Posted in 2016

You Too Are a New Storyteller

Come, gather around, I have a tale to tell

A spin on your Story of heaven and hell

if they exist

Come, gather around, the short and the tall

The thin and the fat – I welcome you all

in Peace

What? You have no Story?  No tale to share?

Isn’t that you, who lives over there?

in that doorway

I see you are a good man, fallen on hard times

After you returned from those far distant front lines

in Pain

People avoid you, they won’t look in your eyes

They are too afraid of seeing the truth of the lies

of this Now

But I see your dreams, how deeply you care

And it’s time to release them if only you dare

share your Love

Tell your tale of bravery, turn the lies around

Share the Love and the Light between sky and ground

breathe deeply

Young man you have stories that are meant for sharing

Of brave deeds, of strength, compassion and daring

do.

Stand up, claim your soul’s beauty and travel the lands

Pick up your staff and your drum in both hands

and summon your Future

I have shown you your Light, my job is done

To continue your Story, you are the One

to shine

Lift your heart high, receive Joy and Peace

From the Great Spirit in waves without cease

and Awaken

With a gleam in my eye I bequeath Adamantine Light

To you New Storyteller, now strive with all your might

to grow

And gather the Story of another man’s fear

Dig deep, Seek the Love and bring that here

to the Light

Work hard Storyteller, manifest your Bliss

Refuse to think of those dark shady mists

that mis-lead

If you find yourself thinking those dark shady thoughts

Seek deeply within for the things you were taught

and Shine your Light

Go forth.  Manifest your Bliss

In the words of Essence Ka tha’ras: 

OM AkArapariNAma Anandaham

A New Storyteller

14/10/16

Posted in 2016

Gather Close and Hear a Story

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I am a New Storyteller.  You may be too.  So come close and hear my Story of changing patterns and beautiful manifestations for the future.

But first, gather around, and as you settle down, maybe with a coffee or a cup of tea, making yourself comfortable, let me tell you what a New Storyteller does.

Stories, as you know have been told since time began.  Before the first word was ever drawn on the wall of a cave, people gathered and listened.  Stories brought the history of the race to life.  They taught young people how to act in certain situations.  They frightened, enthralled and brought laughter and tears.  The old storytellers told of brave deeds, princesses rescued, dragons slain (although I must say that the dragons I know are beautiful gentle creatures and I would be heart-broken if anyone tried to slay my dragons).  They told of wars, battles won and battles lost; of ogres and giants and trolls under the bridge.  They told tales of seasons, of stars and far distant friends.  They built a picture that was fantastical, filled with Magick and the Knowledge of Ages to show the people who came together to hear.

In today’s world, in this current reality, this “Now,” we rarely gather to hear such tales.  Those gatherings around the fire have morphed into watching TV, Face Book and Google; of being spoon-fed the atrocities of the world we currently live in until we come to believe there is only war, and terrorism; famine and bloodshed; the Haves and the HaveNots.  We are loosing sight of the Beauty, the Mystery of Spirit simply because those who control our current stories understand that Fear drives the market.  And they are in it for money, not for the wellbeing of humanity.  We live in fear.  Fearful of being attacked, abused; loosing our job, our home.  We fear our neighbour, so we no longer look people in the eye preferring to walk on by in case we see our own fear and pain reflected in their eyes.

And these fears drive our current future reality.  What we dwell on is what we manifest.  If we expect the dark and heavy energies to come our way, then they most certainly will appear in your life.

Now, we are on the brink of the New Earth.  Shambahalla.  Our New Reality Now is waiting to be manifested.  We each have decisions to make.  Do we want to carry these fears with us into our future?  Or would we prefer the bright, loving world of our most joyous dreams?

This is where the New Storytellers come in.  This is why Spirit has gifted us with the fire of Adamantine Light.  The bright, shining, sparkly diamond gift of re-telling a Story without the fear.  Of re-birthing the beauty of this world and taking that beauty into our New Earth.  Of sharing, supporting, upholding that which is Right; of aiding, teaching, healing.  Because, and you MUST believe this, every Story CAN be re-written.  We have simply lost the skill.

The New Storyteller will weave your fearful story, seeking and finding the hidden diamond of brightly lit Love and bringing it forward so you can see and hold the beauty that is revealed.  And then the New Storyteller will gift your re-written tale back to you.

In the fairy tales of our youth, the story has an ending.  The prince wakes the princess with a kiss and they live happily ever after.  But “happily ever after” isn’t a new story….it’s a continuation of the first story.  And the characters must make the choice to be happy.  This is the point where YOU have the potential to become the New Storyteller.  You take your new story, your re-written and re-defined Story and lead it into the next chapter.  Where you lead it is up to you………

And now, let’s throw a few more sticks of wood on the fire and I will share a Story to show how we can re-write our Reality…..

It’s an everyday story, based in this Now Reality.  The heroine, Carol, is lucky to have a good job.  She is the main breadwinner in her family and lives with her husband (who has a drink problem), her mother who is getting on in years and off her rocker,  and her daughter.  They all depend on her. Her job isn’t anything special, but she loves it.  Her boss is good and understands that she sometimes has problems at home to deal with.  She does what she has to do to get by.  But last year she nicked her leg when shaving it and an infection set in which put her in the hospital.  She not only nearly lost her leg, but it was touch and go if she would survive.  She had to take heaps of time off work and the debts mounted up.

She went back to work before she was really well enough, simply because she didn’t have a choice.  She had bills to pay.  Everyone was pulling her in all directions.  She struggled, depressed, her leg hurt constantly, her husband didn’t help at all.  Her world became bleak and dark.  Her work suffered.  She was doing a rushed and shabby job.  Her boss seemed to understand even though he called her into the office on a number of times about work that was well below accepted levels.  She was given many chances until one day she was late to work and the boss had stepped in to cover her absence and discovered just how far her standards had fallen.  And there were four letters of complaints arrived that day, from customers, about the standard of her work.  The boss called into the office………

This Current Now Reality story could end here with her loosing her job…..and Carol would take her Story forward into an ever bleaker future.  A downward spiral of anger and fear, straight into the depths of desperation.

Or we can step back in time and with the aid of a New Storyteller, the Story can be re-written….

Once upon a time in a land not too far away, lived Carol.  She isn’t a princess, or anyone special, there isn’t a knight is golden armour going to sweep her off her feet.  Indeed she is fairly ordinary looking, heading towards middle age, plods through her life doing the best she can and most certainly would not consider herself a heroine.  But that’s exactly what she is.  Let me tell you….

Carol’s husband went away to fight for the King who wanted a dragon killed.  It was horrible and he just can’t get the nastiness out of his mind unless he has a drink of beer.  Some days it takes a lot of beers before he can forget how the dragon pleaded that she had only taken the sheep to feed her hungry babies.  Some days the memories are so bad he hides under the table and Carol gets under there with him and just sits with him.  Not saying a word.  Just being there for him.

Carol’s mum lost her marbles years ago!  And needs to be watched carefully so she doesn’t wander off through the town wearing just her nighty and asking the bus driver where she can buy wet fish.  Sometimes she calls the police because she thinks the gypsies have stolen her clothes.  So Carol brought her mum to live with her and her family do that she can keep an eye on her and make sure she eats and bathes and has do robe close by to love her.

When she speaks of her daughter you can see the pride and love she holds for this child who is going to school and learning so much more than she ever had the opportunity to do, and even in her most busy days, she will find time to sit and talk with her daughter about Life and Love and the ways of the world.

She is the only person in her household who is well enough, or old enough, to go to work so the whole family is dependant upon her.  It makes life a bit tough at times, but she keeps cheerful and is happy that her family is together and safe.

I told you she is a heroine!  She is one of many unsung heroes in our world.  She lives her life in Love, but is so bound up in holding it all together that she doesn’t actually recognise her Love any more.  She only feels the constant tiredness.

Then, one day – disaster!  Carol cut her leg and the infection was so bad that the doctors talked about cutting it off!  She was so upset and spoke with the doctors telling them how very important is was for her to keep her leg.  The doctors too are unsung heroes and they worked night and day for three weeks to help Carol keep her leg.  And they did a marvellous job!  All their knowledge and training, their lotions and potions were brought to bear and eventually Carol was allowed to go home.

Now……this is where we REALLY get to know just how amazing our heroine really is.  Even though she could barely walk, she went back to work!  It was very hard, but luckily she had a boss that understood and helped in every way possible.  But even heroines have bad days, and Carol’s bad days got pretty bad.  She kept thinking of the bad stuff, and that meant bad stuff kept happening, until one day it was so bad that her boss decided to let her go……

And that is where the New Storyteller jumped in.  Two aspects of the same tale.  The same Story seen through different eyes.  She took Carol to one side and told her her new Story.  The version Carol hadn’t seen because she was wrapped up in the hard reality she had built.  The New Storyteller showed her how she has some amazing gifts:  of Love, Compassion, kindness.  She was told that she is an incredibly strong person, that she had been tested and stretched almost to breaking point, but she has survived.  She was told how deeply she is connected to Mother Gaia and Spirit, and that her lost Joy would return.  She had simply needed someone to flick the switch and bring her light back.  She was reminded that every thought, every word, every deed manifested her reality.

And the New Storyteller handed over this bright light to Carol and gave her the chance to write her next chapter.  Which would she choose?  Trust in herself, in the gifts she has, would she work at bringing herself into the world she dreams of, or return to the darker path and risk a tumble even further.

 

And now the fire is cooling, the stars are sparkling in the sky.  Time to go home gathered people, look into your life, soul and re-write your story.  Manifest your Bliss.

 

In the words of my Teacher

Essence Ka tha’ras

OM Akara parinama Anandaham

 

 

 

Posted in 2016

Source Energy – update….

Ive just been reading an older post of mine “Source Energy” and realise how much I have changed.  When I wrote that post, I was very new on this journey, experiencing some wild events, and felt Source Energy only when deeply meditating or during those wild-ride happenings! But how intensely it was felt!  

In those early days (gosh, not even two years ago!) the energy was way too much for me to handle.  It felt too strong, over-powering, so intense it was almost impossible to breathe.  I sizzled, almost exploding out of my skin.  I would visibly vibrate, the intensity was so high.  It also felt addictive, I wanted more, but wasn’t ready for more.  I couldn’t handle what I had!

Since then I have experienced the ups and downs of life; I have been to the pits of despair in my Dark Night of the Soul and have slowly worked my way back, a much wiser and calmer person.  And my perception of Source Energy has totally changed.

My DNOTS has completely changed my view of the world.  I now view everything through Love.  Matt Khan is right:  whatever appears, Love that.

And with that great Love, comes the ability to hold, to conduct, Source Energy indefinitely.  Every breath in, draws in Energy.  Every breath out, projects that loving Energy into your world.  Without cease.  You don’t need to contain a vast reservoir of Energy.  It is all around you, it is within you.  It is you.  Simply breathe.  The ‘high,’ the jitters, the visible vibration, these were because in my inexperience I was trying to hold on to that Energy. To store it up for the times I couldn’t connect.  Now I know that isn’t necessary. 

This difference is profound and leaves me wondering what deep insights, wonders and changes will occur in future years?  But for now….

Every breath in…….

Every breath out…….

Posted in 2016

Talking to Lulani

Ever since I spiritually woke up and learned about guides, guardians, angels, spirit animals etc I have wanted to talk with them direct.  But that doesn’t seem to be the way I work. Certainly if I was clairaudiant life would be simpler – but the sleuth-work I find myself doing trying to work out symbolism can be fun.  And frustrating!

In my last post GUIDES and ANGELS I mentioned how I came to discover the name of one of my guides, Lulani, and  how she gave me info to research – all through the gifts of a lovely lady I am proud to call Teacher and Friend, Essence Ka tha’ras.  Today, I would like to share with you how Lulani and I have worked out a way to speak directly without my being clairaudiant!

After learning about Lulani, Pele, lava and more I spent a couple of days sifting through Google and You Tube following this lead and that lead trying to decipher what could be meant by “Moon Night Sun” and “Sun Behind the Sun”  I learned a whole lot about sun flares, CME’s. coronal hole streams but not a thing that was actually relevant.  It’s very possible this will be relevant at some point, but not in the short-term that I was looking at.  We were due a HUGE geo-magnetic storm and I thought the two phrases had something to do with that but it became very obvious as the storms passed that I had been barking up the wrong tree again!

So I had a problem.  I have a guide who is giving me clues to follow, but I can’t contact her unless I get in touch with Essence who lives on the other side of the world.  And calling on her all the time would be rudeness of the worse kind.  She’s a busy, busy lady but I know that she would give whatever little time she had to help out.  A totally unfair thing to do to anyone.  The problem needed a solution, and so I did what I usually do when faced with a tricky situation – I meditate.

Meditation, for me, usually involves me completely zoning out – eventually coming back to this life a tad disoriented; astral traveling somewhere; acting as an energy conductor (very common when I meditate in a group); being on the receiving end of a high-speed movie-style download or dropping into a vision/dream.  I NEVER meditate lying down – there is always too much of interest happening to risk falling asleep!!!!

And so with this meditation, and a very specific task to achieve, I dwelt on the words Lulani had given me.  “Ask and ye shall receive”  So I asked:  “I need to be able to speak with you directly.”  Somehow.  We had to work it out and I’d already tried auto-typing on my computer with very limited success.  But this guide was one step ahead of me.

When I act as a conductor for energy, my arms do ‘their own thing’.  They levitate.  I don’t control it, they go off and gather energy, squish it into a ball and send that ball of light off to wherever it is needed most.  All without my input.  I’m just a collection bucket!  LOL.  And this day was no different.  Except this time I received the energy!

When I collect energy I am usually quite aware of what my arms are doing.  I am simply not controlling them.  I feel the energy that is gathered, I usually know where it’s source is – Earth, Sun, Moon, Stars, Source or any combination. This time it was none of these.  It was a Gift from Lulani.  My arms gathered the energy as normal, squished it into a ball as normal and then very carefully placed it in my solar plexus chakra.  And everything stopped still as I went deeper into myself to see this Gift. No sound, no time, no me.  Just the Gift, wrapped in Love.

Lulani is a Dragon.  She is the Golden/Green dragon that I rode on my first astral travel to my home planet.  She is the dragon I have felt frequently over the last 12 months, but not seen.  And she gifted me the power of speech through fire.

Actually, that sound a whole heap more dramatic than it really is, but I couldn’t help leaving it in!!!  My weird sense of humour at play.   Heat is the means, the chakras are the locations of the heat, and each chakra has a word. Plus a few extra!  The heart chakra is LOVE.  The throat chakra is YES.  The base chakra is NO.  The solar plexus is KNOWLEDGE.  Heat across both shoulders is I AM HERE.  There’s more – I’m still learning.

And so we can speak.  It’s rather like a game of 20 questions but it is truly amazing how much information you can get with 4 words.  Yes, No, Love, Knowledge.

Posted in 2016

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.

Posted in 2016

Yggdrasil – Part 1

19th July 2015
The story of my Drum, Yggdrasil.

I birthed my Medicine Drum for the first time on a weekend workshop lead by a beautiful lady with a glorious voice.  There were 5 of us making our drums and we had a blast.  Choosing our skins and hoops, cutting to size, punching holes, threading them.  then we left them to dry overnight.  The photo is of my wet drum – I was so proud of it and knew immediately that it was special.

That night I dreamed.  the spirit of my drum came to me and told me her name was Yggdrasil.  That’s not a name you hear everyday.  Certainly I’d never heard of it before.  And when I woke up I found I had been auto-writing.  This is what I wrote:

In the dim and distant past, almost at the time before History began there was a Goddess (I can’t remember her name) and her consort Cernunnos. Cernunnos was the God of all wild things. Of the trees and forest. Of the creatures that lived there. Of all things that are wild and free.
Over time Cernunnos has been known by many names. In the time of the Druids he was Herne the Horned Hunter. The Celts knew him as The Green Man. For the Norse people he is represented as Odin.
The Norse gods reside in Asgard. In the centre of Asgard is a very large ash tree. This tree is so tall that its branches reach through the clouds and touch the sky. Its roots are buried deep into the earth. It has three main roots: one into Asgard, one into the land of the Giants and the third one is where the dragon lives.
This tree has contact with all the nine worlds of Norse mythology. At the base of this tree lives Dragon. At the top is Eagle. Squirrel runs between the two stirring up mischief! Stag lives within the protection of the tree.
The tree’s name is Yggdrasil.
It is the Tree of Life.
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My Animal Totems are Stag and Possum.
I have flown with Eagle and Dragon.
Possum could be considered the Australian equivalent of a squirrel.
The animals connected with Cernunnos and Yggdrasil are all close to me.

Of course, one of the first things I did after reading my auto-writing, was check Google – that fount of all knowledge!  And there was the name Yggdrasil – with the exact story I had written.  I was gob-smacked!

As she was being made, with her skin wet, she showed a beautiful central tree. Tiger (one of my spirit messengers) was there as was Stag (my spirit guide). A Tipi was also visible – an acknowledgement of the Native American Shamic heritage of this particular drum.
As she dried, a whole forest seemed to surround the central tree and many more animals could be seen.
I also made three decorative hide plaits which hang from the bottom of the drum. I now know that these represent the three roots.
The central tree is, of course, Yggdrasil.

Now that the skin is fully dried, there is little to see. But I know the secrets in the skin. And as Yggdrasil ages these secrets will return for all to see.

I have had several past lives. One is from the time of Cernunnos where I was a Healer. I used Wild Stones to scry the future and the past. I understood the Moon, the movement of the Sun and honoured Mother Earth.

Posted in 2016

Source Energy

Source Energy

If you were allowing Source Energy to pour through you in the abundant way that it would if you were not resisting it, you would experience utter Well-Being. Your physical body would be in optimum condition at all times. You would feel vital and alive and fueled, and eager. You would feel like those 2-year olds, who just can’t get enough of this wonderful stuff called physical life. You would feel the vitality that would carry you through all the days of your experience, compounding more in every day, because everything that you see, and every desire that is therefore born within you, causes a conclusion that summons the Life Force that is the eternal fuel.

 

I’ve just found this quote. I do actually channel Source Energy. It is incredibly intense. And it is because of this intensity, it isn’t constant. It is infrequent. I don’t believe the human body is built to handle Source Energy constantly. You definitely feel that vitality. Your whole body feels explosive with health and strength and love. But it’s like an orgasm. Not sustainable. And yes, it’s addictive. After channeling that vast amount of energy you are left wrung out, exhausted, dazed. And at peace. So very much in tune with the world, with the Universe. And over the subsequent days, you long to return. You feel something is missing. You search and meditate and pray it will happen again. And when it does……