Tag: Healing

The All Seeing Eye

I woke this morning of my birthday with the remembrance of a dream. Birthday dreams are special, showing me a glimpse of how this solar return will shine in my life, and this dream felt like a gift. A visit with the Muse.

She was assisting with a writing project that my partner was working on, and in the process he shared with her about my work as a healer. She was keen to meet me when I arrived. We sat down across from one another and she asked me about my work as a healer. She is a beautiful young woman of South Asian Indian descent. Her black hair is short, and she has big black intelligent and inquisitive eyes. She wears a black leather jacket from which her big breasts bulge out, and a mini skirt with knee high leather boots. She is a sexy bad ass muse, and not afraid to show it. I kinda like her, and also feel intimidated at first, but when she asks about my healing work with such genuine interest, I knew we would be connecting on a deeper level.

I was a bit perplexed by her inquiry at first, how to explain it, when there are so many ways it shows up. I thought for a moment on what I wanted to share and recalled a healing story. I told her of a young man I had seen, who his mother had sent to me for an energy healing session. when I did an energy scan of his body to see what needed healing, I discovered a gun in his pocket. I asked him about it and he began to tell me about his fear for his own safety at school, and his plans to bring it to school and shoot everything up. We tracked into his story deeper beyond the bullying and his fears, and into his soul wisdom to see his potential and he was able to give up the gun, and saw instead possibilities for his life.

This healing journey was about healing violence through being able to access our deeper stories, and bringing them into the world. The gift I received was the vision of what is possible, when prompted by my badass muse. I was able to acknowledge more deeply my healing gifts, and how they can be put to use to engage the bigger story focused on my healing work, writing, and community activism. When our conversation ended I got up from the table and showed her my peacock feather earring on one ear and said, What do ya think, not bad for 63! She agreed wholeheartedly 💙🦚💚

“The All Seeing Eye” Artist: Valley Reed – Acrylic Painting

Return of the Grandmothers

The Grandmothers have much been with me, as of late. They whisper in my ear, day and night. They take me into the sacred territory of dreams, for ceremonies of initiation, and healing. They come from many cultures, many times, many places and lifetimes. The Grandmothers have returned, and they have work to be done. They share in their wisdom, with an embrace, that finds the deepest longings from within.

Healing the Stories of the Speaking Land

Sing me sacred melodies,

on which I am fed.

Enter the womb,

where women have bled.

Give me a sip, from the cauldron of fate,

Slip me the password, to enter the gate.

Move me closer, with hips circling round,

Invoke blessings from deep in the ground.

Calling forth blessings to remind me of who I am, and why I have come. The Grandmothers stand behind me, supporting me with their love, and whispering in my ears…You can do it. Everything will be alright. They guide me along forgotten pathways, that are no longer visible, and guide me to help open ancient pathways once again, because most have forgotten the way, or how to see.

The Grandmothers teach me to feel from the nape of the neck, protect the strength of my heart, listen to my gut, and to see with my womb. They teach me to hold beauty in a way, that neither time, person, nor secret power play, can take it away. They ask me to help heal the land, and remind me of how I know these things. I know how to heal the stories held in the land, and the body, because I know how to listen.

CirclesinWaterSky

Stories held in water,

move in circles,

Rain drops, dew drops,

Add to this recipe called “Life”.

A water symphony,

a dripping remedy,

resonates with each breath.

 

Water stories, now given to Earth,

Now soaking it in.

Now where to begin?

Buried deep underground,

Held in the presence of stones, until they are found.

 

Tree rooted stories also, gripping the darkness below,

and growing ever toward the sun, the moon and the stars.

Archival rings of wisdom, take us back,

circling through our past, while playing silent witness.

 

The breeze through trees,

whispers how love is made,

As I lay resting beneath her shade,

a dream appears, taking me inside another world.

 

I dream of a memory, when I was a tree,

and I listen to songs played inside my rings.

Like an ancient record album, I am a record keeper.

I hold inside, languages of light,

which feed me, and keep me, through the night,

where I travel in dreams, to distant stars.

This Tree rooted deep in Earth, is a Star traveler.

MilkyWayTree

Cave walls,

call in the direction

of darkness,

A place of initiation and vision,

where painted stories of earth are hidden,

I come tripping back to my destiny.

from a place of far memory.

 

Drifting clouds,

paint pictures across my mind,

bird wings build ships of time travel,

creating shapes of meaning,

across the sky.

 

Valley Reed © 2018