Herbert
19th March 2013, 16:12
I have never used any psychotropic drugs, nor do I consume alcohol or smoke. As a farmer, there are lives completely dependent on me 24/7.
One day I came to the house for a cup of tea before milking; having spent the morning and afternoon slinging bales of hay in the hot sun. I had only just sat down when a lady with dark hair and a blue veil appeared standing next to my left shoulder. She reached out and brushed her hand over my heart. The experience happened in an instance. I felt my heart connect to Earth’s liquid crystal core and it dawned on me that I had just been visited/thanked/encouraged by the divinely feminine mother Earth. It also convinced me that this experience of the third eye came through my heart not my pineal gland.
It was some months later that I got confirmation of the blue appearance when I heard Graham Hancock talking about his ayawaska trip and the fact that Earth appears as a blue lady.
Many have said they feel nothing has happened. I would like to respectfully suggest that they should feel again. Sometimes it may be weeks, months and even years after a significant change has happened before people actually realize there has been a change. Back in the 90s how many people would consider going within to find the truth? ‘Experts’ had all the answers to our questions in those days – or such was the thinking.
Yet we have realized for some time now that we are looking within for answers and we are feeling truth rather than clinging to belief systems.
My experience on December 21, 2012:
I arose early in order to do something I’ve never done before. I walked the entire perimeter of my large farming acreage. It took me about 2 hours tramping through the snow. I experienced 3 things which seemed worth remarking upon.
Despite sub-zero temperatures, I could hear a spring at the north end of my farm gurgling loudly. I had never realized there was a seasonal and abundantly flowing spring in that place before. (Abundance of spirit)
As I turned south through the large bush I was surprised that there was not an animal or bird to be seen or heard. Normally the bush would be teaming with life, especially at dawn. (Nature’s pregnant pause portends change)
And thirdly, as the sun rose in the east and far to the south, I was aw-struck by the entire horizon from east to west lit up by a wonderful, warming and fulfilling, rosy glow. (That Glow lovers get just before a new creation is birthed)
It was a beautiful experience being there alone in Mother Nature’s silence.
But it doesn’t end there.
Normally for the past 20 years I have been awakened each morning in the late Fall by crows Ca! ca! ca! ca! ca! Cawing.
An irritating sound even after you become accustomed to it.
The phonetic sound ‘Ca is supposed by many cultures including North American Indigenous tribes to be representative of the Great Spirit.
Hence: Ca’na’da’ – Village home of the great spirit.
Ameri’ca – A merry spirit??? Ca’tho’lic - universal great spirit Ca’ me’ lot – great spirit of bent light
To my surprise, a few days before Winter Solstice last year brought not the 4 a.m. awakening to Crows but rather the Hooting of an owl; every minute or two for about an hour:
Tu-whoo!
Tu-whit! Tu-whoo! - A merry note! . . . as Shakespeare so wisely observed.
I mentioned this to my neighbour who farms about 2 miles down the road and surprisingly he also had the same experience.
It is now March 17, 2013, and rapidly approaching the Spring Equinox. This morning I was astonished to be wakened at 4 a.m. by not crows but again an hooting owl.
I have lived and worked in the world of nature much of my life and like most organic farmers; I have learned to listen when Nature speaks. As strange as it may seem, this is the first time I have ever heard an owl. I have been told that animals are messengers for change.
I associate crows with annoyance.
I associate owls with wisdom.
A few years back I sat down next to an elderly Native American whose family had been chiefs of their tribe. In the course of conversation I learned that he had left the reserve when he was a young man. He left me with some wisdom:
“What is a man’s life for, if he has no dream to follow?”
Here is to the passionate, creative force and the excited dreamer in us all. First the heart feels it. Then the mind begins to understand.
Joyful change everyone. Be the dream. :>))
One day I came to the house for a cup of tea before milking; having spent the morning and afternoon slinging bales of hay in the hot sun. I had only just sat down when a lady with dark hair and a blue veil appeared standing next to my left shoulder. She reached out and brushed her hand over my heart. The experience happened in an instance. I felt my heart connect to Earth’s liquid crystal core and it dawned on me that I had just been visited/thanked/encouraged by the divinely feminine mother Earth. It also convinced me that this experience of the third eye came through my heart not my pineal gland.
It was some months later that I got confirmation of the blue appearance when I heard Graham Hancock talking about his ayawaska trip and the fact that Earth appears as a blue lady.
Many have said they feel nothing has happened. I would like to respectfully suggest that they should feel again. Sometimes it may be weeks, months and even years after a significant change has happened before people actually realize there has been a change. Back in the 90s how many people would consider going within to find the truth? ‘Experts’ had all the answers to our questions in those days – or such was the thinking.
Yet we have realized for some time now that we are looking within for answers and we are feeling truth rather than clinging to belief systems.
My experience on December 21, 2012:
I arose early in order to do something I’ve never done before. I walked the entire perimeter of my large farming acreage. It took me about 2 hours tramping through the snow. I experienced 3 things which seemed worth remarking upon.
Despite sub-zero temperatures, I could hear a spring at the north end of my farm gurgling loudly. I had never realized there was a seasonal and abundantly flowing spring in that place before. (Abundance of spirit)
As I turned south through the large bush I was surprised that there was not an animal or bird to be seen or heard. Normally the bush would be teaming with life, especially at dawn. (Nature’s pregnant pause portends change)
And thirdly, as the sun rose in the east and far to the south, I was aw-struck by the entire horizon from east to west lit up by a wonderful, warming and fulfilling, rosy glow. (That Glow lovers get just before a new creation is birthed)
It was a beautiful experience being there alone in Mother Nature’s silence.
But it doesn’t end there.
Normally for the past 20 years I have been awakened each morning in the late Fall by crows Ca! ca! ca! ca! ca! Cawing.
An irritating sound even after you become accustomed to it.
The phonetic sound ‘Ca is supposed by many cultures including North American Indigenous tribes to be representative of the Great Spirit.
Hence: Ca’na’da’ – Village home of the great spirit.
Ameri’ca – A merry spirit??? Ca’tho’lic - universal great spirit Ca’ me’ lot – great spirit of bent light
To my surprise, a few days before Winter Solstice last year brought not the 4 a.m. awakening to Crows but rather the Hooting of an owl; every minute or two for about an hour:
Tu-whoo!
Tu-whit! Tu-whoo! - A merry note! . . . as Shakespeare so wisely observed.
I mentioned this to my neighbour who farms about 2 miles down the road and surprisingly he also had the same experience.
It is now March 17, 2013, and rapidly approaching the Spring Equinox. This morning I was astonished to be wakened at 4 a.m. by not crows but again an hooting owl.
I have lived and worked in the world of nature much of my life and like most organic farmers; I have learned to listen when Nature speaks. As strange as it may seem, this is the first time I have ever heard an owl. I have been told that animals are messengers for change.
I associate crows with annoyance.
I associate owls with wisdom.
A few years back I sat down next to an elderly Native American whose family had been chiefs of their tribe. In the course of conversation I learned that he had left the reserve when he was a young man. He left me with some wisdom:
“What is a man’s life for, if he has no dream to follow?”
Here is to the passionate, creative force and the excited dreamer in us all. First the heart feels it. Then the mind begins to understand.
Joyful change everyone. Be the dream. :>))