On a recent trip through central Australia, my country, my place of birth, spirit spoke to me. We travelled 6000 km and travelled through 15 communities but there was only one place that reached out and said hello. I was curious as to why it was that particular place that spoke to me, so when I got home, I reached out and reconnected. I remembered that the voice had come from the mountain. I wasn’t sure if it was the mountain itself, a cave, or some flowers on the other side, but now as I write this, I hear a voice telling me it was ‘the spirit of the land’. I asked the voice why this place connected with me:
“Because this is your place. It’s the best place for you, where you resonate with the land and the female earth energy. It’s the best place for you now, not always, but now. Come visit and we will talk with you, teach you. We know you and have worked with you before. Some places in Australia will talk to you because they recognise you. You’ve been allowed access to some layers/levels of knowledge-wisdom because of who you are and your history.”
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DAISY BUSH MEDICINE (essence)
Areyonga was a power place for me; the mountains reached out and connected with me, spoke with me. I haven’t seen a more beautiful place and it was delicious to be nestled so closely between two mountains. The echo was incredible. What I thought were two dogs barking at each other turned out to be one dog barking at himself.
I found two special flowers here, both within metres of one another, a fuchsia and a daisy. This was the first daisy I’d found on the trip and I’d really been looking forwards to connecting with daisy, so it was a magical moment for me. I’d headed in off the road, letting spirit guide my steps, drawn towards some mistletoe. As I stepped up to the tree I realised it wasn’t in flower, but when I looked down, right in front of me was this magnificent daisy bush.
Daisy spoke to me mostly in images and feelings, with the odd word thrown in. I had to work with this medicine three times before I really grasped its purpose.
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