Today I found a Datura beginning to flower out of the ashes ... I have never seen one here before in the North of Scotland!

The Wolf Mother called this time and place the Ice Nations and I feel it was part of the Hyperborean lineage. She also spoke how they were also holders of remnants of the White Flame, Fire and Rose lineages which, at that time, no longer existed in their entirety. It felt like a struggle to maintain what they could.

I was winded and cracked several ribs both sides from the impact. And yet it felt like a stern, loving grandmother telling me to ‘ get back in yourself child’ ! It was no doubt a final part of an initiation I had been experiencing since the Spring Equinox

In laying to rest what of the past no longer serves us we can start to clarify the wisdom that it contains. It will be hidden until we do … new beginnings always grow in the rich compost of the old. The ancient that held us and protects us until we are ready to make our own choices and discernment and we may carry through a few golden threads that are purified in this alchemical process, to be woven in a new way … as we prepare to embrace our renewal and rebirth and step into the unknown.

What had been coming up for all of us really strongly was our Voice - how much it had been suppressed and conditioned into silence, keeping the status quo, being nice … and for how long … way back into the ancestry of both our genetic and spiritual lineages.

Aurora Triology Part 3

Aurora Triology ~ Part 2

And as I moved out to the veranda where the steps lead down back to the square … there was a roar - at first I though it was a plane, then perhaps thunder … but it was so loud and rumbled and sounded more like the roar of a huge animal. Others were also looking for the source, curious … when I realised - it was a Dragon roar of a long awaited Battle victory !

These connections are both huge, exponentially expansive, limitless and tiny, condensed microscopic, beneath the subatomic - fractals of the macrocosm and microcosm eternally reflecting each other.

The land told me what was not written in history, that this valley was a refuge for hundreds of years - probably longer. And that these men were ones of honour, valour and integrity for they protected and integrated the wilder sisterhood still exiled in the hills, wove them back into the everyday - gave them a way out. Those who were persecuted, regardless of outward appearances, found that they shared a common God.