A Tricky Topic

This is a tough topic.  It shouldn’t be because it’s something we will all achieve eventually.  It’s the last thing that most of us will do in this lifetime although some do it a couple of times, usually thanks to modern medicine.  I’m talking about death and grief.  If this is a sensitive subject at this time for you, it’s probably best not to read further just now.  This is just my view, at this stage in my life.  I know some people will worry that I’m struggling in some way, but no I just feel this is a topic with a taboo that we need to re-assess.  It shouldn’t be something to fear.

This ramble was triggered by a Face Book friend who has just written that she had to say goodbye to her dog after an emergency trip to the vets.  It’s such a time of sadness, when you loose a fur baby and friends gather around offering support and condolences, but I have a very different view that could be difficult for some folk to comprehend.

I’ve never feared death.  It’s a part of the experience of living.  None of us can escape it.  It’s the unknown that often scares us and the fear that many of us experience is mainly due to centuries of religious fear of going to Hell if you are bad.  And let’s be honest, we are all ‘bad’ at times.  It’s part of being human.  I bet there is not one person reading this who has not stolen something – even if it’s just a paperclip from the office or ten minutes of someone’s time when they were in a hurry.  In this scenario, Hell must be a busy place!

When someone I know passes, of course there is sadness and grief, but for me it is also a time of celebration.  This person (including fur babies) was in my life for a reason and my life is so much richer for having known that person, and hopefully that person gained much for having me in their life for a time too.

It is so easy to get caught up in the sorrow of someone passing.  You may disagree or want to argue with me, but I see that sorrow as also a little selfish.  Don’t, please, get me wrong, I also don’t see ‘selfish’ as a bad emotion although it can be.  The sorrow is because that person is no longer there.  You cannot interact with them anymore.  They are missing in your life.  They have left a hole that is going to be difficult to fill.

In our sorrow, we often forget the good times we shared with that person.  At least for a while.  For me this is the crux of grieving, the ultimate thing to be sad about – we forget for a time how much richer we are for having known that person.

When someone passes we all offer sympathy: “So sorry for your loss.”  “My condolences.”  We just don’t know what to say to bring comfort and that brings a level of awkwardness and sometimes friends just drop away when they are needed most, simply because they don’t know how to help.

For me, the way to help is to remember the good times.  The Joy and Laughter you shared together.  The giggles and the mischief, the times you sat into the middle of the night discussing world affairs, the hugs.  Remember the funny quirks that you teased him or her about, the things he or she taught you.  Remember and be thankful for the Love you shared, but most of all, don’t focus on the sadness.  It isn’t disrespectful to giggle at a funeral when you are remembering with Love.

When my first husband passed 20 years ago, I wanted to hold an old-fashioned wake.  Not one where everyone stands around, dressed in black with serious expressions on their faces, and softly spoken words.  I wanted a good old knees-up, a remember with Joy And Laughter PARTY!  I wanted ‘funniest thing I can remember about Ian’ games.  I wanted kids to have ‘run like Uncle Ian’ races (he had a very strange way of running).   I had a shed full of car maintenance tools I’d never use and didn’t even know the names of, so I wanted a Grab a Gift from Ian for all the guys into motor racing or car repairs.  I wanted a Moody Blues sing-along.  I wanted to make his life, and the impact it had had on each person there REAL.  I had heaps of practical support from many wonderful people, but people are so conditioned to celebrating the sadness; the absence of the person that they just couldn’t cope with my need to celebrate the good and the funny quirks that made Ian who he was.

What all this rambling is ultimately saying is yes, the time that someone transitions is sad, but don’t let the sadness overpower the richer memories.  The Joy and the Laughter.  You walked with that person, or fur baby, for a reason and when they leave your life, let the memories be the good ones.

I’m not old, but I am older and occasionally thoughts of my mortality cross my mind (no, I’m not being morbid so, my loved ones reading this, no need to worry).  I see my eventual time of transition as my greatest adventure,  I get to see, to Know, what comes next!  I am honoured that I got to walk next to you for a while.  Maybe I’ll get chance, like Billy Fingers, to pop back and say Hi!

 

 

The Gympie Pyramid

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Today I realised an ambition to visit the Gympie Pyramid. This is an ancient pyramid in Australia. Yes, you did see that correctly – a pyramid in Australia!

The pyramid is hidden in plain sight. I have driven this road for over 10 years and have never seen it, just bush and absolutely no hint that a whopping big ancient artefact is hidden behind the tall grass and the trees.  We pulled off the road and parked in rough bush and after a little talk about checking for ticks when we get home we set off down a path that was poorly defined until we reached a river with a dirt bridge.  Noels, our guide, gave the gift of tobacco into the water on either side of the bridge showing gratitude for our visit.  We continued walking along a well defined path – a tractor had been along here during the last rains and left tracks in the otherwise natural bushland scrub which were quite intrusive.  Just around the corner we found a sign telling us that we were entering a Sacred Site. The Kabi Kabi hold Sovereign Right to this land since it was returned to the Natives in 1836, but the Department of Main Roads have claimed it in order to build a by-pass around the town of Gympie. They plan to bulldoze this most ancient of monuments!  The Kabi Kabi are, like First Nations around the world, having to fight for their land rights.

We continued past the sign and then turned to start to climb up the side of the hill. There are records that show that just 200 years ago, this pyramid was still mainly intact, but the place was trashed by gold miners seeking an easy way to build homes.  The ready-dressed sandstone blocks were too much of a temptation when the only other option was to transport stone from Brisbane – too far away and too expensive!  Artifacts were stolen, removed or destroyed and now there is little to see other than some stone terraces and a lot of rock scattered around the ground.  Those who disbelieve this is an ancient site have gone on record to say the terraces were built by Italian immigrants and are actually for growing grapes for wine making – despite very poor soil, no water, facing in the wrong direction, a climate most unsuited to grapes and absolutely no record of any Italians in the area during these times!

060.jpgA person who is not awake spiritually, nor sensitive to Energy, would only see a lot of lichen-covered fallen stone with some dry-stone walling set in terraces. But for those who are sensitive – Oh My! The energy is different on every terrace. It is like a progression of raised frequency – each terrace being higher. The lowest obvious terrace grabs you in the gut – heavy and dense – a warning.  The next terrace hits higher – I felt a strong Energy of anxiety whilst my friend thought she was about to vomit. I think she had need to clear something before going higher. As we climbed higher the feeling became lighter and half way up I knew I had been here before and this level was about Welcome.  I have since researched and believe there are actually 7 terraces – one for each of the Chakras maybe?  Certainly many people have mentioned that each level has it’s unique energy and I cannot disagree with this at all.

065The level below the Welcome (Throat Chakra?) Energy showed us the first of the worked stones. This one was about the size of a prone body and has a triangle cut right in the middle of the stone.  My photo isn’t particularly great – I’ve taken the picture at the wrong angle to see the triangle clearly!  It is believed that this stone was the cap stone or even an altar and that it has rolled down from the top.  I climbed onto the stone, right on top of the triangular hole and felt……not much at all!  For me the energy from the stone was pretty insignificant compared to what I was feeling all around me.

On the Welcome level, Noels took us to what I consider the most amazing aspect of the whole pyramid.  A gate.  A stone doorway.  The way the stones are cut in order to fit into each other – well, there is absolutely nothing natural about this.  Two stones have been balanced together at the top, wide at the bottom, to form the entry, and a third stone, worked so that it perfectly fits the angled stones, is flat faced, bevelled edged and has a carved symbol  and a perfectly round tiny half-sphere carved into it.  And if you dig right down into the dirt, you find that the bottom of the “door” stone is perfectly flat.  Noels told me that she had tried, just a couple of weeks previously to insert some type of “spy” camera into the space behind the door – but there was no space large enough for the tiny equipment she used.  the door is a tight fit all around.

071I was very interested in this doorway, but I was even more drawn to a place slightly above and to the left of this spot. This place is so familiar to me.  It was so familiar even though I have never been here in this lifetime.  But I have been here in a past life.   I Knew that I had stood on that place just above and to the left of the door and welcomed people in Ceremony.  I could see it as I stood there, I wasn’t sure of my role -maybe I had been a shaman or priest of some kind – but I was welcoming a group of people to this place and specifically through the doorway.    Although we carried on towards the top,  I knew that I would be back to explore this – we had permission to wander here for as long as we wanted.

This hill most definitely is not terraced for grape growing as some doubters have stated. There are dressed stones everywhere that just feel so obviously not natural formations.  There are three or four stones that have been ground down into deep bowl-like cavities – as if they had been used to grind grain for many, many years.   In moving your hand around the bowl, you can feel how the grain was crushed in a circular method.  Most definitely not natural wearing of the stone. There are more stones with cuts and depressions that are not natural; a fallen stone that is circular in cross-section – like a pillar that has fallen over. There is another that looks like the kind of stone you see in stone circles around the world,  but fallen over and right next to it, another stone that has a perfectly straight-cut side. I saw stones carved so that there is a perfect three-sided right-angle like the corner of a cube; another that looked like a brick carved into the stone I saw a stone that looked like it may once have been a carving of an animal foot, worn down by time and yet another huge rock that seemed to be a toppled statue of some animal – we considered everything from a turtle to a dinosaur to an elephant. I now think it may have been a griffin.

As we climbed to the very top we stepped into a place of Peace. I still have that feeling with me now, hours later.   The trees, the prickly pears, the humming of the mozzies and the bird song.  Even the spider webs festooning everything came together in a glorious feeling of Peace.  For me, it was like climbing up through the Energies of the Chakras to the peaceful Crown Chakra.  The deep connection to Source, Spirit, God – whatever name you choose.  And right at the top, protected by a small grouping of trees is another stone carved to appear like a chair. This is a Place of Power.

We wandered around a little more as a group and then we all, by common accord, sought a place that called to us. I, of course, went back to my place of Welcome.  I wandered around this small area seeking the right place, MY place, but of course, in this Reality Now it’s no longer there. Eventually I settled on a rock just to the left of the doorway. There were thousands of mozzies. So before I started, I had a quick word with Mother Earth and asked her to remind her children not to bite or I couldn’t be responsible if they got squished. Honestly – this is the BEST mozzie protection ever, but you do have to be prepared to allow them to walk on you!

077I dropped into a deep meditation almost immediately and I asked Spirit and my Guides to allow me to learn of my connection to this place. I found myself taking my consciousness into my Third Eye, and then into The Void and finally into this ancient Self. There has been much talk of this pyramid being built by Egyptians. Egyptian hieroglyphs have been found here and other places in Australia. This pyramid, however, is much, much earlier than Ancient Egypt. The connection I Knew is with Lemuria. I don’t know which period – but I do know that I was not a shaman or priest – I was something like a site foreman!!! I was there at the building of this wonderful place. I know that I did indeed welcome people to this gateway half-way up the side of the pyramid and that there is a chamber within the hill that contains 6 bodies.  I suspect, but am not sure that these are the people I welcomed. Important people, gladly entering the chamber.  What their task was, why they were sealed into that chamber, I have no idea.  They entered there in Ceremony, dressed in many feathers.

111I know how the stones were dressed and lifted into place – it was by an Energy seen as a blue/violet light beam.  When I eventually looked at the photos I had taken – you can see a shadow of this beam in some of them. Two beams that meet at right angles. This pyramid was not built as a place of worship – my Knowing tells me it has something to do with a World Map. My friend Herschell was given another clue – more on that later.  There are links with other pyramids – especially those in South America (most of which came later – I don’t think linear time is important) and i need to do some research on this. I am also aware that the height we see in this time is much smaller than the original structure and I, as my ancient self, became very saddened by the desecration of what is possibly one of the oldest places on this planet.

Within my meditation I started to gather Energy from those ancient times I was straddling. This is something I do fairly frequently, although never before whilst straddling two time-lines, so when my arms started to levitate – oh so slowly – and gather energy I, in this time-line, was aware of what was happening.  This was interesting – I was observing myself from two perspectives – now and not-now.  Eventually I had gathered what was needed and with my breath, I shared this Ancient Energy into our current Now Reality and started the long journey to bring my consciousness back to Now. I felt a disappointment from my ancient self – my ancient body would not have been in contact with the stone at the time of sharing. I should be levitating above the stone.  I know this feeling. I have felt it many times.  A final gift – now I know where this urge comes from.

It did indeed take a long time to fully return. First, I noticed my phone 2:22pm. Then I noticed Herschell watching over me. I spent many more minutes before I felt sufficiently connected to start to move. It took me a long time to stand and eventually walk to Herschell’s wife, where she was waiting. There I discovered Herschell had been gifted with a symbol. This was like the last piece of a jigsaw puzzle,  and on the car journey home I understood what the symbol means.  Herschel’s Glyph tells that this Place is a place of travel. A place where those who have the knowledge can travel to any other place via the Third eye and The Void. My “normal” method of travel.

This wondrous place is about to be desecrated in order to build a road. I am fully aware that if anyone breaks into that chamber, the effect will be catastrophic. I have no idea what that catastrophe would be, but I know it will not be pretty. I have absolutely no idea where to start but there must be a seismic survey done before anyone hits that hill with a bulldozer. At one time the site had standing stones, 12 or 13 pillars. An archway; statuary and more. It is all gone, almost robbed out, with the exception of a single carved statue known as the Gympie Ape which is now housed in the museum. Apparently there was an archeological survey done – and the reports have been “lost”.  Something or someone is hiding the truth about this wonderful Sacred Site.

No wonder my ancient self was saddened.

Yggdrasil – Part 5

It’s been a while since I re-birthed Yggdrasil, and I thought I would bring you all up to date.  This is one powerful drum!

A few months ago, I helped a friend for a few days working on a Psychic Expo and one of the things I did was give free drum healing.  Except my only previous experience of this was a 15 minute workshop whist on a retreat- in a Tipi – and being shown two ways to do drum healing.  Both of which I forgot!

So, being much practiced in the art of bulls*^t, I made it up as I went along!  Something was good though….because over the next few weeks, my friend kept getting phone calls from people who had experienced my 5 minute freebie and wanted to book a proper session. LOL!

Since then I have practiced on friends and in my meditation circle.  With great results!

There are a lot of things I do in non traditional ways.  I want to do something, and no-one has told how it is expected to be done, so I just go do whatever it is, in my own way!  The drum healing is just one of those things.

The way I move the drum around the body, the beat, the volumn; these are all things that I just make up.  I do however, listen to the tone, I notice the areas of pain, of congestion and can work on those areas.  Mainly though I just be that conduit for Energy – and Allow….

Every breath in…..

Every breath out……

Always

Yggdrasil – Part 3

Yggdrasil is Welcomed.  

There was a distinct feeling of Yggdrasil being in limbo after her birthing.  And insufficiency of many things.  Certainly I was not ready to use her in any form of healing or Ceremony.  But Spirit has a way of guiding you to what needs to be done……

3:09 pm 26th July 2015
I went grocery shopping this morning and part way around the store I knew that today was the right time to take Yggdrasil to a Sacred Space to hold a Consecration Ceremony.
So when I got home I unpacked the groceries, put the chickens in the oven to cook for the dogs, had a quick lunch then I gathered up everything that my intuition told me to take and I set off to Bayside.
There was no-one there. Just the trees, the water, the beauty, the birdsong and me. Beautiful. A gorgeous short walk through the trees to the water. I had, of course to stop and talk to three of the largest eucalyptus trees – Watcher, Gatekeeper and Sentinel, explain what I was doing and receiving their blessings.
I left my shoes at the edge of the forest and walked bare-foot across the sands for about a kilometre. To a place that is known to be an old aboriginal midden, a pre-historic refuse site; an eating place for the ancient aboriginals. Unfortunately, someone has been farm-planting mangrove and the special feeling of that place is being lost. A little further on though, and I knew I was in a Sacred Space.
It wasn’t at all strange to me that I knew exactly what I needed to say and do. First though, I needed permission from the spirits of this place to hold a Ceremony. I stood at the edge of the space and asked Great Spirit, Mother Earth, guardians of this place for permission to hold a ceremony for bringing Yggdrasil into their spiritual world as an instrument for good. Confirmation that permission was granted was given to me. If I had been refused I would have offered thanks and found another place. I was grateful for being allowed to be there. There was a very special atmosphere in that place. Of Peace, Acceptance and Love.
I walked a circle around the immediate area and gave my thanks. Then I lay Yggdrasil in the center, on the sand. In contact with Mother Earth. Around her I laid the crystals I’d brought. There were 8. 8 is constantly cropping up right now so that was very appropriate.
At the base was Red Jasper for connection to Mother Earth. At the top, selenite for connection to Spirit. East and West were rose quartz for love. A sunstone closest to the sun, citrine closest to the moon. Hematite for grounding, amethyst for healing. I had also taken my Shiva Lingum which was outside the circle at the base of the drum. Strength.
To the right of the drum, I planted the beater next to a small mangrove sprout. This was in recognition of the plant that the beater handle had come from. I also acknowledged the human energy in producing the man-made elements of the beater.
I lit my smudge pot with white sage and eucalyptus and smudged the area, the crystals, drum, beater, Tibetan singing bowl, me. Everything. Then I placed the smudge bowl to the left in order to continue wafting smoke across the drum.

I can’t remember the exact words I used – they were given or restored to me for this working – but I thanked the plant that gave of itself for the hoop. For the structure and strength, without which Yggdrasil could not be.
I thanked the cord that bound the skin to the drum – again without this, Yggdrasil could not be. And I thanked the deer who gave her life in order that Yggdrasil could be made of her skin. I made reference to her life and hoped in the name of Cernunnos that it was wild and free. I offered my apologies if it was less. I thanked her spirit and told her that I would honour her memory.
I rang the Tibetan Bowl 3 times and meditated for a short while. I then picked up Yggdrasil and the marker pen I’d brought and marked the inside of the frame with the Infinity symbol – the 8 that is so important right now and I knew that this drum has a connection to History and on into Infinity.
Then I played for a short while. Yggdrasil sang. The Tibetan bowl sang too. Yggdrasil sang for Love, Peace, Compassion, Gratitude, Tolerance, Healing, Abundance, the Journey and the Return.
Another meditation. This time much longer. ??? I’d started sitting with Yggdrasil in my lap but when I became aware again I was lying down with Yggdrasil on the sand next to me. I had one (left) hand on her skin, stroking it and the other hand on the beater. I felt Divine Love for Yggdrasil. Whatever happened during this time out of time, the connection between Yggdrasil and me was firmly made.
During my “time away” the tide had come in and I knew that the final connection had to be made in running water. So off I went across the sand and stood in the ocean water of the Bay. Yggdrasil and I sang. We shared each of her new gifts with Gaia and her Children.

I knew that was the completion of the Ceremony. It was then just a matter of packing up, giving libation to Earth and the Guardians of this place; thanking Sun, Moon, Guardians,  Spirit and Mother Earth and heading home.

What a way to welcome both Yggdrasil and the new Mayan year. I feel beautifully connected once again.

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