My Spirit, just now, wanted to share this experience, and perception of experience, with you:
Nasty psychic surgeons hurt many people, doing things unseen to the ‘brain’ …
Pouring an acidic substance into the spirit bodies mental body, they make little slices, little cuts, then run what would feel like, sandpaper through the cuts, the brain feeling like it just oozes with wounding.
It felt at times, for me, like the veins in the brain were cut, or clamped, like someone was trying to encourage aneurism or stroke.
When these interferences occur, and they are coupled with technology waging war against the waters of the flesh temple, hitting it with DEW Frequency weap0ns to agitate the waters and energy within them, it can be quite challenging to breathe into it, and remain settled.
I discovered that when it becomes exceedingly difficult, taking 1 capsule of St. Johns Wart gently soothes the severity of the experience.
Now, it’s still difficult, and transmutation work needs to be done, but the edge is dulled, and it becomes easier to alchemize the energy.
The nice thing about St. Johns Wart is, it doesn’t need to be taken every day. It can just be those few moments that seem unbearable …
I did not know this, but apparently St. Johns Wart is used for protection against evil, demons, and witchcraft. This could explain why an herb said to assist with depression works in an attack unseen, such as mentioned above.
Before cutting the branch of a tree or removing a flower, tell the spirit of the tree or plant what you are going to do, so that they can withdraw their energy from that place and not feel the cut so strong.
When you go to nature and want to take a stone that was in the river, ask the river keeper if he allows you to take one of his sacred stones.
If you have to climb a mountain or make a pilgrimage through the jungle, ask permission from the spirits and guardians of the place. It is very important that you communicate even if you do not feel, do not listen or do not see. Enter with respect to each place, since Nature listens to you, sees you and feels you.
Every movement you make in the microcosm generates a great impact on the macrocosm.
When you approach an animal, give thanks for the medicine it has for you.
Honor life in its many forms and be aware that each being is fulfilling its purpose, nothing was created to fill spaces, everything and everyone is here remembering our mission, remembering who we are and awakening from the sacred dream to return home.
Once upon a time, fountainbleu forest – France 🇫🇷
White Willow is the oldest recorded analgesic, or painkiller, in human history.
Chinese physicians have used white willow since 500 b.c. to relieve pain and lower fevers.
White willow was also used in ancient Assyrian, Egyptian, and Greek medicine as well.
The Greek physicians Hippocrates and Galen recommended white willow to remedy fevers and pain.
Native American tribes, including the Cherokee, Blackfoot, Iroquois, and Eskimo peoples, created a tea from closely related species of the bark to relieve headaches, fever, sore muscles, chills, rheumatism, and general aches and pains.
European chemists extracted the constituent salicin from white willow bark and converted it to salicylic acid.
Due to the cheap and easy production of synthetic aspirin, white willow eventually lost its popularity as a pain and fever reliever.
“…And after a long time the boy came back again.
“I am sorry, Boy,” said the tree, “but I have nothing left to give you-
My apples are gone.”
“My teeth are too weak for apples,” said the boy.
“My branches are gone,” said the tree.
“You cannot swing on them-“
“I am too old to swing on branches,” said the boy.
“My trunk is gone,” said the tree.
“You cannot climb-“
“I am too tired to climb,” said the boy.
“I am sorry,” sighed the tree.
“I wish that I could give you something… but I have nothing left. I am an old stump. I am sorry…”
“I don’t need very much now,” said the boy, “just a quiet pleace to sit and rest. I am very tired.”
“Well,” said the tree, straightening herself up as much as she could,
“well, an old stump is a good for sitting and resting. Come, Boy, sit down. Sit down and rest.”
And the boy did.
And the tree was happy.”
~ Shel Silverstein – The Giving Tree, 1964.
The wheels of nature are not made to roll backward; everything presses on toward Eternity; from the birth of Time an impetuous current has set in, which bears all the sons of men toward that interminable ocean. Meanwhile Heaven is attracting to itself whatever is congenial to its nature, is enriching itself by the spoils of earth, and collecting within its capacious bosom, whatever is pure, permanent and divine. ~ Robert Hall
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