Dreamwalker's Sanctuary

So I sit,…. and I listen. Meditate, Paint Brush in hand. The rush of silence echoes in my ears like a rushing waterfall. My breath deepens as my lungs fill with air and I wait…  The water falls over the edge cascading down to crash into the depths below that then flow over huge boulders causing white water to splash, bubble and churn, before it finds its own level of peace and tranquillity as it then smoothly glides down river to become the mirrored lake. The reflection of Self.

 And so the world too will feel as if it too appears to crash over the edge, as people experience what their own ‘Dream-Time’ has been creating…. Which is their own experience of reality.   

The Dystopian world breaks into a Billion Fractals, like the particles of that waterfall each droplet once part of the whole… Down it falls. tossed and churned over boulders and stones, until it finds Peace and Tranquillity. Then once again it becomes Unified… It finds it’s balance.. The mirror reflects back all it was, all it will be, and all it ever Is, as Utopia is once again in focus….  All is Possible, When we Dream the Dream.. And so the cycle continues as the planets continue to turn..    

And my mind drifts back over time. For Time is who we are, we have no beginning, we have no end… Yet here we are within this moments experience. So, my mind took me back to the time I was a young child, always the Day dreamer. Always the silent one… Observing, somehow always knowing there was more beyond… Always sky watching, cloud watching, star gazing. …..Day Dreaming…..  Always escaping into the realms of imagination of play, or drifting into the world of make believe… I often saw what others couldn’t see… Yet I was never believed, because I was always the Dreamer.  We all imagine our Outer World from our Inner World.. 

 The Earth spins faster as our perception heightens, the storms brew, as our volatile thoughts rebound in circular tornadoes, of anger, hatred, jealousies.  The air we breathe gets sucked out, as the forest’s lungs are cut to the bone.  The rainfall flooding the planes, as our tears cry out as we drown in our sorrow of guilt and regret.  The layers of our Ancient ancestors of whom our blood is mixed throughout time of those various star visitors whose seeding we are part.

The Cycles of time spinning our globe in its ever-perpetual evolution.  The Garden of Life, it once was, which so many beyond the stars coveted, because of its richness, its diversity and interconnected wholeness.

 So many races wanted to seed this planet and fought over Gaia as they battled in heaven and on earth to become the masters, whose God like presence dominated and controlled. We hear much of the El and Elohim  yet do we really understand our beginnings and those Federations of Divine Councils who oversee this world and whose control is still amongst us. Do we really understand those ancient stories, of the Garden of Eden The Serpent of temptation and those lower energies holding Gaia in their grip. And so the painting is about to be born.. 

The Serpent

Part of my painting now sits before you, and yet it didn’t start out looking as it did… And it was still developing into something more deeper.  There were two circles surrounded by garlands of flowers. The Garden of Eden, I thought and as I painstakingly painted details of flowers that led out from the large empty sphere, a shiver ran through me, a memory, of long, long ago, when all was a garden… The Garden of Life…. Where Life was harmony where we danced laughed and gave thanks for the Earth, Air, Water and Fire… Where nymphs and fairies played in the dells and we spoke with our hearts,…… not in words, because we were all connected via the Spirit of Life itself…

Nature, Sprites and Angels

   The painting sat for several days looking pretty, I didn’t think to take a photo of it then… I thought to paint the whole Canvas black starting again, as the Universal galaxies spun before my eyes, and perhaps my own inner shadow cast itself over my being. Instead  waves of energy kept coming around and around like a spider’s web. So I painted circle after circle around the two spheres.. Adding glitter paint,  that would get painted over and over too.. ( My Husband even said how many layers are you going to paint, as you’ve painted over it again and again… I said  I will know when there are enough )    The energy came enveloping and devouring the earth.  The ley-lines of energy encircling the planet with its magnetism, portals, and underground systems.  

Energy Waves

  The garden had to go, instead it was covered with a web, a web of lines, as the energy was pulled in by a vast explosion of stars within my mind.. The waves of which rippled out into the cosmos for aeons to come… No longer were we dancing in unity.  A huge deluge of darkness swept into the planet which fed off the negative vibrations of suffering.  And these planetary players whose conquests had destroyed many other spheres of existence knew how to rape and pillage not only the minds of Humans, but they raped and pillaged Gaia herself of her precious minerals and gems including the invading negative black goo which had arrived thousands of years previously from destructive forces.

Another Pause as the painting sat for three days, as I kept looking deeper into its heart, as the New Earth was calling me, it needed more Glitter, it needed more Life..  It needed Truth..  It needed Love.. 

To Be Continued