Overtone Peacock Moon :: Grandmother’s message

A Time of Contrasts: the Radiant Peacock Full Moon with Jupiter’s Elephant Medicine

This time I write GMA’s MESSAGE from Alta Vista, a small circle of townhouses, 15 minutes from Whistler British Columbia. My son’s family’s new to them home for the winter of snow removal and early childhood education childcare offerings.  It is a very narrow home of three storeys, the first floor bedroom is my 3 days of this week, bedroom with memory foam on the double bed!  And my very own ensuite bathroom for a long, luxurious bath this morning!

Outdoors, the thick rich fog lays a dense blanket over Alta Lake, making Creekside, Whistler Mountain indiscernable.  There is a slowing down energy because of the fog, snowmaking continues, yet the ground is sparsely covered with less than one inch of snow.  Calmness, rather than hurry to make as many runs as possible on Blackcombe and Whistler, prevails.  For Grandmother, it is puuurfection, to sit with Golden Mylke Latte and to write.

My life is so full of generosity, of giving, of receiving, of learning to give without attachment to outcomes.  Learning to receive with a full attentive heart for all that is given.  Nature continues to gift my vision with evergreens, a prancing brown sparrow, and footprints of a black or grey squirrel on the barely snowcovered forest floor.
I have TRAVELLED with the BUNDLE since 2009 with two and half years of sojourning in Mexico prior to my return to four seasons, family estate settlings, and reunionating with both birth family and spirit family.  The latter continues to expand, inviting more and more fierce faith that all needs are met just as life presents itself.  It is a goddess sending way of living, to move according to invitations, to define agreements so that there is mutual respect, to empower ways of council, circles, lodges, offeringRites of Passage, the Sacred Wheels, and to enhance families to become more functional.
At seventy one years of youthfulness,  my employment and career path has become right livlihood! And it continues to be a supernatural unfolding in the ways of wild beauty with some times in urban homesteads with a yearning for the evergreens which are my forest understory.

This seasonal calm invites an inner migration to my ancestry, to the lineage of the Motherline, the HuukiSami people.  I am one of the ones who has remembered: the Golden Reindeer Moon Lodge and its four pillars, rebirthing love.  Without the forgetfulness of my immediate family, I may never have fully retrieved these migratory pathways and natural lust for wild rivers, snowcapped mountains, and solitude.  Each one who moved away from our Finnish language, who dropped out of our traditional pulla making for Christmas, who denied our indigeneity, openned a space for my own childlike exploration!

We are people of the woodlands, migratory souls and herdspeople.  We gather the medicines of chaga from birch, pine resin from great pines, poplar buds for salves, spruce needles for teas.  There is in our gene pool this predisposition to live between the sauna and its heat and the earth’s rivers and their coldness.  We have a seer’s capacities and in our womens lineage, most of my immediate family carry the ability to sense weather fronts moving in and storms arising.  It is felt within the hips, in the pelvic basin!

When stores are full of reindeer and red and white clothed Santa Clauses, homes preoccupied with movies about Christmas wishes, our Sami people arrive at Winter Solstice with a great original myth.  The village or clan’s shamans ate the red and white amanita mushrooms.  Inducing entheogenic visions, the reindeer were seen as capable of flight, expanding the horizons of those who became one with these antlered beings.  As an antlered clan, reindeer females also express through antlers, equally as the males.

Gifts arise as shamans and seers saturated the visions with intentions to heal family members, to keep the people well fed and clothed despite the outrageously cold tundra and barren taiga.  Hence the colours of red and white expressed as a fully fed Sami joulu pukki, or santa claus.  Ha ha ha ha HO!

How did these gifts descend to those of us born in North America?  Our family created surprise gifts for the children, hiding them throughout the house.  Notes torn into pieces were placed in our red and white stockings.  Christmas morning, tumbling downstairs, we three put puzzle pieces together and resourced our knowledge of the layout of our house , seeking the treasure. There was only ONE gift per child.  And given the hunt, that was more than sufficiently celebrated!

Preparations for our minimigratory visitations began at least 2 weeks prior to Solstice and Christmas! The smell of thin ginger wafers, the cardamon aroma’d pulla or braided coffee breads, the amazingly delectable cinnamon buns: our extended families’ homes were preciously activated to re enact this ritual annually and with great zest!  We travelled from our home to our aunties and uncles and cousins homes, bringing small gifts and our joy.  We travelled longer distances to our father’s family in Sudbury Ontario with similar joy and gifts.  At each location, there were hugs, kisses, great jovial bursts of affection, no matter what the previous months had witnessed.  It was unconditionally offered and received.

There is in all of these pathways, a forgiveness that when not present, is palpable!  I am sure that our Sami relatives offered intentions that these be offered swiftly, as swiftly as the amanita could assist in the ascension of the reindeer!  Ha ha ha ha HO!
When I retrieve my Finnish cookbook by A. Koivokungus, it contains the marks of having been put to much use.  Stains of coffee on several pages ripen the feel of strings of coffee bread dough.  My arithmetic indicates how to increase the amounts of cups of…. according to how many we would receive during theseholy days and nights.  And the greatest of all, is the inner etching on my soul.  That these traditions make me feel whole, wholesome, well, worthy of the entire treasure of this universe!  How my white pearled accordion would squeeze out polkas, waltzes and Christmas carols. And we would sing and dance and love once again…..Ha ha ha ha HO!

Hmmmmming, the fog is melting as the sunshine beyond alchemizes into another experience of weather.  My heart has imbibed much in these Finnish Sami rememberings.  My heart feels rather tipsy!  My son’s new to them family townhouse now contains these particulars, as I move towards the door, I know that I am one of the continuums!  There is a boxed ready to make GINGER BREAD house on the kitchen counter. The fridge is full of organic greens.  The cupboard contains organic soups ready to heat and share.  The Pemberton potatoes and beets are prettily bagged in the lower shelf.  Oh yes, and I hid another treasure in the lower bathroom: a lavendar embedded with rose petals bar of soap!

I LOVE my family’s treasures, the hunt, the TRAVELLING with our bundles of gifts.  Our ancient ways before christianity were solidly established for thousands of years in the northern woodlands. The capacities to sense the presence of antlered ones was preserved in my father’s own hunting and providing excursions.  The ability to be sensitive to weather shifts lives on in my hips.  The wild heartedness of my son and family, my way of living and expanding the spirit within families, keeps these pathways of the heart alive.

Thank you, for all of our relations, birth, orginal, spiritual and beyond!  May our hearts thrive in the giving and be fed by receptivity when given to.  May our treasures be hunted for with the innocence of children.  And our forests kept strong and treated as green gold. From my antlers , thirteen moons, the solar seasons and suns rays, the celestial sparkles of divine intelligence, to yours! Ha ha ha ha HO!

FOR ALL OF OUR RELATIONS!