An Amercian Indian man sits watching me, holding a spear.
The spear is embedded in the earth.
It has feathers and shells on it.
It sways in the wind, and I hear bells tinkling.
He wants me to take the spear:
“It’s yours take it.”
I do, but he gets old waiting!
I use it to break the ties that bind me
and then I stamp the end of it into the earth.
Last night I had a healing…. or a burning?
Spirit called me to the couch and I lay down.
I felt like I was on fire. I felt like I was burning.
I encompassed the fear so it couldn’t hurt me
I realised how strong ‘knowing’ is
Knowing I am larger than the fear
Knowing I am safe
I just watched the burning without struggling
without trying to block it out
I didn’t get caught up in it or feel it though
I just held it gently within my larger self
and felt my strength.
I was stabbed through the heart with a spear in a past life
And I was burned as a witch.
For black magic I think
Perhaps that is why I’m a little wary of witchcraft
Perhaps it is part of my repressed power.
A candle was lit in my throat
and the flame grew strong
I felt the strength of the fire bring this centre to life
Connecting with my Master Guide
The Cherokee poem:
“Daughter-one-mine, of the sun, the sea, the earth beneath.
All the shadows melt away in your light.
A strong flame burns within, steady, amidst the storms.
You will not break. Be in this centre.
Show them. Teach them the Way of the Eye.
I am he who stills the night
I am he who sheds the light
of golden consciousness
Feel the rest, feel the rest
My daughter I have time for thee
I am the light of mystery
Keep at thy work
Thy good be done
Remember One, remember one.
Fare thee well, my Cherokee
I am the artist, you are the tree
I am here for you, as are the others
We are your family. Call on us
Into the circle, pyramid of light
Into the flames
We will lift the energy
for your healing rite.
Fair art thou, when happy
“Oh Beautiful One
Fair art thou, when happy
Do you like the music I play?
For you are the harmony of the spheres
Feel it flow through you
Here you are in the centre
Look here to find your true self
And luagh, that you should look anywhere else
Sweet- I can speak to you in any language
and with many voices
But we are all One
Find your centre, your core
And you will find all that is
Slip into the notch made for you
And know who you are- your totality
The one and the many
Keep one hand on your heart
and you will all ways find your way home
Yes, I am speaking with you
You are real and so am I- It all Is. We are.
Follow your dreams
Make them real
Love yourself this much
You deserve it, we all do.
Don’t ask permission
You already have it
Just make it real
Apple on the tree
Omanisa I cherish thee
Thou art apple on the tree
Come to the ocean and dive right in
I will show you where to begin
Start the mile with a single step
Follow your way along the map
A guilded pathway set in stone
Too old to belong
Sing the song of substance
Let it ring, resonate within the stone
Let it carry you forth, across water
Over valley and seas, beneath and beyond
the worlds end
Feel your way
You will be shown
A guiding hand through the dark
leading you ever on
A temple there will be
A rise of steps
Above the mist and darkness
Above the mountain top
Approach softly and with reverence
Within, the jewel awaits
It’s fire burns purple-red
A spiritual flame, a lilac flame
It will ignite your heartflame
and your heart will sing its song
Resonate in recognition.
Strength. Knowing. Purpose. Focus. Intent
Lift it with reverence, above
Hold it high
Lower it swiftly
Neatly down into the crown
It will swirl down quickly
and bounce up into the arms
Bring them up with the movement, head back