Tag: past lives

2018 – A Year of Change

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Gosh it’s been a while since I last wrote a blog article.  So much stuff has happened and despite heaps of good intentions, not a lot of writing has made it to this blog!  As I do every year, I hereby set my intention to be more diligent in the coming year.

As many other folk will also do, here is my review of my 2018 – a year that could have been the end-game of a very intense and fraught decade of disasters.  Instead it has been an amazing year.  As I think about the catalogue of woes of this year, I could be forgiven, I think, for curling up, burying my head in the sand and refusing to move into the world, but something happened on 8th January that completely changed how I viewed my world.

Backing up to the end of 2017:  I was living separate from my husband – a decision initially brought about by work, but which became comfortable – in a gorgeous old Queenslander workers’ cottage  three hours’ drive from where my husband ran our holiday accommodation business.  I lived alone with my dog; was studying, offering holistic counselling and spiritual healing and growing into my Self for what was probably the first time in my life.  On December 31st my husband called asking for help with cleaning the holiday apartments as the regular cleaner had been offered another job.  So, 1st January 2018 saw me packing up the bare minimum, throwing the dog in the car and heading back to Hervey Bay.

So many memories of living in that place, and not many of them good memories, so by 8th  January I was emotionally struggling and decided to go to the beach and meditate.  I was really low and although I was far from being suicidal, if the Mother Ship had landed next to me, scooped me up and flown me off to other parts of the Galaxy I’d have gladly left everything behind and gone.  I meditated on gaining more Balance in my life which had been out of control for many years.  Pretty much all my life had been a roller-coaster and I’d had enough.

Spirit sent the answer almost immediately.  I finished my meditation turned around to climb the sea wall back home and slipped on the first step breaking my ankle.  Well – not just breaking it, but doing about as thorough a job of smashing it up as you can possibly do without breaking the skin.  Long story short – I was rescued by the Fire Service, was hospitalised twice, surgery had me become the proud owner of a huge pile of titanium, two months of injecting myself in my belly every day and a total of 9 weeks with my leg stuck in the air.

Oh!  I forgot to mention that I was living with my husband and my dog (who weighed 63kg) in two small rooms at the back of the work office.  No proper kitchen, no view to outside, nowhere to move – pretty miserable.  Enforced bedrest gives you a choice.  You can wallow in self-pity or you can seek the Joy where you can.  I’d had a lifetime of self-pity, I had asked for Balance and although balancing on crutches wasn’t my plan, I realised that this was the start of my learning what I needed to learn in order for that balance to come into my life.

The year moved forward from that point – the bank threatened to foreclose on our mortgages (a whole back story there); the new owner of the business moved in and started running things, and so we needed to get out.  The minute I was relatively mobile we all piled in the car and drove the 17 hours to where my husband’s son lives.

We had absolutely no income and only had whatever belongings we had been able to fit on the back of a ute and we had to sell whatever we had in order to pay the rent.  I applied for unemployment benefit but in the meantime we sold everything including beds, table, chairs, washing machine….  You certainly discover who are true friends in such situation.

This is only the tip of the iceberg of the woes in my family, but you get the picture.  But when I was laid on the beach with that smashed ankle, moving into and out of consciousness, I felt very strongly that this was needed.  That something had to break in order to heal – and I am not talking about the various bones in my ankle!

This was one of those pivot points that everyone experiences at some time.  A time of choice.  Do I wallow, do I bewail my bad luck, do I fight or do I accept that Spirit has a plan?

I don’t see myself as a fighter.  Anything that has a feel of violence – even certain words – ties me up in knots.  I had been fighting for many years, through many traumas and with this injury I realised I had no fight left.  The Law of Attraction was in place – the more I fought, the more stuff appeared that needed to be fought for.  So instead, I Accepted.

I accepted the weeks confined to bed.  I accepted the loss of my home and that wonderful people who are barely more than strangers, went into my house and packed up my belongings.  I accepted that it will take 2 years to get fully mobile.  I accepted that we had fought through floods, bank errors, vicious attacks from neighbours and ex-friends. I accepted the loss of our business.  I accepted the most amazing people who came into my life, sometimes just for a few minutes, sometimes for longer. Spirit-sent for sure.  I accepted more home moves; battles with Government agencies; no income and the need to cancel plans to visit family and friends.  I have accepted that some family members are not willing to help (man that one hurt, but I have accepted) and that other family members will give their all to help.  I have accepted that my Spiritual Sisters are my strongest family.

And in all this acceptance I have learned.  I have learned to see the threads that bind us together.  Stretching throughout my lifetime and the lifetimes of every single being I have come into contact with.  Stretching through all dimensions and ages, I have learned to see the tapestry that is woven that brings me to this point.  This place where I am now.

I see Balance.  My husband met someone who had work available that is exactly what I needed and gives me time still for my Spiritual work.  I am teaching people in my new town the things that are dearest to my heart such as meditation and belly dancing and greeting the Full Moon.  And the people of this new town are the most amazing, friendly, open-hearted folk.  I knew as soon as I first stepped out of the car onto the foreshore of this place that I had Work to do here.  Spiritual Work.  Within days a local lady stopped and spoke with me.  She told me that she knows I have Spiritual Work to do here and that she had been waiting for me.  We have worked together for many, many lifetimes and we both recognise this.  It is a beautiful thing.  Most of all I see the Energy of Spirit behind everything that has happened in my life – and that all things were needed for me to become who I am right now.  Today.

Slowly, the ties to the traumas of the past years are being resolved.  Some are painful, some are amazingly smooth, but one by one they are being dealt with.

And so I greet 2019 with Joy.  I am at Peace.  I survived and came out whole.  I am stronger mentally and emotionally than I have ever been.  Physically?  Lots of work to do there LOL.  12 months being physically inactive, especially when you are no spring-chicken, plays havoc with the waistline and the fitness!!!

Through the entire year, the back-bone of being willing to carry on, are those who helped: my husband’s son and his family and my Spiritual Sisters.  These are true Family.

I am starting to understand the reason I landed in this town, and the lessons I am here to understand and grow with.  I have no doubt that the year to come is likely to have its own set of problems, but I have learned deeply, the adage that everything happens for a reason.  This lesson has cropped up many times in this life, but now I am able to see the threads and the weaving that brings together a Tapestry of Life that continues to grow into it’s beautiful whole with each day that passes and each person I meet.  The difficulties of life offer you the opportunity to tie a tight knot to strengthen that tapestry; an opportunity to change the colour of the thread you have been weaving.  They enrich your life – if that is what you choose.

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.

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

 

 

 

Kishar

The_Horizon.jpgThis time around, it started with a number of co-incidences.   You know what I mean – those co-incidences that are anything but.  That are actually pretty hefty nudges from Spirit that here is something you need to look into.

 

I got my first wake-up call way back in 2008 when the world turned blue.  It was gorgeous, didn’t worry me unduly, lasted a couple of hours and then was pretty much forgotten as I got on with life.  My next wake up call was in 2011 when Spirit dropped the whole story of Kishar and Anshar into my head when I was walking on the beach.  I fell in love with the story, confirmed it on Google, called my belly dance class Raqs Kishar and again, got on with life ignoring the wake up call.

 

Now, I wonder at my easy acceptance of these happenings! Lol 

 

Over the last couple of months I’ve been mentally “worrying” about my Almaak Dancer name.  Nothing major, just recognising that I am moving away from that aspect of my journey.  Yes, Almaak is home, I was told when I first travelled there that this was my last re-incarnation on Earth and that I’d be going home after this life. 

But many things have changed since I went through the Lions Gate and ventured into the Dragons Gate in August and discovered that this would no longer be the case.  I’m going to be here a while yet.  I have new tasks to complete.  Almaak Dancer is still me, it’s just not so relevant.

 

Thinking up a new, more relevant name is an idea that has been tickling the edges of my brain for a while – and then last week the co-incidences started.  A friend asked how you received a Spirit name.  Find your Soul Name quizzes started turning up on FB with almost alarming regularity!  A conversation the other day with my Teacher involved “human” Sue and “multi-dimensional traveller” Sue, and I realised I needed a new “filing system” in my brain so I could keep a handle on everything.  But what to call that m-d traveling aspect of self?

 

And that was the trigger. 

 

There’s nothing set in stone yet, I need to do a lot of work to know exactly where this is leading me, but last night I had one of those Eurika moments and the thought popped into my head that the reason the story of Kishar was given to me, and the reason I have ALWAYS found peace and answers on the horizon over water, is because Kishar is me.

 

For me, that thought is a bit radical.  I know other people are aware of their soul journey – and I too know some of mine – but I’m a contradictory mix of totally accepting some very weird stuff without any evidence of validity whilst also needing to be able to file the proof away in a corner of my brain.  The accepting is usually when it refers to other folk.  The doubts flood in when it’s about me.  So I’m in a position of accepting that Kishar is an aspect of me, but needing to know more.  Confirmation I guess, but this shouldn’t be a time of trying to second guess Spirit.  I was told, and should accept.  I’m just having a little argument with Human Sue aspect of me!

  

I see some very deep meditation coming up! 

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.

At the beginning of this year I was told by my guides that the skills I learned in that life are needed in this. That the tools and skills of that trade would be returned to me. Since that time I have received 16 glyphs for my Wild Stones. I think there are another 4 to come. These wild Stones are my main tools for scrying. I recently showed these symbols to some experts who believe they may be from the time of Atlantis when people from there formed a new home, Avalon. That feels about right to me. Certainly the symbols pre-date Runes and Ogham. I believe that my drum, Yggdrasil, is another such tool.
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