COUNTING THE TREES

Trees are sanctuaries.
Whoever knows how to speak to them,
whoever knows how to listen to them, can learn the truth.
They do not preach learning and precepts,
they preach, undeterred by particulars, the ancient law of life.
Hermann Hesse

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It is said that Trees are Keepers of Memories. During the Dark Moon of Dreaming Moon I chose the Hawthorne (or does She chose me) to do my Ritual with. She is standing North of our House and while Offering Mother Earth and May (or Hawthorne) my Blessings Whispers of Memories are reaching out for me and I Listen, and this is what I Hear:
Footsteps, footsteps of a child on a road creating different sounds because of echoes coming back from empty spaces and from Trees along the road. I hear footsteps of an adult, too, the child’s father I guess. He is walking on her right side and right from him are the Trees. They are playing a Game called: Counting the Trees. Every time the child hears the echo coming back from a tree, when she hears she is passing a Tree she says: “Yes, there’s one, and another one". And the voice of her father: “Yes, then sound of Grin". Her mother and sister are there as well and they all have fun and I can hear their laughter. They are happy because they all See the same Tree, if its with their eyes or their ears.
Years later I will learn that the Trees taught me, as a Kid, Echolocation or Flash Sonar, that Trees have been my Teachers in Imaging the World with help of Sound.
But in those early days this was a favorite Game of the Child, and her Family.Country Diary : Noctule Bat (Nyctalus noctula) peering out of tree hole

Years later the Tree would come back in my life as an Old Friend, patiently waiting for me to find him so he could comfort me and give me a place to rest.
It is in my mid-thirties in a period of my life that I feel threatened and full of fear that I, on a certain moment, find myself on the bottom of a Well, a cold chilly wet Well with high slippery walls all around. I am sitting on the ground not knowing how to get out. After a long while I start climbing, hands and feet against the wall. Again and again I slip back but I hold on wanting out of this gloomy place so badly and after a very exhausting long time I finally can grab the edge of the Well with one hand, pull myself up and over it and roll out. Being very tired I lay still for a while but then slowly get on my feet again and start looking for Stones. I want to lay Stones on the opening of the Well, I want to lay lots of Stones on and over it to protect myself for falling in again. Every Stone I place represents someone who loves me and I say their Names out loud, I name them all. So, I create a Monument of Love.

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When I am ready it is still no time to rest. First I have to get away from this deep whole, this Well, as far as I can and so I crawl up a Hill. Being on top, looking back, I can see the Well deep down below with a Cairn built over and around it. I crawl a bit further and there He is, an Old Old Tree, an Old Old Oak. He invites me to sit with Him and rest. And so I do.
It is 26 Years later that I, coming out of the woods, stepping upon a Path, find myself again Facing Oak. It is then that I realize that sitting down and rest at his foot had only been the Beginning of another Journey, a Journey that would last 26 years, wandering through the woods, through a Labyrinth of Paths leading me back to the same Center, over and over again.

Coming out of the woods I find myself on a Clearing, back on Track, back on my Path and it is Oak who is there to welcome me.

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All these Memories are Whispering to me when I stand with Hawthorne on the Dark Moon of Dreaming Moon. She who is standing in front of me, Woman ready to Receive, May, Her I Offer my Sacred Waters/Sacred Blood, Walking around Her, Singing, Chanting, Telling Mother Earth Peace is on the way.

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“RISE UP, RISE UP"

It is the Time of Winter Solstice.
Stillness has Woven Her Web through the Woods. Trees are standing tall and strong, their branches crackled showing Life Force has been drawn down into the Roots Dreaming and waiting for the new Spring to come, the Time for the Life Stream to rise up again.

Animals have gone to their sleeping places and when I pass the Hives I greet the Bees who are clustered together now humming on low tone their Winter Song.
Silence everywhere, the only thing I hear is the crispy sound of Earth in response to my feet while I’m making my way to the Medicine Wheel.

For a long time this Wheel has been with me as a Circle and a Cross. Today I take the Cross out of the Circle and instead create a Tree of Life in it.
In the Tree are 6 Lights honoring the way the Bees build their Homes and in between the Branches I lay down Stones gathered from different continents, from different partShows tree clearly, along with white woman statues of the world.

Lighting the Lights Connecting All and Everyone.

Then I set myself down on Mother Earth leaning back against a Tree and ask Dolphin to bring me across the Sacred Waters to the Otherworld and so She does. There, Women are waiting for me. Together we walk and dance along a path towards a clearing where we ignite a Sacred Fire. And while doing so I hear the words: Rise up, Rise up. Rise up, Rise up.
On the Rhythm of these Words I’m carried to another place and time.

Sitting in a Circle of Rose Petals, Listening to the Voice of a Drum, Seeing the Life Force being split in two and coming together again melting into one, in a new Life Form. I feel how I’m drifting in the Sacred Waters, how I’m driven out and into the world, becoming aware of my own Space of Creation, My Womb, and the Womb of Mother Earth. An Image is rising up out of the Earth, an Image of a Woman and the Words circling from Her and all around are: Rise up, Rise up. Rise up, Rise up.

Holding the Stone of Release I let go off this Image and find myself in front of a Cave, a Cave I have visited before. Inside, I find an Old One sitting at the Fire. She invites me to sit with Her and starts speaking to me.

“We are happy that you, again, found your way back to us, to us Members of your Motherline. You didn’t  even know you were Part of us but you are. Your Clan Mother is our Clan Mother. You are our Voice. As long as you will hide yourself away we will be hidden and so will be our Knowledge and Wisdom.
Listen to me, Sister, Listen to what I have to say for it will be you who will bring this Message into the World.

fire in cave with one person sitting crossleggedThe Sacred Feminine never has been wounded neither has the Sacred Masculine. It is Humankind that is deeply wounded, wounded by the tough circumstances they once lived in, the bitter cold and intense heat making the land poor of food. These circumstances made them create a Myth about Sky Gods and a Heavenly Life after Death. They removed Paradise from Earth and placed it into the Heavens. They were disappointed in Mother Earth and turned their backs towards Her. These people long ago came and conquered the world, wounding and killing others in a try to cut out their own inner wounds and kill their own Fear for Living. Because of turning their backs towards Mother Earth they created a split between the Masculine and Feminine within themselves and through them in the outside world, between Masculine and Feminine, between men and women causing unbalance and disharmony between their dreams and their acting upon it.
This period we would get to know as the patriarchal time in history.
Before that there has been people living in the more south of that cold icy continent, in the so called Motherlands. They were nourished by the woods, the land and the sea and they worshiped Mother Earth and the Great Goddess and lived in peace and harmony with Nature and with each other.
You are part of that Culture of Peace.
We, again, have entered a new Era in history, the time of the Return of the Feminine. She has lived in Caves, in the Mountains, in the Sea, on the Moon and in between the Stars waiting for the right time to return. The Time is Now. It is time to heal the wounds, to heal the split by Reconnecting the Sacred Masculine and Sacred Feminine within ourselves and doing so in the outside world.
For Women, it is easier to go down, to descend in the dark and heal themselves and that’s the reason why Women should be the first to go on this Healing Journey to come out again, Rise up again, and help each other and their Brothers to do the same."

“But how can I bring this Message into the world?"

“By remembering who you are. By simply writing down our Message, the Wisdom of your Lineage tapping from the Source of that Ancient Peaceful Culture of Old Europe where your Clan Mother once lived. Give Wings to these Words and let them Fly. They will land wherever and whenever they are welcomed. Don’t worry about that. That is not in your hands. Just be our Voice and let the Message Fly.

bee with pollen about to land on an airy yellow flowerWatch the Bees. They are your Teachers and Healers. They fly out from one field of flowers to another, from one orchard to another gathering Pollen and spreading the Pollen, not worrying about where the Wind is blowing them to. They just Pollinate.
They gather Nectar in the outer world and make Honey out of it within their Homes.
Gather Nectar, Make your Honey, go out and Pollinate and trust the Breath of the Great Mystery that will Blow the Pollen to where it is needed."

With the Sweetness of Mead on my lips I find myself back at the Fire – back with the Women – back in the Woods.

I feel my back against the Tree. I hear the Birds Sing the Dawn.
I stand up and greet the Sun in his first Rise after Standing Still.

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RIVER SONG

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“The River of Tears is transformed into a River of Love"

We stop at the Riverside and walk towards the water. I hear the Voice of the man saying a Prayer, saying a Prayer to the River

and he asks us to connect ourselves with the water and so I do. I fill my hands with water and gently let it flow over my head, my heart, over me. A Water Blessing to give thanks for the precious time we just spent with Her, A Beloved Woman of the People.
But do I feel it that way. Do I feel connected with the water?Down at the River
How can I feel Connectedness, a Child being educated in a culture based on duality, on seeing things apart from each other splitting them into Good or Bad, Man or Woman, Light or Dark, the River or I, Here or There.
Here or there, that’s my Song for today.

There is another River, here in the Netherlands, that has been of importance to me in the past and still is so it seems.
I am born in the North of the Netherlands, in a Region called Groningen. When I’m 4 I have to leave home to go to a special school in the Center of the country. In those days connections aren’t that easy yet. No cars, no Internet. I came home with holidays only.
Every time, traveling from the North to the Center of the Country, the train would pass a bridge, a very long bridge which caused so much noise when riding over it, it sounded like Iron going over Iron. This bridge is connecting one side of the River Ijssel with the other side. But for me that bridge didn’t connect anything at all, for me it was loud and clear, a border, a border between the good, Home, and the Bad, School.
Every time we passed that bridge I had that experience of separation, of disconnectedness.

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That bridge divided my life in Here and There with a yawning gap in between. That was the reason why leaving always was a very painful experience. Although the Child learned through time that after every leaving home there was a returning back home again, leaving, saying goodbye would continue to be a difficult thing which caused separating here from there and her from the others.
It will take too much time and words to share in detail how I found my way back home, back to myself, but it wasn’t the bridge causing that feeling of disconnectedness. It was
the Child herself who birthed this feeling and only she can change this by Carding the Wool, undoing her Thread from the Old and Weaving in the New.

I meet the Old Woman on the Porch of her house. We have a good time together and she invites me in her Medicine Lodge. I know I finally have found the Teacher, the Guide, I have been waiting for so long. She will Teach me the Language of the Stones. First I have to find a certain Stone near on in the water. This Stone, so they say, will absorb the sadness and grief of my body.
One morning waking up I know all at the sudden where to go and search for this Stone, where to go and find it. At the Ijssel. There I will start my quest, there I will bring my Inner Child and do a Ceremony with her to let her experience that a bridge is a connection and not a separating border, that the water is not separating but connecting one side of a River with the other.
But before I get the chance to do so a vivid memory comes in.

When we have done our Prayers at the River we again step into the car and find a ford to cross the River. I feel very clearly how we go down, from the riverside, through the water, I can hear its sound against the bottom of the car, to go up again on the other side. This strong memory makes me realize that the experience of crossing the River the way we did has made me feel the meaning of the word “Connection", on the moment itself on unconscious level, now by remembering it enlivening my consciousness.
The Child also got it and she relates the car with the Dolphin, the Dolphin who would bring our Ancestors from Old Europe over the Waters from this World to the Otherworld to find answers to their questions. And with that She reminds me of my Clan Mother Helena’s Culture which was not based on Duality but on Oneness.
We are very happy, the Child and I, and we have the feeling that there’s no need anymore to go the River of our time the Ijssel. But a Stone is waiting there for us, an important Stone, and so we do go.
During my preparations I again and again get an “Image", a sensory Experience so to speak, of a Stone and of the place where I will find Her. That this “Image" turns out to be a true Gatekeeper Guiding me straight away to the right spot to me is a stunning Teaching of Connectedness.

And so we again are standing at the waterside. This time I hear my own Voice, I hear my own Voice saying out loud a Prayer, a Prayer to give thanks and this time I Bless myself with the water without being asked to do so.
I offer Herbs from both my Homelands to let them together drift away on the Rhythm and the Tides of these Sacred Waters like I let myself drift away on the Rhythm and the Tides of the River of my life meandering through Time and Space leaving me here and sometimes there.
Clouds break open and Sunbeams reaching down are warmly kissing the water and me in their Blessing of this Holy Moment in Time.
All Is Good.

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MOUNTAIN CHILD

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Where Mysteries Dwell and Animals Speak
Where the Voice of Hive Mother is heard in the Night
Where Dreams are Carried on Faerie Wings
And Birds are Singing Dawn into Light
There lives in a Cave a Honey Priestessa
Transmuting Nectar into Honey and Mead
Riding the Tides, Reading the Hieroglyphs
Offering Prayers and Blessing the Seed

Turtle is telling Moon Cycles MythMountain stream with wildflowers at lion lake with bees everywhere
Moon is Sharing Waters Rhythm
Water is Dancing Salmon’s Wisdom
And Heron is patiently standing on a Stone

Bees are Humming the Song of Creation
Blue Jay’s Cry a Sound of Joy
Humming Birds hovering swiftly lightly
And up the Mountain a Footprint of Deer

Oh Appalachian Lily of the Valley
Rabbit Tobacco and Mountain Mint
Hear the Song I Sing for You
Hear the Song I send with the Wind

Sitting at the Fire Wrapped in Silence
This Sacred Mountain Cave my Home
Weaving Threads of many LifeTimes
Into a Shawl for the New Day to Come

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Portal of Rebirth

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Emerging from beyond the Clouds, from where the Primordial Waters lie, I slowly descend along the Cord of Intentions Woven by the Great Hive Mother. There are Knots in it, Sounds, Words, Images, Hieroglyphs to help me remember, to show me the way. And while going down She is Weaving me into Her Dream, into Her Plan. And while going down I’m Wrapping myself into my Plan, into my Dream.
When I’m almost down I for the last time call out to Her:
Hive Mother, Please, send me the Songs, send me Stories needed to Remember, to Remember My Name.
Send me the right Words, let them spring forth like the Waters from the Source, Sacred Living Waters, for they will be needed as Mantra’s of Medicine.
Then I step upon the Earth and start walking…..And on that very moment I hear the most beautiful Song rising up from the Birth Chambers deep down below:

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Catal Huyuk

Great Woman, Mother of birds
Your shrine is sticky with beeswax and feathers
Your shrine is loud with throbs, with the beat of wings
You are the vessel beaked and breasted
You contain us as earth contains us, as sky contains stars,
Our ancestors, our yet unborn
We pour through you life after life
The vessel dips into the river, water pours out on earth
Earth drinks of us as corn sucks rain from your breast, as
rain feeds the river

Great Sky Woman
Your shrine is deep in the cradling earth
Your shrine is the spirit’s resting place, beginning place
We are your vessel
You are milk on the wing
We contain you as the body contains breath as the breast
contains milk
You pour through us life after life as breath pours through
us,
The ancestors, the yet unborn return,
Our bodies are their vessels
Earth drinks of us as rain feeds the river

The spirit rises on the wing
The room bums with power; you hear bees; you taste honey.
The woman cries out, her contractions ripple through you like
the bee wings that carry you up as you match breath with
breath as you been trained to do.
The bird comes for you and you ride her out into the free sky
where the stars are smeared like breast milk in a vessel of
dark brew.
They are the souls of the dead; they are the unborn.
They are a vast field of grain and here is your grandmother
walking toward you holding three different stalks of wheat
from three fields.
“Plant these together," she says. Then she is gone.
The bird plucks a star like a glowing fruit with her beak.
The wings beat with your breath. “She’s crowning!" the women
cry. “Bear down. Push!"
You cry out together with one voice The child slides free.
“A girl!" the women cry in delight.
They give her to her mother, who holds her close as the old
women chant a song of praise:
A great gift, a precious gift has come to us . . .
You catch the birth blood in a bowl to pour over the fields.
The child’s skin is covered with the waxy vernix that
protected her in the womb.
The old women rub it into her body and smear some on their
faces. “It make you beautiful," they say.

The shrine is filled with song and laughter.
Tomorrow you will walk the fields.
You will find seeds of three different kinds of grain and
plant them together.
When you have planted and harvested and planted again, season
after season, your daughters and daughters’ daughters
following after, you will have something new: a heavy headed
kernel, easy to thresh, a gift to the people from the
ancestors.
You have brought the knowledge through, for you are a
priestess of the women’s mysteries, shaman of the birth
chamber, ancestor-speaker, the bird’s rider,
a woman of knowledge.

America's Stonehenge

Woman made of soil by women’s hands together at America’s Stonehenge on the Summer Solstice.

The Old Women Chant is written by Starhawk dedicated to Marija Gimbutas and the Birth Chambers of Catal Huyuk

Horned God

Drone Moon – Where Divine Feminine and Divine Masculine Meet

Horned God

Horned God

When the Horned God is wonderfully described to me, in detail, I can see Him sit, there on the edge of the woods. He is not speaking to me, he only sits there, being within so it seems. A sphere of mystery is surrounding Him and is keeping me attentive and on a distance. I feel resistance and this feeling grows even more while reading a cultural piece about the Horned God. The words God, Lord, the descriptions feeling and sounding to me as dogma’s…….I turn away from it and find Him again.
What is drawing my attention most is the Snake around his left arm, a Horned Snake. She is the Goddess, isn’t She? What is He doing with a Snake around His arm?
The Horned Snake leads me to the Horned Goddess known to me as Elen of the (Track)Ways.

Googling Her I find a writing of Robert Moss which strikes me because now I meet Her as Elen of the Dreamways exactly while I, and the other Melissae, are into Dreaming during this Drone Moon.

Elen of the Old Ways
I continue reading and another surprise is awaiting me when I find Elen’s double or close Sister, who I already knew but whom I am now connected with on a much deeper level, being Nehalennia, a Goddess living here on the coast of The Netherlands.
Nehalennia is known as Patron of Voyagers and Seafarers. Many votifs have been found in the waters in the SouthWest part of the Netherlands where Her Temple was and still is situated, the part called Zeeland (Sealand).
She’s most known sitting on a throne, a basket with fruit on Her lap, the moon above Her head, a dog at Her feet.
But what I learn from Robert Moss now is that She has one more Animal Companion being the Dolphin and that the Dolphin in Old Europe was the one to bring you across the Waters from this World towards the Otherworld.

The Horned God has brought me into Action, has led me back to Ancient Roots and has given me a way to Walk between the Worlds by riding the Dolphin.
He also brought back into my consciousness the Snake, the Snake I also met two years ago when I joined Anique Radiant Heart in her workshop Creating a Sacred Gourd. This workshop was held in a center called Athanor. In this center all rooms have a name. I stayed in a room called Hermes Trimegistos and on the table is a painting of his Staff with the Snakes. Above the table is a painting of Snake Woman. This has become my room ever since.

That weekend was a time of deep transformation and it was during this weekend that I received my first Message out of the BeeWorld:
LOVE = Nectar of the Heart of Divinity
I fill my Cup and share it generously

And now, this Drone Moon, this Sacred Time of honoring the Divine Masculine, the Horned God has brought back to me the Snake in a very powerful way. More pieces of the puzzle wonderfully fit in, important Symbols and Messages, guiding me away from cultural beliefs, opinions and dogma’s towards the Essence of Symbol and Myth to find and acknowledge my own Truth, to witness and bee.

Moreover, the Awareness that the Journey is about healing the Divine Feminine AND the Divine Masculine by walking the Labyrinth of Love right into the Heart where the Two can be Woven into One.

And He, the Horned God, He is still sitting there on the edge of the woods being attentive in a meditative and mysterious way. And I, I am sitting with Him – Listening – Remembering – Willing to be Woven into One

“I have been your constant Guide
From your Caves on the Mountainside
We have walked Hand in Hand….."

Paradise Regained

Snake Ouroboros Crown

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Voices of Eden and Eliane Gilad

“In my Dream He asks me: What Does 4 Mean To You?
My immediate response is: I Left Home at 4. After waking up I go: oh no, not again…."

During one of the Lessons Jungian Psychology on a certain moment they come to talk about the story of Adam and Eve and suddenly she remembers that while being a child this story was her favorite one. She wanted to hear it over and over again. Why was it, she wonders, that she wanted to hear this story again and again and again. Why was this story her favorite one? Was it because of being disobedient or sinful she was banned from Paradise = had to leave home at 4? Did she deserve punishment because of being different?

Or is this preference based on a deep desire to return to Paradise, to return home? Or was there a deeper Knowing trying to comfort her in the situation she was in?

In her book Being happy with yourself Karen Hamaker-Zondag, her teacher, is giving a complete different interpretation of the Paradise story than the one we know from the bible, one that does not only feel better to her but also makes far more sense than the other one.

Paradise being Divine State of Oneness, but a completely unconscious state of being. This total unconscious way of life, also unaware of itself, Karen says, is like the beginning of life from a new born baby. However, there will come a moment in time in which something wants to detach itself from this unconscious state of being to be able to get to consciousness.
This process, she says, the Paradise story is showing us in a magnificent way when we look at it in a symbolically psychologically way. There are 4 Rivers in the Paradise and 2 central Trees. One Tree of Knowledge of good and bad and one Tree which Fruits give us Eternal Life. The Garden with the 4 Rivers is a Mandala, Symbol of Wholeness. Jung says when circular patterns devided in 4 appear in our dreams Healing is near. It is a very powerful Symbol.

About Tree Symbology Karen writes:
The Tree of Immortality or the Tree of Life can represent the Divine Core of the psyche. The Tree of Knowledge about Good and Bad is a tree providing us awareness. This Tree we need to develop Individuality. As long as we live in this complete state of unconsciousness we can eat Fruits from the Tree of Immortality without anything happening/changing for, we are both nothing and eternal, no consciousness and thus in a complete Divine State of being.

This can only be changed by the impulse wanting to become ourselves and learn discriminating. This is symbolized by eating the Fruits of the Tree of Knowledge about Good and Bad. But God has forbidden Adam and Eve to eat these Fruits and he has told them that the day they Will eat these Fruits they will die.

The Snake whispers in Eve’s ear that they won’t die but that God knows that when they, Adam and Eve, will eat those Fruits their eyes will be opened and they will be like Him and know about good and bad. Eve takes an apple and eats from it and also gives Adam some of it. They do not die but all at the sudden they are aware of being naked.
God is furious and bans them from Paradise. He punishes them with a life full of hard work for Adam and Eve to deliver children in pain.

How different the psychic meaning of this story and what a beautiful way to show the development of individuality in a human being making it possible to live a life of its own.
When a child learns to say “I" it starts making drawings of circles with crosses in it = Paradise with the 4 Rivers. It becomes aware of itself and it starts developing an Ego but to be able to do so it has to leave Paradise.

The Snake is an ancient Symbol of the flow of psychic energy, Karen says. The impulse to go in the flow comes from the Self and the Self knows what time is right for this individual child to take a step towards developing awareness. The psychic energy, the Snake, will move into that direction.

In many cultures the Feminine is described as being receptive and as a power to go in the flow. And that’s why it is Eve and not Adam who can hear the Snake, Eve being the receptive principle in every human being listens and follows what the Self says is right and natural in psychic development for this very moment.
To be able to develop fully it is needed that Yin and Yang, Female and Male go together, will unite within the psyche. And that is why Adam has to eat from the apple as well to make it possible to enter a new phase in life in that new way of being one.

“She was not punished? She wasn’t sinful or disobedient? No, she was not. She was obeying in a very strict way, obeying herself, her Self that knew the time was right for her to take steps on the Path of developing self awareness, time to walk her own Path her way, to learn the difference between good and bad, between her and the other.

And so she left home while being 4 and set out on her personal Journey through life."