Nature Magic and Gaian Attunements

Today is the one year anniversary of the first time we arrived here on our block of land in Northern NSW and I thought I’d mark the occasion with a blog.

It’s been an intense week! My sister and daughter invited me in via video link to hang with them during their blood moon ceremony they were doing last week. This is the second time now, that we’ve come together to do some family healing magic. The first time was on the 22nd of the 3rd, 2017. At the time, my husband and I were on the east coast searching for a new place to live. There was flooding everywhere and we got bogged! My husband kindly played the hero and I left him with the muddy saga while I caught the train to Brisbane and spent an evening doing magic with my sister and daughter. The date worked out nicely, seeing as we were keen to take advantage of the fact that there was some good number magic happening with our ages: 44, 33 and 22. I’m an 11, by the way, in numerology!

We had an incredible shift happen, all three of us, a year later on the 22nd of march. All of us could see the work we’d done a year prior, unfolding perfectly, ripening potently. Our intention, always, is to unravel unhealthy patterns and wounds in our ancestral line. On Friday night, we agreed we were doing womb magic… a sense of shedding old skins and planting the seed of new intentions, whilst also honouring the depths of our power and wisdom as women. We discussed some of the patterns we see in ourselves, in our family line, that we don’t like so much, and in the process of exploring them together, came to understand these patterns with greater clarity. We all found our own words to describe what we were releasing, but in essence, they were solar plexus wounds, self-worth/ego wounds.

I was guided through my part of the ceremony by my spirit tree, the native kurrajong I befriended on my first visit. I go to her almost every day and she teaches me things, refining my capacity for meditation and helping me with my healing work, both for myself and others. The Tree, as I refer to ‘her’, is my connection with Gaia, the Earth Goddess. Last year, Gaia reattuned my hand chakras. She was taking the attunement deeper, higher. The first time she attuned me was in 1996, at the beginning of my journey as a healer. She pushed clear quartz crystal shards into the palms of my hands, showing me how they would emit colour when I focused my intent. Then she told me to go forth and heal the Earth, heal the people.

After the second attunement last year, Gaia asked me to attune others to her healing frequency, which I did on my return to Darwin in the form of a Gaian Healing Attunement Workshop. During the blood moon ceremony, which for me took place over about three days, Gaia gave me another attunement. She brought pieces of jet into my aura, a black crystal made from wood, running them down through the outside of my right arm. There was this wonderful sense that she was spinning the energy of the jet crystal into long thin energy lines, and laying them throughout the length of my arm. They converged at a point on the inside of my wrist, and then, in a most spiderman-like fashion, stretched out through my fingertips. Then Gaia placed a black onyx crystal on the inside of my arm near my elbow, saying it was functioning as a “ballast”.

I feel almost self-conscious writing this, because I know how touchy and superstitious people can be about the colour black! It’s sad, really, because it’s beautiful. Think of the night sky, filled with stars! Black is a womb colour, too, so I found that quite apt. As I’ve written elsewhere, I learned at the beginning of my journey as an aura sketcher, to never use black because people get ridiculously silly about it and assume it’s some sign of evil or imminent death Oh no! I knew it, I’m a bad person! or Oh no! She’s drawn black! I’m going to die!  Can you imagine me rolling my eyes? In the interests of less drama and more peace in my life, I quickly learned to replace the colour black with dark colours like dark blue, dark green, dark red and dark grey. Each one represents various facets of black, some of which are ‘positive’ and some of which can certainly be ‘negative’.

Anyone familiar with black crystals will know that black crystals are protective. In a way, you could almost imagine them cloaking your aura with an invisibility shield, and hiding you from harm. Some of them absorb and melt negativity away. Others filter it out of your aura. And crystals like Jet are used for cleansing. I love the new pattern that has been installed in my right arm and hand! There is this wonderful sense of being able to manoeuvre easily though the shadows of another’s pain during healing, without being touched by it myself. I also love the ‘weight’ these dark frequency crystals lend my healer’s arm and hand. I feel like I can more easily see the core of the issue, without any messing around. And this is perhaps being reflected in the healings I’m doing at the moment.

I haven’t felt like using my Aura Cards lately. I’ve had a sense of needing to come back to the purity of ‘seeing/feeling/hearing/knowing/etc’ the aura directly. For years, I needed the shield of the cards to mute the intensity of this work for me, to stand between me and the client so I could rest my psychic senses a little, over the course of multiple hour-long sessions on a daily basis. Here, at my writer’s retreat, I am doing a little healing work, but I’m maintaining some distance and space so I can rest my boundaries! I’m doing this by offering short 10-15 minute healings and/or readings which I record as an audio file in my own time, and then send via text. I love the straight-to-the-point efficiency of these shorter healings and the way I can maintain a very high frequency state throughout.

Besides being blessed with a new attunement, I’m also blessed to have watched the kurrajong tree bursting into bloom over the past week. She is stunning! Her flowers are like tiny bells tinkling their healing magic through my aura. And today, I was doubly blessed when one of the local wallabies finally decided we were friendly, coming to eat grass just a few metres away from where we were standing.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The kurrajong and the orchid

The reason I haven’t been blogging much over the past few years is because I’ve been hard at work writing a biography about my grandparents and my great uncle Peter Fannin, as well as working on a revision of my grandmothers wildflowers book. All of which takes up most of the writing energy I have!

The lovely thing is, I finally have some time off work to focus on these tasks. My husband, myself and our dog friend Rocky, are currently at a rural property in Nymboida, Northern NSW, living in a tiny home that is half the size of our old bedroom. We’re off grid and I’m in my element, with nature all around me.

Every morning, I either go for a long walk with Rocky, do some work on clearing a fire-break around the tiny house, or go into battle with the monstrous lantana groves. Afterwards, I come back red in the face and warm all over, with my heart thumping loud and hard in my chest. Each activity is giving me all forms of the exercise I know I need to stay healthy: strengthening my muscles, expanding my flexibility, and improving my cardiovascular health. Then I sit down and write for the rest of the day, with breaks here and there for cooking, conversations and gardening. We are usually in bed by 8pm and up again at the crack of dawn.

Not long after we arrived, I found what immediately became my favourite tree on the block, not far from the house, just inside the area that had been designated as “must be cleared” territory by the fire-fighting neighbour. The tree drew me in and enchanted me, even from a distance, and when I got closer I could see it was in full bloom! It seemed so familiar to me, as though I should know what it was… like a friend’s name you’ve forgotten.

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The mysterious identity nagged at me for weeks until one day we were in the carpark at Bunnings and I looked up to find a kurrajong in flower beside me. I’d never met this particular kind of kurrajong before, but I just knew it was a kurrajong- no mistaking that flower and leaf shape. Something went click and I started to wonder if my new friend on the block was a kurrajong. I’ve since discovered it’s a brachychiton populneus, a kurrajong native to the east coast of Australia.

I’ve been so busy with writing and lantana-pulling that I haven’t had a chance to visit my new friend in the past week, so I started going in spirit at night. The first time I went, I was amazed by the quantity and diversity of nature spirits around this tree. Even more so, the potency of them. We had a conversation about a near-miss the tree had had, when Stephen and I cut down a messy tangle of dead trees leaning against a live tree, that the previous owner had created during his own unfinished clearing work. The dead trees were precariously balanced and had to come down for safety’s sake but the only way we could safely bring them down was to cut down the tree that was holding them up. Besides which, the supporting tree was in the “you must clear a fire-break around your house” zone.

“Can we please not cut down my favourite tree?” I asked my husband. He agreed. Unfortunately, it was only a few metres away from the messy tangle that did have to come down. We did everything we could to try to get the poor condemned tree and its dangerous load to fall away from the kurrajong. After some strategic chainsaw cutting and ratchet-strap rigging, we went back to the house and waited. Nothing happened for about 15 minutes and then we heard the first cracks and watched from the distance. At first, the messy tangle headed straight for the kurrajong and then everything seemed to pause, as though in slow motion, and gracefully sweep off to one side. The kurrajong lost a few branches, but it survived!

In my night-time spirit-conversation with the kurrajong, it showed me a movie-replay of the event. I could see a cushion of air appear above the kurrajong as the trees came towards it, deflecting everything away from it, as though the kurrajong had protected itself. The attitude behind the image shown felt a little like someone dusting their hands off and putting their hands on their hips in a sassy way, as though to say “I can take care of myself thank you!” Ha!

After this image was shown, I was invited to sit under the tree, and the flowers gave me some healing. It almost felt like a Harry Potter sorting-hat was coming down over my head, but instead of sorting me into some kind of group, it was helping me sort my thoughts. Then I could feel energy lines from my head slowly being cleared all the way down to my feet. Kurrajong species’ definitely have a grounding action! As this happened, I spoke to the tree, and it explained that it was helping me focus my thoughts, rather than wasting time on ideas or lines of thought that weren’t practical.

I’ve been back to visit the tree at night a few times now. Last night I asked the kurrajong flower-spirit for healing, because I was in pain from an old injury that had flared up. The healing began and not long into it, the imagery shimmered and I could feel the kurrajong step back. In it’s place appeared an entirely different flower. In my mind, I kind of zoomed in, the way you would with a camera lens, to get a closer look. At first I was puzzled, then I realised it was an orchid. But I hadn’t seen any orchids of that colour on the block, and I knew from the mood of the shift from one flower to another that this orchid must be somewhere on the block, not far from the kurrajong.

Both the kurrajong and the orchid insisted I had already met the orchid. Confused, I ran though my memory of the many walks and then suddenly remembered seeing a single stem, like a grass stem, with tiny little pods on it that might have been closed flowers. They had the same colour as this orchid. “Is this you?” I asked, showing the orchid my memory. “Yes! I’m in flower now. Come and visit me tomorrow.” DSCN0838

So this morning I dutifully headed off in search for the flower, half-chuckling at myself for believing my night-time imaginings, and wondering how I was going to find such a tiny flower on 100 acres of land. I said hello to the kurrajong on the way past, stopped to photograph a bird, and spent a good 10 minutes searching for the orchid. I knew I’d seen it down near the creek bank somewhere, but where? I was just about to give up when I decided to try one more area. There was a lot of dead wood and bark on the ground and my first few steps almost up-ended me, because there were large holes hidden beneath them. Feeling a bit worried, I started to back away when I looked up and there it was! The orchid, in magnificent bloom!DSCN0878

How beautiful! Anyway, had to share this magic moment with you. On the way back, we visited the strawberry gum we planted a month ago. It’s doing really well and is one of the many bush-tucker plants I want to grow here in the lantana-reclaimed areas. It’s said to bring the flavours out in a dish. We’ve also planted a native mint and a finger lime, and I’d love to plant some macadamias!DSCN0881

Blessed Be

Om

 

RED KURRAJONG – Flower essence

Brachiciton paradoxum

 

Description- Flowers grow directly from branches of small straggly tree after all leaves have dropped. Red, bell-shaped in clusters on very short stalks in old leaf axils. Flowers Jun-Oct.

 

Possible symptoms due to energy imbalance:

Exasperation. Frustration. Impatience. Easy pushed off centre. Reactive. Taking things on, taking it personally, getting too involved. Being offended, getting angry or upset about other people, situations. Feeling harassed and set upon. Conflict. Impasse. Tendency to give up and blame the ‘other’ or take over responsibility for the situation completely. Loosing sight of the bigger picture. Competing with team members. Wanting to run away.

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