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.


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



Tree Dryad – Healing Meditation


Tree dryads are tree spirits. They can be male or female, young or old. For the most part, they are shy, and rarely seen by humans. This tree dryad specialises in healing loneliness, abandonment and rejection wounds in the inner child, and she asked me to channel this healing through for you. Prints of Omanisa’s artwork are available for purchase on request.

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Grounding : Self-Care Meditation

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The meditation teaches various grounding techniques using creative visualisation or magical intent. Grounding is a valuable technique to learn if you tend to be too floaty, spacey, vague, easily distracted, speedy or clumsy. As the counterpoint to (or anchor for) the altered state of mind accessed during healing and psychic work, grounding is a particularly important self-care skill for healers and psychics to learn.

If you would like to learn more about Grounding, have a look at these pages and blogs:

Brown Aura Colour

Unbalanced Grounding

A lack of grounding

Spirit guide helping with grounding

Home Brown in the aura

This colour makes me think of chocolate because it is sweet and comforting. The other classic images I tend to see in association with this colour are images of the earth, rocks, mountains, houses, gardens and trees. This is a beautiful colour. Not only is it warm, it has a silky consistency and it’s vibrational frequency is a low humming purr that always makes me feel relaxed and contented.

Feeling at home with an abode, environment, location, person, group of friends, community, job, career, or even our own body, gives us a classic ‘Home Brown’ feeling of belonging and fitting in. Feeling ‘at home with’ makes us feel safe, comfortable and welcome. We can relax into this sense of belonging in a way that helps us settle and put down roots. We also begin to accept ourselves more deeply than we ever have before, almost as though we are coming home to ourselves.

When home is a person, we usually settle down with them for life, because we have finally found that special someone who totally accepts, honours and loves us for who we are. When home is a group of friends there is a deep sense of trust and mutual support. Home can also be a like-minded community we feel accepted and understood by. This colour frequency provides us with a sense of fulfilment and satisfaction; a sense that the long journey or search is over and we have finally found our ‘place’ in the world.

This is a very natural colour to find in the aura of farmers, gardeners, landscapers, horticulturists, rangers, environmentalists, nature lovers and anyone who has a strong bond with the land. People who wear a lot of Home Brown often earn their living from the land. Unlike Conservative Brown thinkers who tend to see the land purely as a material resource, Home Brown personality types love and respect the planet as a living being and are concerned with preserving ecological balance.

Home Brown teaches us that we are part of a larger whole on a very physical level, just as White teaches us we are part of the whole on an energy level. We are all made out of the same elemental materials. We are part of a living, breathing ecosystem which requires harmonious interaction between its various parts in order to maintain healthy balance. Home Brown teaches us to live in harmony with our environment because it is our home; our larger body.

Si, the Crescent Moon Goddess

photo-11I was recently in Canberra with my mother, viewing the ‘Gold and the Incas’ exhibition at the National Gallery. On the evening of the second day, I reached out and spoke to spirit because I was feeling intensely moved by the plight of cows. I recognised that driven, almost obsessive feeling; in the past it had been stimulated by guides were were stirring my passion in order to draw me down particular pathways aligned with my higher purpose.

“Okay Spirit. If any one of you is responsible for my cow obsession, please step forward and make yourself known!”

From behind the usual crew of helpers, a new figure emerged. She was small, female and dark, as though standing in shadows.

“Who are you?”, I asked?

“I am a crescent moon Goddess. You won’t easily find me if you research. I am ancient.”

She showed me a sickle, a curved blade used for cutting sacred herbs, and she showed me how this shape was the same as the shape of the crescent moon and the curve created by a cows horns. She also showed me an image of a cow with spiralling horns. When I asked her to tell me more about herself and the sickle, this is what she said:

“I will help you cut away all that is old in your life. I help people cut away excess. I am here because you called me. You want to help the cows; so do I. They are my sacred creature. I care for them and they me. We are sisters. The cows horns carry me.”

The next day, I was astonished to find a crescent moon Goddess in the exhibition. It was a very old ceramic statue. Her name was ‘Si’ and she was riding a creature…probably a moon animal. Moon animals were mythical beings in Andean culture, much like chimeras; an imaginary mix of different animals blended together. This statue was from the Chimu’ people, dated between 110-1470 AD. Unlike many of the other Andean cultures (who loved gold), the Chimu people preferred to use Silver in their metal-work. In Andean cultures Gold represent the masculine and was associated with the sun, whereas Silver represented the feminine and was linked with night time and the moon.

Later that night, I spent some more time with Si. I really liked her personality. She was old and gentle, but she seemed to have a youthful lightness and a quick-witted sharpness to her demeanour. She stood in the shadows, but somehow radiated a light that lifted my mood. She used her sickle to carve new shapes into my aura and she helped me find my own sacred sickle within; there were two of them and she adjusted them so that they aligned perfectly with one another, one on each side of my body. The bottom tips of these crescent moons rested on my hips and the upper tips clicked into a special divot in my shoulders. They seem to swivel when I heal. I’m not sure exactly what they are for…. maybe they just help me cut things away with ease.

Since coming come I’ve noticed a change in my healing work. The healings are gentle but so much more powerful. And it isn’t just me noticing- lots of comments from my clients. Everything seems easier. I reach effortlessly in past layers of complexity in the aura without hesitating. My grip on blockages is firmer and my capacity to unlock stuck energy has vastly improved.

The day after I came home I went to see a new friend who sketches spirit guides. Her name is Gisela. Gisela drew my new friend Si, with her curved cow horns. She has earth globes for eyes and a single tear drips from one of her eyes. Gisela talked about Si being a balance of light and shadow, a maiden Goddess who understands the power of simple but powerful actions that can create ripple effects in the world around us. Via Gisela, Si asked me to come back to myself and my heart. This is exactly what my compassion-for-the-cows journey has been about; reconnecting with my inner child’s empathic love for Mother Nature and all her creatures. I had to shut this down when I was younger in order to cope, but I think I now have the strength to open back up to this part of who I am. Since beginning to do this, I have been crying more often than usual, out of sadness for my fellow beings. Last night I burst into tears while discussing the plight of homeless people with my husband! But I have also being finding deeper wells of joy and humour within me too.

And now, a few days later, I have been delighted to find an email from my mother. When we were together in Canberra, she said she wanted to connect with Si too, because she likes her sickle for cutting away the excess in our lives. When we first discovered Si, mum said “But how do I talk to her?”.

“With your imagination mum, just like how you talk to your other spirit guides.”

Her face lit up. “Oh! Like how I talk with the rock spirits!”

I’m so glad mum is talking to Si, because she is a brilliant channel and she has brought through the loveliest information about her. It validates my intuitive sense that Si is behind this change in my healing style, and it helps me to know her better. Here is what mum wrote:

“When Omi and I went to the Inca Exhibition we both met the ancient spirit guide “Si” and connected to her. She is the Yin, and represents the Moon and all things feminine. The crescent moon is her sign and she prefers it this way – like a smile! She is the Light in the dark of the night. The Glimmer of Hope in the Darkness.

She represents mystery and hidden things. Something hidden behind something hidden, behind another and another. Layers upon layers upon layers, cloaked for the Finder to Find. Like a pattern in a weaving hiding another pattern and another. Like layers of an onion peeled back slowly to reveal yet another surprise. This is what she can help us with – Revealing the secrets of the soul – layer upon layer upon layer . Awakening me to myself, to my souls secrets! so many there are…

I felt such a strong connection to all the weavings and embroidery we saw in the exhibition. I remembered that I was a weaver in a past life. Weaving is in my blood, in my soul and brings a light to my darkness.

It Lifts my spirits. Lifts my Spirit….”

At the exhibition, right next to the Si ceramic there were some weavings we both fell in love with. We spent a lot of time drawing them. I felt an emotional ‘thud’ of energy wham into my chest when I saw one of them. I felt like I had made it myself. Mum and I are both weavers. Mum taught me to weave when I was a child and lately I have been weaving again, after many years of not weaving at all. My power animal is the spider, a weaver extraordinaire. In the past few months I have been a little bit crazy about weaving, crocheting, knitting and now braiding. I love working with threads in the aura too- untangling them, re-weaving them, removing broken and frayed threads and so on.

I am feeling really grateful for my connection with spirit, my beautiful family and this incredible planet we live on. With Si riding beside me on her ‘moon-animal’, perhaps together we can raise some awareness about the connections between all of nature- the invisible threads that connect us all together as One.

Blessed Be


Coming to peace with Chaos and Confusion

I’ve seen some new aura colours this week, all in the same person’s aura. She had really unusual colours I hadn’t seen before. I couldn’t work them all out, but I did manage to translate two of them.

The first is a variation on the Confusion colour. Pull out your Confusion Brown Aura Card and imagine something made lighter by the addition of tiny sparkles of golden light, almost as though you are looking at sand with mica specks sprinkled throughout. I’m not sure what to call this new colour. I tried to describe it to my husband Stephen and he suggested ‘Stillness’ or ‘Centred’.

 This is the colour we get in our aura when we accept confusion and chaos. We make our peace with it, and accept a lack of control. Chaos can happen around and within us, but it doesn’t disturb us.

To really explore this colour properly, and see where it fits in my colour system, I need to consider other brown colours that are similar, like Clearing Confusion. This isn’t a colour name you will find in my Aura Card deck.

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My nature spirit teachers – part 2

Gumnut, Button Flower, and Crow

After the mistletoe left, gum nut came in. I was surprised because it wasn’t the flower, just the greenish young nut, before it dies and turns into a nut. Normally, it’s the flower that connects with me.

I felt the gumnut energy opening and closing inside me, releasing tension and dispersing congested energy, shifting energy from one area to another.  Then gumnut focused in on my mini-chakras (or lobes) in my organs and cells, clearing the pathways that run between these chakra networks.

It had a lovely silver-green energy that felt so cleansing and restorative. When I really listened, i could feel it toning, revitalising and restoring the tiny airsacs (alveoli) and nerves in my lungs. Then the the focus expanded and I became aware of the strengthening action shifting into the connection or relationship between the lungs and the small intestine.

I loved the alive, vibrant feeling it gave me in the front of my sacral chakra- so refreshing! I noticed it seemed to be very effective therapeutically on the structural part of this chakra, as well as on the vertical central column between navel and throat.

Very briefly, almost like a bridge running between gumnut and crow, one of the button flowers showed up. It opened me up inside, countering contraction and making me feel roomier.

Into this entered crow. Crow talked to me about facing fear. It picked at a carcass by the side of the road and pulled out an eyeball, indicating for me to follow her. Then she put the eyeball in the sky and said “Wirra Wirra” I don’t know what this means.

I saw/felt sparks of light, a dance of electricity, streamers of light all around and within me.

Crow anchored my hands into this energy, almost like it was some kind of guide rope I was following by touch, into the dark, and again bade me follow. At some point I felt hands all over me left side, moulding and reshaping me, along with a pain in my solar region. The hands were moving me around in circles.

Somehow I found myself crawling on hands and knees, with a great pressure on the back of my sacrum, pushing me down into the mud. The pressing down feeling moved upwards to the back of my head, so that my face was being pushed into the mud. I head a song and a buzzing behind my left ear. Rainbows appeared under me, as though the mud had transformed, and I felt like I was flying or floating, elevated on the rainbow light.

A very strong vision of a rainbow bird with magnificent feathers filled my senses. It was larger than life, almost as though it was a mythological creature, rather than an everyday one. He danced in front me and tapped a gold place at the front of my right shoulder-chest-armpit. Then he merged with me.

I saw crow swallowing the eyeball and pooping it out. There were eyes everywhere, especially on the back of his/my head.


Daisy Bush at Areyonga


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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The Mermaid

This morning I saw something unusual cross my awareness, just for a fraction of a second. I think the neighbours car made a sound that blended with bird-song and a gate closing….. all fairly innocent on their own but somehow the combination of sounds created for me a very powerful hallucination. That fraction of a second might have gone unnoticed were it to flit by in the brain of an average person; a little background noise in the subconscious that most people wouldn’t notice. But in my brain, with my training, that fraction of a second slowed down and expanded. It grabbed my attention and pulled me in.

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