Here we are in the fall of 2013 with the Winter Solstice fast approaching, and I am finally sharing the second part of the Hemlocks’ Story. Whew! That was a hiatus and a half. I must say that summer flew by and I needed the time off. Between Mercury Retrograde, moving into a new home, and saving for and going on a month long magical European adventure this message did not have the space to come through. Every time I thought of it something else would come up, and so in the end, I didn’t want to force anything. We all know everything happens in its own time, and…
I was just interrupted in my writing process by a UPS delivery person. What confirmation! Guess what he dropped off? A book I had forgotten I ordered last week… “Call of the Trees” by Dorothy Maclean. Talk about synchronicity.
So now as I was saying (now perhaps sitting tall and with just a little more confidence LOL) everything happens in its own time, and if we don’t force it then we allow for Divine Timing and Order to come into play. So without further ado, I bring you:
Conversation with the Hemlocks Part 2: From a Higher Perspective
The days following the workshop were for processing. Even as the workshop facilitator there is always lots to integrate – sometimes just as much as the participants, as I do participate in many of the activities myself. Sometimes in my meditation I would feel into the energy of each exercise in order to assess it fully. I was feeling into the last activity with Joyce Kilmer when I felt the vibrational signature of the Hemlocks. That’s when I knew. You see, even though we had sent them healing energy, we didn’t alter their destiny. In fact, in some way we helped them fulfill it. It wouldn’t be until later that I would understand how.
Several weeks later I was sitting in meditation. I had been excited about meditation that morning, for I had a nice and clearly unrealistic expectation of sitting in Divine Bliss. Of course as we know any time you try to plan a meditation (which is an oxymoron phrase if I ever did see one), the plan goes out the window. Anyway, this annoying feeling of sadness and resistance came up front and center. Over the last few weeks there had been this pocket of emotion gnawing at the background of my consciousness. Up until then, however, it had stayed in its place enough that I could ignore it. Well, here it was staring at me and there was no getting away from it unless I really wanted to play the role of deluded denial. So here I was sitting in a state of no-thought with this super uncomfortable feeling sitting on my chest. I was sure an elephant had made his home there. The first thing I did of course was start to judge it. After I snapped out of that futile action, I sat with it. I sat with it long enough until I saw the source of it: The Hemlocks. It was the sadness I still felt for this beloved species of trees.
I was still very much attached to my human emotions, and not wanting to experience this loss. I was unable to see the big picture. And what a bigger picture there was! At the time I couldn’t understand and make peace with the idea that an entire race of ancient standing people had to leave. I started to cry. The feeling of loss that had been building for weeks was set free. A floodgate had been opened. I cried for what felt like an eternity. After what could have been ten minutes or two hours I was empty. I felt a calm descend over me like a warm blanket. Then I felt the Hemlocks with me. Finally after moments of allowing their nurturing energy to pacify me I asked, “Why?” I needed to understand.
Then I heard their answer from deep within:
“Fear not, Child. For many species that you believe to be extinct or lost have just made a dimensional shift – they live on the New Earth. They exist still on the higher dimensional overtones of this planet. Our species waits for you there. Furthermore, the Great Mother Earth actually holds within her Akashic Records the blueprint for all species. So if Nature deems it so, it can return to the physical dimension once again. The devas hold these codes within them.”
With that I was sad to know that they were leaving this dimension, but joyous to know that they weren’t really gone. I heard the comforting words, “Nothing is ever lost. All is well. We love you.”
My heart responded in love and gratitude for the Hemlocks. I was finally starting to see the bigger picture: the Hemlocks had made a soul choice on a collective level to take a leap forward on their evolutionary path. So years later when I learned that the plight with the Adelgid had spread all over the country including to the Pacific Northwest I remembered their words to me: “Nothing is ever lost.”
To Be Continued…
Part 3: An Even Bigger Picture
Conversation with the Hemlocks part 1
The Faeries have taught me a great many things. They helped me to understand the significance of the Tree People – how they contain within them both masculine and feminine energies; how they represent the middle path that connects the above and the below; they helped me to see that trees were ‘tween places because their branches reached to the heavens, while their roots were firmly planted deep within the Earth. And it was the faeries who ultimately guided me to the Hemlocks.
It was only during my recent trip to Pennsylvania that I realized that the Hemlocks still had more of their story to tell as another piece of the puzzle unveiled itself to me. In order to better understand the powerful impact that this past weekend had on me I will have to start at the beginning of my involvement. So it is with great pleasure that I bring you:
The Story of the Hemlocks…from my where I’m standing (Part 1)
My story starts about seven years ago, but I assume it is much older, and so it could more accurately be stated that I entered the story about seven years ago. It is one of those stories where every time you believe you have arrived at the end another layer manifests. In hindsight it is like a constant “to be continued” except I am not aware that there is to be a sequel until it happens. It has been through this experience that I have truly come to appreciate the idea of viewing things differently from various vantage points and different stages. The book I have been engrossed in writing is kind of like that: there is the same story from so many different perspectives that oftentimes it sounds like a completely different tale.
In the summer of 2006 I learned in a rather serendipitous way from an unlikely source of an old growth forest seated on the edge of the Nantahala on the corner of North Carolina. This was extremely rare of course. Joyce Kilmer Memorial Forest is a virgin hardwood forest that sits on 3,800 acres. Many of the trees there are over 400 years old. Upon hearing of this unique gem something within me stirred, and I knew without a doubt that one day I would surely go.
With great sadness I also learned that this forest was dying, at least in part. One of the dominant tree species there was the Hemlock, and they were being ravaged by the Adelgid. I felt a great feeling of loss arise within me. Wasn’t there something that could be done to help save these beautiful ancient ones? Alas their fate appeared to be sealed. My sense of urgency to see this place grew…but the time to go did not come. I moved to Europe without having visited this old growth cove.
It wasn’t until the summer of 2009 that I awoke with thoughts of this place once again. I knew the time to visit this place was near. I just didn’t know when. I hoped I wasn’t too late. I had been back from Europe for almost a year now, and had begun to settle back into life in the States. So much had happened. It was as if I were a different person. I had been working with the faeries for long hours every day channeling the information that they wanted conveyed in workshop format. I had never really facilitated a workshop before, and yet the material was just flowing. I went with it. All the activities had come pretty easily with the exception of the last one. The last exercise was the culmination of the workshop; it required the individual to work within a group dynamic, while working in partnership with his/her newfound faery counterpart. We were to offer planetary lightwork that would be done in the ethers. The purpose of this, of course, was to demonstrate the possibilities of co-creative partnership with Nature, as well as offering our healing services. Well, all that was easy enough. I understood it well. What I didn’t know was how the work was going to be done, and most importantly where. Where were we going to “fly”?
By October I could think of nothing else: Joyce Kilmer was calling me and I had to go. What’s more is that I felt the Hemlocks summoning me like a clarion call of some sort. I got in my car and drove.
I arrived in about three hours. I parked the car in anticipation and walked to the entrance. There is a sign that signifies your arrival to the area that is Joyce Kilmer. Upon glimpsing it, a wave of warm, but slightly anxious energy moved through me. I closed my eyes and breathed deeply. Then I entered.
I walked through the forest slowly and completely present. I could feel a pulsating energy buzzing up through my feet and into the rest of my body. My hands tingled as if in response to the aliveness I felt everywhere. I was aware that many of the Hemlocks had fallen by now. I did not feel death, though. No, I felt joy and harmony. I understood something in my heart at that moment, and I thought to myself, “This is what it must feel like to move through Life’s various cycles of birth, death and rebirth with ease and grace. Transition is only painful when we resist it.”
I continued walking through the forest awed by both my surroundings and the sensations I felt within. This place was special.
Suddenly I knew why I was there! That’s when I spotted Him. A massive Hemlock stood before me. He was still here as if waiting for me. I approached with a sense of humility and reverence unlike anything that had ever been evoked within me before. His girth was such that four of me couldn’t have wrapped their arms around his trunk. I knelt down at the base of his trunk where a fuzzy green pillow of moss invited me to sit. I placed my hands on his bark and closed my eyes. I felt such love emanating from this being. I offered my love in response. I loved this tree. I loved all of them. I felt that by loving him I was loving the Earth herself. The tree showed me a great many things mostly that which had come to pass, some that were still yet to come. Then in a powerful wave of emotion accompanied by images I was given the directive and I knew exactly what to do.
The first workshop I ever did was in December of 2009. When the time for the last activity came we prepared for “take off” and we did exactly what I was guided by the mighty Hemlock to do. We “flew” to Joyce Kilmer Memorial Forest. We flooded the land with supportive love and light. We did this by connecting in through the trees.
The Be Continued…
I hope this message finds you all cheerful and filled with radiant health! Spring is finally here albeit oscillating in nature. I attempted to send this message last week, as I had it all written up and ready to go. I am finally aware why I may have been delayed in sending our message. For it is only now that I am able to share with you this magical piece of heaven that Johnny and I have stumbled upon. It is nestled in the panhandle of Florida in a tiny town called Mexico Beach. The town itself is not noteworthy apart from the white sandy beaches and blue waters, which can be found in many places on the Gulf side of Florida. The jewel of Mexico Beach to which I am referring is called Driftwood Inn. It is a medium sized Inn seated on the water. As I soak in my surroundings I see a menagerie filled with magical gardens that could only have been designed with the help of the faeries. There are literally dozens of bird feeders that attract hundreds of birds. A large dog bigger than me (it is probably in the horse family) roams the premises. Cats stroll around and stretch in the warm sun. The gardens are exquisite and filled with geraniums, roses, petunias, sunflowers, daisies, gladiolas of pinks and reds and blues and purples and oranges. Sprinkled in throughout the gardens are palm trees that rustle in the breeze. There are fountains that bubble up out of nowhere, having been carefully placed in tiny, forgotten corners. The ponds peek out from the center of the flower beds. And as I gaze out ahead, I see the sapphire waves crashing onto the sugar white sand, which is dotted by the myriad flower blossoms that rise up to meet it. I hope you have the opportunity to visit this blessed place. The faeries are everywhere!
Anyway, I believe that is a great segue into the message that I wish to share with you today. It takes place within an experience I had in a meditation some days ago. It is a powerful and timely message and I was in awe of the clarity with which this Devic presence communicated with me. I have written it in the present tense because that is how I experienced it:
The Dimensional Doorways
The chakras, or energy wheels, are an integral part of our energy body. There is much to be said about them, and volumes can be written on their meanings alone. One of their many functions is that of a portal, or dimensional doorway.
As I sit in an evening meditation, I see the heart chakra begin to open. Light is beaming forth, rushing like a torrential downpour, a rushing river. As the energy flows I see a glimpse of a space. The veil is lifted. The space is a land where mountains hover in expansive blue skies, and birds soar. There is a lush green valley, and a river can be seen that runs through it. The heart chakra holds the door open to this land.
Enter the Faery Garden:
I am riding on the back of a giant bumblebee. We swoop through emerald blades of grass and into the Faery Garden. I know it is the Faery Garden because the bee tells me. Only she does not use words, but I understand her. We swirl and buzz toward a sea of brightly colored flowers. They look like multicolored ballerinas pirouetting in the breeze. Bits of sweet fragrance delight my senses. The blossoming flowers are Spring’s warm hello. We make a swan dive for a gorgeous lady slipper the color of a pale pink powder puff. The bumblebee hovers so gracefully over the delicate one, which gives me a chance to alight and Viennese waltz with the flower’s soft and dainty petals. I slide down the giant stem like Jack as he moves down his Beanstalk. I do not stop where the stem meets the ground, but instead continue my descent deep into the Earth. I stop just before reaches through to the earth’s mantle, and rest here. I am nestled in the Great Mother’s warm embrace. I feel a presence – the faeries are here. Have I entered a secret faery mound below the magical garden? I sit for a moment and attune to my environment. Then I hear a voice speak to me:
“Hello Dear One. We are glad you have come. So many seek to change their outer. They do not think to make the journey within – the perfect starting point. I am here with you now to show you how comforting going within can be. You believe you have entered another world by going through the garden and deep into the Earth. Aye you have entered another world indeed – ’tis the world of your own heart; and what a magnificent world it is. This space is connected to every living creature on the beautifully verdant planet you call home. It is also connected to the Cosmos through the Great Central Sun that sits at the center of this galaxy. I want you to feel this union between Earth and Sky, and feel HOME. As you attune to this energy you become receptive to receive light frequencies that are encoded with the vibrational keys for ascension. Your sun is acting like a great satellite both receiving and transmitting these frequencies to you all now. It is good to be present during this process. Surrender and open yourself up to receive. You need only prepare your hearts with love, open wide and BE. Breathe. Allow for the transmission of light codes to activate your light bodies. We are your brothers and sisters and we love you.
——–The Deva of Ladyslipper
*I would invite you to try this meditation of the Faery Garden. Ladyslipper has much more to share with us. She wishes to impart her wisdom as well as her medicine. See if you can hear her words. Or perhaps you gravitate to another flower…
I would love to hear the messages they share with you. Feel free to post them on my Faery Light Facebook page for all to enjoy. You could also email them to me and I can share them in next month’s faery message. The messages from the plant devas are very timely indeed and they have much to give.
In love and faery light,
Diomira and the Faeries