Trance Journey 18. 9. 2009 8.15 am
Hi folks!
Today I am even more alarmed and “scared Shitttttless” than in previous days, because of what happened in / on my Medicine Journey this morning:
I had in mind to “go down” and give thanks for finding a Shape shifter ally (Insect helper) - the Meloe and maybe spend some time with my tiny “Kauze Kauze”, (who looks a lot like an Eurasian Scops Owl, just maybe even a little smaller.... )I took her to a gong and singing bowl concert in Orillia the other night but she was not at all happy because of the noise.... So I owe her one..
She has a name, but I better just call her L. here....
Here however is what happened:
Just before we go a few pointers:
This is a thetha trance journey into the “otherworld” where I go and work since 45 years and where I know my way around.
“The Shack” is a cottage with one season at each of its sides: South is Winter with ice and snowstorms, North is a lush greening Birch forest filled with Birds and all things Spring, East is a forest in late Fall leaves on the grund, hoarfrost and stacks of firewood between slender Birches. West s a lush sunny garden with myriads of Flowers, Herbs, Vegetables, Fruit Trees, a brook with Trout and allll things Summer.. From he roof you can see all 4 seasons at once and the stars above, through the firepit you get up there or into the stars, below is a root cellar, where it goes further down where lost souls are to be found .... and on and on... It is a whole shamanic biosphere and only one of many I know......
J. however is one like me. She is of my clan and I often meet her there. This is our “headquaters“. J. is in her mid 70ties and also lives in flat in a suburb of Kyzyl......
Trance Journey 18. 9. 2009 8.15 am to about 10.00am
L. and I quickly found ourselves in the wooden shack/ log cabin in the Siberian bush.
J. was sitting on the table beating her drum but had already set up a steaming mug of peppermint tea for me. I set down and transmitted all the happenings around the Meloe (including your parts, AT!!) to her. Then I pulled out of my fur cloak a smallish clay pot , round and domed. There on a bed of leaves I had the Meole. I let her out and run about. She went for the honey pot....
J. knew nothing about her. She is not into this type of healing. But she advised to go see Umai.
So I went right through the West wall of the cottage below the window into Summerland. lush garden, all greens, Flowers, Bees, Buggggggs
Birds, the brook gurgling.......)
I went into the back garden. L. left my shoulder to go up into the large Willow tree where she has a nesting hole and where her mate is.(J.’s Kauze Kauze)
I started to play my mouth organ and waited. I sensed Umai’s green Powerful presence, but she did not materialize. Then, from the North West of the garden a yellow gleaming, light and honey dripping female Bayan (Spirit) arrived!
She was made of honey, honeycombs, yellow Flowers stuck to her, send ivy-like tendrils and green leaves. She smelled Honey....
The Bee Mother! ( The Melissa!)
I was fearful, that She would hurt Meloe, but in wordless wisdom She transmitted to me, that, no, ‘a Meloe belongs into the hive +is “one of Hers”
The exudate (substance a Meloe puts forth) that is, what keeps Bees healthy and kills dangerous fungus that would otherwise destroy the hive and kill all the bees. It also is what bees at times collect to get into the hive. In exchange the Meloe larva live in the hive and its warmth over the winter. The Meloe’s “honey” is the Bee’s Medicine to stay healthy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!’
“Does it fight cancer? “I asked.
She said - in words:
“ It is not always about cancer. This is about the Bees”
And with that she “showed” me in multidimensional roundabout pictures the healthy hive, the Bees, pollination in the wilds, pollination of food crops, humans harvesting these food crops and especially canola and “Raps”
(Cat!! explain what that is please...)
In a whirrrrrlwind tour I saw large parts of the ecosystem that are dependant on the pollination of Bees and need Bees to be healthy.....
“People forget! Remind them!!!! She said and was gone...
I was shaking even in trance by then....
I went back into the shack.
J. had more Tea and a piece of bread with honey.
I was still rattled from the meeting of the Bee Mother and needed the grounding
J. reminded me, that I have to plant a peppermint plant into a deep container and ........“check in your book”
I looked around our shack and realized that L. had stashed several dead mice on the mantelpiece above the stove.....
Then, in the corner, the large birch bark basket/ box was moving!!
The lid lifted up and Ee’ren Omsu’r lookd out!
Then, still with the ragged old moth-eaten fur he came out and went for the door. By the time he reached it he was fully alive, nice and shiny fur strong and agile!.....
I wanted to ask ........!!
J. said: “Let him go! That is, what he does!”
The trance was fading and I stufffffed down my bread, gulped my tea and left, L. on my shoulder.
Outside (the door is on the South= Winter side...)
we had to quickly get through the icy cold and blowing snow into the pasage cave.....
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I will now just see, what you think!
Millie! You know about Bees! Is here a bad virus out and about? do the scientists know, what to doooo against it?
My mind is still ratteling and reeling from the implications of his.....
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I will now brew myself a peppermint tea - and calm down.....
