Dry Your Tears! You have a Mission!

Clematis and – Everlasting-Sweetpeas

 The Woman lay looking into her heart, trying to fathom its depths. This melancholy ache of sorrow that swept into her bones, penetrating every cell of her being.

The silence once her beautiful friend, now devoured her in its void of blackness. No matter how loud she called, only the perpetual hissing of static crackled in her ears.

She wanted so desperately to escape her self-imposed prison. Each new day she gave thanks for her countless blessings, giving thanks for natures gifts.  She would work with Mother Earth, tilling the soil, tending her garden, smiling at the miracles of growth as she watched the seeds she had planted grow and mature to bare fruit.

She was given the gift of words, of compassion and understanding, which she spread around like confetti, showering others with love and encouragement, that all was as it should be…

Yet where was her encouragement, where was her guidance?… She had travelled along this road for so, so long, on her lonely journey. Knowing this day, this ‘Time’, would arrive…….   

She knew all her strength would be needed; her inner light now more than ever needed to shine out to guide others to encourage them.  Gaia was counting upon thousands of star-seeds, lightworkers, way showers, whose internal coding was now being activated to help tip the scales that enabled Gaia to open up her own heart that had been trapped and sealed deep within her core by the grip of evil that had penetrated her in long ago Lemurian times which we still all held within our Inner knowing of our memory.

Shamrock~ like the countless stars we are.

The woman turned over, drawing her knees up into the fetal position. A sigh escaped her, releasing her breath she had been unaware she’d been holding.

She had laid there for half a day, too tired to even think. Her eyes leaked salty brine that she tasted upon her lips as she once more sent out a silent plea to her higher self for guidance.  And then, in that moment came a voice.

“ You have to be Strong”, came the answer, “You have to be brave! . You need to call upon your Warrior Spirit, because no one other than you Humans can do the work set out before you”…..  The woman listened, holding her breath, as the inner light behind her closed eyes danced in purple spirals.

“ You signed up for this very moment”… the voice within continued.  “We cannot do it for you. Yes we can give guidance, we can point a way.. But YOU, and only you Humans can dismantle the time line you in essence have created”..  

 The Woman understood only too well, ALL that was in the world in this very moment, was the result of our creation. And it now no longer served us, it was broken. The systems in place no longer served the many, it was designed to serve but a few.

 But we had been so ingrained within its programme, it had taken a Pause, in our Sacred Isolation, to see just what pollution, what damage, we were doing to Gaia and ourselves. 

For the first time people craved open spaces, fresh air, and began noticing birdsong, blue clear skies no longer covered in a web of lines…

The Shift had begun, People became creative, using initiatives, overcoming problems, helping neighbours, finishing projects they had promised themselves for years, but their workloads had left them little time to do.  Here now was Time on their hands.  While others became angry, lashing out in fear.. 

The split showed the differences in poverty and how in places near and far the suffering of those without means got greater, and yet it seemed their governments aid, like always, seemed to neglect those in most need. The Split is showing how the few were wanting to control the masses. The Spilt is showing those who were instigating the divisions…  The Split is showing just whose hearts were in fear, and whose hearts were remaining in love and unity. 

Dahlia’s and Marigolds,Both different, Standing Side by Side.[ Dahlia is a member of the sunflower family (Asteraceae)] But both of One family, Like we are One family the Human Race.

Fear was bombarded over and over, in a world that was splitting in two as the broken system revved up it’s pharmaceutical machines in the background ready to pounce.  While chaos is what those deep controllers want to achieve. As they want to disrupt Unity Consciousness, and hit every Human’s heart as they separated them from family, with Fear of keeping each other safe.     

 We were programmed within a system of greed, control, fear and suffering.  And the controllers of the deep, knew that Gaia was about to rebirth along with humanity in its Consciousness. For now they waged war on every cell within our human consciousness as their grip of fear that in itself was turning back in on itself, causing a Split… 

The split was now showing up more and more, as questions, were posed, as people’s awareness opened up. You could see the divide as you walked down the street.   That something isn’t quite as it should be. Yet fear keeps them silent.

Sweetcorn standing to attention!

 And it sometimes needs a huge event to create the catalyst for the masses to awaken. It may still take more suffering, before those still asleep will begin to question.  We had moved so far from Nature’s purpose on planet Gaia.  We saw only competition, survival of the fittest. When in fact Nature from the macrobiotic Mycelium, the atoms within our cells cooperated and lived in balance with one another.  And it wasn’t until something disrupted that balance those very same cells become the enemy within. Let us not become enemies of each other.    

We Hold the Future within our Hands and Hearts.

Were we not the living organisms upon Gaia? …  Were we not once, aeons ago living in harmony, until Gaia herself was hijacked, plundered, raped, and trapped within this Matrix Construct that has evolved into what we see before us today, by those malevolent forces?

All of these thoughts tumbled through the Woman’s mind. 

“It’s now or Never, to take personal responsibility,”  the voice continued. “ You, along with others, have ALL the Knowledge within you. You cannot rely upon the outer realms. To do so would only create what happened in the past.. You would see them either as Gods or as Enemies. Beware of False Gods! Your Technology is far in advancement of what you are told”

The woman already knew this from other sources, she understood too many things she had never voiced before.

“This is Your Mission, Own it! Your future timeline is up to each of you and how you want to evolve, but remember also, the power of your intent works two-fold. That which you do not want, which you focus upon, also manifests into your reality timeline. Be very careful what you wish for”

She rolled over and sat up. Suddenly she knew…… She thanked her Higher-self-voice.  The fog within her mind clearing. Her tears, now dried.  It was now beyond the time of side-stepping what she knew to be right.. This was a full-on battle within the Consciousness of Humanity… And she no longer could keep silent… She no longer could Consent.. In fact, she didn’t Give her consent.  And would NOT consent to their agenda.

She only hoped others too would emerge out of their cocoons, no longer remaining silent.

The Truth, however painful for Humanity to see, needed exposing. Because so many were unaware of this underbelly of deceit and lies. And the horrors of how this evil game was played.  The Split which those same dark forces were encouragingly igniting. Would be the same self-destruct mechanisms that would implode back in on themselves to devour them in their own webs of deceit.   But first people had to be aware of those horrors… Which none of us want to accept as truth, to be real..  These wounds the woman had held within her own heart for too long..

The woman stood, opening her arms above her head, she pulled in the energy from above, pulling her hands down in the prayer position before her heart, giving thanks for all she had, for all she was, and all she was yet to become..  She gave thanks to Mother Gaia, to all the Nature Spirits, and Guardians of the Flora and Fauna, and for the first time in weeks, the woman hummed softly to herself the song she once sang within her own circle of light..  

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Diving into The Realms of Infinite Possibilities

Dream~Love Song~ Link to Original Dream

The woman entered the silence once more, as she dived deeper into the realms of possibilities.  The pieces of the Jigsaw she had gathered from the past, now jumped into view to be re-jiggled before her eyes.

One by one they reassembled in front of her inner eye as she saw them laid out in front of her vision. One by one they slotted themselves together, each piece made more sense as they rearranged themselves before her, as they stretched out onto the horizon of her gaze.   

This time their colours were sharper, their edges cleaner and clearer, as she rebuilt the picture standing on the inside, the picture was reassembled from the outside in.

She sat within the space yet to be filled by the missing pieces,

and yet the void was filled with LOVE.

There were now only Seven more pieces missing. Instinctively she knew each piece that was missing also represented a year. Was that the years left for her? She was unsure, yet she knew they meant years into the future.  The Woman instinctively knew that when these final pieces were found and placed in position, that would signal the time foretold long ago of  the Total Re-birthing of  Gaia, and a reshaping of the Galaxy, as she saw the Stars fly in all directions. As Gaia transcended into her own higher vibration. 

Jigsaw Art.

 

 The picture was magnificent, almost completed.  A pang of memory flooded her mind, as she understood the urgency to complete the whole picture.  Time was no longer running in the linear. She took a deep breath… She smiled to herself… She had all the time she needed, for had she not completed all she had set out to do?…. Almost!

For years she had been gathering each piece, and now here she sat, crossed legged upon the ground as the pieces all flew into place, creating a Kaleidoscope of colour, each piece a different image.   

Time ticks as the earth watches wait.

She saw the hands on the clock within her vision, the Tick-Tock of Time ticking, speeding its pace, she understood why it was people sensed Time was speeding faster. There was hardly any more time left. We were already standing on the 11th hour of the clock.  And there was no time left to fix what was already destroyed. 

11:11

The only thing left is to fix is ourselves!

The woman’s journey had taken many life times to propel her into the one she now found herself living in.

Some of these lives she remembered, some she did not. But each one the essence of her higher-self had travelled with whomever she had elected to be. Whether it be Boy or Girl.  The bad guy or the good guy.

She saw the piece representing the boy she remembered, as he sat all day long weaving cloth of many colours in intricate patterns. Knowledge of which was passed down throughout the male generations father to son.  The loom would be worked back and forth with bare feet as the shuttle was passed through by hand.  The boy took his transition sitting as he normally did at the loom, as the building collapsed around him as the Earth shuddered.

She saw how we all weaved our different threads into the Matrix of the Universe, each thread separated, yet all the colours, all the various strengths, be is Silk, Cotton, Wool, ALL were woven together in the Blanket of Life. 

Another life was set among the slave ships, a life well-remembered, one which although traumatic in its memory, brought great healing forward into this life the woman now held.

Then there was the girl, the one with the young baby that cried no more. Such grief held as she walked from the wagon carrying the hand-made shawl into the blizzard, never to be found.

So many lives, so many lessons, each one propelling her into the Now.  The woman saw the pieces of her lives slotting together, knowing beyond knowing that this was her final Earth Incarnation.

This beautiful planet was destined long ago to evolve, transform and transcend to take its rightful place among the stars

Monday‎, ‎16‎ ‎October‎ ‎2017 11:54 am. above our home.

No longer would Earth be held as jailer to those held as prisoners.

The Truth would soon set them Free!

Gaia had repeatedly tried to warn the masses, but only those waking up began to heed her repeated warnings. Now something greater was about to unfold. Something everyone would have to take notice of. She paused in her centre, as she shuddered at the thought. But each soul had agreed to play their part. 

All was as it should Be… Nothing would alter the path already set.. The only path we could alter was our own, and alter our own ways of Being. She wondered how many would wake up to themselves?  A deep Sigh escaped her lips. But every action has a consequence.  And what had been put into motion Aeons ago, now had to be put into reverse..

All was written in the Stars, if one only dived deep enough!. 

The woman looked  at how she had originally discovered the pieces of her jigsaw, taking many years to collect, she had had to search for each one, picking them up, turning them over this way and that. So many pieces looked the same, until you delved deeper into each one.

A life time of gathering all the pieces of the puzzle. Trying to make sense of things she had at first dismissed as being fanciful. Yet the furthermore down the rabbit hole she travelled, more and more of the pieces backed each other up

The Truth is just waiting to be found if one turns over the right pieces to put them all together. She reached out picking over some of the pieces that had led her to gather many more.  Gaia herself had provided many clues, as had the stars and the Ancients teachers from Africa, to the Prophecies of the Hopi’s, echoed by Edgar Cayce,Nostradamus, Dragons and Red Dwarfs, Pyramids  and Hieroglyphs along with oh so many more.. 

Then as she got to the centre of her puzzle she saw how bright some of the pieces were as their names jumped up to greet her..

Discovering Self

Awareness

Mindfulness,

Forgiveness,

Service to Others

Empathy

Acceptance

Worthiness

Self-Love

The woman understood oh so much more than she once did. But how could she ever explain a Seven Billion Plus Jigsaw of which she was but one piece and yet part of the Whole.. 

She knew she never could.

Each now had to search and find their own Missing Pieces and learn how to slot them all together.

Coming to their own centres of understanding. No longer did we need to look outside, for all answers were to be found inside. If one dared to Dive deeper into the realms of Infinite Possibilities.

A Soul is a Soul no matter what gender no matter what race, no matter what religion.

She picked up the one marked Creation!

Who knows whatRevelationscould be discovered if one found all the pieces.

 

A muse of thoughts, from sitting in the Silence~

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Many thanks for reading and remember

Keep making the most of  your Now Moments!

Love and Blessings

❤ Sue ❤

 

 

The Elder~ The Pathfinder~ Part 1.

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

Mole

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

©Sue Dreamwalker 2017.

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