Wild bee hives are often hidden in tree hollows or rock crevices. It needs to be sought out - yet you need to know it’s there … follow the bees back to the source … follow the frequency of the hum to where the waxy, malleable structure contains the rich nourishing, nurturing honey. 

For there are trapdoors through all frequencies of dimensions where old karmic, ego programming still influences the response to that frequency. 

this is when an advanced service-to-self practitioner hooks into particular gifts and the potential destiny of the original bearer, coveting it for themselves. They use gifts and aspects of the personality to veil themselves .. energetically deplete and block the individual/s, by using several timeframes.

~ the Beginning is here … 

the Bee leaves the Heart of the Rose to set out on a Pilgrimage through the seven gateways before returning back to the centre of her origins, crossing the Threshold into a Phoenix experience.

Green is considered to be the colour of the Heart Chakra, so it’s not surprising that the little bird represents the weave of connection between Love and Abundance.

Mythos is a doorway of metaphysical structure, it expands receptive frequency deepening encodement - a key unlocking memories within your own cellular matrix.

There is another energy that oversees this, which is one of Eldership, both what came before and what you are returning through.

A solid foundation isn’t static, it is more like roots moving more deeply into the Earth so as to support, provide nutrients and water for the expanding branches as they reach for the sky - unseen yet vital for the whole organism.

My meditation medicine is potent, here layered with each poem and mythos transmission drawing us deeply into the embrace and rememberance of the Dreaming Earth.

White Willow Light Language medicine

Soon I will be launching the Dreaming Earth Poetry Portal. Gather to explore my poems, their underlying mythos with a meditation transmission drawing us deeply into each poems medicine. Here I share my most recent poem, with it’s mythos …

Many of us have stories where Divine grace guided us in ways beyond our comprehension and the more we can align with those subtle, and not so subtle, nudges the deeper our trust that the magic and the miracles are unfolding even when we don’t see them yet.

Today I found over 30 self-seeded baby Cherry trees on the croft - imagine my excitement ! I couldn’t get an exact count though, as I would have trampled them. Cherry is for New Beginnings, the celebration of having crossed a threshold. 

I recently took part in an exercise to write a love letter to myself everyday for a week … self-love is about our direct connection to source love, rather than trying to experience it through another. I would like to share an extract of one with you for I feel it may hold relevance for us all

And now it seems this timeline has been revived along with the gifts of a very different spiritual journey to the one I had envisioned all those years ago.

Reflections are often much more than we can see or know. To try and analyse them with the mind isn’t always helpful, but when we soften and open our hearts we move worlds - that perhaps only the birds can see.

Sycamore supported Nettle when we co-created her essence, bringing much warmth and stability - for she holds the secrets of right relationship. If you are careless she stings, though when firm in your intention she yields bringing harmony and balance - qualities she shares with him - to nourish the places of resistance allowing ease and flow. 

Even those of you embracing Eldership still revisit the threefold journey. Your memory layering over a more stable foundation than the first time you stumbled fresh-faced from child to parent.

This is a time of living closely with the land and her multiple realm occupants, in a kind of deconstructed living space, and listening deeply.