Back again! I've been absent for a while due to "receiving the call" ie. busy on the psychic realms. Exhausting. My other life. I've needed some sort of sanctuary lately. This is the one in my garden, but I would not be averse either, to kicking off my shoes and swigging out of a bottle with ancient crones who cackle in the moonlight circle "here dearie, go for it - there's every sort of potion and pill here to chill you right out, we here for ya, and don't that moon look great tonight - drink sweetie??!"
For those who are interested in such things riding the night skies is exhausting work. You travel to places over which you have no control - in these latest instances to mining sites at night in our vast land (these places are scarey with night lights and gigantic machinery operating 24 hours a day, where I feel so intensely small and psychically vulnerable ...no-one can see me!!) to Celtic lands where my soul aches to leave, places like the Hill of Tara (more of THAT later!)... and the dreams I hate- the damn abattoir dreams where I pay witness to places where creatures souls finally leave this earth in terror, often as far back as the 1800's (strange!) - country slaughterhouses where even camels, goats, donkeys, sheep,from these times meet their fate. Knacker yards. A menagerie of the voiceless with no escape, and of course there I am again in dreams in places in the present day where it is still happening.
I would do anything but be there. So would they.
I will join again, those who lobby our Government to continue to keep up the pressure for humane slaughtering for our live exports.
It is real for me. It is terrifyingly sad, and while people would rather hear, talk and experience happy family gatherings and compare pretty tinkly purchases, (I mean I do too)this is the world of the psychic and hidden from others lest we be burnt at the new stake of ridicule and misunderstanding
No wonder we keep quiet and rock up at our day jobs, keeping well hidden the sheer unbelievable and indescribable otherworldly beauty and the darkest of terrors.
No predicting winners of the Melbourne Cup Race recently. Just bearing witness in strange places, hoping against hope to get back by dawn.
That pressure in itself is quite daunting!
The newest insight and travel has been to stand and acknowledge that offshore gas mining in Western Australia will interfere with ancient song lines sung across country but beginning off shore..a precious heritage from the most ancient of times. These huge mining constructions seem almost "other-worldly" to those operating in the overlay and underlay of Spirit.
So. I haven't posted. Eventually I needed to take myself off to the Adelaide Botanic Gardens for the healing recuperative powers of Nature.
Come lighten up now (at last) until the next dream revelations,and relax with me.
We leave the car near this very old tree root.
Walk past this....
...and come to this.The Bicentennial Conservatory is the largest single span conservatory in the southern hemisphere and one of the largest in the world.
It was opened in November 1989 and was built to celebrate Australia's Bicentenary in 1988. It features plants, some threatened from the rain forests of Northern Australia, Papua New Guinea, Indonesia and the nearby Pacific Islands.
Great eh?? Look at the walkway.
More tree roots....
Get the idea of the size?
Spent a lot of time in the gardens. On the way back to the car I saw this - our Australian bottlebrush. It has many healing qualities . I loved to study it in more depth in the recent Level 2 Australian Bush Flower Essence course .
...and you can tell the bees love it too!
Great eh?? Look at the walkway.
More tree roots....
Get the idea of the size?
Spent a lot of time in the gardens. On the way back to the car I saw this - our Australian bottlebrush. It has many healing qualities . I loved to study it in more depth in the recent Level 2 Australian Bush Flower Essence course .
...and you can tell the bees love it too!
8 comments:
I do hope your spirit found some peace and was soothed in the garden. It would certainly work for me.
The bottle brush plant is just wonderful. They are starting to be grown over here in the south.
Walk barefoot on the grass and breathe in the earth through your feet. Such a pity that all the old lay lines i the city are covered by tar and houses, they are so beneficial to restore your equilibrium. I often ground myself by digging a big hole and preparing the soil for a plant with my hands in the dirt up to my elbows.
Hang in there Pam, it is not easy to live in two worlds.
I too have known for a long time the indiscriminate damage that that huge mining project is perpetrating on what has been, is and will be in such a huge area of this ancient land.
Thanks for coming back to tell us about this. In a somewhat different way, I've been drawn inward very recently, to a world that no one sees but me. I appreciate the expansiveness of your view of that world. Even when it brings fear or sadness.
The garden photos are truly lovely. Nice to see an actual bottle brush!
I empathise with you and often have to ground myself. Thank God for gardens.
I loved everything about this post. You are so interesting, my friend. The world is so lucky to have your spirit present and open. I hope the gardens restored you, or at least made a good start of it.
So much damage is done by those without feeling.
Thanks for being willing to speak out about your sensitivity to other dimensions. Too bad things such as sixth sense, intuition, E.S.P., second sight, clairvoyance and other visionary traits like synethesia (I have a dysfunctional relationship with numbers but I see them in color)are still unrecognized for their value and the annoyances they can inflict on their owners.
I hope that amazing garden brought you some peace and best wishes for the new school term.
I work for a mining company. Well a quarrying company and I've been quite surprised by their focus on he environment and how closely they work particularly with Aboriginal Heritage. They're on site at the moment supervising the removal of soil which will be replaced evenutually and the artifacts put back where they belong. I'm a little torn by it I must admit On another note, I crave spirituality in dreams or otherwise but struggle to find a connection. No that I don't appreciate beauty I just don't 'feel' it. Perhaps I need to walk barefoot in the grass more ofen and hope the funnel webs stay beneath it.
Haha Baino- know what you mean. Doesn't hurt to have your feet firmly planted on the ground as well.
My cousin's backyard was full of funnel webs when we were children. He'd put a long grass stalk down the hole and pull out the annoyed spiders.I was fascinated.
His anxiety-ridden mother never knew thank god.
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