Posted in Inspiration, Storytelling, The Truth of our Being, transformation

Your Story

We all have a story. Some of us were born to live it and then to tell it. Some of us may never choose to share. But it’s there.

For some, it’s an anchor, defining us. Perhaps, limiting us, and yet, should we expand beyond it, it becomes a testament to our growth, our healing and fulfilment.

Don’t be your story, don’t get stuck there.

By telling your story, whether publicly or privately, you can free the energy, then move forward anew.

It has played a part in creating you, and yet, your truth is so far beyond it to make it irrelevant.

Allow your truth to find you and then look back at your unique journey and story with a knowing smile.

Knowing that’s not you anymore, knowing your story no longer defines you. Knowing how far you’ve come.

Posted in death, Granma Wisdom, love

Granma Wisdom and Petey’s Death

“Granma, look!  Petey’s dead!  I woke up this morning and he was lying on my bed, dead.”

“Oh, goodness darling, I am sorry that Petey has chosen to leave, he was very poorly yesterday and you know the vet said that might happen, don’t you?  I know it’s a shock and you’re going to miss him terribly, but it’s good to know he’s not in pain anymore.  You were so kind to keep him on your bed and let him be with you while he left.  I’m here anytime you need a great big Granma hug.”

“Why has Petey chosen to leave, Granma?”

“We all choose our death, sweetheart, just like we all choose our birth.  Death isn’t the opposite of life, life goes on, it’s the opposite of birth.  Death is a transition.  Now, that’s a big word and it means that Petey has gone through a kind of invisible doorway, and as he went through, you could say he’s shifted from being solid to being just energy, but he’s still alive.”

“But Petey didn’t choose to die, the vet said he picked up something that poisoned him.”

“Yes, she did, and she tried to make him better but it didn’t work. You know, there are many ways to die, to make that transition. Sometimes, it’s an illness, sometimes it’s an accident or situation where suddenly it happens. It’s rarely that we simply go to sleep and say; “I’m going now, see you on the other side.” But even when it’s unexpected and a terrible tragedy, there is a decision made by the soul and in agreement with the source, because we cannot cross through that doorway if we are not meant to go.”

“So, you’re saying Petey chose to go?  Why would he do that?  He loved it here with me, I know he did.”

“Ah, difficult to answer that, I don’t know what Petey’s soul journey is.  Maybe he did everything he came here to do.  Maybe another opportunity to live through another body opened up for his soul, a new life that would give him new learning.  

Think of it this way, remember when your Mom and Dad went away for three weeks?  They had to go abroad for a funeral, remember?  And they left you behind with me.  You were very upset they left you, weren’t you?  You didn’t want them to go, even though you knew they were coming back.  But we talked about it and you understood that it wasn’t about leaving you, it was something they had to do for themselves.  And they didn’t want to leave you but they needed to go.  Well, it’s just the same with Petey, he didn’t want to leave you but it was something he had to do for himself. 

Sweetie, it’s going to hurt, like it hurt when Mom and Dad left, that’s only natural and I’m here to listen and give you my special cuddles, right?  Remember what I said, the part that’s really Petey, his energy and soul, that’s still alive and choosing the next part of his journey.”    

“If he’s still alive, where is he, then?  And why do I have his body in my hands, Granma?”

“Sweetheart, keep still and let me wipe those big tears with my hankie.  You just said it yourself, sweetie, you have his little body in your hands, you don’t have Petey.” 

“But it hurts so much, Granma, I really love Petey, he was only a kitten and I don’t want him to go!”

“Sweetheart, he hasn’t gone far, would you like me to show you how to contact him now that he’s energy?”

“Can I?”

“Yes dear, anytime you like, he’s still around, you know, you just can’t see him because you’re focusing on his little body in your hands as being him, when he’s not that at all.

Come and sit on my lap and let’s breathe nice and slow together….that’s it.  Can you feel yourself calming down?  Remember how to connect to the inner peace that’s always inside you?  That’s it.

Now, close your eyes and see or just feel Petey here with you.  Can you feel him?”

“Kinda, but it’s faint, Granma.”

“Okay, if you sit like this from time to time, the connection will grow stronger and you’ll feel him every time he’s around you.  Here’s another way.  Put yourself inside your heart chakra, okay?

“Yes, Granma, I’m in.”

“Good, now inside that chamber of your heart chakra, take a seat in the chamber.  And notice there’s a chair opposite you.  Now, ask Petey to come into your heart chakra and sit on that chair.”

“He’s here, Granma!  I can see him!”

“Great!  How does he look?”

“He looks fine, he’s licking his paw, he looks relaxed and happy.”

“Good.  Now, inside your heart chakra, Petey can do something extraordinary, he can talk, so ask him how he is.”

“ ’Petey, hi mate!  So glad to see you, buddy.  How’re you doing?  Do you know you’re dead?  Are you alright?’  He says he fine and he knows.  He says he’s sorry he had to leave but he’s still going to be with me for a while.  He says he loves me, Granma!“

“That’s wonderful, sweetheart, and what do you want to tell him?”

“ ‘Petey, you know I love you too, so much, buddy!  And I’m really sad you had to leave, I’m really gonna miss you, Petey.  I think it’s gonna help if we meet up like this from time to time.  I’m so glad to know you’re alright.’ “

“What’s happening?”

“He’s come over onto my lap, Granma, and he’s rubbing his face into my hands and purring.  He says he’s gonna be sleeping on my bed with me every night.  I think he’s gonna leave now, yeah, there he goes.”

“How are you feeling?”

“Sad, but I’m gonna be alright.” 

“We’ll have a really special send-off for Petey’s body.  It’s going to be our way of celebrating the life he had with us.  Let’s sit down and plan everything we’re going to need and what you want to do, hey?”

“Okay, Granma, and thanks for helping me understand.”

“Anytime, sweetheart, always here for you.”

Posted in crystalline kingdom, dragons, elemental kingdom, Goddess, Mother Earth, mythology, Personal Story, Storytelling

My First Story

I am one who sees, hears and feels the magic of the land.  I grew up in the bosom of the land and heard the stories that the land spoke, that the land speaks to this day.  I know that when the mist descends and the hills disappear, they have gone beyond the veil, they have shifted into another realm, a magical realm, an earthy, dark realm where I belong, for my ancestors dwell there.

The land is my mother.  She was my loving mother in childhood, even when the love of a human mother seemed to elude me, so it was that the nurture I suckled as a child came from the earth, from stone and gorse and bracken and tall grasses, from the hedgerows and the woods, the beaches, the valleys, the streams. In short, my succour came from the land.

And now I find that the land is telling me of other lives I lived, in which I heard its stories.  It has awoken me to the truth that I am a storyteller, one who holds the stories for many, a carrier of the lore.

These stories belong to the land and they belong to me, a child of the land.  They belong to all of us, they always have and always will, they are the stories of us all, for us all.  For we have lived before and known each other in many ways, we are our ancestors and descendants and we all carry within us the jewels of wisdom and kernels of truth that are hidden in the stories of the land. 

I know that the stories I carry are waking up. They have a life of their own, it is as though they are living beings. They contain their own conscious awareness, they know when it is time to wake up and they know when it is time to speak. They have been sleeping, just as the maiden in the fairy tales sleeps, as though she will never wake up, but she is waking up. This is the time when all the heroes and heroines who sleep in the stories are waking up; Merlin, King Arthur, Sleeping Beauty, Snow White, all waking up. The dragons are waking up and all of the magical beauty and truth that the land holds for us all is waking up. For they have only been asleep from our perspective, only been out of reach to those who cannot sense them. For some, they have remained awake and accessible. In truth, it’s not they who have been sleeping at all, it is us.

Whether you believe in magic now, you are going to believe in magic soon, when magic walks amongst us all in broad daylight, when all those myths and characters that we thought were only children’s stories turn out to be true, to be within our realm of experience, undeniable. Dwarves, goblins, trolls, faeries, giants, dragons. Like those people who refused to believe in ghosts until they had a particular experience, after which they could no longer say that they absolutely denied the existence of ghosts.

We are all magical but if we only see the reality of the physical world that is before our eyes, the world that the scientists tell us about, then, we are only scratching the surface of our own selves. We have not realised who we are, we have not looked in the mirror of truth and recognised ourselves yet.

There are those of us whose understanding of reality extends beyond the obvious, beyond the realm of the physical, extends into the dusty corners of our imaginations and to the heart of our intuition. We who have always believed in magic, even in the face of apparent evidence against. You will find that our innate inner sense of belief in the existence of this incredible realm of possibility is no longer possibility, but probability. And once it becomes a probability and we begin to have a relationship with it, then we bring it into ourselves, into our expressions of truth, into our core of being. And as we do that, what we meet there is us. Divine magic is within us, it is who we are, we are divine magic. What is outside of us is within us, what is within us is outside of us. And what we choose, becomes. And this, my friends, is my first story.

This story is accompanied with a painting I made as a commission for a poem. It’s called ‘Ancestral Blueprint’. Check out my gallery of paintings in the sidebar.