By Grandmother Kaariina
Somehow we as humans have forgotten to inquire as to why are we here on this planet, called Earth. Somehow we as two leggeds have forgotten the rhythms and the circadian rhythms specifically for our existence on the plane of realization of being
And thus, awakening to purpose of souls incarnation, to purpose of Earth within its orbital interconnectedness to other planets within this cosmos, has triggered SHOCK!
Once shocked, humans tend to resource what was familiar, whether it be a soothing pink fuzzy blanket, or a small cozy kitten, or a long body of a faithful black dog. Shockingly aware of our losses of souls purpose, of rhythms, of the dances of particles within this material realm, humans become once more childish.
And thus, when two leggeds are perceiving this magnanimous shift of frequencies as threatening, millions simply have not evolved that capacity to adapt and to inquire: what now is possible.
Long ago, once upon another rhythm less staccato, more lyrical, a story teller revealed the importance of perception.
A child entered its home, and upon ascending to the upper rooms, discovered a pile of horse manure. That child complained about its smell, and immediately perceived the pile as a difficult, yukky task to clean up in order to please its mother.
Another child entered its home, upon ascending to the upper rooms, saw, smelt and noted the pile of horse manure. Immediately, the child threw up its hands and announced: THERE MUST BE A PONY AROUND HERE and looked for it!
When we as humans, as one particular species inhabiting this plane of reality called Earth, live by the desire to avoid rejection by its main source of life, affection, love, nourishment, safety, security, the MOTHER, there is a micro moment of perceiving that we must clean up this mess so that SHE does not punish us with her anger, with her silence, with her hand, with her ignorance, with her unhealthy food choices. This list continues and many who are suffering now in this current rhythm or cycle of natural ways are forgetful that a QUESTION can change this inner perception motivated by deeply seeded fear of the external authority, MOTHER WOMB!
Today, just for today, what is YOUR QUEST, your INQUIRY? We encourage you to return to your challenge right now: Sit still. Be in the quietude of your breathe and return to nature. Find a tree with deep roots. Sip the incoming season, be nourished by the waxing of the moon. Awaken to the rising of the sun and its setting time. Let the soul mind body heart cohere to this greater field called NATURE our MOTHER.
Let go of the WHY this and the childish desires to deny one’s capacities to respond. Let this time on Earth, northern and southern hemispheres, spring into summer, fall into winter, reveal what SHE truly is experiencing and what SHE truly offers to us as antidotes to the triggering fears and depth of traumas now arising to be brought to HER altar.
There upon a mountain side, another perspective of the rhythms of life unfolds. Upon the beaches of the northwest Pacific ocean, tides rise and deposit something new
leaving outgoing tides as a natural movement of what is now being revealed.
Amidst the ancient forests, upon a Gulf Island between the mainland of British Columbia and that island, a humpack whale comes each evening into a small bay of salt water, burpling its way to the night time, shared by a tenting Grandmother. Throughout that darkness, noises cocreate a field of buzzings, a range of sounds and chords, a rhythm of rising and falling away with NATURE as our CONDUCTOR. In the sunrise space, the whale awakens to its daytime path and purpose with sounds. Grandmother listens within her body soul to this mindfully giving thanks for another day, a path and purpose.
Stillness evolves into lyrics into a dance of particles moving within the physiology and anatomy, like a skeleton fleshed and encapsulated within skin, decorated with hair and nails, soon clothed, all moves on purpose with a path cocreated from years of camping in these wildernesses, consciously chosen and discovered.
Like the child who raises its enthusiasm at the sight of a pile of manure, perceiving possibility, the humpback whale resources the bay for several nights in a row, the Grandmother engages in her setting up camp rituals one day at a time, melding into this cedar groved atmosphere as ONE of those, of NATURE.
There is a childishness that humans express when basic needs are not met within the point of conception, through gestation, through labour and into delivery into this externalization of the MOTHER”s wombed education of foetus. And when the MOTHER chooses to clear her own womb wounds, to dance the rhythms of her fertility cycles, to honour and to respect woman’s lunar nature, and her response-abilities to create sanctuary and awakened love for these cycles, perception, purpose, pathways all change!
We are adulting on Earth, and changes within rhythms require inordinate levels of mindfulness of breathe, of states of being, of ways of relating to within and to all around. We must leave childish ways and relate to the MIRRORS OF MOTHER both biological and wild and look into those dark spaces. In the darkness, one can finally see the ancestor haunting us, the wounded womb unlanguaged verbally yet occupying our inner time and space. The silences of family within which punishment for not eating the food prepared lived hanging like some cloud over the earthly plane.
We as two leggeds are all suffering and the QUESTION is what more is possible when we decide at the quantum level to change the decision of an ancestral perception of self in relation to all that is~ How can our WILD MOTHERS soul spirits and purposes, in four leggeds, in winged forms, insects and finned treed and greened, how can SHE offer us refuge and sanctuary within which to discreate an unethical and immoral foundation for all life on Earth?
Retreat is a signal of maturity, of realizing what more is possible requires an inner and outer change. A return to stillness to silence to the wilderness and the bays of humpback whales. Be still now, and know what we truly are. Be still and know that we are the ONES. Be still, breathe, rest, recover, remember, restore the PLANET to HER highest purpose within this cosmos. And we will dance as ONE being upon a universal field welcoming our music.
For all of our relations
Turquoise Heart
Thank you for your dear and deep diving messages in this newsletter that I have read over the years. They always bring me to a slowing down, a sense of stillness in the middle – so natural and easeful, like water evaporating.
I keep a sacred Quest at the heart of all I do and how I travel. Right now I’m back to one of my first loves, the Ray Stories as a way to share the importance of our connection to the Quest and the natural world. Wishing you wholeheartedly the best in the way you move in the world and to who you are and whatever you do.