna, Ceremony and Rituals are all important and many mark the rites of passage”, Aponi had explained how Ceremony allows for a deeper understanding between human nature and the Divine realms, which are inner enactments of Spiritual voyages.

The method Aponi had taught Muna was the Sacred Circle. She had told Muna to go about and build her circle by finding stones or twigs and place them in a circle in which to sit during a vision retreat within one’s self, her words echoed yet again.

“When you enter your circle, you are entering a place of sacred prayer it is a place of peace and calm it is Tuwanasaapi which means a place of belonging, your true home. The medicine wheel is the point you create to make a passage from the visible to the invisible realms, and Muna it is the place where one opens ones heart, where one unmasks the true self, it is the place of thankfulness and where one can reach out to the stars. The medicine wheel is a place where you build your own power within the sanctuary of spinning energy you alone can create this Muna. For only you can connect to your heart where all knowledge is kept, it is time you unlocked its secrets that you have buried so deep. You will feel the light and the sound of it, as it helps you shed off your old self as it renews your spirit with purified love. Set your intention Muna,  cast off your shadows and embrace the love within.”

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So Muna found herself a grassy spot after much searching, one that felt just right that overlooked a wonderful view of the lake in the valley below. Here the trees were more sparse and the fear of the shadow seemed now to dim in the light of the wonderful morning light as it spilled its warmth over the valley, showing the many grasses and the meadow flowers as they gently nodded their heads in unison in the gently mountain breeze.

She took a drink of water from her rucksack and her stomach cried out in response as she had not eaten that morning…But she needed to fast, and took note on how much water she had, for her vision Quest could last all day.. if not longer. She was ready to begin.

©  Sue Dreamwalker  2016 All rights reserved.

 

 

Vision Quest! ~ Short Story 1

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A series of  synchronicities has led me to edit and post part of a fictitious story of a vision quest I wrote some years ago now.. The first of these synchronicities were when Nihar and I got into a conversation about writing fiction over at his blog at Makeup & Breakup

The title of one of my chapters that I had been thinking about to post was entitled Vision Quest.. So imagine my surprise to visit not one but two different fellow bloggers who had both posted upon Vision Quests.. The first one being Maria Wind Talker’s Post  Spring Equinox pilgrimage.

The Third prompt from the Universe came from Jamie’s post entitled Vision Seed Fishing at the Dark of the Moon which spoke of Vision Quests. So you know how I respond to the Signs the Universe brings to me.. So below is the first part of that writing if you enjoy it I will post subsequent episodes in the near future.

Vision Quest! The Nightmare..

“You need to confront your fears Muna”, Aponi said as again she had come into Muna’s room to calm her cries as another nightmare had broken the silence of sleep.

“I’ve told you what to do, it’s up to you now to go and do it, and ask the Great Spirit for your answers”.

Muna was sat up now in bed hugging her knees, the tear stains now drying upon her cheeks as once again her nightmare terrors had overtaken her.

This time Muna had seen herself in the Forest again, knowing she was being watched with that familiar feeling she always got in her dreams.  But this time instead of being able to run, she found herself rooted to the spot. She had watched her feet as she had willed herself to run.. ‘Run’ she had repeated in her head ‘Run’… over and over as she looked over her shoulder to the shadows that crept ever nearer in her dream. But her feet were stuck fast, she had watched them sinking within the earth. Pools of water seeped up around them making a bog, sucking her down she was being engulfed in water as it slowly crept up her calves anchoring her to the spot.

Terrified she was going to drown and trying with all her might to free herself, the harder she struggled the quicker she was sinking. All the time the Shadow from the Woods drew closer and closer as the daylight failed. Colder and colder she became shivering from cold and fear as those strange mists came up from the forest floor behind the trees.

She heard the screech of the Night owl and heard the beat of its wings as it took off from its night perch. Muna’s heart beat faster, as she looked around in all directions as she knew the Night owl had come for her, and there was no escape so she closed her eyes as the owl got closer, she heard another screeching sound so loud it echoed within her head.

Muna found herself sitting bolt upright in her bed her arms flaying around in all directions as if she was defending herself as she fought off the owl of her dreams.

Aponi was now sat as she had so often done in the past when Muna was smaller on the edge of her bed, she understood much, but said little. She had helped Muna understand her dreams and had try to teach her not to fear them, But to embrace them as they held much wisdom if one cared to look deep within them.

But Muna couldn’t shake the fear of the Shadow, even though Muna was now no longer a child but a young woman in her teens. Aponi had told her several weeks ago that she needed to go within to find her own answers and she must go on a Vision Quest and seek the answers to her nightmares. And so once again Aponi spoke to Muna saying.

“Only you can confront your fears Muna for only you give them life”.

 

©  Sue Dreamwalker  2016 All rights reserved.

The Tale of The Flowers.

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Muna’s  Flower Garden

Muna’s vision of her grandmother’s lessons of Natures magic faded as she found herself once again within the field of her dreams.

Muna found she was now walking towards a huge tree which outlined the horizon which was in the haze of the bright light which seemed to penetrate all and everything around her.

She looked down at the flowers they too seemed to shine their brilliance; she felt such love pouring out from all the beautiful varieties she saw.  It was as if the flowers were all speaking to her as she could feel each one as she walked through them as they showed her that love was within every living thing.

She bent down to touch  one of the many  small daisy like flowers that lined this beautiful meadow she found herself walking in, still bare foot she could feel the grasses beneath her feet and the warmth of the earth, as the love from this place oozed through the soles of her feet.

 As she touched the flower she noticed too how her hands glistened with the same luminescence which the flowers and grasses exuded, like millions of glistening dewdrops upon her skin. The moment Muna touched the flower it was as if she instantly knew the thoughts of every flower as if they had somehow become one and Muna could read the flowers thoughts..

“ Please pick me, you won’t harm me, Please pick me” she looked at its perfect bloom and looked deep into its centre as she studied the stamens and saw how delicate and intricate was its construction with each petal perfectly formed. She turned to look at the flower next to it and she reached to touch its petals which were a delicate shade of pink and again she was aware again of the flowers thoughts wanting to be picked.

Memories of Aponi her Grandmother came back to Muna, as she heard within her mind her beloved Grandmother’s voice saying, “ Take nothing your do not need girl, nature gives us everything, we only take that which we need” she could see her Grandmother as she had been on that day as they had so often gone into the woods together collecting for her store cupboard. Bending over the fungi, and picking the mushrooms and blackberries, digging deep in the soil for the root herbs.  “ Never waste a Life, For remember Muna, all things are living, even the rocks, so only take that which you need”..

Looking at the Flower now, Muna touched it gently and held it to her cheek and she smiled at the memory… Thanking it silently within her mind for giving its beauty for her to share..

It was then as she saw as if by magic, all the flowers bow in unison within the field as if in acknowledgement to her thought.. She smelt the heady fragrance of the flowers as they gave off their beautiful perfume… She closed her eyes to the brightness of the place and she sat for a moment within the blooms as their perfume made her dizzy. She held the flower close to her face it was as if it whispered in her ear…

And so the Tale of the Flowers tumbled into her mind as the flowers spoke to her..

 So as she closed her eyes Muna was told the Story of the Flowers..

She was told why the flowers came to Earth… She was told that Earth was such a drab place before the plant life came, but they were created to bring colour and Joy…

“Our purpose” said the flower “is to heal and give love, and to open your hearts to the beauty and splendour of all life and to give it colour and fragrance. We give our lives up freely for our purpose is to bloom and die, giving love to those who pick us. For upon the Earth the moment we are plucked we return to the source of all light, this field we now reside in”.

Muna looked up at all the wonderful flowers and saw the many colours and varieties that surrounded her, she sat and listened intently.

“We are with you all your lives, you turn to us for many reasons and many occasions, we come at your birth and celebrate your arrival upon the Earth Mother. We come with your first love within the petals of your first red rose. We celebrate in your birthdays and anniversaries, and we come when you just need a smile to cheer your day. We just love to populate your gardens and parks and when it’s time for your last journey we come to brighten up your sad hearts as we bring you to our field of remembrance. We come to you with every thought your love ones bring.”

“We flower in your Summer, But our joy is in your Spring

 We are ever present, for our love we always bring

And even in your winter we bloom amid the snow

For flowers are part of every living thing you know”

Muna smiled as she let go of the flower, gently touching its delicate form, she said thank you for all the times she was given their gifts as they sacrificed their end of their Earth life as they were plucked and so died. And she remembered the many times she had plucked a flower or received one.

She stood up from her place within the flowers and continued to walk the Summerland in her very own field of dreams, for as she looked around at the flowers, these were the very same she had picked or had been given throughout all her life.

© Sue Dreamwalker 2010- 2015 All rights reserved.

I wrote this tale as part of a story some years ago.. I resurrected it as I read an enchanting story on Meg’s Blog Megdekorne entitled One Hundred Kisses . It made me realise I wanted to post something fanciful .

But as its Spring I wanted to bring a tribute to the Flowers and say thank you for all of their very special Gifts.  As I thank each and every one of you for bringing your Gifts of love to my pages.

Love and Blessings for a Beautiful Happy Week

~Sue~

 

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