This image is based on a special site we found in Pingelly, on the wheatbelt of Western Australia. There were huge granite rocks that had images of frogs in them, they were quite clear. It was an incredibly peaceful place and we later found out that Frog was the totem of the Aboriginal tribe of that area.
I created this from a photo my friend took in the Giraween National Park in the far north of New South Wales.
In the original photo, there is a rock with the clear shape of a mouth and from this I had the image of rocks whispering their magic and ancient knowledge to us over the eons, not necessarily in the words we humans see as necessary for communication, but in colours, images and rock art.
Around 2.30am, my husband let our dogs out and Maggie Mae came back to drop something on the bed beside me. I thought it was a rock and went to pick it up and put it away, only to find myself in close proximity to something very prickly. When I put the light on, I found we had a hedgehog in our bed, much to our surprise! Luckily, our dog hadn’t harmed it although how she brought it in without the prickles hurting her mouth is beyond me. Anyway, said hedgehog was placed gently outside our front gate in the garden and had taken itself off when we got up this morning.
As this was so unusual, this morning I looked up the metaphysical meaning of hedgehog: Being a nocturnal creature, the symbolism of the hedgehog deals with intuition, psychic ability, prophetic dreams and visions. … That the hedgehog’s active time is at night is symbolic of “second sight.”
Which was absolutely true as, just before I awoke this morning, I had an amazingly powerful, initiatory dream which was incredibly clear. I could remember going back eons where I was told, along with other people – women and men – that we would far in the future remember when the time was right that a ceremony would take place. I was especially instructed by the leading light, a powerful woman, that I too was powerful and must remember the details of what was being created at the beginning gathering.
I was totally confident I’d remember when the time came that I would recall the memories of this special ritual and knew exactly that the time was now. I had to go to the top of a tower with all the others also present, then run down the steps in special robes carrying a chalice of herbs. Everyone was dancing – women and men – and when I get to the bottom the powerful woman was there to tell me that I am the chosen one.
I stepped outside, to see the moon covered in clouds. But as I stepped forward holding the chalice of herbs, the clouds suddenly cleared and a huge, absolutely huge moon emerged. I held the chalice up and chanted loudly: “I Am Memory! I Am Memory! I Am Memory!” And the powerful woman stepped forward and told me I was the High Priestess of Memory.
I felt quite stunned when I woke up and exhilarated. It explains my deep connection to rocks, stones and crystals and the memories I sense within them. And it was also exhilarating to have experienced such a powerful dream. I’ve read of dreams like this but never experienced one. They can’t be forced but, by golly, when they do turn up out of the blue – as this one has – it is quite transformational!
My friend lives in the far north of New South Wales and regularly goes bushwalking. On her visit to the Giraween National Park, she took photos of some wonderful rock formations, and she’s given me permission to work on her rock photos.
When I look at rock formations, I see faces, energies, history and meaning. When we drove from Woodenbong, where we lived in Northern New South Wales, down Mt Lindesay into Queensland, I’d look at the rock faces and see wise, ancient energies looking back at me.
I still feel very surprised when I say this as I was a very logical person in my younger days and the idea that, when I hit middle-aged, I would suddenly morph into a sort of rock whisperer would have had me in fits of hysterical laughter.
But there you are – I’m stuck with a connection to rocks which runs very deep and which carries messages and time travel history to me to interpret in my digital art. So the above is called Guardians of Time because these huge rocks, to me, seem to exert a benevolent, strong, protective energy across the ages. We humans are but passing whisps of energies compared to these rocks and we need to trust that they will be standing majestically as guardians of time across the eons long after humanity has passed into dust and thence into the realm of Spirit.
The other day I was reading one of my favourite blogs, one I stumbled across a while back: The World According to Dina
In this particular post Dina had included some of the best photos of the Standing Stones of Callenish that I have seen. They have a fey quality which really capture the energies of the stones and their links to the past. I’ve re-posted that blog and Dina has kindly allowed me to use her photos as a basis for my digital art. So above is my first re-working of a photo of the Standing Stones – they really speak to me and recall their role as Earth Guardians over the eons.
Thank you, Dina, not only for permission to use the photos but for taking such wonderful shots which capture the essence of the Standing Stones of Callenish.
(I have re-blogged the post so you can read it in full.)
This is an absolutely wonderful blog, one of my favourites
Coming back from the beautiful barren North to the lush South was a culture shock at first. We utterly fell in love with the bleakness of the Scotland’s north coast and the Orkneys. Siri and Selma even wanted to stay there! But we also really liked the Outer Hebrides, where our journey started. We saw them as grand and sometimes even subarctic. And we didn’t try that much of the peaty whiskies that we couldn’t do quite some hiking in the mountains.
Von rauer Schönheit des Nordens zurück in den üppigen Süden zu fahren, war zunächst ein Kulturschock für uns. In die Kargheit der schottischen Nordküste und der Orkneys haben wir uns verliebt. Siri und Selma wollten gleich dort bleiben. Aber auch die Outer Hebrides, wo unsere Reise begann, fanden wir einfach großartig, geradezu subarktisch. Wir probierten nicht so viel leckeren torfigen Whisky, dass wir nicht auch einige Bergwanderungen unternehmen konnten.
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