May 29, 2017
I am at the Tree near the cabin and have made offerings. For the first time, I have noticed that the companion tree that grows from the same base/ nursing log has an elongated Yoni. The parted lips are perhaps 5 feet long from the base of the tree upward. I place a hand on each tree and stand, listening to both peeper and bull frogs. It is late night, early on the growing crescent of the new moon.
"Trees, what is my role here on the land?" I ask.
They reply in unison, To be the medicine. Pray. Be the medicine.
A series of unformed thoughts and images roll through my mind -- then I ask, "Do we belong here?"
They reply, You belong wherever you are in this moment. And for this moment, you are here.
I continue my inquiry, "What am I to bring to this place? Who am I to be for it?"
Be the medicine. And be the Great Feminine. [A remembered "hissssss" arose as an echo of our former conversation.]
I persist, "Will we remain here?"
No. This is temporary.
I imagined caring for this place, cleaning it up, possibly bringing people here for healing retreats. And, as they read my thoughts, they said, And... What of the water? We have not drank the water since our first few days here. It simply does not taste good -- it smells strange and we do not trust it. And in my heart, with that one simple question, I knew they were right.
"Where do we go next?" I asked.
Interior, they said. Pray. Someone will find you and take you to the place that will be yours [where you live] and it will be like a gift to you.
June 1, 2017
Little pieces coming together. A man showed up yesterday trying to convince my husband to move to his land. While we know it is not the move we want to make, it is a sign of something to come. When he was there, he said he had visited one before many years ago, and he spoke of the "Grandmothers"who used to live here, walk these lands, whom the current owner had purchased the land from.
Ahhh, the Great Feminine who had graced the land and has gone missing, replaced with the broken masculine and feminine, both. These Grandmothers must be who the trees remember. And I, now a grandmother myself, are what they are wanting to have return to the land.
I bring smudge to the yurt site, give blessings to the directions and ancestors, and then bring the smudge to the Nursing Mother. "How do I become a representative of the Great Feminine/ Grandmothers here?"
She replies, Be strong. Grow strong in yourself.
I close my eyes and feel what that would mean here -- deeply rooted to the land, and the rhythm of the cosmos, and also rooted to my own centre. My mind turned to my husband and how quickly I lose that sense of centre and grounding when we are not in sync with one another.
She said, Do not worry about him. Be true to your own path. You must be true to yourself and your spiritual path. All will be well.
Then she said, Listen. Go deeper yet. Go even deeper yet.
And I relaxed, let go of thought, and listened to the night and her from my deeper, clear heart as best I could. As I did so, I sensed entities in the trees -- that I was being watched. They reminded me of the shadow beings I have seen that past few days and nights in the cabin.
They watch, she said. They wait.
I could feel that I could easily slip into fear, but I stayed calm, continuing to sense the presences. And without fully formed questions, Nursing Mother answered me.
They are neither good nor bad. They are neutral. They respond to the dominant one here. They respond to your intentions. They will be helpers of your work on the land, if that is your intention, and they will support you. And, if you sway, if you have negative intentions or fall out of harmony or integrity with yourself, or this place, they will be mischievous tricksters.
I know of whom she speaks, these entities -- faeries and Nature Spirits. I have encountered them for as long as I can remember -- since I was a very young child. One came to me in my 20's as a beautiful little green light to carry a heartfelt prayer on my behalf.
I thought of the owner, and said "I am not the dominant one here. I cannot dominate the land."
And Nursing Mother conveyed that it it the one(s) who hold the strongest ties to the land and its well-being -- the ones who assume "ownership" for its care and are claimed by the land. This is our work, to take on this role.
I then thought of Iceland, and what I have heard about the normalcy of encountering Nature enetities there. She says, The veil is thin there.
I ask, "Should we thin the veil here?"
Do you think that is wise?? Seek your relationship with the land and the entities. Make your water offerings in morning, and prayers. Become the strong feminine. Then can you seek to thin the veil with them here on this land, and not before.
Then she bid me to lay both hands on her.
I dead, and yet I still give life. You too can grow strong (of energy, body, heart and spirit) and give life.
Receive the blessings.
An inner image of a bluish-gray light, shifting and moving, began to kaleidescope my inner vision. And her voice became male. Receive the blessings.
And back and forth, she/ he said over and over, sometimes blending in unison, Receive the blessings.
Receive the blessings. Receive the blessings.
And, after a short while, all slowed, and we were complete.
And they called out to me as I walked away, Return soon, return often...
I am at the Tree near the cabin and have made offerings. For the first time, I have noticed that the companion tree that grows from the same base/ nursing log has an elongated Yoni. The parted lips are perhaps 5 feet long from the base of the tree upward. I place a hand on each tree and stand, listening to both peeper and bull frogs. It is late night, early on the growing crescent of the new moon.
"Trees, what is my role here on the land?" I ask.
They reply in unison, To be the medicine. Pray. Be the medicine.
A series of unformed thoughts and images roll through my mind -- then I ask, "Do we belong here?"
They reply, You belong wherever you are in this moment. And for this moment, you are here.
I continue my inquiry, "What am I to bring to this place? Who am I to be for it?"
Be the medicine. And be the Great Feminine. [A remembered "hissssss" arose as an echo of our former conversation.]
I persist, "Will we remain here?"
No. This is temporary.
I imagined caring for this place, cleaning it up, possibly bringing people here for healing retreats. And, as they read my thoughts, they said, And... What of the water? We have not drank the water since our first few days here. It simply does not taste good -- it smells strange and we do not trust it. And in my heart, with that one simple question, I knew they were right.
"Where do we go next?" I asked.
Interior, they said. Pray. Someone will find you and take you to the place that will be yours [where you live] and it will be like a gift to you.
June 1, 2017
Little pieces coming together. A man showed up yesterday trying to convince my husband to move to his land. While we know it is not the move we want to make, it is a sign of something to come. When he was there, he said he had visited one before many years ago, and he spoke of the "Grandmothers"who used to live here, walk these lands, whom the current owner had purchased the land from.
Ahhh, the Great Feminine who had graced the land and has gone missing, replaced with the broken masculine and feminine, both. These Grandmothers must be who the trees remember. And I, now a grandmother myself, are what they are wanting to have return to the land.
I bring smudge to the yurt site, give blessings to the directions and ancestors, and then bring the smudge to the Nursing Mother. "How do I become a representative of the Great Feminine/ Grandmothers here?"
She replies, Be strong. Grow strong in yourself.
I close my eyes and feel what that would mean here -- deeply rooted to the land, and the rhythm of the cosmos, and also rooted to my own centre. My mind turned to my husband and how quickly I lose that sense of centre and grounding when we are not in sync with one another.
She said, Do not worry about him. Be true to your own path. You must be true to yourself and your spiritual path. All will be well.
Then she said, Listen. Go deeper yet. Go even deeper yet.
And I relaxed, let go of thought, and listened to the night and her from my deeper, clear heart as best I could. As I did so, I sensed entities in the trees -- that I was being watched. They reminded me of the shadow beings I have seen that past few days and nights in the cabin.
They watch, she said. They wait.
I could feel that I could easily slip into fear, but I stayed calm, continuing to sense the presences. And without fully formed questions, Nursing Mother answered me.
They are neither good nor bad. They are neutral. They respond to the dominant one here. They respond to your intentions. They will be helpers of your work on the land, if that is your intention, and they will support you. And, if you sway, if you have negative intentions or fall out of harmony or integrity with yourself, or this place, they will be mischievous tricksters.
I know of whom she speaks, these entities -- faeries and Nature Spirits. I have encountered them for as long as I can remember -- since I was a very young child. One came to me in my 20's as a beautiful little green light to carry a heartfelt prayer on my behalf.
I thought of the owner, and said "I am not the dominant one here. I cannot dominate the land."
And Nursing Mother conveyed that it it the one(s) who hold the strongest ties to the land and its well-being -- the ones who assume "ownership" for its care and are claimed by the land. This is our work, to take on this role.
I then thought of Iceland, and what I have heard about the normalcy of encountering Nature enetities there. She says, The veil is thin there.
I ask, "Should we thin the veil here?"
Do you think that is wise?? Seek your relationship with the land and the entities. Make your water offerings in morning, and prayers. Become the strong feminine. Then can you seek to thin the veil with them here on this land, and not before.
Then she bid me to lay both hands on her.
I dead, and yet I still give life. You too can grow strong (of energy, body, heart and spirit) and give life.
Receive the blessings.
An inner image of a bluish-gray light, shifting and moving, began to kaleidescope my inner vision. And her voice became male. Receive the blessings.
And back and forth, she/ he said over and over, sometimes blending in unison, Receive the blessings.
Receive the blessings. Receive the blessings.
And, after a short while, all slowed, and we were complete.
And they called out to me as I walked away, Return soon, return often...
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