Valiant: Knock Knock…The Hour Glass…The Tree of Life…White Oak Woman…

*SONG* “Colors of the Wind” by Judy Kuhn (from “Pocahontas”)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pk33dTVHreQ

In a dark age…when all seems lost
You can find all the answers that you need
If you just stand perfectly still…Quietly…
And watch…wait…and listen…
You’ll find no sense in rushing around…
Or demanding instantly.
All things take time…if you give them
A chance. No tree bears fruit overnight
Why should reason?
That’s why patience teaches wisdom.

The Circle of Light shimmered and
Valerius stood waiting, holding the book
The Hour Glass. A simple smile on
His face. He was about to open the
Book when suddenly Camlo, the quiet
One…the seemingly meek agent of
The Watchers raced up beside him…
And Ceres was there with him, looking
Beautiful and shining as always.

“I believe I have something to share
Here,” Camlo offered as he calmly brushed
His blond hair to the right from his face
As he stood rather strongly in his blue
Uniform. “Please, may I offer this
With the book?” he said, “I have never
Shared a story before.”

Valerius looked at Ceres. She nodded with
A mysterious smile as if to say, ‘Trust me.’
So Valerius handed Camlo the book…then
Camlo kindly took it, stepped up to me
And said, “I think this will help you…
Will you please listen?”

I nodded. I couldn’t argue. This whole thing
Was intriguing…
Camlo stood strong, held the book, opened
It in front of me…and the pages began
To glow…Then the story came…

Long ago…when the land was fresh
And new and untamed…the first Americans
Came, the first explorers…And they
Settled the land by dwelling through it…
Not by abusing it or building cities…
But by scouting and following game,
For survival…And for finding further
Expanse for their people…These were
The first people here…These were the
Native Americans.

First and foremost they went east…
And then southwest…then east,
Then south again. All the while
Scattering by family groups and
Clans into different tribes. Tribes that
Became unique as they settled in
Villages or migrating bands throughout
A vast lush continent. But this took
Time…and like all families, although
They started out as one…they split,
Divided and spread…embracing different
Traditions, tastes, rituals and beliefs
That were born from what they
Learned of the land around them.
That is how they learned…from the
Earth, and the spirits that nature
Showed them…in the plants and the
Trees and the animals and the
Seasons…and the elements…earth, wind,
Fire…water…and the weather.

For the wisest, the greatest lessons
Were always learned this way…in every
Race and culture throughout time. Prejudice
Denies this truth, but it’s there. It always
Has been…and as long as human beings
Live on this Earth, it always will be.
The Native Americans simply respected
These honest ways longer than other
Cultures did…

See and sense the distinctions…
The simple honest truth
Of the land…without greed for gold
Or power or slavery…The only savage
Way, was your standard age old
Problem…unto each tribe were born
Beliefs…and everyone always thought
They were right more than any other.

To conquer these flaws will cease to
Divide them, and all of us…The
More things change the more they stay
The same…and until we learn to solve
These problems we must keep telling these
Stories over and over until we learn
From them not to let it happen anymore.

In the ancient tribes of the Native
Americans the most fantastic beliefs
Were born…great wisdom of the land…
Unlike anywhere on Earth…They hold
The key to the greatest solutions on this
Planet…and must be respected this
Way…

There are cures for the boundless things
Within the secret traditions of the
Indian nations…more than they know…
These were gifts given to them by
The stars and the Great Spirit because
They respected the land more than
Others did…

And if they fall or are lost…so are
We all…so you better pay attention.

In the lands and Indian nations of
The Great Lakes came the first…The
First solid traditions, ancient ways,
Lore and ways of learning…And it
Was here long ago that one magic
Secret was given…And will forever
Be…Look, listen…and learn…

There, where the Forests were lush and
The water was fresh, and the animals
Still plenty that the first tribes
Truly learned to listen to nature. But
They were, due to the colder seasonal
Climates of the north still migratory.
Forced to change their hunting and
Dwelling because of the snow…but they
Were bound to learn this way. In one
Family clan a tribe of gatherers…The
People moved along the Appalachian
Mountains following the animals that
Went south…in particular, the birds…It
Was always about the birds.

To watch the skies, where the raven goes
To find treasures…Or where the birds of
Prey follow the wind before storms
Move or the temperature changes…or even
The geese and ducks that simply knew
To fly south before the freeze came
Too cold…The birds always knew these
Things and led the people…Watch the
Birds…They always know where to go…

It was on one migration, as this one
Tribe was moving along the lakes through
The mountains…following the geese…that
They were passing their traditional route
That they settled by the waters of
The Great Lake to camp…Here they
Would dwell for a little while…
Movement was always gradual so
As not to overwork the people…
And to utilize full resources of whatever
Harvest was ripe in that area…
Be it the game, the fruits of berries
Or the native herbs and greenery known
There…

The tribe was lead by Chief Standing
Bear and his wisest council…The Holy
Man, Eagle Cries…and his strongest
Braves Two Wolves and a young man,
Stands in Rivers.
But his wisest council, was his mother…
Wife of the former chief and daughter
Of the greatest Medicine Man they ever
Knew…and she was named Moon and
Rain…

Now Standing Bear had a wife, Running
Deer…and two children, his oldest
And only son, a teenager Laughing Otter…
And his youngest child…a very young girl,
Barely more than a toddler…and she
Was called Two Daughters…because she
Was born from twins, but her sister
Did not survive due to a tragic accident
That occurred during a raid from
A rival tribe one night for food
And medicines they could not find. To
Honor her lost sister’s memory…she
Was then called Two Daughters to honor
The twins birth.

This made Two Daughters very special…
For not only were twins rare…but it
Was to become her nature to be lost this
Way…always suffering the loss of her
Twin…And so she always suffered for
A yearning to fill this loss even at a
Very young age. She was a bright little
Girl, sharp to see and sense and think
Right from the start…But more so she
Was deeply bound to the land to the
Earth…especially to this particular
Camp where they dwelt alongside the
Great Lake…because it was here that
Her twin sister lost her life…and was
Given back to the Earth to find rest
There. That’s why it always remained
A special spot for Chief Standing Bear…
His tribe never ever forgot this
Site to build their tent-like lodgings
Of skins and carefully woven
Branches…In fact it even became
A magical place with the
Reflections of the water of the early
Fall moon and stars…visions often
Came this way.

It was, although sad by broken memories,
A peaceful place…The many children
Played while the men hunted and the
Women cured berries and tanned animal
Hides for use, nothing was ever wasted…

Two Daughters always wandered away
From other children, she always had a
Strong pull to find her own way. The other
Children would laugh and want to
Play…but she always wanted to explore,
To touch and feel and see as much as possible…
And being the wise and protective
Grandmother that she was, Moon
And Rain always followed her. As
The former wife of a chief, and the
Daughter of a Medicine Man she
Knew many things…even more than the
People knew…she knew…

The tribes, all of them, always kept
Their own secrets. It wasn’t just as
A means of survival, but a way
To build and maintain traditions…

Moon and Rain took her special grand-
Daughter, Two Daughters deep into the wild woods
Far from camp to explore hills for any
Special nuts or berries or herbs they
Could find. Quiet by nature, Two Daughters
Would watch her grandmother carefully examine
Things as she told her stories of her youth
And of the tribes…of legends and dreams…
Mostly dreams, dreams were very powerful
Guiding messages to the people…and were
Very educational and entertaining by the light
Of nightly campfire stories…

But as they followed a narrow game trail
Near a grassy meadow…Two Daughters
Saw something which struck her very sad…
A small oak sapling, barely more than a foot
Tall, had been ripped from the ground by
Some animal, a bear most likely foraging
For roots and insects…The poor little
Sapling lay withered and dying
In loosely ravaged soil. She froze at
The sight of it…then knelt softly on her
Knees to hold the tiny lifeless looking infant tree…
She said nothing but only held it carefully
In her hands…her little heart singing a
Song of grief and sympathy that her voice
Could not express.

This caught the immediate attention of
Her grandmother Moon and Rain. Her eyes
Became glassy and warm as it touched her so.
But then…it was like a miracle…the tiny
Tree in her small granddaughter’s hands…
It appeared…to come to life somehow? Then
She watched with awe and wide eyes…as
Two Daughters dug a hole with her bare hands
In the loose soil and replanted the little tree
In the earth…packed the soil around it
Carefully…then found some good-sized stones
To place around the base of the little tree to
Secure it and prevent it from being torn
From the ground again. When she was done
Sat back, then stood and smiled at what
She had done…

Her grandmother immediately came up to her.
“Why did you do that?” she asked with a smile.

“It needed it.” Her granddaughter said
With a tiny voice. “It’s supposed to be
In the ground.”

Moon and Rain couldn’t say anything…Here, for
The very first time she witnessed something
So simple, so extraordinary. It touched
Her heart. “I’m proud” …in all the years of her
Life she had never seen anything so
Remarkable, especially with a child…
It made her cry.

Two Daughters took her grandmother’s hand.
“What’s wrong? Why are you crying?”

“Because I had to.” Her grandmother could
Find no words.

It was the honest and most pure
Thing Moon and Rain had ever seen…
And from a child? “You have an amazing
Gift.” She told her granddaughter.

But Two Daughters only made a confused
Expression then laughed politely. “But I’m
Not special, I didn’t do anything that
Anyone else would have done.”

But that wasn’t true…In fact
Moon and Rain knew more than ever.
“No, you are special.” It struck her
Then what could be. “You know why?”
She took her granddaughter’s hand in
Hers then pointed to her eyes.
“Men see with their eyes…It’s the only
Way they can see…All but a very few
Of them.” Then she knelt beside her
And put her hand in her granddaughter’s
And touched her chest. “We see with out
Hearts. This is the way things are. Men
Never listen…In time you will
Understand what I mean…And until
This changes I fear bad things for
Our people.”

“I will make them see grandmother, I
Will.” Two Daughters smiled.

Little did they know they were both being
Watched…as Chief Standing Bear
And the Holy Man Eagle Cries had
Been watching silently. Moon and Rain
Saw them and was about to speak…
But the Chief held up his hand…He
Had come looking for them both and
By accident… “I was getting worried
About you…when we,” he
Gestured to the Holy Man. “found you
Both here.” He smiled with great pride
And joy at his little daughter. “From this
Day forward…she,” he nodded to his
Daughter grinning as he eyed his Holy
Man… “my little girl will be
Known as White Oak Woman…The
One with the medicine in her
Hands.”

And from that day forward that is
How White Oak Woman was known.
It was to be the beginning of
A lifetime of learning and experiencing
…As the seasons came and
Went and the tribes migrating passage
Took them year by year past the lake…
White Oak Woman always found
The little tree that she healed and
Planted…And would sit for hours
At the tree, then beneath it
As it grew bigger and taller as she did.

She saw the song of nature as she sat
With the tree and listened and watched
And learned its song…by the animals
That came and passed around them…
The deer, the bears…the squirrels and
Rabbits…the foxes, the raccoons…And
The turtles and the frogs…the bugs…
The bees and the birds. All the birds!
The song birds, the hummingbirds, the
Ravens…and all the birds of prey! Oh
How many things she saw and learned
From watching the animals from just sitting
There not moving beside the tree, then
Beneath it…And it became a part of her.

And then there were all the plants, the herbs,
The berries, grass and bushes she saw
Come and go each year as the
Tree grew and grew, like she did as she
Became a beautiful young woman.

Oh, that tree saw so many things for
Something so quiet and simple that
Stood there growing…There was just so
Much to see! How could everyone
Overlook so much from moving
Around…When they could
Learn so much more from just staying
In one place learning to watch things grow.
Maybe someday someone will see that
There is great wisdom there sitting perfectly
Still and quietly learning to watch and
Listen by a tree…with a tree…

It was spirit song that never left her
Wherever she and her people went…She
Saw so much this way, in all things everywhere
And became a teacher for others, but she
Was always learning because things were
Always growing…

Many suns and moons and seasons
Enriched her this way, and so enriched
Her people…Until the time came when
Her father decided it was her time to
Marry…and she would be promised to
His widowed lonesome greatest warrior
Two Wolves…even though she did not
Love him…The heart of love she knew
Remained with her good friend Stands
In Rivers, who shared a similar quiet
Nature spirit like she did. But still it
Wasn’t love, not the kind that would
Fill her heart as she hoped. Maybe
Love was a mystery then as it always
Was…But parents decided what was
Best this way. Because with age doesn’t always
Come wisdom…customs hold people prisoner
This way…

True love is a rare gift…often found only
In dreams. Because dreams are free
And boundless…and keep the spirit free
That’s where the heart sings its strongest…
To feel with it, see with it…the wisest
Know this, and keep faith with it and
Pursue it…

But her parents urged her to marry
Two Wolves…for security…She fought it
As long as she could, praying for the day
To find the right answer…The peace
That would let heart sing. And she
Looked for answers where she always
Did…with her friend and namesake
The White Oak…For whenever her
People returned to the lakeside of the
Tree she felt the strongest.

The birds would sing to her. Voices in the
Wind, the spirit of the woods was strong
There…And the White Oak had grown into
A towering tree over the years, in fact
Bigger and stronger than normal…For it
Had been touched with a special magic…
One sent by a gift by a great unseen
Spirit; or more precisely a secret Watcher
From a distant star that studied nature
To preserve it.

So it was that time of year where
She spent all her time with the White
Oak…either gathering berries or roots or
Herbs from around the tree…or visiting the
Animal friends she made there…or simply
Just sitting beneath the Tree itself talking
To it quietly…looking for the answer to
Her troubles.

But unbeknownst to her, or her people
Something new was in the land…or
Rather new people. For while they
Migrated, visitors had arrived from a
Distant land on the shores to the east
And were exploring inland…Vikings. Men
That were rugged and fierce by nature,
Warriors…armored with metals and cloaked
In furs…They had weapons no one had
Ever seen before…And they were pale of
Skin with bearded faces…with hair unlike
The coppery-red skin natives ever saw…
These white skinned men had golden
Yellow and ruddy hair…And they were
Taller, thicker, massive looking men…
Dead set on exploring new opportunities…

White Oak Woman sensed it…something
New in the air…anxious, nervous…The
Wind blew, and the animals were restless.

Then she saw him standing there…the tall
One…golden haired, watching her through
The trees from across the meadow…with
Echoes of his men behind him, a language
She never heard before…These weren’t
Indians at all, it frightened her.

Now the Vikings had finally discovered
The natives…The first, this small copper-
Skinned woman dressed in deer skin…
Small people were of no match to them,
These men were fearless…They sailed
The oceans and survived hard travels. If
They wanted something they took it. And so
They set their eyes upon her…

But all people, regardless of their color or
Size or disposition, be they warrior or simple
Native…have customs, beliefs…and with them
Superstitions, as strong, if not stronger than
Any religion…

White Oak Woman clung to her tree for
Protection…
Far and away, above…out of reach of all
Eyes and ears…Spirits, as they were sometimes
Known, in pale blue uniforms watched
This fragile meeting…

A normally timid Camlo turned to his
Friend nervously for assistance… “Ceres,
Could you help me for a moment?” No
Need for words or explanation…of course
She agreed…with a somewhat wicked
Smile…

The Vikings came…White Oak Tree Woman
Clung to her spirit tree…then magic
Happened…A shower of sparkling lights
Cascaded down upon the tree, the sight
Paralyzed the Vikings still…

The winds pitched and blew…Flocks of
Ravens came and filled the air and
Trees around…Birds, birds, birds came…
Eagles and hawks cried…
Wolves came and growled and howled…
Mother bears appeared with cubs…
And a White Stag, huge…stood to face
The Vikings from across the meadow.
All the animals! The Vikings had
Never seen such a sight ever! Animals
Ran, they never came out to face them,
Not once, not ever! This wasn’t just
Strange, it scared them…Magic was in
The land…And they were not too ignorant
To ignore it…All the people in those days
Saw these signs as warnings…And it
Held them still and gave them reason
To proceed with caution, so they did.
They did not run, but knelt
And bowed…for fear that Odin was
Watching…

Well, actually it was Apollo…but he
Sometimes used different names when
He intended to send a message…
And a mysterious voice filled the air to the
Men of Vikings… ”Listen and learn from
These people” …And so a gentle meeting
Was made, no fighting…Then the
Animals departed…White Oak Woman
Stood strong to greet them…

A migration of her tribe was halted…
An exchange grew between her tribe
And the Vikings…Where wisdom and
Peace was made beneath a White Oak
Tree…And two completely different
Kinds of people for a time shared the
Land…and over time, stories…
The Indians learned how to stand still
A little longer…And the Vikings learned
To pay attention more…There was
Wisdom here, not war.

There were a few problems, but nothing
Either had ever faced before with their
Own people…

What did occur was a love between
Two foreign people…One White Oak Woman
And the golden-haired Viking…And with
That came visions…that intrigued the
People, warnings of the land…Stone
Cities would fill the future…Invaders
From distant lands would come…and
Keep coming…They were visions of another
Time…The past, where a lost
Civilization fell beneath them…Of
The future…where cities would rise
And repeat the mistakes of the past.

Invaders would come and keep coming…
A new era was coming, and another
One after that. To serve peaceful
Resolution to this meaning…The Vikings
Left…and the tribe stayed to learn
As much as they could by the White
Oak Tree. Secrets must be kept…
Hidden underground…that would be
Lost and found again…

The Native American tribes would be given
Unto each, many secrets to keep…
Awaiting two invasions…one that would
Plague the land and build stone cities…
And one invasion from the land of
Ancient sands of blood that could
Destroy the planet…

Watch and Learn from these lessons.
Ask Questions…for if these
Native tribes vanish from the land…
Secrets will be lost…permanently.
Secrets of salvation…that are necessary.

If you lose one, you may loose them
All…13 tribes…13 crystal skulls…
13 astrological signs…
13 bloodlines…from across the planet…
13 moons…
Chapter 13…
Do you see a pattern here?

Listen to the song again…and look
At the painting…The Good Spirit…
The Bell Tolls…And see if you see
Something new again…and again…
And again…Things repeat themselves…
There are more answers there than you
Know. This…is an Hour Glass.

Valiant

 

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42 comments on “Valiant: Knock Knock…The Hour Glass…The Tree of Life…White Oak Woman…

    • http://dreamwalkerdiaries.blogspot.com/2015/01/dream-log-13jan2015-viking-womens.html

      The woman who was my wife in that dream from 1000 years ago (?) works with me here in the office now. The dream happened about a month before she was hired and I immediately recognized her. I’ve never told her about the dream – but we work very well as a team. She is actually married now to the guy in that dream.

      I wish I had more cultural context for this stuff. That year I also went to see an interesting exhibit at a museum on vikings – they had a reconstructed longboat, clothing, jewelry, etc. I’d still like to know more about that journey, or why two families would want to live in the same longhouse. I know that this was more the normal thing to do back then – here in north america as well.

      Also as an aside the first nations on the east coast of north america lived in similar longhouses to the vikings. Kind of an elongated half-sausage shape, made of sticks for a frame and reed mats covering the structure. Very cozy!

      The migration path that Valiant mentions is part of the story… the Cherokee say they’ve always been here whereas other groups migrated from other continents. On the west coast they rowed or sailed there from Japan / polynesia. The east coast from europe/ basque – I’m not sure what other groups – but the true “first europeans” in north america WERE the first nations.

  1. Thank you – beautiful, riveting, magical!

    Much of the medical knowledge was acquired just by asking the plants… something researchers these days do often, but they’ve forgotten how to listen.

    For those docs reading… in the healing profession, well… Start listening…

  2. had me in tears several times….such a beautiful story!!
    yes, dreamwalker, so many medical benefits in our own backyards! I remember reading the Earth Children series many years ago…as a young woman. Clan of the Cave Bear, Mammoth Hunters, etc. The Jean Auel books. Even early man knew! And modern sophisticated man just had to ruin all that!

    Thanks all!
    Lida

    • Well I guess those “modern europeans” are not necessarily so sophisticated then! 😀

      I saw a catalog of Cherokee plant uses – thousands of different treatments – and it dawned on me that they wouldn’t have figured out that much simply by a process of trial and error. Some preparations are fairly complicated. A good example from Canada (from the Ojibway) is a product known as “Essiac” which is used to help treat cancer. Rene Caisse is someone who listened.

      http://www.essiacinfo.org/

      • I know of that one….and HAVE it! Also known as 4 herb tea. Useful for so many ailments too! The sludge from the tea can be used as a salve on wounds. I used it on one of my old dogs, when she had a bad wound. (besides the tea) Yes, it helped heal the wound beautifully. She was almost 15 when she passed. Sweet old girl.
        If it was good enough for me….and I am always the first guinea pig around here…it was good enough for her!
        ….gee I needs to get a fresh batch!!
        I bought mine Bulk/loose from herbalhealer.com
        great site, packed with info!!

  3. I also read of Hulda Clark and her frequency generator, plus herbs. I have those.
    ZAPPED all of us here too! Her book is available on line. Utterly fascinating.
    If you can, get the variable frequency zapper! Worth it.
    At the time, there was the single frequency generator, which I do have. And you do feel a harmless, and pleasant tingle! Need to upgrade mine….

    and of course the Rife machines..Royal Rife and his research…which, unfortunately are a little too pricey for me.
    But what an amazing machine!

    and the sound and light therapies…I saved all those documents. One day, I will be getting them. When they become more affordable…perhaps a better mass produced unit in the near future.

    natural is the way to go….
    I have my own apothecary around here. My family…human and animal…benefit.
    Sometimes I drive my family crazy with all my concoctions, and ‘stuff’!

    At the point we are, we only use these remedies…as needed. Or else their effectiveness becomes in-effective! This works best for us.

    ASEA water is used by Bill…helps his intestinal problems (an issue for high empaths). That and a natural diet. He does treat his body like a temple!
    …and Ganoderma is excellent….
    Anyway…

  4. Among all of the various books I had on herbal medicine…this one was the best when it came to teaching how to listen to and form a relationship with the plants. I highly recommend it for anyone who’s interested.

    And an excellent one for beginners here…I’m ordering another copy soon.

    https://www.amazon.com/Herbal-Home-Remedy-Book-Tinctures/dp/1580170161/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1495822001&sr=8-1&keywords=Joyce+Wardwell

    I’m presently waiting on “Higher Forces” to come in. Can’t wait to read it!

  5. Sorry for that honestly, I still could not find the time to read the latest post by Valiant & Lida, but read first the fervent discussion here. I’m overwhelmed by these cosmological energy waves and all your loving energy via these stories, sharings!!!

    Dave, so nice to hear from you again. I don’t know it’s only my case or not, the link of the video that you gave on Mandorla is no longer valid. Then, I happened to be updated with regards to the latest seen Crop Circles, and am too shocked for the synchronicity. The first one feels super powerfully healing !!!


    To Dreamwalker (Troy)….God, I’ve been haunted by some kind of bizarre phenomena having to do with Vikings, as the thread initiated from the funeral culture of boat-ship coffin, occurred in both East and South-East Asia and Viking society. More strange that on one of the Royal Funeral Boat of one South-Western (whose ancestors might have migrated here from South-East of the Mainland), dated from about 4th century BC should have a mark looking like Runic marks of middle-age Viking or Iceland. I can not make any sense at all. This syn….so….

    I love so your sharings, always intriguing, fascinating. We have so many super charming and magical writers here. So, Lida, thanks you so much for feeding, inspiring and healing with your most powerful and magical words. Robin, Dave, Dreamwalker, Suzanne, Barb &AL yes, I’m so addicted to your feedings, too. I’ve never been able to imagine how could words be so magical and powerful, as they contain and convey much more than knowledge. Your description helps me to link with, even to be present (right as flying ) there, merge with your data base, field, learn, feel, enlarge….it feels like that.

    Nando, despite of your few words, they have always been the very bright point of the very MARK. How much I miss the precious ones who turn into more silence. Though I still didn’t read this post yet, I feel the presence of….

    This week would be quite busy…However, I just cannot wait to share this first, as I know…timing, synchronicity are so worth being known by the beloved ones !!!

    Though I don’t make much sense of….Here are some other messages which are intensively given.



    As always, I cannot help hesitating to post or not…Since no more time to waste, I just follow the flow….

    Please take care and have a super beautiful weekend !!!

  6. Reading Valiant’s latest lost, listening to the song, presented by Robin as above, here comes this one….

    So many thoughts occurring, but they are not to be spoken….thank you for bringing this/these….and I guess these are just rippling….

    • Lyrics: Machi machi machi – ma
      Machi machi machi – ma

      Machi cura
      Machi sana
      Machi cántame una nana

      Machi machi machi – ma
      Machi machi machi – ma

      Yo no lloro
      Yo sólo canto
      Con tu encanta
      Pacha Mama
      Madre Tierra

      Translation:
      Machi is curing
      Machi is healing
      Machi sings me a lullaby

      I do not cry
      I just sing
      with your love
      Pacha Mama
      Mother Earth

  7. This had me in tears so many times it bought back a story I wrote about three maybe four years ago that just glowed forth. Of ancient times the First Nation and the ability to communicate with the plants. The language of light I knew back then I still have connection to the plants the trees. I wish to live in the forests of old the clear waters of life where I come alive these days I do not want to work in this system it no longer fits and has not got 13 years. Thank you for this story of The First Nation

  8. ((((((((((( hugs All Ones here )))))))))))

    These stories of Valiant are so precious to me, as are all of you and your stories, too. May you all be blessed and loved beyond measure, and feel the truth within you coming to full fruition, all the days of your lives…..like sands…..through The Hour Glass. I was born the same year as that long-lived American “soap opera” the Days of our Lives. Not a watcher of that any more, but I have become enamored of a different type of watcher, of more serious and also more joyful and liberating type. Even the watchers evolve and rules change. Someone once said rules are meant to be broken! All that fetters, ties, constraints and binds us…..all the lies and darkness and deception…..is meant to be broken away. When All become stronger, wiser, and more fruitful, we shall All rise above all the conditions of limitation. It’s like training wheels on a bike, the Parents take them off only when the Child is truly ready to go in a balanced, steady way. Papa once told me that “wait until you realize you are all the faces”….that will really blow you (your little mind) away,…..when I was dwelling far too much on the puzzle of reincarnation, and wondering and wonderment over who I had been. What does it matter, who we once were…..when today….right NOW…..is all we have to work with? We may borrow the wisdom, the knowledge, the tools and the gifts…..of our past…..yet right now is what we are given…..to do our Working….our Figuring Out…..our Existing. I’m in that kind of phase right now of just contemplating, reviewing, seeking knowledge, and solace. I’m sponge mode, currently! Not forever and always, sometimes I have to squeeze out some things, and share what I am immersed in, with others. I SO admire ones like Bill….our Valiant brother…..for caring and sharing stories…..that help us all to come to terms and grips…..with what is and what has been and what is coming. To just be able to offer….from the inner coffer…like he does…..and on such a regular basis…..is heartwarming. It truly is the kindest thing, to be sharing in the deepest cavernous depths of his soul, and his earthly experiences, and his wisdom……and it is true of each one of you my fellow suns/sons…..traveling on this arduous and adventurous journey….of Life. Thank You….each of you…..who shares…..whether a little or a lot….just once or much more frequently……for caring enough about your fellow brothers and sisters to give some expression to what moves you.

    This week I was blown away by Valiant, because it seems sometimes like they are peering in on MY life, and echoes of it appear in his words/works, like happens with others of you here too. The synchronicity can be huge, when I get back into a more spiritual seeking mode, like the last year with all of you…..with Valiant leading the charge! I had lost synchronicity when I had a strictly physically oriented life, for about 2 1/2 years, until I found myself finding my own voice, to share, in here. Sometimes I hesitate to share, too, like you are sharing Feilla…..then I either go with the flow….or I just stop the flow. Today I am hoping the flow goes! I hope I’ll be able to hit post comment, and let myself express things. One part of Valiant’s story of Two Daughters, who became White Oak Woman….really touched me and it reminded me of myself a few years ago…..and hearing the story of her falling in love with and helping change the way things evolved, originally, with the help of dear Varence, man of many names/faces….. enlightens me why the native peoples, especially of North America, mean so very much to me, their wisdom shines through and their beautiful way of working with the land, with earth, with the plants and animals….is so pure and awesome….very healing and healthy relationships…..full of respect for all other lives.
    It is why I usually always try to help them, when I can afford to. I’m sure I had several lives as a native daughter, myself, sometimes I can feel wistful for simpler times, before the face of America changed so much, by men with ulterior (and very inferior!) motives, come conquering, tragically. I hope we all become the Rainbow Tribe, I really do hope we learn from the past, and become the Overcomers, the Uniters, healing the ones overcome, and divided.

    I saw myself in this week’s story, although I was not a young innocent little girl, in the same exact scene and setting, and my feelings were hers. My husband and I went out one Arbor Day with some very small trees and bushes to plant them around our yard and meadow. I’d given a donation to a group that mailed me 8 little trees and 4 little bushes, they came wrapped in wet cardboard like thing, so they were taking care to ship them, and they all arrived intact, small little things, all wet and looking a bit fragile. I started digging out in the meadow by the rock next to “Kid Rock” which my kitchen window overlooks, with the huge mountain rising up in the background. I was pretty beat after digging two holes, to place my precious new little trees in the ground. My husband saw me, soaking wet with sweat, and having a hard time, I’m not used to such physical work, I’m very out of shape, middle-aged and obese, but I was bound and determined I was going to plant trees for the first time in my life! He took pity on me, he’s rugged, a former fireman, and strong but he has a bad back that acts up a lot, and he came to join me in the meadow, and dug the rest of the holes for me! We carefully planted our little trees, 8 of them, and then he went inside and I went down to the frog pond to dig in the softer mushier dirt, for homes for the other trees and 2 bushes. I think they might be pine or hemlock or spruce trees, they are evergreens of some sort. I watered the soil good, like the instructions said to, and then waited anxiously to see if they would stand up strong and begin to grow, over the next few days. I was very dismayed when I went down to the little frog pond, near to the state highway that runs above and in front of our house, the next morning. One of my little trees was totally uprooted, and laying there on the ground, like some animal had come through and ripped it up, just so sad to see it like that. I took my bare hands and dug out another little hole to carefully place it back in the ground, and I hoped it hadn’t been damaged too much by the force of being ripped out of its newfound home that I wanted so much for it to live and thrive in. It wasn’t able to survive, though. None of them, the 4 I planted down by the frog pond, made it. I had forgotten all about that happening,around 4 or 5 years ago, until I read Valiant’s story of the little girl who became White Oak Woman. Just a few weeks ago I was so overjoyed when I could look up at the little tree from my kitchen window, and I saw it from inside the house for the first time since my husband and I planted it, when the meadow grass hadn’t started growing much yet, maybe it was early April or so. I always go up there to visit it, I call it Little Tree, every time I am walking Layna and she seems inclined to meander that way, I say to her let’s go see Little Tree! We walk over and she sniffs it sometimes, and I look down and breathe my carbon dioxide rich breath onto it, hoping it will help it a bit to grow. I want so much to see Little Tree become a nice Big Tree….someday. I picked thar rock because the guy that hays our field always tries to avoid it with his big tractor and so I thought it would be good to protect it when it’s too small and vulnerable, like it is now. Little Tree has grown up to my knee! It’s so exciting to see it grow, it was just about 4 inches, a sad wet little thing arriving in the mail. One of the other little trees survived a few years, but all the others didn’t get through year 1. When I go to Little Tree it feels like it’s healing me, just because I love it. I talk to it, and I admire it, and I really hope…..that I get to see it become a big beautiful tree….providing shade and refuge and a nice nesting place for the birds…..a stop-over on their way flying through our meadow beneath the mountain…..someday.

    Dear ones, I have to go, I need to tend to some things here on this long holiday weekend, our Memorial Day weekend, so thankful for those who bravely served our country to protect us and defend our way of life….our freedom….to have liberty. I’m supposed to be going grocery shopping, after finishing up my drudgery of housework, then I can enjoy the holiday weekend! I just wanted to write and share a bit, with you, I’ve neglected you all so much. I’m sorry. You are never forgotten though, and I always read everything each of you writes, and look forward to more stories from Valiant, of course! I have 5 days off from work. I’m having surgery on Tuesday, a little bit worried, I had some unusual bleeding for a woman in menopause, so the ob-gyn had me do an ultrasound, and it came back abnormal, but luckily the pap smear was fine. So I have to have a hysteroscopy and D&C next Tuesday, going under anesthesia, and I have heart murmur and high blood pressure and pre-diabetes, as well as sleep apnea, and I’m just a little bit worried how it will go, and what they will find. He’s going to take a biopsy, it possibly could be uterine cancer, or just plain old menopause related stuff, but we’ll find out. So I’m worried and a little sad…..what if I don’t get to do more in this world….what if I haven’t been doing much of anything at all for too long…..and this is my last chance to share? So that’s why I’m sharing, and showing you how much I care, just in case. I know I worry too much! I’m awful like that, and a doubter, another hold-over I should just throw out, from my past! I just want to leave you with this, and lots of love and gratitude too…..

    “Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.”

    Make our burdens Light…..I pray for rest for all who are weary and burdened……and for those (all you Lights that shine brightly for us in here!) who are gentle and humble in heart…..to conquer and overcome……the entire Universe…..to liberate All the Ones…..from evil/darkness…..turn the TIDE.

    Love,
    Barb

    p.s. Thank you so much dear Troy dreamwalker444……for being gracious and kind and thoughtful…..for hosting us here in your place…. this beautiful, hopeful, very enlightening and uplifting gathering place……for the Rainbow Tribe. Thank you also to dear Leslee Hare…..for providing this home in cyberspace. Thank you to Valiant, to the Lidas, and all the Watchers…..for giving us the stories of our lives, of earth and other worlds, and for giving us your own personal stories too. I hope all are continually helped immensely, and empowered, made wiser, gentler, stronger, and kinder….to be enabled to build a better, brighter future…..for all to ENJOY.

    • Thinking of you and sending light golden and bright to surround you as you breath and calm yourself ready for surgery. Breath flows and steadys you, feel your body relax as it begins the new journey to healing to living to live within love.
      Loved your sharing of the tree which bought back the memory of my little tree. I bought a beautiful Douglas 🌲 which was about as high as my knee which I planted in the Summer which sadly died in the Fall I was devastated as I so loved this little tree then one Spring morning as I tended the ground where it had been there was this soft fir tree no bigger that my finger. So tiny so perfect I thanked the momma tree for leaving her precious gift I blessed the one who gave its life so this one could come forth. I tendered it with love and I still visit and touch its branches with love. It now towers over me tall and strong. I will take a photo the next time I am at the house. You see it now watches over my son and his growing family in the house he grew up in. 😊I also planted a tree for my daughter. In the middle of the yard a cabbage tree grew and it put up 5 trucks all close together of different heights which represents each of my children and there height difference. The Earth speaks it guides it gives blessings if we open our hearts and listen we see so much more than we could ever have imagined. ❤️❤️

  9. Very moved by your story, Barb. I do hope, and am praying, that the surgery, first of all, WON’T BE NECESSARY, and two, that if it is…it will go well with no further complications or cancer.

    Feilla…wow! Beautiful pics and the video…chills! Added that one to my playlist. And your TIME-ing…We are now in the Red Dragon Wavespell of BIRTH. I do believe the very feminine crop circle is gifting us with MOTHER’S LOVE for all. Such FEMININE HEALING ENERGY being released upon the planet right now… So loving and safe.

    A dear Sister shared the following video with me today…I want to share with all of you…

    “HOURGLASS…SAND…”

    Speaking of Synchronicity…I was doing an image search for flowers this morning when I came across the following link…I couldn’t help but notice the color PINK, VISHNU and the mention of, “Raining Silver and Gold…” I suppose “CHRISTMAS” means, in the context it has been given to me…BIRTH!

    I WONDER WHAT MARVELOUS THING, OR BEING, WILL BE BORN IN JULY???

    https://www.quora.com/Why-are-lotus-flowers-offered-specifically-to-Goddess-Lakshmi-as-per-Hindu-tradition

    • Notice the profusion of the mention of the number 13 in the above link new-spinsolar/eclipse 😉

  10. My tears are shedding when reading the comments above and for the very synchronicity again. Sorry, Suzanne, I just checked my agenda book and cannot know why I noted your birthday both in May and June. So you were born right the next day to the Summer Solstice?!!!

    Thanks to the ones who shared or are gathered here….I know each of us has the very stories to share, however, as there are just attacks or malevolent interference, how much I understand that the ones just cannot but keep in silence.

    Dear Barb, so, how much I appreciate your sharings, as always. Thank you for letting us know this and giving us this chance to send you our blessing and healing energy, just like the magical alchemy you have made for me. You brought me the very miracle, and I believe this kind of miracles are undoubtedly going to coming to you as well.

    If I’m not wrong, I somehow feel that THE MEDICINE MAN realizes your pain and difficulties and is coming for you. On the other hand, the videos and pictures above which were brought in by some invisible benevolent hand seem specifically for YOU, HEALING YOU !!! The first crop circle….seems to indicating that you are benefiting from the blessing and assistance the from the very FOUR MASTERS OR DEITIES IN CHARGE OF THE VERY FOUR CARDINALS, besides, it’s gathering the very concentrated blessing energy from all the directions of the TRIBE.

    With regards to the 2nd crop circle in the shape of MANDORLA. Does that very shap remind you of something? It’s also coming, given for healing the trauma which might have been accumulated from numerous past life times, and dredge the very blockages.

    For the moment or even this week, it’s somehow hard to share the synchronicity with that Valiant’s just shared about that tribe and White Oat Woman, and Viking. I’m too shocked for lots of unexplainable coincidence, over layered coincidence. Nevertheless, something I can share first is the plus synchronicity with Robin. The title of that video, Architects…..The fact is May is such a month that it’s just full of the birthdays of the important people in my life, along with Mother’s Day, including today. I was looking for the pictures for someone for helping envision travel together. The first category of pictures which caught not only my eyes are rather architecture, either indoors or outdoors. I cannot forget each time when staying in some specific architecture or place in the nature, how the vision and the energy could affect me. Speaking of ARCHITECT, still want to express my highest appreciation and praise to Leslee Hare. Even Valiant, Dreamwalker and you & al and I, as well, we seems building along each other this ethereal realm and making it real, materialized.

    Returning to the very subject of the very syn, finishing my searching of pictures, the last one which made me stuck on is…

    thanks to https://fr.pinterest.com/gjserratquerol/

    Here we are still in the very inspiring New Moon waves, I guess this picture is also a spiritual response to me in terms of healing our beloved BARB.

    May the next pictures of DEW bring you the magical power of purging, recovery, even reviving….just as the very NEW BEGINNING FROM THE 0 POINT !!!

    • The 1st picture was of Chartres, France June 21 when the sun is at the Zenith (solar Noon) of The Place , a sunray passing trough a hole illuminates a nail stuck in the ground ! !

  11. ((((((((((( Robin & Suzanne & Feilla )))))))))))

    thank you….dear friends….sisters of the rainbow tribe…..for such thoughtfulness and sowing seeds of lovingkindness….which will ripen in my heart of hearts.

    I spent today immersed in flowers! On a whim, stopped by my sister’s house and asked her to go to a greenhouse with me that we always like to visit either on Mother’s Day or sometimes Memorial Day weekend….every year. Our maternal grandmother’s grandparents used to own the farm the greenhouse is on. So I had my senses filled to the brim with joy, beauty and love today…and I’m at peace, too. It feels good. I feel like I’m ready for a cleansing and a new beginning, to make me better than ever before.

    Thank you so very much, ladies, for the beautiful thoughts, images and prayers.

    Suzanne, I am so happy to know your little tree story too, and how awesome that it’s also seeing your son raise his family too. I’d love to see a picture of it. All this, beginning with Valiant’s tale, sure makes me feel very differently about trees, and all the flowers and plants today. The Tree of Life.

    Feilla, I just love all the pictures you share, especially all the animals and flowers and cakes you find for celebrating everyone’s special day, and I love wolves. Some of them look fierce, they will remind me to be fierce about opposing all threats to my health, thank you!

    Time to go, I will chat some other time.

    Love,
    Barb

  12. I just can’t get past the CROSSING OF THE RIVER theme. Found this one yesterday…synchronicity Feilla! This is for you all Tribe! ❤ I love the Native American dancers in the video, and such a great song. Rest in Peace, Mr. Gregg Allman.

    Lyrics:

    Seven turns on the highway,
    Seven rivers to cross.
    Sometimes, you feel like you could fly away,
    Sometimes, you get lost.

    And sometimes, in the darkened night,
    You see the crossroad sign.
    One way is the mornin light,
    You got to make up your mind.

    Somebody's callin your name.
    Somebody's waiting for you.
    Love is all that remains the same,
    That's what it's all comin to.
    Hey, yeah.

    We had TWO crop circles appear overnight in two fields next to each other…only divided by a strip (Green RIVER?) of Trees…The Male is approaching the Female…getting closer, and closer!

    http://cropcircleconnector.com/2017/summers2/summers2017b.html

    That second picture in the link…what a doozy!

  13. Thank you Robin….so sweet you and your sharing are. In my limited sense and reading, I do feel being so affected by the energy coming from Light and darkness (anything having to do with CxRx?), as I’m just like boiled water in some pot or pan, almost exploding out of it, just as my tantrum.

    If I’m correct, Barb is going to have surgery or test today on Tuesday. This is in fact or DOUBLE 5 (the 5th day of 5th month according to the lunar calendar) festival, aka Dragon Boat Festival, which indicates the beginning of the Summer, generally comes earlier than Summer Solstice, when the energy of YANG gets quite strong.
    http://www.absolutechinatours.com/china-travel/dragon-boat-festival.html
    https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dragon_Boat_Festival

    For this festival, we are used to take this kind of special foods…

    I don’t know if this can be read by Barb before having the surgery, may these songs bring you more warmth of COMPANY and strength shedding all the old energy !!! As always, they are popping up on their own, my tears shedding….

  14. https://fb-s-b-a.akamaihd.net/h-ak-fbx/v/t1.0-9/18700061_1731374596875972_6049219241610796553_n.jpg?oh=6cd3ede866a0dbecc0448236c4cc42b7&oe=599C0060&__gda__=1504445579_75d9561a9119538ef57725f78572936c
    Jonas Passos‎ posts us his latest slide and covering text –
    ‘Remarks to Dr Horace Drew’s diagram
    Since the first crop circle (Cher Hill White Horse, April 16) and others, this solar eclipse has been shown with certain alignments in the Celestial Equator.

    Mercury is an option, but it will not be aligned with Eclipse.

    On the other hand, Venus on the right and Jupiter on the left will be aligned. As for the Pentagram, it may even represent a star like Regulus, but traditionally it is associated with Venus, almost never to Mercury and even Jupiter. The crop circles themselves make this reference to Venus in virtually every season since 1993
    What I observed about Jupiter is the fifth orbit of the solar system. And an indication to the mysterious object nearby.

    Jupiter and Venus have an interesting relationship, almost like father and mother of the Sacred Son (Star of Bethlehem is considered the conjunction of Jupiter-Venus alignment occurred in 2015, together with Regulus). Venus and Jupiter will be side by side in the sky of this solar eclipse, in positions of symmetry An interesting sight.
    I do not usually interpret crop circles using satellite images of the surrounding landscapes. They can be approximate, never exact, and pareidolia makes everyone see what they want to see. I prefer to interpret the crop circle by the crop circle itself, first. Then I look around the landscape.
    After all, I believe that the frame is not more important than the exposed painting.’

    source : https://www.facebook.com/246667595346687/photos/a.246675158679264.78487.246667595346687/1731374596875972/?type=3&theater

  15. Feilla, you are so kind, sweet and super uplifting for sharing like you do. I appreciate everything you do and am so glad to have you in my life. Thank you for all the very sweet pictures you found to share here, really uplifts my spirits this morning. I almost have a feeling of deja vu, it’s not exactly like how it usually happens, with everything unfolding like a movie I’ve seen before, because this time there’s no sound….just images…but it’s this connection that we have…..yes, I am sure of it, I have seen all of this somehow, and this interaction with everyone must have been destined? I have seen several of these before, but a few gave me that really strong spark of recognition, like hey, have I been this way before, I know that a few of these pictures rang a bell. hehe It’s making me happy that I came in to check to see what was shared here overnight. I love the synchronicity too…I gave Layna a little stuffed donkey to replace the bumble bee that was spilling white stuffing all over when it went through the wash over the weekend. Your animals pictures are bringing me a smile this morning! I love animals, especially happy ones, and babies, and loving each other, and love seeing shiny happy people too, those little kids are too precious. One day I wanted to have an alpaca farm, that one made me smile a lot. That little boy looks like he is making that camel behind him quite delighted! I love seeing the sea creatures, my favorite place to be is at the ocean, except for being home here under my mountain of course.

    I have time to share about the little bird that’s been visiting here for about 3 weeks now. Little Bird was hanging off the porch window opposite the bathroom window just now, singing his heart out, making me aware he’s come to wish me a good morning apparently. He comes and bangs on the windows of whatever area I happen to be in, I think he’s been “sent” if you know what I mean. When I first saw him, he kept coming to the porch storm door window, from all angles he’d try to get through that door, launching from the stair railings on either side, hanging off the door chain thing, perching on the door closer. Then he’d see me and fly off to a vantage point close by. He began a slightly narcissistic streak of landing on our vehicle’s side view mirrors, flying to get an up close look at himself, and leaving a trail of poop, I’m constantly having to wash of my car side mirrors and doors. He flies around the house, banging into the kitchen window on his way by because he hasn’t figured out how to perch on that one yet. A few times he’s come to my air conditioner window where I sit at the computer, and he looks right at me, as if to say hello, look at me, I see you, can I come in please? I do swear he really seems to want to come in our house and live with us! A little brown bird, such a sweet song he has too, I think he’s a house sparrow. Over the weekend he started coming to our bedroom window and banging it, asking is it time for you guys to get up yet, hello?!!! hehe When I go out with the recycling in the morning to the porch, he’s there either perched on the window screen or on the stair railing, looking at me, hello Little Bird! When I go outside I usually see him on one of our vehicles, he flies away when Layna and I approach, but not too far, often just a tree on either side of the back yard, keeping a close eye on me. Oh Little Bird, what have you come to tell me? My husband calls him our wackadoodle bird. hehe He is rather odd, but so sweet that he wants to be near us. I don’t honestly know how this all began, having this very much interactive, affectionate Little Bird coming to visit, in such unnatural way, but it does seem to me like he’s here for me? If that makes any sense, he started coming before I even realized I needed some extra support, an Angel with real feathers, is he, to me. My husband asked me the other day what do I think Little Bird is trying to say, what is the message? I thought about it, and obviously I need to look into the mirror a little bit more lovingly, admire myself more, how I appear, like he does. He really loves those mirrors and windows! Also to just know that our home is a welcome place to be, that even a wild creature wants to come in and will beat down our doors and windows if he could only be let in! At first I thought he was hurting himself, was brain damaged somehow, why would a wild creature do this otherwise, just not right at all. But now? Weeks of this, and he seems just fine, he has a beautiful song, and he looks at me like he’s my friend, a very caring, old friend….dressed in fine feathered adornment that’s all. hehe So yes, I am feeling comforted, and not so alone in the world, and like everything’s gonna be okay. I just need to love my image a little bit more, that’s all, and see that my home is a very good place to be. 🙂

    Also this home here, with all of you, is a very good place to be, too. Love you guys!!! I’ll go have my surgery, and know that I’m just clearing things out that no longer need to be within me! Time to let go, heal, release. And take out a new lease on life, while I’m at it.

    Thank you for the power of your prayers and good thoughts, everybody. You all are an amazing “flock” to join feathers with. That goes for all onlookers too.

    I hope you all have a wonderful, shiny, happy day.

    I’m looking forward to re-reading the Bell Tolls series, having a couple of days off to enjoy before I go back to work later this week. Chapter 13 was awesome, it’s my favorite thing, all things mysterious being revealed, seeing clearly and not darkly in these times and those who fly on the wings of space and time yet who are timeless Origin~Ally.

    Oh gosh, hospital just called, I have to be there in an hour, they had a cancellation! Well I am off! Time to walk Layna and take a shower, hubby just rolled out of bed. Well at least I don’t have to sit here for 4 hours getting nervous, I’m leaving in half an hour. Wish me luck! I’ll be back later tonight, it should be just a simple thing, no more than 15 minutes having the surgery itself.

    Thank you to all the dear ladies who have written and I appreciate you all so much!

    Love,
    Barb

  16. Thank you so much for sharing your Little Bird story with us Barb. ❤ "His EYE is on the Sparrow."

    Valiant and Feilla…a big thank you and a BIG HUG!

    Do you realize that the Solar Eclipse in Leo will take place with the sun and moon in front of Regulus??? The HEART of the LION!

    A TOTAL ECLIPSE OF THE HEART!!!

    If all of you only knew the story of that for me and my "TWIN". I will share it with all of you someday, but am hoping to share it with Him first. What did I ever do to deserve Him??? Love you…J.S.U.

    "…AND HER YOUTH WILL BE RESTORED…AND SHE WILL BARE HIM A SON…"

    "EVERY NOW AND THEN I GET A LITTLE BIT NERVOUS THAT THE BEST OF ALL THE YEARS HAVE GONE BY…"

  17. I kept thinking about the movie “Ladyhawke”…WHOAH!!!!

    Not a song of unrequited love…only UNCONSUMMATED.

    TWIN FLAME reunions are on their way!

    Leo’s Signs

    As we hurtle toward the destiny-shaping Leo solar eclipse we will increasingly be exposed to Leo-themed knowledge, learning, growth, enhancement, and experience. The universe will be grooming us all for great success in the zodiac’s house of love, passion, artistry, and soul expression. The heartbeat of Regulus will begin to echo through our minds and days with the passing of the new moon in Gemini. As the universe fills our minds with new knowledge, creativity, and passion we must find unique ways to cast this energy into a modern world that is in desperate need of illumination and beautification. The stage is set, now play your parts…

    https://www.starseedastrology.com/single-post/new-moon-gemini-may-2017-total-solar-great-american-eclipse-august-astrology-leo

  18. MATCH WORDS TO BELOW MUSIC VIDEO TO THE ALIEN VIDEO POSTED BY DREAM WALKER SOMETIME BACK AND THEN RELATE ONCE AGAIN TO MERKAHBA VIDEO____I AM HUNTED BY THE FUTURE

  19. The Merkaba is alive; it is a living field, not a purely MECHANICAL field of energy. Because it is a living field, it responds to human thought and feeling, which is the way to connect to the field. So the “COMPUTER” that guides the Merkaba the HUMAN MIND AND HEART. The possibilities are endless.

    The Star Tetrahedron/Merkaba is an amazing and powerful tool, especially during these current times of shifts and transitions. It can assist in the connection between the physical and ethereal bodies, allow us to see the psychological patterns and programs that may limit us, and is a constant reminder to remember our true, loving and Divine nature. By meditating on the Merkaba we are able to merge with Source, the Divine, All That Is.

    Once activated, this shape creates an energy field that spreads out in SAUCER SHAPE about 55 feet wide. This energy field is capable of carrying one’s consciousness directly to higher dimensions.

    LINK BELOW FITS THE ABOVE LINKS
    AS IT SAUCER SHAPE THE WORDS HARD COPY OR SOFT COPY AND HELPS EXPLAIN THE IN AND OUT OF FLYING SAUCERS.

    http://www.ascensionnow.co.uk/star-tetrahedron-merkaba.html

  20. 8:54 MARK OF VIDEO

    YOU MUST FEEL ME WITH HEART AND BODY

    BUT ALL OF VIDEO IS SIGNIFICANT

    ASSOCIATE WITH BELOW MUSIC VIDEO

    DO YOU FEEL ME NOW

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