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.
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.
Remembering our Ability to Soar. Created with Toolwiz; Photo Editor; Pixlr and PicMonkey. The feather represents the power of flight and the element of air in our lives; while the handprint represents our connection to our ancestors and our heritage from those on whose shoulders we stand.
To pray you open your whole self
To sky, to earth, to sun, to moon
To one whole voice that is you.
And know there is more
That you can’t see, can’t hear
Can’t know except in moments
Steadily growing, and in languages
That aren’t always sound but other
Circles of motion.
Like eagle that Sunday morning
Over Salt River. Circles in blue sky
In wind, swept our hearts clean
With sacred wings.
We see you, see ourselves and know
That we must take the utmost care
And kindness in all things.
Breathe in, knowing we are made of
All this, and breathe, knowing
We are truly blessed because we
Were born, and die soon, within a
True circle of motion,
Like eagle rounding out the morning
We pray that it will be done
~ Joy Harjo ~
For some reason my attention today has been on the Roman Empire and its rise and fall. Here in North Cyprus there are remnants of Roman occupation all over the place – from the huge complex ruin of Salamis on the south coast to five minutes from here where I live on the north coast to view the Roman fish baths and rock tombs nearby (although I’m not sure if the rock tombs were associated with Roman or earlier history).
To me it’s a reminder that nothing is fixed, that we are now seeing the dying stages of the US and British empires and the rise of India and China, not overnight of course, but underway in a slow, inexorably process.
It’s the same in our own lives – things which once assumed importance can die away to be replaced by new beliefs, practices and identity, in the great spiral of life. Once we recognise the impermanence of life, we can move more freely and accept the new, knowing when it is time to let go of that which no longer serves us.
Each empire has always believed it was invincible yet the history of humanity is of empires rising and falling. And so we see cries of “Make America Great” or “Give Us Back our Country” in the UK, which really is a recognition – whether those making these calls realise it or not – that the American and British empires are on the decline while new powers are emerging to take their place.
This doesn’t make the US or Britain any less dangerous, however, as they gear themselves to fight for their empires and bring the threat of war to the forefront.
It simply means that we need to be alert, take notice of war-mongering, and organise to fight for peace and co-existence with our fellow human beings in other countries around the world.
No more wars and no more sacrifices of our young men and women. We need to build a world of tolerance and understanding to leave a healthy, benign world as heritage for future generations.
In modern day society we’ve lost touch with the astral and cellular connection we have with our ancestors. Yet they are interwoven into our lives through our ancestral heritage, our DNA and the complex legacy of past lives which all influence who we are today. Honouring our ancestors helps us take our place in the kaleidoscope of life, recognising too that future generations will be standing on our shoulders. What we do with our lives will be a heritage for those who come after us.