The Grandmothers Speak

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Hiking a short forested trail with my dog on the foothills of Ashland, Oregon, I come to a soothing assortment of Standing Stones. Here I sit at the base of a Grandmother Madrone tree with a panoramic view to this picturesque mountain town I call home. At some time in the life span of this Madrone, she has been struck by lightning. I love the energy she holds from the fire that must have ensued. Some of her branches are charred, burnt and dead, but mostly, her branches are gorgeously rejuvenated and continue to grow in a myriad of directions. She is currently loaded with berries, she stands atop this mountainside, a glorious specimen, a true testament to the resilience of Mother Nature.

I was drawn to this place to make an essence. I open my 1 ounce dropper essence bottle filled with Icelandic artesian vodka and Mt. Shasta spring water, both ingredients hold importance. I am deeply aware of the current struggle for fresh water being led by the woman in North Dakota and of the woman in Iceland who seem to be standing strong in their fight for equal rights. I call out to Grandmother Madrone, “Come bless my essence with your energy, I call forth the energies of a woman, struck by force, who wills her own rejuvenation, so that she may bloom again”. I named this essence, the ‘Grandmothers Speak’… through thunder and lightning… of the end of the patriarchy, of the healing of the woman. It is rejuvenation energy medicine.

This particular sacred Earth place is where my mother has chosen to make her presence known to me this year. “Be still daughter”, she says. “Bear witness to the women rising.” My mother was the victim of domestic violence. She has called me to Grandmother Madrone to impart wisdom. She is making it clear to me that although her life was short, and sad, that she created me, who lives on. Although she could not, by example, show me the home of an honored woman, she has led me to the very lessons needed to realize that women are sacred.  She insists that I would create the balanced home of a woman well-loved. She marvels at my fastidiousness to heal the lineage of the women of my family and bloodline. She bows in reverence to the challenges of my path.

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My mother started communicating with me in earnest last year when she nudged me to go to the shrine of Lady Guadalupe in Mexico City. This annual day of reverence, 12-12, is the Feast of Lady Guadalupe, it is also my mothers birthday. Serendipitously, I embarked on a shamanic training with Sergio Magana, Ocecoyotl in which I found myself in a moving crowd of nine million Catholic devotees and indigenous pilgrims. Sergio’s students, honoring the old religious protocol of the Aztec, walked along with clear intent as we performed various prayers & movements to heal our blood lines and to release our underworlds. Our six-hour walk will eventually lead us to the mound of Tonatizin Tlalli Coatlicue, the original Aztec Mother Goddess, Mother Earth herself, who the Spanish conquerors displaced hundreds of years prior with the current Basilica of Lady Guadalupe.

Mexico City

I was slightly amused by the perfect crossroads of Christianity and Shamanism, where my mother and I could actually, peacefully, meet. On this annual religious pilgrimage, I was able to light a candle requesting the Lady Guadalupe to assist me in my healing desires for my family, I was able to kneel on the earth offering deep gratitude to the original Earth Mother who provides all, and I was able to find an inner peace with my own Mother who had departed twenty-eight years prior from bone cancer.

Shortly after her death, I was called to Joshua Tree, California for my first plant medicine initiation. I lay under the desert night sky, riddled with more stars than I had ever seen, aware that some of those stars were speaking to me; they were my ancestors voices whispering. I was able to feel my mother safely in the Mictlans, the land of the dead. Throughout that night, the Sky World Ancestors kept urging me to remember. Remember. I have often been haunted by that particular spiritual quest as I never quite understood what message was being transmitted.

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Nor did I know, it would be years later, in a pine forest, at the base of a madrone tree, after many life lessons, marriage, motherhood, loss of love, divorce, and maturity, far from the land of my birth, at the dawn of the 5th world, I’d finally realize the simple and potent message being imparted on that starry night: Remember who you are!

YOU are a Holy Being. You are the center of this universe. You are the creative life force. You are the beginning and the end. It is in your arms that all is well. YOU are the Holy Grail. Front and center. To be honored, respected, heard and seen. “Violating a woman is a violation against God, a sin against yourself; karmic suicide.” (Gina Loring)  Any world, family unit, work environment or religious system that does not operate with this foundational belief is doomed to fail.

Woman, Mother, Sister, Daughter, Warrior. Remember!

It took years upon years of untangling, unraveling and re-patterning to believe these simple truths. It has taken centuries to reach this juncture in history, the dismantling of the patriarchy, the empowered woman, the supportive male. It is time.

“Aztec myth tells how the deity Quetzalcoatl, who in the Nahuatl language means “feathered serpent,” journeyed to Mictlan at the dawning of the Fifth Sun (the present world era), in order to restore humankind to life from the bones of those who had lived in previous eras. For bones are like seeds: everything that dies goes into the earth, and from the earth new life is born in the sacred cycle of existence”. http://www.wilderutopia.com

At Grandmother Madrone, high up on an North American earth mound, I carry a candle to the Lady Guadalupe to thank her for cradling me in her Mexican Basilica while hearing my prayers. Here, on this mountaintop, I bow down in prayerful thanksgiving to Tonantzin, Mother Earth, for everything. Everything.

Here, in Ashland, Oregon, I feel my Belizean mother’s full presence as my main ancestral guide. The Original Sky World Ancestor. It is my deceased mother, after all, who has dedicated her bones to the earth to offer me life and it is she who has called me to this rejuvenation tree to connect with my stars, and to make good medicine.

-Denai Grace Fuller, Cihuatochtli
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Ascension Rock, Mt. Shasta

Millions have woken up… will you?

The mountain called, I answered…

Naturalist and author John Muir said of Mount Shasta:
“When I first caught sight of it over the braided folds of the Sacramento Valley, I was fifty miles away and afoot, alone and weary. Yet all my blood turned to wine, and I have not been weary since.”[8]

I woke up the day before the eclipse to declare, “I am a master manifestor, therefore I will arrange an adventure to Mt. Shasta”. A few phone calls later, an eclipse group gathered, a hybrid car procured and a loose plan put into action, it was Mt. Shasta or bust… for the grand alignment. Now I must say, John Muir’s comment is absolutely correct, long before you reach Shasta, you see her, and the magnificence of this mountain is breathtaking. I was in deep gratitude just to be in her presence.

We stopped at the Headwaters to fill our jugs with sacred water where many people were gathered to do the same. There stood Kokopelli in all his glory playing a specimen of a didgeridoo to the waters. It is strange to be surrounded by people from all over the globe who jointly share in the same consciousness, belief systems and behaviours. There we all gathered, the rainbow tribe, the lightworkers, the wayshowers, the believers, the visionaries, and the dreamers of planet Earth. There we all gathered, united by common cause, to usher in the power and glory of this 26,000 year alignment.

The mountain was crowded, everyone in search of the perfect place in which to view the eclipse. My small entourage simply let our hearts lead the way, eventually locating a pleasant place on the mountain behind a “group” of like-minded others. I was drawn to this particular spot on the mountain because of the instruments I heard, and the baby & animal energy I saw that was part of the larger group. Little did I know, we sat behind an organized expedition of people who follow a path called Ascension Now, these beautiful souls had travelled from far and wide with their own plan.

I enjoyed their tuning forks, bagpipes, drums, singing bowls and various other musical instruments. They were extremely generous with their glorious live food corn tortillas, sprouts and guacamole and they were kind enough to share some much-needed eclipse glasses (I wouldn’t have seen a thing without those special specs). Without further ado, and with much OM(ing), chanting, singing and praising on the mountain, the much-anticipated solar eclipse began over Mt. Shasta. The first major Mayan prophesied portal, the return of the God Quetzalcoatl (the Christ consciousness), the dawning of the new age was underway….

Now I sat there in deep contemplation, pondering about all of the uncertainty that was occurring in the consciousness of global reality and somehow my mind strayed to remembering the Pacal Votan prophecy. His prophecy states, that we cannot enter the new age under the dissonance of our current method of counting time, the 12 month 60 minute in an hour clocking system. He is adamant that in order to restore harmony to our Earth, we must connect with a more natural rhythm, the 13 moon, 28 day cycles. He is clear that biospehric destruction is our fate if we continue on our most current path, specifically in regards to time. Hence, at the end of this closing age, humanity will experience “The Great Shaking”. We are definitely knee-deep in the Great Shaking… and this Great Shaking will not… and cannot cease until all disharmonious systems have been cast aside. This quite honestly could take decades.

We have all been waiting on this year 2012, this eclipse May 20th, 2012, this portal 12-12-12, this alignment 12-21-12. What is crucial to understand, is nothing earth shattering happened on any of these already experienced days, and most probably nothing earth shattering is going to happen on the much-anticipated future dates. Although, the energies are pouring in, the changes are here, the new age has dawned, and like a stack of dominoes, we will witness imbalanced structure after structure collapse.

I have lived the last year in extreme gratitude. I am off the system of time, I sleep, wake, eat, create, work and play all when I feel like it. I live in complete harmony with my body’s natural rhythms and cycles. I honour the new moon, full moon, dark of the moon, eclipses, equinoxes, solstices and all the midpoints. I listen to the animals and watch the clouds. I honour the Earth, always. The old counting system has no meaning for me other than to loosely pay attention to when the bills are due or when an appointment has been scheduled. I usually begrudge both for interfering with my flow.

I dared to allow my extreme life changes in without resistance (geographic relocation to another country with four kids, new project that initially had no funding, seperation from my husband of 16 years, disenfranchisement from my culture, food, and community). I listen to my spirit in all matters, small and large. I am living from my heart and living out my passions. I have done my part in this Great Shift. And, quite honestly, I have been fully supported with ease and grace. Like my good friend from Real Beauty always says, “it’s not for the weak of heart”. All I can do at this point in time though is remain in gratitude, hum a beautiful tune and continue to believe in a better tomorrow for all of humanity…

Onward and upwards to the June 5-6th lunar eclipse, the Venus transit and more exciting changes for those paying attention and willing to live their dreams in the year 2012.

Ascension Rock, Arrival, Home… the 5th Dimension!