Nature is the Dreamscape

It was a flurry of a snowstorm.

Most people wouldn’t go out in that kind of weather, but I enjoy extremes, they always bring me insights.

I walked through the snow, creating fresh tracks. The satisfaction of being the first to walk the path, to create the trail. The wind was blowing the white specks of mother natures frozen perspiration- one by one they would land on my cheek and instantly melt and flow down my face.

Everything was white, except my cheeks which were rosy from the cold- and my 1980’s neon coloured ski jacket that had been handed down from my mom.

The trail, the trees, the sky, the fields, all matte in white. The birch trees looked so magical with their white bark and the white snow layered on top. It was all so dreamy.

In shamanism, we travel to the upper, lower and the parallel middle world. Everything is different there except one thing. Nature is the constant. No matter what world I have travelled to, nature is always there. For the first recognizable time, I saw the dream within the dream. I felt myself in my journey. Powerful.

I am the dreamer and I am the dream. I am the dreamer that dreamed the dream.

Nature gives us the unique ability to access differently levels of consciousness in this dimension. The dreamscape is accessible through nature. I believe that is why human beings love being in nature, it reawakens that magic within us, the mysterious is alive in nature. Even if we live in big cities and forget about the sacredness of nature or don’t have a strong relationship developed with nature, we still feel it when we go into a forest, walk along the ocean or dive into a lake.

The other world is right there, waiting for us to awaken to it.

The next time you have the chance to walk in nature, put your phone away. Embrace the silence and see the wonder unfolding before you. Maybe, just maybe she will open herself to you and you will see into the other world, into the dream that you are dreaming.

Maybe just maybe, you will see the magic that is right there with you.


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Invoking the Divine Feminine

Sat nam Beauties,

I had a request from many people after my women’s workshop to post the invocation I did as we called down Mother Earth and the energies of the Divine Feminine. This invocation can be used a prayer, a meditation, and/or  you can do a daily  spiritual practice to bring the Divine Feminine into your being. I hope you enjoy and may these words inspire you and remind you of the power that is within You!!

To do the Invocation Raise your arms up to 60 Degrees. Focus on your heart and say these words and feel the presence of the highest power coming into your being.

Invocation of the Divine Feminine 

We call down Maha Shakti,

The Great Goddess,

The Life Giver and the Ultimate Mother.

We call her to Awake in US.

We call her to ignite us with our purpose as Creators to make a better world.

We call on Great Mother that rages in the rivers, the one that sustains and maintains all life force.

The one that causes our hearts to beat, that moves our blood through the veins of your oceans and rivers.

Like the rain the pours, your tears cleanse us until we are reborn.

We call on you Great Mother, to take out bodies and merge into form.

For it is with your power we are Reborn.

Shakti, We call on you to awake. Great Mother we call on you to Awake.

The world needs you now.

We need your guidance to show us the right direction.

We need your power to provide protection.

We need your soft touch to heal our wounds.

We need your creativity to show us the solutions.

We need your power to change, and we need your courage to hold the energy you sustain.

 Oh Great Mother we call on you now.

To awake within us our truth, creativity and our life breathing Destiny!

So we can serve relentlessly. So we can make this world one of peace, love and harmony.

For WE are Shakti!

I am calling on myself to Wake up!

I am in need of my self right now. The world needs me now!

I am a woman and I am the vessel of creation.

I am the Creator.

I am a Woman!!

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Angel

Here is a poem I am feeling called to share.

I wrote it for a friend of mine, they have become an uncle and are welcoming a small baby girl into this huge world.

Welcome to Earth young Angel.

Angel

The world awaits,

With plenty of adventures

With smiles and lessons

Oh how wise you’ll be,

What amazing things you’ll do.

And beautiful things you’ll create.

The world awaits

For your shining light.

Your gift, that only you can give

There will be times of sorrow,

But they are only there to guide you on your way.

Keep your head up and your heart open.

The world awaits.

For you are Perfection

May the angels surround you and bless you with kisses

May you be protected and guided by your best wishes.

May you never forget,

Heaven is where you are from

The world awaits,

for an angel has come.

Thalita Angelika

Dream Reflections…*..*..

 

It’s in my dreams I remember who I am and what I came here to do.

It’s in my dreams that I fulfill my purpose, not confined by physical limitations.

My imagination runs wild like horses on a meadow and I flow with them, along side.

My deepest desires reveal themselves to me, sometimes gently like a sun peaking over the

mountain side as it rises to meet the new day. Or intensely like a tiger chasing me till the point of

waking up.

I never know what I’ll meet or discover, what a perfect reflection of life.

In my dreams, sometimes I appear different, not myself, but the same. I feel like me, but there

is no physical reference to my body. I am consciousness afloat, as I take different forms.

I have never seen myself in a dream. I am as in real life, staring out from my eyes into another

dimension of reality.

Sometimes there lucid and I can control the way it unfolds.

Sometimes life appears in the same way. When my wishes become reality and I am convinced

that I could be a magician.

Sometimes, I lose control and become a victim of the circumstances that ensue.

Perhaps dreams are not so different from waking life. A symmetrical parallel universe, where

one wing of the butterfly is waking life and the other dreaming life. The only difference being that

in one our eyes our closed.

Who am I?

Who am I?

Who is this ‘I’ which constantly changes and evolves. Who is this ‘I’ which can observe and witness itself?

My “I” has changed. Recently, undergoing a rebirth,  a change in perspective and a letting go of old outdated belief systems. It has been a continual process like that of a growing seed that multiplies cell by cell until it is a fully blossoming flower, slowly changing with great results.

I am no longer the person I used to be. I am that I am. I am nothing more and nothing less. I am the observer, the witness. I am not my judgements, beliefs or experiences. These are all passing and changing and truth is that which never ebbs or sways. My identification rests with the quiet stillness, the place of consciousness that is like a still lake on a quiet evening. Calm and beautiful, peaceful and harmonious. From this place, my senses interact, yet the ‘ I am’ is not effected.

My ego is still present. It tries to limit, sabotage and protect itself. When it remains observed it looses its power. The soul becomes stronger and the guidance of truth becomes clearer. Destiny becomes inevitable as one surrenders to the flow of life.

The process of blooming to ones highest self continues, for the highest self is infinite. The journey is forever unfolding and that is the beauty of life, the beauty of existence.