Tag: Spiritual Awakening

Philosophy………..

Blue_Wave.pngIn my reading, I have now moved to ‘The Secret Teachings of All Ages’ a book by Manly P. Hall published in 1926 and find myself fascinated with the concepts of the early philosophers (whom I didn’t get an opportunity to study at school) and and I recognise how similar thinking is re-emerging.  I’m only on page 23 of almost 1200 and have found several ‘gems’ already.

God_1.pngThe thought of God being not like man, but round, a sphere, is something that I have just discovered is a thought within Sacred Geometry.  And this has been known for at least 2,500 years in this cycle!  Sheesh!  Are we re-inventing the wheel?

God_2.pngI’m right at the very edge of bringing Sacred Geometry and Philosophy together.  Probably in an extremely simplistic way, but I can feel the connections. It feels like I’m standing at the edge of a precipice and am about to take an intuitive leap.  I know extremely little about either subject at the moment but am excited.

Who would have thought, when I first awakened 2 years ago that a Spiritual path would involve learning Sacred Geometry, Philosophy and Quantum Physics!

I giggle a little at myself.  Only a few months ago I was declaring that I was more ‘forward thinking’ and totally uninterested in reading about ‘old school’ gurus.  A bit red-faced now!  Lol.

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

 

 

 

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! 

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…….

GUIDES and ANGELS

It’s been a while since last I wrote and heaps has happened in my 3D world.  Suffice it to say that Spirit has been challenging me.  But now my world is coming back together the spiritual quietness I have been experiencing over the past few months is moving away.  Exciting things are happening again – like getting to know my guides.  There have been a few popping up and I’d like to talk today about the most recent – Lulani.

Just over a week ago I suddenly woke up just after midnight.  By 1 am I’d given up on sleep, made a coffee and moved out to my back patio where I have a comfy sofa and a big quilt.  I wrapped myself up snugly and turned on my iPad.  I am one of 9 Admins for a wonderful Facebook page I’ve mentioned on other posts – First Wave Blue Ray Indigo.  I’m the only Australian Admin – everyone else is in Europe or America – so it was good to get in on the chatter with everyone else instead of sleeping through it!

The night was perfectly still.  Perfectly quiet.  Even my dogs were not snoring which is virtually unheard of – they are both window rattlers!  It was a time-out-of-time.  Surreal.  Into the middle of the conversation Essence Ka Tha’ras (who is the instigator of the First Wave page – an amazing woman) asked “Who’s guide is Lulani?”  the conversation carried on as if no-one had seen that post.  I answered that I didn’t know my guides, so I couldn’t help, but the name did resonate with me.  Lulani is an Hawaiian name and one of our Admins is Hawaiian, so it was logical to think that the guide would be hers.  But no – she is my guide!

Gob-smacked!

Through Essence, I discovered that Lulani can be male or female, but this guide has female energy and that the name means “Highest Point in Heaven”  Of course, I later checked on Google – that fount of all knowledge – and this is exactly right.

Other messages were given to me through Essence:

  • Ask and ye shall receive
  • Come dance with Pele and I in the moon night sun

and that was the start of an amazing hour.  It was like a Guide party!  Five more of the Admins were given information about their guides and we were all given Tasks.

For me I first had to obtain some lava.  To help with communication.  I’m not clairaudient (gosh I wish I was!) and as Lulani is Hawaiian and I was invited to dance with her and Pele (Pele is a very strong Hawaiian Goddess who is deeply honoured and respected) it seemed logical to seek a piece of Hawaiian lava.  Except I knew that Pele will not allow anyone to remove lava or sand from the islands.  Through Essence again, I was told that I have permission and so I wrote to my friend and fellow Admin asking that if she was comfortable with the request, could she please send me some lava from her island.

I received a reply a couple of days later – a resounding NO!  My friend would not let me risk my very life in this way, and she most understandably was not willing to risk her life.  She wrote a long letter about this and I was deeply affected by her for caring so much and I honour her and Pele by respecting this wonderful friend and her fiery Goddess.

I returned to my bed but almost immediately the phrase I had been given “moon night sun” popped into my head and I knew the night wasn’t over yet.  So back outside, under my quilt and back into the conversation where Essence told me that Lulani had said that when researching ‘moon night sun’ in Google I should check out “Sun Behind the Sun.”

Now – when reading my diary notes about this lot, I have just noticed that I had written that “Moon Night Sun” is Lulani’s way of speaking about the Goddess Temples which can only be accessed through a secret doorway in the Sun behind the Sun.”  I wish I had seen that earlier – It would have saved me a wonderous and excited two days researching and barking up the wrong tree!!!

One other very interesting piece of information came out of this conversation – my message was received at 2:22am. The Metatronic Numberology I AM Keyword for 222 is:

I AM Multi-dimensionality in Gestation.

More on that when I work it out!  My next post will be about how, a few days later I was given a gift and have been learning to ‘speak’ with Lulani.

 

PS – I ordered a lava pendant from ebay – lava from Bali!  Pele walks the whole world and has been seen at many volcanoes.  There was no instruction that the lava had to be Hawaiian!  LOL

 

 

Yggdrasil – Part 4

After the ceremony on the beach, Yggdrasil was definitely not as skewed.  She was still not quite right though.  The dogs were still terrified of her and her skin was not so taut as I expected.  And so she sat on my dresser – loved, but not fulfilling what Spirit had led me to expect.  Something was STILL missing.

But things have a way of working out.

During my first year of spiritual journeying I have met many teachers.  Some have come into my world, shown me what was needed and departed.  Some have stuck around.  One of these latter is a beautiful lady, Sunder.  Sunder is in her 70’s but looks and acts as if she is in her 50’s!  She has an amazing energy and introduces herself as “I don’t do fluff.  I teach in the traditional way.  The old ways, the way I was taught.”  She has studied for over 50 years – in Australia with the Aboriginal people, in India, in Peru and with Native Americans.  She has lived each of these cultures and holds 3 medicine bags.  She is Shaman.  She is Grandmother Sunder.

I took Yggdrasil to her on a three day retreat.  There, amidst much Ceremony Yggdrasil finally received the traditional birthing welcome with respect, intention, prayers, corn, tobacco, ……. And sleeping with me in my bed!  I learned about my drum.  And she sang in the most powerful of Ceremonies where we were visited by the Ancestors, the Elders, Thunder, Spirit.  The world was washed and re-born – and so were we.

And despite this, Yggdrasil was STILL not quite ‘right’  I couldn’t put my finger on it and after talking with Sunder I decided that I had done everything I could, and maybe Yggdrasil wasn’t meant to stay with me.  Maybe she needed to move to a different person.  And so I finally, after a few weeks delibration, decided to give to Sunder to find a new home for her.

On the day before I was to deliver her to Sunder I decided to play her one more time.  I took her out into the sunshine, tapped gently on her skin with the beater ……… and the lacing snapped!

And suddenly I knew what was wrong.  I am so dense at times!  The lacing was man-made.  It needed to be natural.  And when she had been originally birthed, we had drummed the day after making when the skin needs about a week to fully dry before playing.  She couldn’t sing properly because she wasn’t made properly!  Insufficient respect been given to the animal and plant kingdoms been given  at her original birthing, but had been rectified at my private Ceremony (Part 2); insufficient respect had been given to the Spirit world but had been rectified at Sunder’s Retreat but she had been made with incorrect materials.  Heck, the beater was made from the innards of a stuffed toy!

Only one thing left to do.  Remake her correctly.  And so started a couple of months of research and preparation.  I bought natural roo lacing, a leather hole punch and remade the beater with bamboo fabric and on Christmas Eve I took a pair of scissors to Yggdrasil’s artificial lacing and cut her skin free of the hoop and put it to soak overnight.

The next day I re-cut the skin, re-punched it and re-laced it to the hoop, all the while giving prayers, respect, gratitude and setting the intention of the drum.  I laced her in such a way as to represent the four seasons, or four directions, or four elements.  Each season has three branches equalling the 12 months of the year.  And I left her to dry for 7 days.

On the first day of 2016, I played her.  Her skin has changed.  The dragon at the base of the tree has become more pronounced, the tree less so.  The deer, the tipi and other animals have disappeared and there has appeared a dark shading with lots of ‘streamers’ which I didn’t understand until later that day.  On Facebook I saw a photo of a Mongolian Shaman dancing with his drum.  His costume has a lot of streamers and the darkness on my drum is a silhouette of this Shaman.  I find this just a little mind-blowing as over the past few months I have been drawn towards discovering more about this culture.

And Yggdrasil…….. she SANG!

And the dogs are no longer terrified of her.

 

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.

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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