Went for a walk on a trail off the old scenic hwy. I found some tufts of fur and a heart rock. Arranged it and said a prayer gifting it back in a good way to Mother.
Strolling among the Standing Ones I stopped and what do I see? A heart rock, and the word “friend” someone left behind.
Continuing along the way I found some orange peel, moss, a cool leaf and some wonderful smelling fallen branches. Branchlettes? Haha. So beautiful out here! Arranged them, said a prayer and walked on, feeling happy.
May it bring a smile to all who pass.
That song “don’t worry about a thing, cuz every little thing is gonna be alright” started playing in my head.
Such sweet moments, presenting themselves to me.
Found a cool stick and some more pretties. Arranged them and said a prayer of gratitude for the sharing of such wonderful things with me.
Here, I can smell the sweetness of the fir trees. Smells fruity.
Found some leaves that were just veins. And some more fur and a couple empty snail shells. Another opportunity to say a prayer for life.
Check this out! Reminds me of some sort of rune or magical symbol. It’s wood.
It’s been said that the natives used to bend the young trees like this to “point the way” for travelers. I did not put the note there, but was very happy to see it.
I saw a young woman and man walking swiftly and I stepped aside to let them pass. He was walking ahead of her and it looked like she was just trying to keep up. I thought to myself, stop, and look at something sweetheart, let him go. She totally missed the beauty of the flowers blooming.
Walking along I saw this tree. It appeared to be a dead tree but the wood was still quite solid. I wondered what might have done this damage to it. Perhaps a bear? Were they looking for bugs? I did not see any claw marks, just little bits gnawed off, all about the same size.
I stood between these two beauties for a time, one hand on each.
As I exited the trail after a lovely 2.5 hours in the forest I came upon more fur. I arranged it and said a prayer to Gaia for her beloved furry friends, and mine …..
As I left, I wore a smile. My countenance was extremely peaceful, still is. Gaia has healed me more times that I am even aware of.
I love her so much.
And she loves us.
Here is a compilation of the beautiful flowing waters.
“Years ago, anthropologist Margaret Mead was asked by a student what she considered to be the first sign of civilization in a culture. The student expected Mead to talk about fishhooks or clay pots or grinding stones.
But no. Mead said that the first sign of civilization in an ancient culture was a femur (thighbone) that had been broken and then healed. Mead explained that in the animal kingdom, if you break your leg, you die. You cannot run from danger, get to the river for a drink or hunt for food. You are meat for prowling beasts. No animal survives a broken leg long enough for the bone to heal.
A broken femur that has healed is evidence that someone has taken time to stay with the one who fell, has bound up the wound, has carried the person to safety and has tended the person through recovery. Helping someone else through difficulty is where civilization starts, Mead said.”
We are at our best when we serve others. Be civilized.
You might experience MORE symptoms than usual such ringing in the ears, restless nights, fast heartbeat, body shakes, dizziness, anxiety, abnormal breathing, and headaches.
“The old soul that dwells at the core of each person has a tolerance for chaos and an instinct for survival. Not in the simple biological terms of survival of the fittest, but a complex involvement with hidden aspects of creation. We can only come to know our soul when the chips are down, when there’s nothing else to do but take on a bigger imagination of the cosmos and of our place within it. The return of cosmic order and cosmic sense always happens at the edge of the abyss, on the brink of disaster where life and beauty and meaning are snatched once again from the teeth of chaos.”
I’m reading this one right now (among others). It is fascinating!
One thing that stood out was that “creator” is a being with both sexes, male and female, and when creating humans, it put the Primordial Light into the feminine. There are beings out there now who seek this Primordial Light, by “pushing” the light within the feminine OUT, hoping that it will expand into an egg like structure, to be utilized to “create” … I think some very bad dudes are doing this to the feminine, and this is why it seems like the feminine has been squashed for decades … “they” are seeking the “key” to creation. They must, for they decided to become “creators” in their own right, moving away from the Light of Source Creator … so they must seek to “harness” this light so they don’t “fizzle out”. THIS is what they are here for right now, actually, from the future … seeking this Primordial Light, to protect their own future as dominators.
They actually entrap the feminine and USE her Light ….. really bad dudes. Who are desperate …. and incapable of co-creating because they are so focused on dominating life.
It seems to me they skewed the creation story when trying to BECOME Source Creator … which they can of course never succeed at 100%, at best becoming a second, only. Maybe this is why they feel the need to destroy so much of creation … trying to be #1.
“In the course of my lifetime I have lived in two distinct cultures. I was born into a culture that lived in communal houses. My grandfather’s house was eighty feet long. It was called a smoke house, and it stood down by the beach along the inlet. All my grandfather’s sons and their families lived in this dwelling. Their sleeping apartments were separated by blankets made of bull rush weeds, but one open fire in the middle served the cooking needs of all.
In houses like these, throughout the tribe, people learned to live with one another; learned to respect the rights of one another. And children shared the thoughts of the adult world and found themselves surrounded by aunts and uncles and cousins who loved them and did not threaten them. My father was born in such a house and learned from infancy how to love people and be at home with them.
And beyond this acceptance of one another there was a deep respect for everything in Nature that surrounded them. My father loved the Earth and all its creatures. The Earth was his second mother. The Earth and everything it contained was a gift from See-see-am… and the way to thank this Great Spirit was to use his gifts with respect.
I remember, as a little boy, fishing with him up Indian River and I can still see him as the sun rose above the mountain top in the early morning…I can see him standing by the water’s edge with his arms raised above his head while he softly moaned…”Thank you, thank you.” It left a deep impression on my young mind.
And I shall never forget his disappointment when once he caught me gaffing for fish “just for the fun of it.” “My son” he said, “The Great Spirit gave you those fish to be your brothers, to feed you when you are hungry. You must respect them. You must not kill them just for the fun of it.”
This then was the culture I was born into and for some years the only one I really knew or tasted. This is why I find it hard to accept many of the things I see around me.
I see people living in smoke houses hundreds of times bigger than the one I knew. But the people in one apartment do not even know the people in the next and care less about them.
It is also difficult for me to understand the deep hate that exists among people. It is hard to understand a culture that justifies the killing of millions in past wars, and it at this very moment preparing bombs to kill even greater numbers. It is hard for me to understand a culture that spends more on wars and weapons to kill, than it does on education and welfare to help and develop.
It is hard for me to understand a culture that not only hates and fights his brothers but even attacks Nature and abuses her. I see my white brothers going about blotting out Nature from his cities. I see him strip the hills bare, leaving ugly wounds on the face of mountains. I see him tearing things from the bosom of Mother Earth as though she were a monster, who refused to share her treasures with him. I see him throw poison in the waters, indifferent to the life he kills there; as he chokes the air with deadly fumes.
My white brother does many things well for he is more clever than my people but I wonder if he has ever really learned to love at all. Perhaps he only loves the things that are his own but never learned to love the things that are outside and beyond him. And this is, of course, not love at all, for man must love all creation or he will love none of it. Man must love fully or he will become the lowest of the animals. It is the power to love that makes him the greatest of them all… for he alone of all animals is capable of [a deeper] love.
My friends, how desperately do we need to be loved and to love. When Christ said man does not live by bread alone, he spoke of a hunger. This hunger was not the hunger of the body.. He spoke of a hunger that begins in the very depths of man… a hunger for love. Love is something you and I must have. We must have it because our spirit feeds upon it. We must have it because without it we become weak and faint. Without love our self esteem weakens. Without it our courage fails. Without love we can no longer look out confidently at the world. Instead we turn inwardly and begin to feed upon our own personalities and little by little we destroy ourselves.
You and I need the strength and joy that comes from knowing that we are loved. With it we are creative. With it we march tirelessly. With it, and with it alone, we are able to sacrifice for others. There have been times when we all wanted so desperately to feel a reassuring hand upon us… there have been lonely times when we so wanted a strong arm around us… I cannot tell you how deeply I miss my wife’s presence when I return from a trip. Her love was my greatest joy, my strength, my greatest blessing.
I am afraid my culture has little to offer yours. But my culture did prize friendship and companionship. It did not look on privacy as a thing to be clung to, for privacy builds walls and walls promote distrust. My culture lived in big family communities, and from infancy people learned to live with others.
My culture did not prize the hoarding of private possessions, in fact, to hoard was a shameful thing to do among my people. The Indian looked on all things in Nature as belonging to him and he expected to share them with others and to take only what he needed.
Everyone likes to give as well as receive. No one wishes only to receive all the time. We have taken something from your culture… I wish you had taken something from our culture, for there were some beautiful and good things in it.
Soon it will be too late to know my culture, for integration is upon us and soon we will have no values but yours. Already many of our young people have forgotten the old ways. And many have been shamed of their Indian ways by scorn and ridicule. My culture is like a wounded deer that has crawled away into the forest to bleed and die alone.
The only thing that can truly help us is genuine love. You must truly love, be patient with us and share with us. And we must love you—with a genuine love that forgives and forgets… a love that forgives the terrible sufferings your culture brought ours when it swept over us like a wave crashing along a beach… with a love that forgets and lifts up its head and sees in your eyes an answering love of trust and acceptance…”
See the Truth ~ Do not be deceived. Be watchful and mindful of the illusions others weave around themselves, and that you may weave around yourself. Know the night. Understand the shadows. See through the darkness to the light of truth. Pay attention to contradictions. Notice when actions and words are not in harmony. Hone your intuition and insight so that you may know the minds and hearts of those around you – and yourself – and trust in the wisdom born of that awareness.
Have Courage ~ There are Times when you feel small, afraid and alone in the world, but you are not alone. You are watched over and cherished by Gaia and Great Spirit. Know that you have within you the strength to overcome all obstacles placed in your path no matter how daunting or large they may seem. Have courage. Now is the time to trust in yourself and have confidence that you will overcome all.
Embrace the Dark ~You have been taught that all is either good or evil, negative or positive; good gives rise to good, and bad gives rise to bad. It is wrong to have feelings of anger, dislike or fear as these emotions are born of our shadow self. This is not Truth. Everything happens for a reason. Love can give rise to destruction, and hate can inspire acts of genuine love. The lessons offered by our shadow often teach us the most. Know your shadow self. Love it. Without the darkness, the stars cannot be seen.
Jim Self explains (in my understanding) WHY the HUman Christos, the Creator Light, is being entrapped … the distorted creator gods have lost the light needed to create, and so they steal it from the original blueprint, enslaving it.
However there IS a shifting happening now in this whole process, a dismantling of sorts.
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