Two nights ago, I dreamed about disappearing. I was focused only upon point eight on a triangle, and each time I stepped on it, I would disappear. Over and over again, I stepped and disappeared, as the night progressed. Where I went, I cannot tell you, only that it was not of this world. Of this I was sure. Point eight was a portal. A seemingly impossible point on a three-sided triangle that opened the gateway to another realm. It was only when I woke, and the rational mind took over, that I questioned my journey.
A triangle has three points, and not eight.
Or is that the point? Can it be a coincidence that I was sure I was on point eight each time I woke? That each time I was pulled back, the number of infinity lingered inside of my mind, as well as the brilliant white light of the point on the triangle?
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Last night, or rather this morning, I dreamt of waves. I stood before an ocean of water, which grew with each pulse. I stood with fear.
Come and get me, I told it. I am not afraid of you.
Over and over again the water threatened to over-take me.
Go ahead, I told it, I am not afraid.
The final surge of blue loomed above me and lingered as though daring me to observe its power. Asking me to look at the full force of what I had dared the water to bring to me. So I looked. With my eyes I travel the mountain of liquid blue until it crested into a wave several feet above my head. Here I looked into the center, which swirled into an eye. There’s the portal, I realized. Go ahead, take me inside.
I rediscovered this stream-of-consciouness, or channeling, if you will, today while going through some files. I wrote it nearly a year ago, a month after my first trip to England where I first ventured into Albion’s ancient sites. I remember the day vividly. I was walking my dogs around the town pond, and started hearing the wisdom of the bee. It’s a long channeling. I cut some of it out, but I thought it might be worth sharing what I have below. Here is the channeling from my unseen guide, which is of course, subject to my own translation, and there are areas where my personal thoughts were added. At is essence, it’s a calling for awareness of the individual self, and of the state of the planet, in particular water, an essential key of life as we know it:
Life is possible through the alchemy of the sun and water. The divine alchemy. Water, the downward facing triangle, and the ancient symbol of the divine feminine energy, when combined with the upward facing triangle, the male life force energy, or the sun, creates life. The alchemy of their combined energies form a hexagon, a divine shape found throughout Nature (bee hives, water, crystals…) and the Universe. Within this shape, one can access, or find, the seat of the soul.
The ankh, an ancient symbol of Life, is also representation of this concept. The head of the ankh evokes the shape of the raindrop, or drop of water, the body of the ankh is the alchemical reaction that is created through the action of the sun and the water. In this respect, it is the Key of Life.
The ankh is also a representation of the human body when lying supine toward the sun. The head, in this case, is the human head, filled with consciousness waiting to be ignited. The cross of the ankh is positioned at the heart center of the human body, or the seat of the soul. When a person is lying supine on the Earth, in the shape of an ankh, that person is in a position of surrendering to this divine life force energy, allowing any and all possibilities for alchemy to occur. It can be a simple, yet powerful act of awakening to Truth. In this, also, the ankh is the Key of Truth.
The Egyptian goddess Isis, with her rainbow wings, is [an aspect of] the divine feminine, or the magical energy of water. She represents the sacred water in all of us, opening us up to the Key to Life. Combined with, or ignited by the divine masculine energy of the sun, represented by the god Horus in Egyptian mythology, a rainbow is created. Without sun and water, there is no rainbow. The rainbow contains the full spectrum of energies that exist in the universe, allowing us to see (some of them) with our physical eyes. The rainbow is the spectrum of life force energies. The crystalline structure of DNA is encoded with the energies of the rainbow waiting to become its full potential.
We are being asked, now, to remember the alchemy of water and sun, in particular water, [I believe], because we are made up primarily of water, as is Earth, yet both are vastly polluted through our thought forms and actions. Water is the element of emotion and memory. It changes form, but it never forgets. It is transparent when pure. It forms the sacred symbol of a perfect hexagon when it is undefiled, and when it is loved with gratitude. Water, quite simply, is life, and without water and the sun, Life as we know it, would not exist.
I believe this Truth is encoded in the ancient sites of the world. In the temples of Egypt and in the sacred stone circles of England, and throughout the world. Stonehenge was a tribute to the Sun, but also the Moon, which is the orb that moves the water within Earth, and ourselves. The ancients knew this, and lived with reverence and love. The age of forgetting was also the age of the cross without the head, a deliberate removal of the head of the ankh, or the divine feminine life-force energy. It was also the beginning of a time when the divine goddesses were pushed aside and humans chose to forget them, or ignore their Truths and power. The waters of Earth, and within our bodies, became stagnant and polluted through these actions and “false” beliefs. Life, we are relearning, is not possible with just the Sun/“Son of God.”
The bee, who brought much of this to my awareness, is an indicator species that represents this divine alchemy of life. Bees are in danger because of our polluting actions (thoughts), and hence all life on Earth is in jeopardy. Ancient civilizations were very aware of the importance of the bee on all levels of Life. The bee uses the energy of water and sun to create life. The bee pollinates life through its physical actions, and creates the golden nectar of life, this sacred physical manifestation of the alchemy between sun and water, in the form of honey. Honey is the color of divine light, gold, and holds the healing properties of light/life. It is antibacterial and anti-fungal, it exists in pure form for thousands of years if left untempered with, and it is sweet, bringing us the physical taste of joy. The bee, of course, is also a divine architect, creating hives made from perfect hexagons and showing us how to optimally preserve, store and utilize the life force energy.
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6 is a sacred number. The hexagon has six sides, and it is a structure of divine perfection. The frequency of the number 6 is a carrier of the life force energy of Love. While walking by the town pond, my guide(s) made this aware to me, as well as that water can be repaired and recharged with the Love frequency of tuning forks. I looked it up online when I got home, and found that this is true. That tuning forks tuned to 528 frequency, repairs DNA and water and is the frequency of Love. I also (re)learned that healthy DNA (I actually have a degree in biology) is the 6 sided structure of the Hexagon, which is, as mentioned above, the shape of pure, healthy water. I was given a vision of a tuning fork at this frequency being used to heal the water in the pond (and other bodies of water, including, it seems the human, which is what they are often used for in healings).
I had also noted that I had just read Dr. Emoto’s book The Hidden Messages in Water, which was a gifted to me by my husband prior to receiving this “channeling.” The late Dr. Emoto’s work with water offers a great insight into the deeper truths of life.
There are now 6 parts to Steve’s amazing journey, which reads like a real-life mystical adventure of the greatest kind. Start here and keep reading, you will not be disappointed:
Taken on the edge of my neighbor’s perfect chem-lawn
Please stop using chemicals on your lawn. A natural lawn benefits your body, allows for natural diversity, and for bees and other wildlife to thrive. A chemical lawn deadens the Earth and its inhabitants, leaches toxic chemicals into our water supply and therefore compromises the health and wellbeing of all.
The chickadees are hanging out in the apple tree this morning, pecking away at the blossoms. Yesterday, the blue jay held reign in the tree, peering at me while I spoke. It made sure I knew it was observing me, even though it kept quiet. I call them my “Birds of Truth.” Although their look and demeanor are vastly different, the two birds both speak to me of the power of the voice and the inherent truth that resides within.
The chickadee, with its cheery disposition, often follows my path. Despite its small size, it is bold. The chickadee sings the beautiful, melodious notes of its name, and appears to exist in a constant state of joy. It reminds me that truth is gentle, yet strong; in its purest state it is unabashed joy, which comes forth in the clearest notes of the voice.
The blue jay, who wears the blue color of the throat chakra boldly in its feathers, is another constant companion, but with a very different energy. Its voice, when it calls out, is not pretty or melodious, but harsh and bold. It reprimands and reminds. Speak! it tells me, Don’t hold back your words. The blue jay calls out when I hold back my voice, reminding me of its power. Then it appears, as it did just know outside my window, in quiet, yet obvious beauty, as though in recognition. Good job, it tells me without opening its beak, you are on the right path.
Since my visit to the Nest, I have felt haunted. There is a restlessness inside of me; one which my rational mind has tried to reason with. If you were meant to be there, you’d be there. You have work to do here, it tells me.The work often seems illusive as I try to focus past the longing and stay in the moment of present time and space. The tears of frustration, I allow to escape when I am alone. I tell myself I am content to stay in a place that has never felt like home, but it comes with the condition of purpose. I have learned a lot about myself in these three weeks. For one thing, I quite like the idea of having a clearly defined purpose. A purpose that I can act upon at any moment, unwavering and steadfast. Being idle and directionless does not appeal to me, and so I am in the midst of a great test.
The raven, though, is ever-present. This guide who has come into my life, and who has perhaps been there much longer than I have noticed. When the mind becomes quiet, though, the raven appears. It tells me, Open your eyes. Remember. The land is alive everywhere. The only division is inside of the mind. There is magic everywhere. Find it!
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The curved black beak of the raven opens to eat doubt and fear. Its head turns to look, making sure I see how the flesh is stripped from the bones of the dead until only the core remains. It is ruthless in its devouring. The raven holds no mercy for the weak and wavering. Death, to the raven, is a necessary passage to Life.
Don’t be ridiculous, it tells me. Of course you know why you are here. You’ve always known.
And so I relent. Allowing its fierce beak to devour the skin of the old self, while my cells stir into rebirth. Death is rarely a pleasant event, but the more one relinquishes the hold on the old, the easier it is to endure.
This post is based on the outline of an exploration session presented at The Silent Eye (a modern mystery school) “Leaf and Flame: the Foliate Man” weekend in 2016. Whilst I have attempted to retain some of the flavour, and changes in direction, of the actual talk, the interactive elements of the exploration are absent, and since most of it was done “on the hoof”, it is not really a true reflection of the session. Many of the sections are expanded considerably from that presented on the day…
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Sourced from internet. Artist unknown.
Whether we recognise it or not, we receive guidance, often in areas in which we have no direct experience, from what can only be considered an “external” source. This “subconscious” guidance may be considered to emanate from many sources, including “spirit animals“.
It seems, in a way, cruel. To feel the curtains of one’s heart part without effort to enter the place of magic and pure presence, only to return to where you are used to residing. I have not re-learned what the young child already knows: to live each moment in open-hearted wonder. The ordinary often takes over my mind, and replaces the inherent magic held inside all life.
The blades of grass on the lawn attract the eye in their uniformity and neatness, but the magic they hold is hidden unless I stop to view with fresh eyes.
This takes effort, or at least intention. The energy in the ordinary feels comfortable, and even flat, when compared to the extraordinary. Yet, this is the nature of life for most of us. I can’t help but think this is part of the cause of so many of our addictions. This inherent search for a “high” to escape the ordinary. When one feels euphoria, or glimpses “nirvana,” it is difficult to accept the placid.
It’s not simply the placid, though, is it? It’s not fair to say the ordinary, alone, is not enough, and the reason why we seek something more, which does not always feel wonderful. When I was in the moors, at the Raven’s Nest, I did not feel wonderful. In fact I felt a profound sadness and longing. The key, though, is that I felt this state to such an extend it opened my heart to pure connection to the Land and its Spirit. There became, for that time, no division between us. We were one being. It’s a little ironic that I would gladly trade a piece of cheesecake (which happens to be my favorite dessert), to feel this presence again, with all of the pain.
What I felt was a sense of purpose and belonging that was impossible to describe, except that it felt like I had come home. After, I should add, a long absence. For the ordinary life seems to distance oneself from this state of unfettered connection.
The real “high,” is not an artificial attainment. It is not an escape from the mundane, but rather to feel the extraordinary in the ordinary in each moment. Even if the extraordinary is not so wonderful to feel. I don’t even know if this is entirely possible to feel with such presence, all of the time. The care-takers of Arbor Low, I suspect, could not tend to their farm at its base, if they were feeling the energy of its extraordinary magic all the time. And, furthermore, does that mean that their life has any less meaning?
I am, on the one hand, quite in awe of their role as caretakers, living a seemingly ordinary life that serves to ground the energies that are so powerfully present above them. It is almost as though they know not what they protect, and that in itself makes their role all the more extraordinary. Really, how else could one reside in a place such as this?
Is the farmer living a life more, or less, real than the person who walks the stones and feels transported beyond the mundane? At some point, it seems, we all must come back to Earth. We must tend to our children and animals, clean our residences, prepare and eat meals and carry out the daily tasks of life. If we don’t, a state of chaos can take over. Messes pile up, the gnaw of hunger starves the body, bills go unpaid, and we eventually find that we have lost our handle on life itself.
Yet we keep seeking, don’t we? As though we are trying to fill a void that is infinite. We use food, drugs, cars, vacations, houses, shoes, porn, electronics, exercise…there are so many ways to fill in the blank. There are almost an endless number of things we use to try to fill the void that is ever-present. Telling us there is more to life, if we could just figure out what it was and how to get it.
Of course, getting it is the problem. There is no getting of what is already present. We look outside, instead of looking within. It’s not easy to see in the dark, so we resist the finding of the light within. To see into that place of magic that resides in all things. You. A blade of grass. A rock. The person beside you. To open that door to the extraordinary in the ordinary, and leave it open. To see the world through the eyes of the inner child, always, seems as impossible as it seem necessary.
Sourced from internet. Artist unknown. 
This takes effort, or at least intention. The energy in the ordinary feels comfortable, and even flat, when compared to the extraordinary. Yet, this is the nature of life for most of us. I can’t help but think this is part of the cause of so many of our addictions. This inherent search for a “high” to escape the ordinary. When one feels euphoria, or glimpses “nirvana,” it is difficult to accept the placid.
The Light Behind the Story 