Angel Aura Healing

I had a lovely dream last night (since the Full Moon on 31st January I seem to be dreaming big-time although I don’t always remember the dreams).

In the dream, I half opened my eyes to see that angels, fairies and spirit energies were floating through my aura and healing it.  It was a very gentle energy but not very clear as I got the feeling I wasn’t supposed to see the Grace of the healing underway, just to “know” that it had been happening. I also felt I was supposed to let others know that this sort of healing went on at unknown levels.

It felt really wonderful as if I was floating in a sea of healing lights and beings, as if I were in a magical space, and I felt amazingly relaxed when I half woke up and remembered the dream. And ended up having a great night’s sleep without a great deal of the sciatic pain which often keeps me awake. I could definitely handle more of these dreams!


The Soul’s Song


This is what you should do:
Love the earth and sun and animals,
despise riches, give alms to everyone that asks,
stand up for the stupid and crazy,
devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants,
argue not concerning God,
have patience and indulgence toward the people…
reexamine all you have been told in school or church or in any book,
dismiss what insults your very soul,
and your flesh shall become a great poem.

~ Walt Whitman ~


(Excert from Preface to 1855 edition, Leaves of Grass)


Healing Childhood Trauma

Today I read about childhood disassociation and escape into daydreaming and fantasy and it was a hell of a shock to realise it’s something I did as a child and which has carried on throughout my life.

I know what sparked it off so today I decided to create a healing image of leaving the dark behind and walking the yellow brick road to a future healed of the trauma of the past. Been very, very emotional!

In Honour of Heather Heyer, Charlottesville

So much has been written about events in Charlottesville that anything by me would be now superfluous.

Instead, I’ve created this artwork to honour Heather Heyer, who was murdered by a white supremacist who drove his car into anti-fascist demonstrators in Charlottesville. Heather fought for decency, kindness and against injustice.

The eagle in flight represents her courage and steadfastness in standing on the side of the people and the injustices suffered in the community. The rays of light reflect the heritage she has bequeathed of compassion, courage and ongoing struggle and organisation for justice, equality, respect and against the forces of racism and white supremacy.

The bright colours top and bottom reflect the forces of positivity, optimism and determination to fight for a society where people are respected and honoured regardless of their colour, race, sexuality or religion.

We stand in hope because we will not allow the forces of evil and hatred to thrive, we will pull them out by their roots and in their place plant hope, love, kindness and tolerance.

I Am Memory!

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!