People have been talking about it for years and now we’re seeing the effects of not living in harmony with the earth. The biggest events of the millennium have already happened and are happening and we sit here helpless as we watch the effects of our actions destroying life in and around water, along with the water itself.
What’s it going to take to stop the madness?
The other ‘event’ taking place is Monsanto’s assault on the food supply. Crossing DNA of insects and fish with the DNA of plants; something called GMO. Genetically Modified Organisms.
A few years ago I had a “Bug” company come to spray around the house for ants. The big black ants that are the same as having termites. The ants rained down out of the garage, dead. Problem fixed. We kept the “Bug” company for a few years. They would come to spray twice a year and we didn’t think much about it or how it would affect the area around us. A few years passed and then one night, instead of the cacophony of night sounds that lull me to sleep, there was complete and total silence. No insects humming. No frogs croaking. Complete silence.
I just about went crazy. I live for the summer night sounds.
I ‘journeyed’ to find out what had happened to my beloved frogs. When I entered their domain in the other world the frogs had their backs to me. I was desperate and filled with sorrow. I couldn’t imagine what I had done to make the frogs so angry. I poured out my heart to them and told them I was so sorry for hurting them. I love the sounds of the frogs all around. I am never happier than in the Spring when I first hear the awakening of nature and the rebirth of the mother after the long winter.
As I spoke to them, one by one, the frogs began to face me and then they were all around me and then they were all over me. I thought they would never forgive me, but they did. Relief and joy filled me. I waited for them to come back immediately but it actually took about 2 years for them to repopulate the area around my house. Now the night sounds are back and all is as it should be. The frogs and all the other insects and creatures are safe and happy and sing their joy. At night I am once again carried into journeying by the voices of the natural world.
So no matter what, I won’t spray deadly poison around the house outside or the grass for fear of driving the frogs out of my life again, or the crickets and don’t forget the bees. People wonder what has happened to the bees. They are the first sign of a world out of balance. I’ve been seeing more and more bees the last few years and I intend to keep it that way.
I’ll find more natural methods to deal with home invasions of insects and keep my area free of deadly chemicals that eradicate the natural world. I am not helpless. I am discerning. I make choices that make a difference.
"Come my beloved children and let me tell you a beautiful story." Grandmother Pa'Ris'Ha
Showing posts with label journey. Show all posts
Showing posts with label journey. Show all posts
Monday, April 4, 2011
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Journey to Mojave Desert (part 3)
Continuing the Journey from the Mojave Desert in Northern Arizona on to Death Valley, we spent a day going to the Racetrack Playa. Before we left for the trip to the Playa some in the Group or Grandmother Parisha herself had two stories to share.
One was of a man who had stayed at the same hotel where we were all staying. He had been told before going out hiking that he needed to sign himself out of the hotel and sign himself back in upon his return. His journey took him out to the Playa where he spent the afternoon. Or so he thought. On his return trip he ran into two Park Rangers who asked his name. He told them and the Rangers said they were glad he had been found. He said, "what do you mean, "found". I was only gone for an afternoon." The Rangers looked at one another and said, "come with us". They took the man back to the hotel and showed him the book with his signature and the date where he had signed himself out to go on his 'afternoon' trip. The date was 3 days later.
The Rangers said that there have been many people who have taken trips to the Racetrack Playa and have never been seen nor heard from since. They told this man they thought he was going to be one of them. The man was absolutely amazed.
Another person, a man I think, said he went to the Playa, found a rock to sit on so he could draw and before he climbed up on the rock, he took off his shoes. When he went to get off the rock, his shoes were about 15 feet away from the rock. The rock had moved with him on it and he never felt a thing.
We got to the Playa mid-afternoon. Many of us walked out to the Bandstand, a group of rocks in the middle of the flat expanse of hard-packed mud. Time moved quickly and it was time to go as dark was upon us. Most of the people had already returned. We were sitting in our cars waiting for one other. It was now dark. Grandmother PaRisHa sent someone out to get the one person whom, we could tell, was just walking across the expanse from the rock back toward the vehicles. She said she thought she had only been out there for 15 to 20 minutes when in fact about 2 hours had passed.
I breathed a little easier once we got back to the hotel.
One was of a man who had stayed at the same hotel where we were all staying. He had been told before going out hiking that he needed to sign himself out of the hotel and sign himself back in upon his return. His journey took him out to the Playa where he spent the afternoon. Or so he thought. On his return trip he ran into two Park Rangers who asked his name. He told them and the Rangers said they were glad he had been found. He said, "what do you mean, "found". I was only gone for an afternoon." The Rangers looked at one another and said, "come with us". They took the man back to the hotel and showed him the book with his signature and the date where he had signed himself out to go on his 'afternoon' trip. The date was 3 days later.
The Rangers said that there have been many people who have taken trips to the Racetrack Playa and have never been seen nor heard from since. They told this man they thought he was going to be one of them. The man was absolutely amazed.
Another person, a man I think, said he went to the Playa, found a rock to sit on so he could draw and before he climbed up on the rock, he took off his shoes. When he went to get off the rock, his shoes were about 15 feet away from the rock. The rock had moved with him on it and he never felt a thing.
We got to the Playa mid-afternoon. Many of us walked out to the Bandstand, a group of rocks in the middle of the flat expanse of hard-packed mud. Time moved quickly and it was time to go as dark was upon us. Most of the people had already returned. We were sitting in our cars waiting for one other. It was now dark. Grandmother PaRisHa sent someone out to get the one person whom, we could tell, was just walking across the expanse from the rock back toward the vehicles. She said she thought she had only been out there for 15 to 20 minutes when in fact about 2 hours had passed.
I breathed a little easier once we got back to the hotel.
Friday, January 14, 2011
A Journey to the Mojave Desert
Traveling with Grandmother PaRisHa is always an extraordinary experience. In the 25 plus years that I've known her it never ceases to amaze me that so much can happen in her presence.
Several years ago a group of us packed up and headed West to Arizona where we spent days and nights camping in the Mojave desert. It was with a lot of apprehension that I made the decision to go because, if truth be told, I don't like creepy crawly things such as the big three: scorpions, any kind of spider - especially ones as big as tarantulas, snakes - especially poisonous snakes.
So weeks before I made the decision to go sleep on the desert floor with all these critters I journeyed into the other worlds to see what would await me. This is akin to time travel because it took me into the future to see what I could see.....and this is what I saw:
I saw a lush, flowering, wet desert as though it had recently rained. I saw myself with my medicine walking stick and wondered why I would think to bring that with me. There would certainly be no real need for it and it would be a burden to carry it on the plane with me. I decided to leave the walking stick home where I thought it belonged. I noticed that we were camping in an area that was cleared of brush and leveled out. I saw that the creepy crawlies stayed to the outer reaches of the camp, as though out of respect for our being there. I saw this through their eyes and from their viewpoint in the desert. I knew in that moment that I would not encounter any of the things I disliked most and felt better about going on the trip.
As the day of my departure grew near, Grandmother PaRisHa sent emails from our desert destination saying that she had already set up camp. She said that when we got there we would be able to see the desert in all its flowering glory because it was raining there. Someone had been employed to come out and clear a section of the desert where we would be camping to make it easier for us to move around. So much of what I had seen in my journeying had already come to pass, before I even got there!
After arriving in Arizona, and while taking my 50 pound suitcase off the back of the vehicle in which we were traveling, I dropped the case on my foot. This was why I had seen myself with a walking stick. It took my foot about 5 days of the trip to heal back to where I could walk without assistance from a stick that someone had gleaned from the desert floor, since I didn't have mine with me.
I never did see any creepy crawlies walking around during the whole trip, something for which I was very grateful.
More to come.....
Several years ago a group of us packed up and headed West to Arizona where we spent days and nights camping in the Mojave desert. It was with a lot of apprehension that I made the decision to go because, if truth be told, I don't like creepy crawly things such as the big three: scorpions, any kind of spider - especially ones as big as tarantulas, snakes - especially poisonous snakes.
So weeks before I made the decision to go sleep on the desert floor with all these critters I journeyed into the other worlds to see what would await me. This is akin to time travel because it took me into the future to see what I could see.....and this is what I saw:
I saw a lush, flowering, wet desert as though it had recently rained. I saw myself with my medicine walking stick and wondered why I would think to bring that with me. There would certainly be no real need for it and it would be a burden to carry it on the plane with me. I decided to leave the walking stick home where I thought it belonged. I noticed that we were camping in an area that was cleared of brush and leveled out. I saw that the creepy crawlies stayed to the outer reaches of the camp, as though out of respect for our being there. I saw this through their eyes and from their viewpoint in the desert. I knew in that moment that I would not encounter any of the things I disliked most and felt better about going on the trip.
As the day of my departure grew near, Grandmother PaRisHa sent emails from our desert destination saying that she had already set up camp. She said that when we got there we would be able to see the desert in all its flowering glory because it was raining there. Someone had been employed to come out and clear a section of the desert where we would be camping to make it easier for us to move around. So much of what I had seen in my journeying had already come to pass, before I even got there!
After arriving in Arizona, and while taking my 50 pound suitcase off the back of the vehicle in which we were traveling, I dropped the case on my foot. This was why I had seen myself with a walking stick. It took my foot about 5 days of the trip to heal back to where I could walk without assistance from a stick that someone had gleaned from the desert floor, since I didn't have mine with me.
I never did see any creepy crawlies walking around during the whole trip, something for which I was very grateful.
More to come.....
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
Dreaming While Dreaming
I've been having some very interesting dreams recently. Last night I came upon a group of people I know who were dreaming. We all sat together in a circle and went into the same dream. Everyone saw the same thing in the dream and we were able to discuss what we saw and what it all meant. Some people had explanations for the things that happened and were able to describe what they meant to the rest of us. There was a person there that had passed on a while ago and she was very good at deciphering what the dreams meant and because we were already in spirit, we were able to talk with her and see her. Paige looked wonderful!
We were looking into a dream world that focused around some corporate interests. The corporate owners were surprised that we could 'see' beyond the smoke screen they had set up for us. We were surprised and delighted that we could do this kind of work. I remember the number 3106 but don't know what it means.
I'm familiar with 'dreaming because of the work I've done with Grandmother Pa'Ris'Ha in years past. Recently, I was asked to work with a woman who had neck pain. It occurred to me that she had some kind of 'invisible armor' that she was tired of carrying. Then she said, "I'm so tired of this neck pain! I've had it for so long and it is very tiresome". So I said I would do what I could to help.
Overnight I journeyed into the worlds and saw that she was indeed carrying a heavy armor on her shoulders that came up her neck to her chin. There was a lock on the armor and I asked for the key to unlock it. The key came from the left of me and I caught it and unlocked the armor which fell away by itself. As it did I noticed that the armor came away from between the vertebrae in her spine. I felt that she would heal and that from this point on, she wouldn't be so guarded, as is her nature.
Since the 'unlocking of the armor' this woman has told me that she feels naked and vulnerable as she never has before. Her neck feels better but she has to get used to the feeling of vulnerability. She says that people come up to her now and talk to her as though she and they are old friends and although she's never had trouble speaking to people before, now there is an ease with which people approach her. She commented that she has to get used to this new feeling of open-ness around people. She had lived with being 'guarded' all her life.
I believe working in the dreamtime is a rewarding and interesting adventure that I have yet to learn so much about.
We were looking into a dream world that focused around some corporate interests. The corporate owners were surprised that we could 'see' beyond the smoke screen they had set up for us. We were surprised and delighted that we could do this kind of work. I remember the number 3106 but don't know what it means.
I'm familiar with 'dreaming because of the work I've done with Grandmother Pa'Ris'Ha in years past. Recently, I was asked to work with a woman who had neck pain. It occurred to me that she had some kind of 'invisible armor' that she was tired of carrying. Then she said, "I'm so tired of this neck pain! I've had it for so long and it is very tiresome". So I said I would do what I could to help.
Overnight I journeyed into the worlds and saw that she was indeed carrying a heavy armor on her shoulders that came up her neck to her chin. There was a lock on the armor and I asked for the key to unlock it. The key came from the left of me and I caught it and unlocked the armor which fell away by itself. As it did I noticed that the armor came away from between the vertebrae in her spine. I felt that she would heal and that from this point on, she wouldn't be so guarded, as is her nature.
Since the 'unlocking of the armor' this woman has told me that she feels naked and vulnerable as she never has before. Her neck feels better but she has to get used to the feeling of vulnerability. She says that people come up to her now and talk to her as though she and they are old friends and although she's never had trouble speaking to people before, now there is an ease with which people approach her. She commented that she has to get used to this new feeling of open-ness around people. She had lived with being 'guarded' all her life.
I believe working in the dreamtime is a rewarding and interesting adventure that I have yet to learn so much about.
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