By Grandmother Kaariina
So as the sun reaches its zenith in our British Columbian skies, the coastal pines needles are reddened from so much sun and dying. Yet the new growth plushly sharpened are what remains. Sharp and green with pine testicles upon the same tree as pine female cones! The DNA of spiral universes manifests as unified upon these trees!
I walk with red baby holder containing the chubby well fed legs of baby ORYN yesterday upon trails created by some unsung creator, seeking refuges for GRIEF upon this mountain side. A GRIEF that calls for wilderness, a sacred fire, and forests standing tall as witnesses, to humankinds unkindness! We sway between the lodgepole pines, leaving the rocks of ancient ones rooted by arbutus by the communal house, and enter terrain of SQUIRRELS.
What a gift to stand, holding the future upon my Elder back, listening to the chattery ‘hello” and “what are you?” of SQUIRREL. Oneness in spirit, SQUIRREL’s tail reveals his tale of story there within the forested acreage. It directs our attention to our destination: where are the CAIRNS into which to pour the ancestral memories, where those two leggeds still longing for a return to what could have been, can grieve and leave foods to feed those hungry ghostlings. SQUIRREL redirects our attentiveness to another boulder emerging from Mount Belcher’s sides to a stack of stones, cairns built with messages , one stone at a time and one larger one, with a cave for bats beneath its primary offering.
There , thoughts still inhabiting the skull caves of humanity, can be poured out into what could have been,
songs, prayers, poems, a small plate of delicious wealth , to heal that which was stored within the brain
for far too long! The night’s descent is the place of bat, arrested development assuaged when we choose to follow bat’s momentum into neuronal webs and weavings of stories so hurtfully blaming maiming with word sounds and thoughts. Bat guides us in the darkness of the tethered soul into the light of midnight, starlit constellations remembered. We awaken with the lanterns of our intentions to seek truth amidst the silvery lines! We awaken and are held within the bones, trees, the flesh, energies, we are awakened to what could be now through us without regret!
A Grandmother’s path of HEALING HEARTS of HUMANITY begins with crowning post labour
pains through the RING OF HUMANITY into a new time space that we consciously choose to create!
These pathways Gaian neuronally etched, can lead to global extinction or to extractions of those epigenetically echoed wounds of wars, despair and hopelessness. Stories of betrayal duplicated from the naval, or something new conceived and held, gestated, drummed and rattled through the bones of women men and sacred sites of wild hearted ones.
Those who know the lands can be reconstituted, not killing fields of men soldiering to provide.
Untamed insanity of separation from woman mother as source can rage here
on this plateau of life, on the side of this one mountain overlooking the inland Salish Sea!
The tyranny of patriarchy, matriarchy’s brutality, finally can be seen fully in the lightning
bugs that take us to the childhood space of grace and MIRRORS of our wild nature.
Like Steppenwolf, we are called to move on through, killing Buddhas on the road, emanating
messages from mantras within the skull caves holding brains re-orchestrating new refrains!
“O wiccan one, druidic one, shamanic goddess, hindi saint,all manner of dogmatic rules have regulated us far too long.
The Christian church forgets the first temples are of HER!
Gather now, for two or more, can once again give ayni,
remuneration of our gifts for BEAUTY is her name
and magnificently, she has crowned each beast and being! Unadorned, sweet nakedness, you return to TRUTH, complete, delivered from the centre of all creation! What more is needed here, when all finally is attained.”
So upon the horizon of this FULL MOON< first moon in this new cycle,
magnify the truth: we all arise from the centre of creation naked, sweetly held by HER and by HIM to become a ONE!
Synchronizing landings of great initiatives culled from vision quests in wild and often barren locations, share with those who will receive that which you are here to deliver. For we are this SHIP of great SPACE< containing all that will ever be needed, nothing more to add.
We say in our cosmology, that these MOTHER SHIPS have now landed in certain
locations in order to bring harmony back to these vibrations circling
this planetary distribution centre, or station in this universe.
Our INITIATIONS are calling to humanity to enter into RITES OF PASSAGE<
one coming into being and form, another leaving.
“Response-ability is thy middle name, child. Care now for this inner landscape of the stars,
and Saturn’s moons, Capricorns willingness to emerge in works so grand! Tend now to
thine own self embodied in some form, squirrels, bats, salmon, two leggeds, kale, rosemary, sage, kale, or deer. Tree embodiments of juniper and cedar,
tall spruce and ancient oak are also choices to be here in NOW!
This full moon recollect the reason, purpose for re-inhabiting this global village
with the best of our practicalities, our gifts so shared will enhance the possibility
of re ensouling wild hearts within the forests or jungles of our times.
Be sunset, sunrise, moonrise, moonsets. Be starwise, earth wise, dancing times
beyond the GRIEF of unmet moments of the family lines. Join hands
and look from within all around and see the BEAUTY of those in darkness
like the night of soul and they too shall emerge, into this light of August .”
And so this Grandmother’s Turquoise Heart holds the weather vane for humanity’s
crusade to end the seeking and to know the grail within the heart of each and every one.
We guide the ones here to navigate through the skulls and bones, the skeletons
of stories longing to be forgone conclusions openning up to something wise!
Neutralize with love and unconditionality and wisdom shall emerge from you and me!
O GREAT SPIRIT, earth wind fire and sea
YOU are inside and all around me!
For all of our relations
Bowing down with humour and humility
For all to know what we each of us truly know!
Many thanks for all of the homes, rooms, lands and spaces
that I have landed in with such respect and joy!
In service,
Ometeotyl