Dec 29th, 2012
When I awaken, I have the instinct to go to my Ladanka and consult the deer-teeth. Given many months ago for the purpose of divination – not for personal gain – I ask the teeth if I am, indeed, supposed to make a fire-offering on behalf on my friend. I have not been given directives in a dream like this before – to hold a burning for another – and I want to make sure this is actually the medicine being asked for. All of the teeth align with a clear "Yes."
~*~
I am in the deeper forest of the Sacred Grove. It has been 2 days, just as the Coiled One asked of me. The walk here was wet – rains began just after I left the property.
I make offerings, asking Coiled One if I refer to him as Ma.
He says, "Male or female makes no difference. We are all Ma to you."
Before I even collect my thoughts, he asks, "Do you know why you are here?"
"No..." I speak reflexively. And as an afterthought I add, "To meet my Teacher?"
"Close your eyes and listen."
I hear the sound of the rains – water hitting leaves and branches overhead and on the ground. I relax into the rhythms when I suddenly hear the sounds of someone approaching. My heart jumps – I open my eyes, startled, and look all around. I see no one.
"Why do you fear? Close your eyes and open your heart - let him connect."
Unsure who "him" is, my body still holding fear, I am unable to open and let go completely, though I want to.
"He is all around. Call for him in a burning. He will come. Open. Let him come."
At one point I sense "him" above me, and sense him flit through the trees – a gentle apparition of movement. And then he is beside me in the forest. I wonder where he is from... Is he an ancestor, or alive? Is he spirit of forest, or one who has passed? Is he Gaia? Or Great Mother/ Father Spirit?
"We are all Great Spirit in some form. No, this teacher is one for you to connect with for now. To guide you."
I think back to a fire when I first sensed him, many months ago. He is powerful.
"You must be prepared for him. Listen to him. Do as he says and guides you. Obey his teachings and directives. He does not play around."
I feel cold and wet. My hands are getting excruciatingly painful. "Is there anything else today?"
"You must go one more," he says.
I understand that "go one more" means go deeper in the forest to find the next Ma...
I look into the forest. A bush catches my eye. I walk there and am urged "one more." I see an emanation of Ma and know she is not the one. Deeper yet, I see an old Ma next to a fallen tree. I fumble through my offering pouch with numb fingers and manage to get some tobacco and sage to place at her base. I am growing colder and wetter by the moment as the rains increase.
She says, "Look around."
I do, and see clusters of Ma to my left, all quite old. There are perhaps 6 or 7 hanging from a tree, forming a wall or hanging-sheet. Another Ma is to my right, and one more behind me.
The Coiled One led me to another Grove, hidden deeper in the forest.
"This will be your safe haven, out of sight. We will teach you here. This will be your home."
She gives instructions through images – I am to make a new prayer water from the branch she offers, so she may be with me. And I am to include Dark Ma as well.
"Is there anything else for today?" I ask. My clarity and attention wane with the wet and cold.
"Just remember your way child. Remember your way. Greet the others and then go."
~*~
In evening I gather items for a small fire. It is a struggle in the dampness to get the fire started. After much effort, it finally lights and I immediately make offerings and prayers for my friend. Nodules of frankincense represent all that needs to be transmuted or healed – all that was held in his wallet. A rich and heady scent smoulders and rises from the shallow flame.
The fire sputters out and I try to revive it. Semi-successful as I blow a few breaths and prayers to help fan the flame, I give thanks to the Teachers. As I take another inhale, the fire really dies out, so I tidy up, and retreat inside for the night. Moments after I close the door, I hear my neighbours drive up the laneway returning from their trip out East and see them park only feet from where I had been praying.
There is wisdom and synchronicity in this universe. I am often just too dense to see it!
A friend sends me his wallet. Black
leather, rectangular, it contains a letter which I begin to read. Part way
through reading it, I open the wallet. It is filled with photos, notes,
and memorabilia. Once I begin looking through it all, I realise it will not all
fit back in again. As if he had folded and tucked all his memories neatly
(miraculously) into the folds of the wallet – once it came spilling out, there would
be no going back in. Looking forward to reading the rest of the letter and
finding out what he wants me to do with it – why did he send this to me? – I am still struggling with closing
the wallet and figuring out what to do with all the things. I ask aloud, to
myself "what am I to do with this?" A female voice replies from
somewhere around, behind, and above me, “Burn it.” Immediately I know
this to be my teacher and I am to offer this on his behalf to the fires.
When I awaken, I have the instinct to go to my Ladanka and consult the deer-teeth. Given many months ago for the purpose of divination – not for personal gain – I ask the teeth if I am, indeed, supposed to make a fire-offering on behalf on my friend. I have not been given directives in a dream like this before – to hold a burning for another – and I want to make sure this is actually the medicine being asked for. All of the teeth align with a clear "Yes."
~*~
I am in the deeper forest of the Sacred Grove. It has been 2 days, just as the Coiled One asked of me. The walk here was wet – rains began just after I left the property.
I make offerings, asking Coiled One if I refer to him as Ma.
He says, "Male or female makes no difference. We are all Ma to you."
Before I even collect my thoughts, he asks, "Do you know why you are here?"
"No..." I speak reflexively. And as an afterthought I add, "To meet my Teacher?"
"Close your eyes and listen."
I hear the sound of the rains – water hitting leaves and branches overhead and on the ground. I relax into the rhythms when I suddenly hear the sounds of someone approaching. My heart jumps – I open my eyes, startled, and look all around. I see no one.
"Why do you fear? Close your eyes and open your heart - let him connect."
Unsure who "him" is, my body still holding fear, I am unable to open and let go completely, though I want to.
"He is all around. Call for him in a burning. He will come. Open. Let him come."
At one point I sense "him" above me, and sense him flit through the trees – a gentle apparition of movement. And then he is beside me in the forest. I wonder where he is from... Is he an ancestor, or alive? Is he spirit of forest, or one who has passed? Is he Gaia? Or Great Mother/ Father Spirit?
"We are all Great Spirit in some form. No, this teacher is one for you to connect with for now. To guide you."
I think back to a fire when I first sensed him, many months ago. He is powerful.
"You must be prepared for him. Listen to him. Do as he says and guides you. Obey his teachings and directives. He does not play around."
I feel cold and wet. My hands are getting excruciatingly painful. "Is there anything else today?"
"You must go one more," he says.
I understand that "go one more" means go deeper in the forest to find the next Ma...
I look into the forest. A bush catches my eye. I walk there and am urged "one more." I see an emanation of Ma and know she is not the one. Deeper yet, I see an old Ma next to a fallen tree. I fumble through my offering pouch with numb fingers and manage to get some tobacco and sage to place at her base. I am growing colder and wetter by the moment as the rains increase.
She says, "Look around."
I do, and see clusters of Ma to my left, all quite old. There are perhaps 6 or 7 hanging from a tree, forming a wall or hanging-sheet. Another Ma is to my right, and one more behind me.
The Coiled One led me to another Grove, hidden deeper in the forest.
"This will be your safe haven, out of sight. We will teach you here. This will be your home."
She gives instructions through images – I am to make a new prayer water from the branch she offers, so she may be with me. And I am to include Dark Ma as well.
"Is there anything else for today?" I ask. My clarity and attention wane with the wet and cold.
"Just remember your way child. Remember your way. Greet the others and then go."
~*~
In evening I gather items for a small fire. It is a struggle in the dampness to get the fire started. After much effort, it finally lights and I immediately make offerings and prayers for my friend. Nodules of frankincense represent all that needs to be transmuted or healed – all that was held in his wallet. A rich and heady scent smoulders and rises from the shallow flame.
The fire sputters out and I try to revive it. Semi-successful as I blow a few breaths and prayers to help fan the flame, I give thanks to the Teachers. As I take another inhale, the fire really dies out, so I tidy up, and retreat inside for the night. Moments after I close the door, I hear my neighbours drive up the laneway returning from their trip out East and see them park only feet from where I had been praying.
There is wisdom and synchronicity in this universe. I am often just too dense to see it!
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