Drum Journey (Recording): ~15 minutes
This journey was to inquire about what to do with my home as part of my divorce. I received something unexpected. I traveled to Lower World. As I dropped down onto the sand in the usual spot, I noticed that I was wearing the same muslin clothing that I usually do. But this time, I realized that I have been wearing the same colors and styles in OR, but in cotton. Hummingbird met me and took me directly to Tree. I placed my hands on Tree's trunk and felt my hands sinking into the bark. I rested my head against the trunk and the same thing happened. I realized I was being invited to merge with Tree, so I did. Immediately, I was transported up to the edges of the branches and could see all across Lower World's terrain. I asked the question about what will happen/what can I do about my home. I looked out to my left and saw the house on a clearing in the land. It was on fire, but not being damaged. I also saw there was damage, but then it was reversed immediately. I saw a white light dome over the building and although there was fire, the building remained unharmed. I received the message that no matter what happens, my home will be protected. Suddenly, I heard the drumbeat get louder in my head. It almost began to echo. I felt dizzy and unmerged from Tree. I lay down at his base and Tree's roots rose up to create a bed for me. I lay there for some time. In a moment, I felt the ground beneath me shift and give way. I dropped down into a dark underground space with many hallways and openings like a catacomb. Hummingbird was with me. It was not clear where I was, but I felt safe enough to investigate. As I did, I felt the presence of other beings. I asked Tree and Hummingbird what this was. Tree said, This is the dwelling place of spirits of those gone by. Some care about you, some don't, but none will harm you... These are the spirits of those beings—plants, insects, animals—whose death is related to your life either directly or indirectly. This could be food you ate, an insect you killed, an obituary you read... I asked if my father was here. Tree told me that he is everywhere, but yes, some part of him can be present here. I asked if I could see the spirits. I wasn't able to, but I knew that I could feel them if I wanted to, so I stood still and asked them to come to me and let me know they were there. I felt nothing for a long time, then I felt a cold, clammy presence on the surface of my skin. Not unpleasant, but distinct. I asked how I might work with them. How could I step into work with my spirit world helpers? I heard the answer that all I have to do is do it. There is no barrier between spirit and me. Never has been. I have just created one because I am in human form now. I spent some time in the catacombs. At one point, I saw my father as a young man. I was putting cream on his right forearm. Soon after this image, the callback sounded. I thanked the spirits, Hummingbird, and Tree and returned.
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Drum Journey (Recording): ~15 minutes
During my morning meditation, I received a call to journey. I had no intention except to find out for what I was being called. I was immediately drawn to Upper World. Upper World: I entered and Teacher (Bell'anna) emerged from a stone in the walkway to the Hall of Knowledge. She took me into the main library, which had been redecorated into more of a rustic atmosphere, with wooden furniture and a small fire pit at the center. I sat there and she told me Grandmother would be joining us. Teacher brought down a large red book and handed it to me. These are the stories of your female ancestors, Teacher said. Grandmother had appeared now and was tending the fire as I looked through the book. I saw my mother, her mother, her mother, and so on. I saw men as well, being abusive to the women, physically, sexually, and emotionally. finally landed on an image of a smiling, upturned face of a woman who could have been in her 20s as easily as her 50s. Youthful and joyful. Your have entered the croning time. You have no daughters. This is your time to end the cycle of violence. Draw your power to you. The pain ends with you. Teacher handed me a staff that had a bird on top of it—a hawk?—which flew away, leaving the feathers behind attached to the top of the staff. The top was encrusted with gemstones (mainly moonstone) and had a smooth space where the hand would go. The base was orange and red with fire colors and from it came vines that snaked up the staff in various shades of green. This is your crone staff, Nashawe. You will recreate it in Ordinary Reality. She threw it on the fire, where Grandmother poked at it. The staff dissolved into sparks of fire. It will be here for you when you are in Non-ordinary Reality, Teacher told me. Then, Grandmother gave me a capsule, which I swallowed. This is moss beneath the Tree of Knowledge outside of my home, Grandmother said. Let it fill you with ancestral knowledge and belief in your own experience. You are no longer a child. You are stepping into elder. You will come to us for more training, but it is time for you to embrace your own knowledge and share it. I sat for a moment with my teachers and watched the fire. Callback sounded. I thanked them both deeply and returned. |
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