Tag: Healing

Flippin’ Heck!

I had a wonderful deep and meaningful conversation a little while ago with friends.  Sometimes such debates will result in nothing more than joy in the talk, sometimes they send me off to research more info, sometimes the conversation just sits in a hidden corner of my mind and will jump out at me days, or even weeks later, with confirmation or an alternate view or a desire to share – such as now.  Luckily for you, dear Reader, you actually get very little of my thoughts.  How boring are those people who spew out every little thought every single day!!!

So, today’s “Deep and Meaningful” is about making the best of a bad situation.  You know those times – we all experience them – when it feels like the end of the world is about to happen and we get so overwhelmed that we just want to hibernate.  Those times when it seems like everyone is chasing you for money – and you don’t have any until pay day; when the kids seem to only know one word “Muuuuuuummmmmm”,  when you miss the bus or train and you are now going to be late for work – and the Big Boss is going to be there and you just know that you’ll get overlooked now for that promotion.  You know the sort of thing I’m talking about.  You are human, so of course you know!!!

So what is it that makes some people just deal?  Things happen and they find a way through the turmoil with barely a hair out of place?  It’s preparation – and I don’t mean preparation like having the kids lunches packed the night before or making sure you have a stash of oh-my-goodness-I’ve-missed-the-bus-need-to-get-a-taxi money hidden in your bra – I’m talking about preparing your brain so that it doesn’t get all panicky and go into Fight or Flight mode where you just can’t think!!!

Huh?

When something like that happens, your brain just can’t tell the difference between missing the bus and seeing a sabre-toothed tiger walking down the street.  Both are fearful events even though only one of them has the potential to kill you!  Your brain turns to mush, sends out panic signals, your adrenals do their thing and you get a rush of hormones flooding your body ready to get you out of the way of that tiger.  And if you haven’t trained your brain to recognise those symptoms (and the fact that there isn’t a tiger) and to stop long enough to allow your logical brain to kick in and offer an alternate solution (like getting a taxi when you miss the bus) there’s your day – ruined!

There are lots of ways you can train your brain – meditation is way up there on the list, but also learning to flip your thoughts.  Whenever you catch yourself having a ‘negative’ thought – flip it.  Always.  Find something positive, or ridiculously silly about the event.  Lik when you are wondering if your butt looks too big – grab a mirror and watch yourself twerking – bet you are awesome, and even if you are not you’ll probably end up in a fit of giggles.  When things start to get into overwhelm, look for the ‘lesson’ so that it doesn’t happen again – like the credit card payments for example.  You missed a payment and really don’t like getting the reminder phone call and you’ve stopped answering your phone unless you know who’s on the other end.  Not a comfortable situation – so brainstorm ideas about how you can make sure it doesn’t happen again.

Even though they can seem huge at the time, you can always – and I seriously mean ALWAYS – find something that is light.

I’m really short of $$ at the moment so I decided to sell a lot of stuff and that gives me lot of choices in how I view these sales:

  • I’ve loved those collectables for years, I want to keep them – OR –  that’s less dusting to do/ less clutter/ I never really looked at them anymore / how nice that someone new will get to enjoy them!  How many times have I moaned about stuff being left all over the place!
  • Why do we have to sell the rowing machine – I was planning to get back on there and lose some weight – OR – well, isn’t it nice that someone will get chance to feel fitter and healthier, because I’ve been meaning to do that for 4 years, and I do really prefer to take the dog for a walk to the doggy park – lots of doggy cuddles I wouldn’t get stuck inside on that rowing machine!
  • The kids have driven me INSANE; why did I ever think I wanted kids?  – OR – when they are finally asleep they are angels/ the little one just brought me a flower from the garden and my heart just melted/ they are going to be awesome, indepentant, strong adults one day

Get the picture?  Go look at something in YOUR life that you moan about, or have negative thoughts about and see how easy it is to flip into a positive thought.

My washing machine got left behind last time we moved – and see the picture at the top of this blog?  That’s my new washing machine!  I get to experience how my grandmother did the washing.  And yes, it’s hard work, but scrubbing clothes up and down that washboard is very therapeutic.  I can meditate at the same time.  I actually like that so much that there is a possibility I won’t rush to buy a ‘proper’ washing machine!!!  Who needs a washing machine when you have elbow-grease and a washboard, warm, clean-smelling water and a far greater sense of satisfaction at a job well done than you get by throwing them in a machine and pressing the ‘on’ button!

If you practice flipping your thoughts, seeking the lighter, brighter, fun aspect of your troubles then they suddenly don’t seem so huge.

So next time you are about to spit-the-dummy or feel as if things are about to overwhelm you just stop.  Draw a deep breath in; close your eyes and slowly breath out and FLIP whatever was about to rock your boat.  Stuff may still go bottom-up but it won’t be so painful or scary.

And for those who follow a spiritual path and understand how the Law of Attraction works – you will find that by flipping all negative thoughts, you start to attract the positive stuff.  Like me.  I was going through a tough patch and had to sell stuff so I could pay the rent.  Then, out of the blue I discovered an old insurance I had forgotten about and phoned up to see what the go was.  And was told that I actually had TWO old insurances I could cash in.  Not a lot of money, but enough to tide me over.  How amazing is that!!!!

I’m off to do the laundry!

 

Ki’An is an Holistic Counsellor and Meditation Therapist.  She is also a practitioner of Reiki and Access Consciousness(R) Bars.  Other methods of energy work include intuitive healing using crystals, medicine drum, tibetan singing bowl and more. 
Please visit   http://www.kianhealing.com.au for more information regarding classes and conssultations.

Blowing My Top…..

I’ve just played one of those silly Facebook quizzes we are all so addicted to and it told me I have a lot of anger.  I cracked up – I thought it hilarious.  Anger is probably the emotion I least relate to.  Of the lower-frequency energies, I understand Fear the most and Anger (like most low-frequency energies) has a foundation in Fear.

Yep I get miffed at times but ANGRY?  That is a very rare thing.  But the quiz did get me to thinking.  Having lived in fear for most of my life, could I possibly have hidden angers buried so deep I can’t find them.  Is Anger just waiting for the right set of circumstances to crop up so I can erupt like Vesuvius and wipe out half the planet?  It certainly is feasible.  The two emotions are very closely linked.  This is something worth exploring.

So I delved deep to see if I can find Anger.  Well, first I am human and Anger is a part of the human lexicon of emotions, so, yes I am very capable of Anger.  Am I angry now, or likely to explode in the near future. I very much doubt it.  And the reason why is because I really don’t want to waste my energy on old low-frequency emotions.  I have worked incredibly hard to rise out of those low frequency energies to achieve – and maintain – a high frequency energetic vibration.  I have absolutely no intention of dropping back into that old fear-filled murk because I blew my top over some post on Facebook or my dog trashed the sofa or even at my husband when he asks my advice but wont listen to what I say.  And getting angry at the world’s political situation simply doesn’t make sense!  It achieves nothing but feeding the low energy flames.

In every case, you can do so much more if you maintain a higher frequency.  For past events……the very ones that have bubbled and festered deep inside you for absolutely years and are most likely to cause that major eruption…. Well, it is possible to move past them by learning to see them as your hardest yet most worthwhile lessons.  The people or situations that caused the most damage are actually your very best teachers.  You can choose to wallow in rememberance of these past hurts or you can choose to let these events be your agents for growth.  And in 99.9% of cases I will choose growth.

For current events (and this is just my take) If you are getting worked up and angry about something you either cannot physically do anything about or are not willing to get up out of your armchair and do something practically about, then ask yourself a couple of questions – Why am I angry?  What is stirring me up so much yet not enough to make me act?  (Here I am specifically thinking of the people who spout anger and hatred and foul language on Facebook posts).  Am I angry because it seems like it’s something I ought to be?  Could it be that if I am not angry I may be judged as being uncaring? Or, more likely,  are you scared of what the outcome might be.  Do I need to be angry to show I care?  Or maybe you are so furiously angry about something that you have no other choice but to go do something to help sort out whatever the issue is.  Then it may be a good idea to recall that Anger is simply energy.  And that Anger energy can be utilised into a more constructive, higher-frequency energy and put to great use in fixing the problem.

Of course, this is just my thoughts at this time in my life.  My thoughts change as I do.  Your thoughts may be totally different, but next time you feel Anger bubbling away or even if you are angry at what I’ve just said – think about the reason behind the anger.  Could it possibly be defensive?  Or are you fearful of the outcome?  Hmmm….  It’s so interesting to delve into all the fears and emotions that collectively  are described as Anger.

Next time you are blowing your top, stop and take a breath – and then start to think about all the emotions that are running through your body as a part of that Anger.  I bet Fear is there!   I can pretty much guarantee that if you do that exploration of Self, you will very soon find you are no longer angry – and that you have a much deeper understanding of what triggers you and why.

I did respond to the person who posted the quiz game with a laugh and a giggle and that person replied that Anger is good – fuel for Love.  First off I discounted what he said – Anger and Love are on opposite sides of the coin, but in a way he is right.  All human emotions are connected.  They are just at opposite ends of the Energy Ladder.  When you get past your anger you are heading towards Love.  They are both simply energy but one is low frequency and the other is high.

Can you be Angry and Love at the same time though?????  More thought needed on that one methinks.

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.

How to Meditate….

I wrote this a few months ago and yesterday found myself discussing this exact topic with a friend.  Then, just now, I found these words and felt the need to share.

If you are finding it difficult to meditate, if the methods used by others don’t work for you, then please read this.  It may be helpful……

 

I have probably been unintentionally meditating all my life.  As a child, I was always “off with fairies”.  As an adult fitness instructor, I loved stretch classes and always ended with a deep relaxation where I “wandered off to talk to the elephants.”  So when I Awoke and was advised by a Shaman friend that I should meditate it was simply the next stage. It was where I became more conscious of what I was – and had – been doing all my life.

I go deep.  But without any formal training in meditation, I have followed my own way of doing things.  For example: imagining a beam of light coming through your crown chakra, passing through your body and anchoring you to Mother Earth.  I don’t even think about it.  I AM a part of Mother Earth.  End of story!   I am ALWAYS joined with her.

I was very surprised to find out that when other folk leave their body they imagine rising out of their body, floating up through the roof, attached by a silver chord.  And that this is something that can be hard to master.   No-one told me about this ‘normal’ way so I just followed what felt right.  I go inwards.  Into my third eye and from there I go into something I called The Nowhere.  It just felt right to focus on my third eye and then I would find myself floating in nothingness.  It was so peaceful.  I didn’t have to think.  No worries or stresses.  Just a quietness of soul.

Recently I discovered that what I am doing is passing from the pineal gland (the third eye) through the Cave of Brahma and into the Void. A Google check tells me this can only be achieved after very lengthy meditation, usually with prior fasting and years of work.  That was a surprise too.  And I’ve since found others who travel the same way.

So I had a think about this.  Why do I find it easy and others – throughout centuries – have found it hard?  One answer I have come up with is to do with when I Woke and how I Woke.  When was 20th October 2014.  Not that long ago!  How, was sudden, intense and I became One with Mother Earth.  I turned with her, I watched my grass grow and my leaves wave in the wind.  I lived her pain.  I listened to what I called the Celestial Om and now know was HU. And as a result I don’t need to think about anchoring.  I always am.

And my Energy is new.  New paradigm.  No older energy. The old ways of doing things seem terribly complicated.  I know they were essential paths, but as the First Wave Blue Ray Indigos prepared the way for Indigos and Crystal children, their energy prepared the way for people like me – Late Awakeners – and provided a platform to leap from.  Until recently, the energetic signature of our planet was dense and heavy.  It took a LOT of work to achieve what is now often very simple.  My gratitude to these early light anchors is boundless.

Going deep is easy.  When I am deep I will often do my Work – gather Energy and project it where needed.  My arms levitate, very, very slowly.  I can watch them, feel them, but have absolutely no urge to stop them.  My Shamanic friend once put huge Shiva Lingam in each hand…but they still levitated. A couple of weeks ago I was in the Void and the phrase “I am the Dancer of Peace” came into my mind, and my upper body started to dance.  It was beautiful.

But now I am starting something new to me.  I am working out a way of lighter meditation using Mantra chanting and Mala beads.  Of being more focussed on remaining here, in my body.  It’s interesting.  I think I’m enjoying it.  Certainly it’s easier for a quick, restorative meditation.

And I won’t look so weird – no levitating arms and sit-down belly dancing!

 

My best advice for people who have difficulty meditating is to throw away all your books and follow your heart.  It will lead you in a way that is right for YOU.  Yes, if you want to, read books, listen to others,meet your teacher……. And discard anything that doesn’t feel absolutely Right.   That’s pretty much the only lesson that is needed.  If you are walking, listening to music, dancing, fishing, swimming or sitting in lotus position – it really doesn’t matter – and you find yourself drifting, just like those final minutes before you fall asleep, where your brain switches off…… Greetings meditator!  You CAN do it.

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

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

 

 

 

Feather Hunting and a Talking Tree

I went out feather hunting earlier today for a daily “challenge” I am running on the First Wave Blue Ray Indigo FB page, aimed at spreading Love and Joy. It was an awesome experience I’d like to share:

I decided to go talk to a tree that has been calling to me when I walk the dogs.  It’s a Morton Bay Fig, a youngster, probably just a couple of hundred years old.  It grows in a park, close to the Bay and overlooking the water.  It’s at the ‘quiet end’ of town and it’s a good place for feather hunting!

I recently read an article that someone wrote about how to talk to trees.  It mentioned that we should always ask permission to sit near or under a tree.  After all, if they don’t want to talk, they can’t just get up and walk away!  I’ve always done this, it just feels the right thing to do.  So today I approached the tree with respect and asked for permission to sit, which was readily given.

Although I have an ‘Agreement’ with Mother Earth about biting creatures, I checked the area for ant nests, found a place and settled down with my back to the trunk where it joined one of the buttress roots and introduced myself and immediately fell into a light meditative state.

I was able to talk quite easily with this tree, I told him my name is Sue, and almost straight away I had a Knowing of his name:  WaterWatcher.  

Morton Bay Figs are actually monoecious, meaning they have both male and female flowers, but he feels like a “him” so to me that’s what he is!  We chatted about people, birds, roots, his canopy.  I talked through him to Mother Gaia (I have a very deep connection from my Initial Awakening) and re-confirmed my connection.  I received healing and feel very much at Peace.  And almost pain free!

I didn’t stay long, this was our first chat and I didn’t want to be rude and overstay my welcome.  I suspect that it is not easy chatting to short-lived humans!  When I stood up, I found, clearly visible in the leaf litter by my feet, a small chip of quartz crystal.  I hadn’t noticed it when I scanned for ant nests, or whilst I was sitting meditating/chatting – but there it was in plain sight ……

How very blessed I feel right now.  Another tree freely giving me his name, a gift of Quartz and yes…..three feathers.

 

 

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

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…….

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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