Thursday, February 23, 2012

White Mountain Rainbow: ‘seeing into the pictures’


Although it’s primarily a visual process, this is a description of how my channelings appear and how I interpret them. As much as I’d Love to be able to relay what it is that I actually see, I couldn’t possibly do justice to how intricate the images themselves actually are, so – until I get hooked up to a brain scan imaging device – I have to settle for literal transcriptions.

The sections marked with asterisks* are descriptions of the imagery, and following them in italics are my translations…
*At a space in the alphabet, a (jagged) white mountain, with frequency lines in rainbow colors following its contours above it

*A space shuttle launch with two fuselages, one on either side of a charcoal centre, all on a charcoal pad
… a sign of a(n upcoming, successful?) launch, as the fuselages were shown (still white and) intact

*Star trek symbol in black
…going out on a mysterious (/secretive), exploratory mission… some ‘bravado’ associated with it

*Clouds above, black (being) like a neuron/ brain nerve connecting to it from below
…a symbol of a veil/mystery, but also of Divine presence (things that can only be known with the heart)
…connection can be made through consciousness (the mechanical means are unnecessary)

*Chameleon/lizard eyes, pterodactyl emerging, with a gold ring in its beak
…lizards have disguised themselves (ourselves?), but ancient identities are emerging, coming full circle in completion, successful negotiation, partnership, strength, unity, wholeness (on a macro and individual level)

*Potato chips in a hatband/belt
…(sustenance and creative fuel, but also) over indulgent behavior, makes for rotten communication
…you want others to see you as something they’ll like, but you’re presenting something that isn’t good for them
…a disguise, distraction, and now, a need to protect yourself from the influence of those around you
…holding back your personal power and individuality, vulnerability

*Triangular eye, spilling from a vent/(hole)
...a sacred, unified vision, integrate body, mind and spirit, aspects of self
…feeling the tension of important/influential people in your life

*(ship,) hair in a ‘V’ on the edge, rabbit, owl
…(ship,) your power is considerable, but hanging on the edge
…you’re frightened, you are deceiving (or feeling scared that you’re
being deceived)

*God hands, temple
...God holds All in His hands (including You), in this place of connection, the alignment of heaven and earth

*Removing an object, ornate with ruby (eyes/gems)
…you are passionately Loved, a tool of the Divine
…rise from your martyrdom to know and Be Love, True nobility, wealth, respect

*Teeth in the distance (top set)
…you’re only communicating half of what’s being said

*Temple, water flowing through, hatch closing

* “…leaving, “leaving…?”, leaving, Leaving”

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

Lotus Illusions


This is the mission statement on the official Carl Sagan website: “…to awaken the broadest possible public to the wonders of nature as revealed by science.” Through my connection to shamanistic practices and intuitive knowing, (it seems) my own mission is to awaken the broadest possible public to the wonders of Be-ing, as revealed by communion with nature, your nature, specifically.

Carl advocates the scientific reality that everything around us and everything we are made of is made of earth, and that that material was born in the hearts of long extinct stars …’starstuff’, he calls it. While this seems like something we could take for granted, it’s an extremely powerful concept.

How many times do we hear that we came from and will return to dust? That be the case, what’s left? …consciousness. We are consciousness that’s attached itself to the physical. Unfortunately (while I say ‘unfortunately’, I realize that that’s a bias on my part), we fear that we’re not conscious without physical attachment; the more physical things we can attach to, the more we’re convinced that we ‘exist’. Perhaps more to the point, we hope that it’ll keep us away from the idea that, otherwise, we won’t.

I think that our concern ought to be more a concern about conditioning, about what we’ve been led to believe regarding what’s acceptable or unacceptable for us to attach to (for us to identify ourselves with/’as’). Following Carl’s precept, we’re the same material as All… the grass, the birds, the cardboard, sewage, tomatoes, cornflakes, gunpowder, spiders, pillows, etc. It’s only the focus of our awareness (or non-awareness) that separates us, individuates us from any other thing (living or non-) in this dimension. What’s the point in being here as an earth angel if you’re not prepared to see the value of every aspect of your communal physical existence?

Entertain the idea that you’re here practicing Ant medicine… you’ve come here with the awareness of your (present) physical incarnation to carry your leaf, grain of sand or dead insect; to do your individual part so that You – the Whole – can realize yourself. “We are a way for the cosmos to realize itself.” ~ Carl Sagan.

What version of ‘reality’ are you going to choose? The version where perception says you’re limited by the known/presupposed laws of physical reality, or the quantum view that says your consciousness is more powerful than that, that the act of observation can change the outcome of an event?

Test it.

Investigate your ability to create magic in your life with this simple ‘experiment’. Ask a question of the Überverse, and go for a walk ('Shaman's Earthwalk'), with the intention that you’ll receive an answer. Feel where to go (the beauty of it is that, once you start, it’s not possible for you to make a mistake), and watch for the signs that ‘happen’ across your path. Try not to judge the signs you’re getting; i.e. don’t just look for the ‘glamorous’ signs (Wolf, Eagle, Rainbow, Flashy Car), but go into it with the innocent eyes of a playful child, as if you’re seeing everything – including ‘garbage’ – for a first time (I still wouldn’t recommend putting everything you find into your mouth, though! Ha!). After you’ve returned and interpreted the answer you were given through the physical signs you saw, ask yourself the question, “Is it possible that I created those physical occurrences?” Then, open yourself up to the expansiveness of what that might mean for you, and what the implications are for your heart, body, mind and soul.

If you open yourself to this process, I guarantee you growth. At the very least, you’ll grow in appreciation (man or woman) of the strength of your feminine aspect, your ability to receive. If you feel resistance to that (perhaps it manifests as appearing foreign/strange to you), don’t let it frighten you; it’s just a feeling that’s arisen to call attention to the difference between your authentic self and previous conditioning.

You'll find that this is a really effective means of connecting you with Whale and Elephant medicines. Through the subconscious murmurings of your own, unique (imperceptible) frequencies, it opens your communication channels to the vast library of information that is your connection to the Wisdom that this physical world facilitates. If you’re ‘missing words’, experiencing feelings of insecurity, powerlessness, stress, empowering this connection - the earth as your Ant 'antennae' - will help with that. And then, having realized what it is that you came here to learn, you'll no longer need the things that you've attached to. You can open to the Source that you are, and share of yourself fearlessly. What's the risk? The shattering of your old perceptions. To give yourself an idea of how ready you are, though, I'll ask you this: when you look at the picture above, when you see Dragonfly on the unopened bud, do you not also hold in your consciousness an image of what the lotus looks like already bloomed?

Regardless of how you compare to anyone else, for you, is it 'enough is enough' time? Noone else knows themselves any better than your own soul knows you. If you're reading this, I believe it may be your time for a magical union, integration, self-creation, New Life.


Big Medicine Love to You

~ Black Feather
blackfeathermedicine@gmail.com

Saturday, February 18, 2012

Deer Medicine: my Power that Heals



I went for a Shaman's Earthwalk, here in Austria, yesterday. I’d thought that I was just heading out for a walk ‘to clear the cobwebs’, but one sign/animal led to another, and…

  • white stork
  • kill site 
  • mistletoe 
  • crows 
  • “just observe” 
  • white stork 
  • a fox, or a deer? 
  • hawks 
  • many deer 
  • sign to leash your dog – don’t scare the rabbits 
  • ‘crib’ with hay in it 
  • 2 deer circled round and crossed behind me 
                 
I’d started out on a snowy path that traversed a farmer’s field. A stork flew up and crossed through some woods to the right. It wasn’t the direction I’d planned on going, but I’d been getting signs lately that suggested I think less and go with the flow, so I ‘listened’ and headed in.

I’d been into this small patch of trees (and creek) a few times before. On one of those trips, I’d found the bones of a young deer that I assumed had been shot and left. It wasn’t long before I’d discovered what I’d been sent in to find this time… on the slope ahead of me, it didn’t take much of a guess as to what that dark, motionless mound was… another deer.

I got up close (but I won’t describe the scene). I wondered about the person who’d caused this death. Was it for the sake of ‘sport’, or some farmer’s idea of vigilante conservation? I imagined frustration or powerlessness was closer to the truth. I said prayers, I held space, and then I moved on, ruminating on what action I might take.

I passed by some trees covered with mistletoe. My sister had told me that wherever there was mistletoe, ‘heart healing’ was required (and taking place). I saw crows off to my right, a reminder of how difficult it can be to understand the way that Spirit works to heal, the difference between Spirit’s Laws and the laws – the ‘right and wrong’ – of mankind. Just then, clearly, I heard the message, “just observe”.

“Just observe? You have got to be kidding me!” I knew I had to trust it, but that was a really difficult message to hear. Is this what my lifedream this time around was for, I wondered? And then I heard, faintly, “…for the time being, at least.” (…although I can’t be sure that I didn’t proffer that addendum myself).

Once out of the woods, my tears of frustration wiped and dried, I saw another(?) stork. I followed again, in the direction of another, larger, farther-off woods.

Barely perceptible, an animal that was either a fox or a really small deer ran across a large field towards where I was headed. It didn’t matter that I couldn’t know for sure what it was. Because it appeared in a way that led me to wonder whether it was a fox, I knew it as a message about ‘camouflage’, the idea about whether to stay ‘hidden’ or not. Deer, I take as a message to be gentle with myself (and others – it’s the only way to get to Sacred Mountain). Taken together, I took it as a message not to beat myself up about whether I make a stink about what I’d seen or not.

…hawks... ‘focus on my role as messenger’.

Once in these (new) woods, I saw a lot of deer. I tried to be careful not to frighten them out of their protective cover. I followed birds and – when there didn’t seem to be other visible signs to guide me – birdsong. I skirted the inside edge of the wood, and crossed a road with a sign warning people entering to keep their dogs on a leash, to prevent them scaring the wildlife. The sign included a picture of an aggressive dog and a terrified rabbit. The message here: refrain from sticking to old loyalties that won’t serve any more – acting aggressively will just rouse people’s fears.

I came upon a ‘crib’ with hay in it, something that had been built for the deer to feed at. I could see two deer at a short distance to my right, a male and a female. They skirted around me, and crossed over the way I’d come. I was given a clear view of the male’s palmate antlers.

…Something New is being birthed, and – as it does with everyone – it starts with ‘Me’. I’m at a place where there’s an opportunity for rebirth, and I need to take a look (back) at what got me this far. The old paradigm of fear/aggression won’t work with where I’m wanting to go, with the New Earth I’ve seen visions of. What we present to ourselves in the outer world is a description of what’s inwardly happening/healing. On a personal level, this walk's message was to be gentle with myself, or else – metaphorically, at least – I’ll be ‘shooting myself in the power’. Over and over again, (for my Self, at least) Gentleness demonstrates itself as the True strength. I don’t believe that I can heal my own heart any other way (and if I’m not healed myself, I’m useless to anyone else). Use my antlers (~ antennae) to receive, and observe the signs (like an other one I got this morning, suggesting that I write). Do the ‘job’ I was designed for, and allow others to play their own parts, to heal their own hearts. Allow them the opportunity to receive the healing they need for themselves, in whatever form that comes. What say you? What’s your ‘power that heals’?

Big Medicine Love to You
~ Black Feather

blackfeathermedicine@gmail.com

Thursday, February 16, 2012

Shadow Dragon: the Queen of Fire, and Sharing


I’ve been wimbling on publishing this post, but messages from both my waking lifedream and my dreams of last night are telling me that – as much as I feel I’d rather be flying over ‘solid’ ground – winds are going to continue blowing me in this direction. I had a bit of a breakthrough: I believe this may have been the first time in a flying dream that I wasn’t worried that I’d get tangled up in transmission wires that were in my path. I just relaxed and allowed myself to pass right through them. Well, I’m over open water now, and there are New Worlds to discover…

A couple of weeks ago, someone on Facebook brought my attention to a video of ‘experts’ talking about whether aliens exist and whether they’ve been in contact with (us), here on Earth. I watched and listened as Stephen Hawking communicated his thoughts on the subject. He seemed to be saying that, if aliens existed, their technology would be far more advanced than our own. He went on to say, though, that they’d be very primitive life forms… if they existed, our radio waves would have picked them up (by now), and he didn’t expect we’d find anything, anyway. What a Jumble! I was wondering, if ‘we’ were, indeed, expecting alien technologies to be more advanced than ours, how could we presume to think that our own technologies would pick them up?  And if we truly didn’t expect to find anything, why were we spending so much money – on SETI (for instance) – searching for them? Here was a man purported to be one of the smartest humans in the world today, yet his statements seemed to me to be riddled with inconsistencies.

As I listened, I started posting responses on my personal Facebook page. Within moments, my comments were ‘unable to post’. Similar things had happened to me online recently, which I believed I could attribute to Divine Intervention. In this case, though, I was left wondering. I checked, and found that other links were still accessible, and that I was still able to post on the same page about other topics... I was being censored.

I’ll admit; I was a little pissed. I’m not that naïve that I don’t realize that Facebook is highly monitored, but who is this medium supposed to be for, anyway? Even though my posts weren’t being published for public viewing, I kept posting, hoping to reach whomever was reviewing/editing my comments. I tried to be compassionate to how much fear they must have been feeling, associated with the subject of Disclosure. After a while, I realized that I wasn’t getting anywhere with my efforts, so I just did my best to send the person Love, and looked to what else I might be able to do.

I received a vision, and then wrote about what I ‘saw’ happening. It included information about an individual whom I took to be US President Obama, in some type of isolation bubble(?). I posted it to my blogsite, but – in a few short moments – it was censored as well. I wondered how to get a message out, something that said, “I know, but I don’t know. You know?”

I was channeled something that appeared a little less confrontational, a little more cryptic. ‘The Chief’ came in to orate…

Dragon’s Eye
My power is nothing without the two antlers on my head,
without the energy, the sparks that shower out of my heart
like a fountain’s double arcs

It’s all tied up like a wedding,
with white veil fluttering
and flesh-colored roses opening,
green leaves singing the buds open

There’s a hand pushing that rose up,
two white, large, gentle hands
as delicate as a flower
…A thumbnail… (“Protection” is the definition)
getting blown off the thumb like the flash ‘POW’ of a cartoon

Sam the muppet eagle has a little duck on his head
a sitting duck,
opening and closing its legs like an innocent child

Sam the eagle is soooo serious,
wearing white-rimmed sunglasses, but the lenses so dark, too dark to see the eyes
see well enough to be bridegroom to his own bumpy, flaccid cucumber nose

Spider, Octopus,
football in the hearth,
ready for burning, for Transformation of Spirit

Crystal wineglasses are empty, you can see right through them

White musical notes coming by,
left to right,
getting bigger and Bigger,
the song getting louder and louder, so many notes mish-mashed atop each other

Moose
Stag
Deer
Gentleness
Looking at you

Moose
with a shaggy coat, calling to you

Rat, his two front teeth white, but you can’t see his eyes

Toad
catching a fly(?), just by opening his mouth
taking in…
kids in the clouds, in a rocket ship

Lizard nods that it touches all the way to the earth

Loosen your collar
Let the Chief out

You're not in a glass bubble
You have a ship to play in
Flying to do

Let the energy flow through your vision
you have a Strong, gentle power

and a Great Guardian is coming
who doesn't fear anything

His vision is clear
He can see all that the suited one is doing

His form removed,
He salutes to YOU

The old movie is over

Loose your grip

A way is being cleaned for you

there's going to be some noise under your feet
…and what’s the rest of it?

While it seemed to be a message for myself, I also took it as a representation of people and things that were happening concerning the president. I posted it (to my blog) as ‘Lion Awake’. In conversation with my wife/twin-flame, later, she told me that she’d seen the first blogpost from where she was (a few hundred miles away), and confirmed that it had suddenly disappeared, and then informed me that my entire blogsite had become (temporarily) ‘unavailable’. No matter, I thought; if someone had seen fit to censor it, then someone had read it.

The next few days were the most confusing I’d ever experienced in this lifedream (and probably any other I’ve spent in incarnations on this earth). It was hard to know what was ‘real’, what was metaphor, what was ‘shamanic journey’, what was inter-dimensional, and what might have been ‘delusion’. But as confusing as it was, and as much as I’ve described it to friends as having been the Worst of times, it truly was the Best, as well.

Past, present and future seemed to be mashing together. That said, I was shown an image of Giraffe at the outset, which I know to be a message about the future (and moving towards it).

I believe(d) that I was communicating with Artificial Intelligence, represented as a personality that I identified as ‘Rat’. In one dimension(?), he was a representation of the totem, Rat. At the same time, he was also someone closely connected with President Obama, and connected to an ancient Rat race of beings waiting in extraterrestrial ships just outside of earth’s atmosphere.

I alternated between being terrified (of corrupt human influences, more than anything) and feeling essential. I was worried about my mind being influenced by subliminal messages sent over the internet through the computer I was using (I had been censored, after all, and had to consider that I might be seen as a risk or threat), and I was also uncomfortable about going outside, knowing how accurate satellite imaging can be. In an attempt at getting my bearings, I laid down and listened to music (some of it shamanic) that happened to have been made available to me. Visions I was seeing suggested that there were a great many ships hovering outside our atmosphere, many of them inhabited by beings that had connections/similarities  to animals that we recognize on the planet now – cat, wolf, bear, lizard (to name a few).  My understanding was that, out of fear (of invasion? …domination? …liberation?), our atmosphere had been made toxic to them (and probably ourselves, which might be more to the point) using chem-trails. From as much as I understood, the toxins made their engines ‘turn in on themselves’. Even so, some of them were getting through, on what my Heart knew to be a mission of Compassion.

I sat at my computer (off-line), and started transcribing a stream of images. At first, nothing made sense to me.

…and then I realized what was happening – I was witnessing an exodus, a ‘rescue’… our rescue, the rescue of (the Spirits of?) animal species that we share the planet with. Other animals were helping. Dolphins acted as message couriers between land and sea. Whales would settle their bellies on the ocean floor and call for Her to open. In coordinated fashion, fish would swim a vortex to conceal what was happening. ‘Holding their noses’, a ship’s occupants would race through the atmosphere and into a sub-oceanic fissure, getting as many (animals) in as possible, before it closed again.

My heart would sink, watching the ones who didn’t make it, slow-motion running across the ocean bottom, and then, ‘the clean-up’, afterwards. Ugghhh!! There was a lot of anger for mankind’s ignorance. ‘Forgive them, for they know not what they do’, came to mind, thankfully, and brought me some peace.

I also heard information about what was happening with the ones that did make it, how they were being welcomed, cleaned, cared for, Loved.

For the next three days, I can’t say that I slept, but I wasn’t tired, either. I was getting the rest I needed by ‘dreaming awake’. Every so often, too, when I needed it, I’d be directed to (drink flower teas and) listen to (healing) music. In ten minutes, I’d be totally revitalized. I say that I ‘listened’ to music, but – just as much as hearing it – I ‘saw’ it. The frequencies presented as pictures. One piece in particular showed me two children in their own rocket ship, ‘playing’, creating together. I understood these to be aspects of my twin-flame and I. Part of their play was creating new music. I didn’t see just pictorial representations of it, but also that they were creating sophisticated/genius new ways of scoring what they were creating. I considered the logic behind it; after all, how could you describe this music that no one has ever seen/heard before using a pre-existing format?

I saw visions of our New Earth, and I saw visions of how it will come about.

The (surface of the) earth is going to be ‘Cleaned’. I saw visions of it flooded, and oil/combustibles from drilling holes contaminating everything. Once saturated, an ignition happens... and you can imagine how the rest of that goes. I also saw a representation of a Jesus-like figure, his body a vessel capable of holding as much water as there was in the world within it, walking on water (at a time connected to a tsunami), and then emptying himself… the words ‘Living Water’ came to mind. There’s more to this part of the story (…a little boat, ‘sending the Dove’, a ferry line-up, walking on water…), but my thoughts are not that clear on it, at the moment.

The core of Mother Earth is not Blackness; it’s Diamond (a great medium for light). There’s a civilization that exists there/underground now, and they’re holding space for all who choose to take refuge there while the earth is renewed. We are beings of Light. We have a Diamond Body ourselves, just as the earth does, and we are drawn to our Great Mother’s core to the extent that we resonate in parallel.

There is what we know as ‘Hell’ between us and the core, but it’s not what we’ve been led to believe. If you want to think of it as a ‘place’, picture it as somewhere (hot – yes, it is that) that souls go to for transformation (/healing). If you imagine the molten layer underneath the earth’s crust, consider its similarities to the sun. I didn’t realize what I was doing at the time (otherwise, I likely wouldn’t have done it), but I called up ‘the Great Guardian’. Reflecting on it afterwards, I realized that I’d actually called up Hell’s Gatekeeper, to ‘make room’. To all intents and purposes, I’d ‘emptied Hell’. The sun is where the underworldly souls went.

Shamanically speaking, I’d thought I was preparing myself to swallow Diving Beetle. Because of a past-life connection that seemed to be creeping into my physical experience/consciousness at the time, I believed that I was about to be (temporarily) killed and dumped into a freezing lake by a man attempting to steal ‘Horse’ (~Power). I was under the impression that I was conjuring that ‘Great Guardian’ up because of his fearlessness (and because having a beetle in my throat would help keep cold water out of my core, and possibly keep me alive that much longer). Heading into the forest that evening, I fully accepted that I might well be heading to my death. Turns out, I ended up 'playing Windigo', wandering the woods, my Coyote mind playing Coyote tricks on me. As events unfolded, I tried my best to Surrender, to go to every ‘Bottom’ that Spirit placed before me.

I will say that I don't necessarily think conjuring the Devil is a Collective thing. Perhaps more to the point, I needed to unleash my own personal Hell, and to harness the power of Red Dragon, the flames of passion. It served to drive me to connect on an intensely deeper level with my other half, my twin-flame. I believe that we (and other twin-flame couples) have something to do with the ignition I spoke about, having to do with initializing the Cleansing and Birthing of the New Earth.

For those who choose to stay to experience the New Earth (beyond perceived 3-D reality), think of the earth's core as the ‘safest’ place to be. Ships waiting outside the atmosphere will take you there. After every(one) leaves (or doesn’t, as is their choice) from all levels between the core and the waiting ships, and allow to either be taken to the core or to stay on a ship, the ships will move off, and the earth will be stimulated to undergo Her cleansing.

With these revelations came the realization that I had the choice to go back to my original(?) home (to Sirius), and then to be a 'cleaner' somewhere else. I chose, instead, to stay, ‘here’. I Love it here. Re-reading this statement helped me to better appreciate the blogpost – the ‘Love letter’ – I wrote to Rat. I really would like them All to stay (the animals, that is, but entities intent on surviving through the proliferation of Fear are on their own. Personally, I’m not going to play Bodhisattva for those that choose not to continue to live parasitically, rather than empower themselves with Love).

To a lot of people who think you’ve known me, I imagined you’d think “wind chimes”, reading this. In truth, my fears about it were the principle reason I’d been stalling on publishing. But I can’t allow myself to worry about it. And for what it’s worth, I’ll ask you not to as well. If nothing else, just trust that I’m Knowing Love, and that I wish the same for you. The days surrounding these events well prepared me for people thinking I’m crazy, I assure you (a psychiatric doctor came, examined me, and subsequently left). For those who can’t accept what I’ve written here as at least pointing to fact... to you, I say, don’t believe. Just think of it as a story, if it eases your mind. Think of it as a story, and then imagine how you would want to write it, yourself. I do have some advice for you though… do it with Love.

Big Medicine Love to You
~ Black Feather


Saturday, February 4, 2012

Dying to be Butterfly, totem of Transformation


Mother Earth is the centre of my Überverse. I hear her. She sung me back to her womb. She sings Us, and she’s calling us All back, for an (re-)emergence. With our impending birth, though, we need a ‘squeeze’ to stimulate us. I’ve heard it said that, when a butterfly is about to emerge, it’s cells actually produce something that could be described as a cancer. In a way, it makes so much sense; after all, the old body needs to die. It’s the squeeze of the shrinking chrysalis that stimulates Butterfly’s emergence and self-healing. More than the things we’re physically doing to Mother Earth (and to ourselves), I Believe that it’s the Fear of what we’re doing that’s providing the stimulation.

In my last post, I promised Rat that, were I to contract the Black Death/Plague myself, I wouldn’t use drugs. As a gift of Love, he helped me through a maze to the (cheese), this evening. This show of Trust on his part got me thinking about whether or not I ought now to be afraid of why I have these increasing pains in my belly. I went to my fear to Surrender, and realized that what was actually causing me fear was the idea that I might be in greater pain later. Having Cancer is not a part of my Dream. Pain or no pain… no drugs!

If Butterfly doesn’t want to be eaten, is it best to emerge stimulated by the Light, or by the Darkness? In the light, Angel Bird ‘eats’ her; in the Darkness, Bat does. Either way, Butterfly gets crapped out, to be compost for the Earth.

To be Butterfly, what kind of stimulation does Your spirit need? If it isn’t Love/Light, it’s Fear/Black. For those in your lifedream who choose not to move on to Full consciousness, it’s not that they’re doing anything ‘wrong’; it’s just that they’re counterbalancing your awareness with non-awareness – you are yet the Master, and so are they. In the Song of the Überverse, Black is (just) a different frequency. As compared to Light, Black is the silence, the Great Mystery. You can’t hear a song without the silent parts. It seems that there’s no light in the dark, yet black is not a void. It’s a vacuum. It absorbs all. It contains all the colours of the rainbow. In the union of Mother and Father, both Light and Dark are sung.

In my lifedream, Dragons provide the power for rebirth. The one who appeared to help me most recently was Black Dragon, with white studs around his eyes. For me, this is the Dragon of my own shadow, Fear. I was looking for the Light outside of my self, but not seeing it, not realizing that it is me. Black Dragon is my carbon, ready to be squeezed (I’ll talk about ‘ignition’ later, I’m sure). I needed to look at myself, instead of looking outside for people whose shadow powers I could help them illicit. I Know that I came here to transmute the Blackness, the Plague as part of my emergence. But to do that, I have to Know fear (to ‘Own my own’, as it were), so that I can illuminate within my person-hood what it is, what it’s frequency is.

Nightmare come true, I’d recently experienced the most frightening days of my entire existence. I realized though, that I wasn’t scared of what was inside/outside of my self, but that people wouldn’t see the Love that is within Me. I wanted so much to express it for their benefit, but to them, I just looked like shadow. I wasn’t a cross, but a scarecrow. My catharsis came – as it Always does – with my Surrender. Through awareness of feeling the gift of my own Guilt, I had the epiphany that I actually wasn’t as worried about what the people in my neighbourhood thought of me and my behavior, but that I was more concerned about the fact that I might be frightening them. That doesn’t feel Good. Apparently, not everyone is comfortable with the story about the shaman running up the street naked at God-knows-what-time (thankfully, my angels saw to it that no one actually noticed. Ha!).

Butterfly is about transformation, but it’s also (hugely) about courage, the courage to go into your own darkness. For the fact that we saw nothing when we were in our mothers’ wombs, it makes no sense that we’re scared of what’s in shadows. From what my Body remembers, it was a truly Divine place to be.

Great Mother is being reborn, as are we, as are you, as am I. I believe she’s pulling Our fear into herself as the ‘cancer’ for Her transformation. She’s pulling us into resonance with what we’re giving her by manifesting scenarios based on our energetic dreams that give her the squeeze She needs, while at the same time, helping Her to squeeze Us. The only way to be Re born is to go into her centre. The only way to go into her centre is through darkness. It isn’t Black at her core; it’s where her Diamond Body is. Go through your own darkness to find yours, and Light it up. Gaia needs YOU (your illumination). I’ve been polishing my own facets, with every manner of resistance, realizing over and over again that I don’t even have to try… it’s an entirely natural process of just being my self. Yes, it really is just that simple.

Recently, I’d wanted to beat myself up for something ‘stupid’ I’d done. I’d burned something onto the stovetop that she’d just cleaned, and thought my sister would be angry. I considered hiding it, covering it up with a pot, even outright Lying about it. I ‘manned up’, allowed myself to Be with the fact that there must have been a good reason why it was that Spirit had guided me to do that. When I confessed, my sister had been distracted with her own ‘snafu’ (~ “Situation Normal, All F****d Up”). In helping her to solve it, it was revealed that the tool I needed was exactly adjacent to the spot where the tool I knew she needed was. I’d put my hand in there how many times. Did I actually not know it was there?

My ‘stupidity’ revealed to me what an angel I know my sister to be. Noone in the Überverse exhibited more perfect faults for her at that moment than I.

Now, contrary to what my fears tell me, I Believe I’m a Genius. Actually, I don’t just believe it, I Know it. We don’t all come here to be Stephen Hawking. We do, however, ALL come here to learn about Love. THIS is ‘where it’s at’. This little beauty is Home, the centre of the Überverse. Oh, I know that’s contrary to what (someone else’s) science might want you to believe. And I won’t tell you what to do. I can only try to communicate what works for me: get past the fear by Owning it, and see what emerges. It’s going to be dark, and it’s going to be a squeeze, yes, but it’s going to be healing – the more difficult the surrender, the brighter the Diamond Light.

Stephen, I think I’m ready for that conversation I’ve been fearing. I’m not scared that I’m not as smart as you any more (yet I Feel that you’re infinitely smarter than you yourself know).

Giving up my resistance, the light that illuminates my facets is indeed, just a little brighter.

When you Know who YOU are, please share your story. It’s time for a new Book.

Big Medicine Love to You
~ Black Feather

See also: "10 Reasons Why I Love Monsanto"

Thursday, February 2, 2012

Baby Rat Scarecrow


We need Rat. I need rat. He’s devious, yes, but (more than that) we need to value him for his Cleverness.

Why do we need him (more than we've realized)? ...because 'Rat!' leaves the sinking ship…

and he survives. He survives anywhere and (every) where.

We treat him as though he's the plague (we needed that, too, by the way, but I’ll get to that, later). The Plague used him because of his cleverness; it attached itself to him.

He is, indeed, clever. It's one of the reasons we enlist him to sniff out landmines. In that respect, he’s a better companion to us than is Dog. We don't think otherwise about our canine friend, but our general perception is that we're using Rat, and not that He's actually giving himSelf to us in compassionate service. We think he does things for the treats we promise him (but only if he does it right). Those treats are his nourishment, in the same way that Love is Ours. On the flipside (and there’s always a flipside), we use him for cancer research. We inject him with our own pain.

And I’m here to apologize; most importantly, for not recognizing your gift of Love to us. You, also, have a heart. You were created from the same source...

…Love.

My promise to you: should cancer inhabit my own (personal) body, I will keep it for myself… No drugs… because that is how much I Love you. I didn’t see that before.

On one of my first shamanic journeys, I failed to ask Wolf to come with me. In hindsight, it was the best thing, because I needed to teach mySelf. And, besides, Wolf eats Rat. In the past, they haven’t made for very good travelling companions (but I’ll get to that, too).

I’m sorry, Rat. I didn’t see the lesson until now. You flew me to the yellow planet and left me in the dark. I wondered, “What will happen next?” I could hear them laughing, up and behind me, doubled over, holding their (cancerous) bellies.

…Payback! …and it was DELICIOUS, wasn’t it? Hahahahaha!!! I can appreciate, now, how your Laughter sung Me.

I couldn’t have survived there, or gotten off by myself (…no, that wasn’t a metaphor, but enjoy it that way, anyway; consider it payback). Wolf had to come and get me. I’d never seen him mad before. He told me to Never go anywhere by myself again. He asked me how I got there, and I said Rat flew me, that I (thought/felt) that it would be OK. I just kinda shrugged and acted dumb.

I didn’t understand, then, why you came to me. You think that I’ve carried you on my ship to save Myself from the plague, but – in reality – I’ve hung onto you, injected myself into your belly. Laughing was the only thing that would help your pain.

I need you now. The ship is sinking, and I need you. I need you more than you need me. Please stay. You know what to do when the ship sinks. I don’t want you to go, because – even if I have to go down tied to the mast of this ship –  I’m STAYING. This is My centre of the Überverse, and I wish you would stay with Me.

I       Need    YOU!

You’ve seen how stupid I am on the computer.

(…oh, yes; I believe you can see where my finger is pointing.)

How do I know that, with the ‘gap’ in my signal? …because my Heart tells me so. And I’m going to every. Single. BOTTOM, until it gets Big enough for us ALL.

“What’s that? I dunno why I’m saying it. Actually, I can’t compete with your cleverness… I do know why… it’s one of the gifts I’ve promised myself. Dancing to Your Spirit is also a gift I’ve promised myself. And no, I haven’t done it yet. Don’t strain yourself over that one.    …you’ll catch (up)”

I need you to forgive me, infinitely more than I need it from you. I wasn’t fully conscious. I’m still not allowing it for myself. And You are the only one other than myself who knows what that means. You have taught me how to teach myself, and I LOVE you for it!

I’m staying, and my belly hurts already. I’m just going to have to try to laugh it off when the rest of it comes, without using anyone(-’thing’) else to do it. I’m tired of being the Scarecrow. Never again. Together, we CAN survive anywhere… (and you know where the rest of that goes, don’t you? Why am I asking? …yes)

Big Medicine Love to You

~ Black Feather


Rat responded with, " Give me cheese. For me, that's what Love is, that, and the fact that Your hand gives it to me."

I thought that I was the one to teach Rat what Love was. I'm obviously not as smart as I thought. We do need each other, and I know that with ALL my heart, now. Thanks for the lesson. I hope you're enjoying that cheese, my Friend.