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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

hawthorntree

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.

cairn
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.

oak-tree

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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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….."