Aurora , Star baby of Fairy Creek .I was puppy sitting for a friend on the weekend , when I shared with her I wasn’t able to go down to the nearby Lagoon … And I hadn’t been for a long time since the conception and death of the baby…. She felt that it would feel healing for me to get out for a walk in the wild wind in that morning , so I joined her Along the way , we ran into a land defender from Fairy Creek , I remembered her here from this day A day I’ll always remember at Caycuse , the Day they brought Death to the Trees and to Life So here , on the quiet streets of Metchosen I run into Maryiko , a teacher , The woman , who was calmly sitting by the fire before the ones in uniform arrested her. This is a little piece of paradise where she brought us. this is a breeding ground for seals and a birthing place lagoon This land I arrived at today so sweet and sacred This is the lagoon where I conceived Aurora on the wild edges with the scent of sweet roses budding It was my greatest wish , nearly into my 44th year I wanted to bring this daughter into the world So with A partner ,whose eyes I had seen before in a dream that held the same eyes of the spirit daughter, we came together to bring I. This star being from our love. We lay down our temple tent amongst a bed of these freshly budding wild roses… and the slightly toxic and invasive Daphne Moments after what I knew to be a conception feeling the universe moving through me and the cosmic star portal pouring thru I surrendered in complete bliss and deepest gratitude… Until I heard the sirens started going off laying in forest while the edges of town , but the sound of a siren coming closer and closer this little star being liked spicy hot food I would get cravings for pizza with a side of hot sauce and want to almost drink the sauce and it was especially good with honey She was sweet and spicy She was Aurora Roaring being. Fire cracker . Due to be born on the fire festival holiday in of imbolc, in year of the Tiger . ………………………. There was a war going down in the woods A war on the old growth There was a call out for as many forest protectors as possible The matriarchs were all coming with their drums We need to stand and protect the vulnerable The ones who cannot speak We must stand up for justice So Aurora and I went We walked the line we sang the woman warrior song as we walked the mountain Led by matriarchs of this Land we were there all day We walked past the rope we sat down in that space in between and listen to stories from grandma Losa They brought more of their people and eventually one by one started to take them away I spotted the one the one who had pulled the hair of an indigenous woman I pointed him out I yelled I screamed I escalated My heartbeat was outside of my body And so was hers I was told to D escalate I was helped by a woman who gave me nettle tea I was asked to stay the night to protect the indigenous Until I shared with Frankie I was with child And I was released from duty to go and care for myself and her But it was too late That week I had an ultrasound and we couldn’t find her heartbeat The results said she was kept growing so I carried her for weeks morw as I taught children summer camp telling them the stories of the trees being taken down Then one day I started to bleed I could feel her coming I could feel her birth At the side of the car parked along a ditch in the outskirts of the city spent three hours between pain and pleasure feeling like at the edge of the world between death and life I could hear baby rats squealing and squeaking from inside the ditch decide the car I wondered if they were being born at the same time in that moment calling fourth life as death was happening I roared I cried I sobbed I broke Three days later we went to bury her Close to the oceans edge we had a ceremony and spoke to her ancestors and gave thanks
Walking out , with blood on my hands, I recognized a woman , the same woman at fairy Creek who said “de-escalate” And had caught me as I nearly fainted I felt guilty like we were hiding something and told her why we were there and thanked her for her help in that moment , But that death had come that day we lost the battle at Caycuse Oh child of the Fire And of Fairy Creek thank you for your fight thank you for your siren your justice scream your strength and the courage You will never be forgotten You will always be remembered even in the way that the “Aurora Alley “ popped up outside River Camp I believe your spirit was so close and is still close may you find sweet refuge Back in this lagoon where you were created. Our children , are like the seedlings of the forest Our women , the trees , and The earth How do we care for Life and for Death ? On December 21 , 2022 on the winter solstice I was told that my auntie was going to meet her creator… This made me feel very angry because I did not feel it was time! From my experiences of death people usually pass away within three months of their birthday… This felt very unnatural So together with my mom my brother and my sister we went up to the hospital to say our goodbyes bringing her frankincense and other gifts to ease and bridge the world! But she did not pass away at all in fact she seemed rather annoyed at us as we said our goodbyes Realizing afterwards that my family had a little trauma over the loss of your father my aunties husband who had suddenly passed away in Thailand without a warning and our response to death feels immediate as a result like we want to be there no matter the distance we would drop everything So in this case I am very grateful for the extra time to have with my dear wise aunt one of my closest family members who is not only family but a dear friend Assume we share medicines and have even shared some travels in Costa Rica together experiencing a great awakening at a young age I remember as she shared a little medicine in my room and some of the wisdom that came from her Nana And how I felt as though I was lifting out of my bed and the corners of the hotel room resort were filled with cloud like mystical haze Ever since then I have loved my visits with my auntie Sharon who was once known as the black sheep of the family for her spiritual connection to those on the other side otherwise known as a spiritual medium Her mother too practised the same spiritual craft born on October 31 in auspicious day and holiday in the Celtic calendar where the veils between the worlds were thin Who this month I have been on a bit of a sabbatical to write and to create I found myself calling to the Cowichan Valley instead of going to Mexico as I wanted all my time to be very much on purpose I had the opportunity to stay with a dear friend at her ecosinuary for the week where I could visit my auntie every day bringing her gifts Of natural medicine and beauty … I realize that my aunt had a lot of energy left in her and a lot of wisdom yet still to teach and share and that she was still going to be with us for sometime However when a little songbird took her last flight in front of us and crashed into Cari‘s deck I felt death calling for more just than this little bird And then the next few days carry realized one of her beautiful best friends, Nikki her dog was dying The day is that followed went quick and as the vet showed up with medicines that would bring her final breath others showed up to grieve and to support Days before Sarah Kerr PhD founder of sacred Deas and teacher of working as a death Doula was on the land… I had a few moments of intimate connection with her and one of the biggest impacts of what was said was beauty is the solution to grief. So together through the beauty of song and flowers we held a Sacred ceremony ritual for this best friend and pet. So many questions continued to arised after this. How do we hold ritual for grief? How do we hold ceremony for the losses and rights of passages that we go through? How do we tend to the dying? And then the bodies of those that have passed whether they be pets peoples or placentas from miscarriages? I’m going to continue this journey of exploration and along the way I will gather the tools and medicines to help in this process . whether it be through sacred death dream pillows, Gathering greif songs , Creating flower Mandela rituals, or planting trees over the bodies of lost children …. I know with a little help from community and contributing more from the beauty on our lives we can help each other grow and grieve … Every month on a Sunday morning , music songstress and bush craft mamas hold a gathering called BackYard Sessions. These are open to the community of all ages.
They run from 9 AM until 1 PM, beginning with an opening circle of gratitude, A lighting of the fire, sensory awareness and nature connection activity.. then going into the teachings of a few ancestral skills, differing each session. This week we got to explore friction fire including a group bow drill demonstration! Where children and adults of all ages participated in the “cooperative tug-of-war “ Of a homemade bow drill kit. This tradition goes back into Many land based cultures including Celtic times in the sacred lighting of the Beltane fire. Ingrid, Who attended the 8 shields tracker school back in New Jersey, continue to share the skills of basket leaving this time twining mini baskets! I had the great joy to join in today as a guest teacher, working with Plant and animal fibers to weave God‘s eyes with the children ! You can find out more about Cari‘s offerings on her website for the Lila Music Farm School - Www. Joythroughmusic.com Every winter I get six weeks off from Forest school , a time where I often head south. After spending a wonderful Christmas with my blood family, I had thought that I was going to head south to the Baja, a rhythm that I know well! So I subletted my house , And only days before the new year I found my plans were changing of a proposed work trip south ! Welcoming the Mercury retrograde… I gracefully excepted the change in my plans as I was feeling a strong pull towards community! After a beautiful New Year’s Eve with the Elemental Collective in sooke , I decided I truly wanted to spend more time connecting with the villages I’ve been getting to know on the island for the last seven years A beautiful soul sister leased me her SUV and I built a nest in the back… perfect for winter camping! After watching the Avatar , the way of the water , I knew I wanted to be close to the Playa for the first couple weeks of the new year, spending my time jumping in the ocean and searching for hot tubs and saunas! I met a mother and daughter living in a long bus - in which she had built up herself… This beautiful space ended up serving as the central hearth for other travellers , aunties and uncles together! Sharing our foods , our stories and our medicines …and deepening in our hearts, I have felt truly truly blessed! Getting to watch sunrises and the moon changing its phases along the ocean has definitely felt like the next best thing to the Baja… Perhaps even better as this place I am deeply rooting into and weaving the connections of the hearth❤️ I’m feeling called to make a map- a beautiful map of the villages and communities that are gathering together in truth and freedom. Please feel free to follow me on my blog or sign up for a newsletter for further updates into the weavings and dreamings of the collective It takes a village We are not alone Find your tribe find your like-minded beautiful humans! What a wonderful week of coming down from the full moon in cancer An archetypal sign , that brings us into our world of home , emotions, and the mother archetype… then The moon passing through the constellation of Leo the archetype of expression and social connectivity! Often full moons can leave us with a feeling of being “hung over” with the high tides of emotions and the emptying out after being so full. This cusp of Cancer and Leo, was the moon in which I came into this world I love it and I know it well. During this week , I transitioned out from being with blood family and a housesit, with my sister, and into the world of unknown - car camping for my winter vacation! During this time , I was reconnected with soul family! January 6 , brought the Epiphany , which is a celebration of the three “Wiseman” travelling from afar , being guided by the stars… Arriving with their gifts and sharing their value of gold , myrrh and frankincense! During this time , I guided a tour with children , to one of the most sacred places I know- of where I have laid many stones, from around the world -Colombia to Scotland - building a bridge between our ancestors in hopes of reconciliation, deep honouring and reverence . Following this I continued West , onward to Jordan River , the land of sunrises and sunsets, moon rises Moonglows and moon sets on water . I came into celebration with some new soul family- a mother and child …and friends on journeys searching for the place to lay their roots and investments . Sharing knowledge , wisdom , joy, love and medicines , we came together to share dreams and hold one another in the manifestations of intentions , seeing their true values. This morning we parted our ways, while a few of us continued on to the most south western tip of Vancouver Island - port renfrew and then up to continue to Weave the villages! With intentions of meeting up again , perhaps in the next full moon or guidance from the stars! On the way out I found a stone… A very epic huge stone a chrysanthemum stone found both in Canada and China - used for the great manifestation and the underground weavings of our dreams to fruition! The stone will carry these intentions for the travellers to find their homes they homes looking for! The parallel incidence was two of us in the group of four were of Chinese ancestoty! Let’s build those underground tunnels from the root up♥️Thank you golden dragons and earth guardians 💫 Until the next time dear tribe!!! On the Loss of Child Childless Mother The tears of MaryGather Mary’s Tears
There is no running or hiding from the grief or pain that lays inside ones cells They will pop up all around you To remind you Of the tears you hold inside They will pop out of the autumn‘s ground As flowers that hold myths of Mary’s tears The pain a mother knows of the loss of a child A miracle child that her whole heart loves And Greives On every moon cycle you bleed you grieve The child is not here Gather Mary’s tears They will jump out on nursing logs or in evergreen forests As the berries of lily-of-the-valley‘s Marys tears As full of poison as they are They hold the key to turning an opening the tears to fall Gather your tears They are gold Bring them to the bubbling Brooks Were the ancient ones Lay beneath The nature spirits of blue and green Gather their honouring your tears They are gifts to the earth Bring them For this pain you carry You are not alone It is in the heart of every mother who loves their child The greatest fear of loss Is the experience you know And in your pain You carry the medicine Gather Mary’s tears Animal Medicine . This has been one of the most potent parts of my life since my auntie gave me my Nanas animal medicine cards n book from the 80s decades ago …. To when I was a small child when my father would tell me that the animals would talk to me🙏🏽 During our gathering this week a friend of ours saw an owl get struck. We held ceremony for this wise Great horned being , then processed the owl to be honoured for future use of ceremony. this gathering we had a wonderful new addition to our team someone who has been raised in the firemaker culture since he was two, and experience in eating wild foods. despite what the Internet said with regards to eating bird of prey , we felt called to process, a portion of its breast meat. you are what you eat! taking in this medicine one at a time sharing what Owl medicine meant to each of us, I welcomed in the gifts of wisdom and integrity, and being able to hold discernment for truth. this was truth for me to partake… A few hours later I stood at the sink, making popcorn, when another new team member came up to me to ask what Owl medicine was to me… As I was sharing how connected I felt with this animal… She exclaimed oh my goodness there’s an owl… I looked beyond only another 5 m and there she was staring at us from the ground almost with a head tilt with deep curiosity knowing and hearing🙏🏽listening to our conversation . Closest I’ve ever been with an owl ❤️ this was truly one of the most connective & integrative experiences of my life🦉 Thank you to all who shared this deep deep meaningful experience 🙏🏽 ( Photo credit unknown) Owls in Celtic Culture symbolize occult knowledge and sight working in esoteric arts, and the Ability to see through deception and discerning truth
Owls in Greek culture also represented a similar type of wisdom and are often seen with Athena archetypal goddess of wisdom. “Athena, the Greek goddess of wisdom, had a companion Owl on her shoulder which revealed unseen truths to her. Owl had the ability to light up Athena’s blind side, enabling her to speak the whole truth, as opposed to only a half truth.” -Jamie Sams - Cherokee/Iroquois author of Medicine cards There once lived a man who was probably born in the season of Leo. He loved the morning sun And would bask in it’s rays at his window. This was his favourite p Place to pray and meditate, To connect and listen to God/ Creator. But the town where he was living was made of rulers who dictated and told the citizens they must obey another God Daniel remain true to his face and his belief He was deeply connected with his creator and did not want to hide . He knew that only God was his judge just as the name Dan means. One day the towns people started to get upset and reported to the politicians who had made new rules that danielle did not want to follow because he was following the truth in his big heart They came from him and threatened to feed him to the lions If he kept praying at the window. Now where their story takes place, there was no zoo but there was a den of roaring lions. Daniel was not afraid For he had a braveheart And he knew only God was his judge He did not fear with the government said and told him to do He followed the truth in his own heart The government came and did what they said they were going to do And the cast am into a pit with hungry lions Daniel proceeded as usual and while he was down there he prayed and kept his faith to his creator The towns people listened to below the pit but there was only silence If you’ve ever seen or heard a lion Add feeding timewould know that it isn’t so pretty as I used to watch them at the Calgary zoo. The towns people listened at morning lunch and night yet there was still not a sound from in the den On the second or third day to governments workers came to Den to see why the pit had grown silent As they rolled away the stone the light shining and Sean onto Daniel Beaming with golden rays in the face of the lion The towns people shouted how are you still alive Because I have faith in my creator I have courage in my heart and my prayers have been answerered I have been following a thread of Daniels Dantes and Danny’s for the last three weeks… And finding the common strings between them
since the 0808 portal, known as the Lionsgate I have been meditating with the lion. What do they want to teach us Courage in the heart be a brave heart… The way into the golden rays or in the kingdom of God is through the heart So what was it about all these Daniels and Dante‘s and Danny’s? They are brave and courageous and willing to take a risk willing to be persecuted, to remain Integra in their faith Where will you stand in the face of persecution from governments or tyrant rules? I think danielle has a little message for us in these days of stepping into our truth and true power The Art of dying and ceremony As I lay flat on the Clay banks I was completely soothed by the earth Replenished by the earths electromagnetics Cleansed by the sage brush around Feeling more tuned in and clear, I walked towards the Okanagan Lake cemetery , with Peace in my Heart and strength . There gathered a broken village to celebrate and honor the life of my grandmother , Audrey May Berquist , who passed at the age of 88 through the portal way of the spring equinox. By the age of 22 This great mother had already had five children. Her life dedicated to the raising of them , and then their are many children. 7 children and 50 plus Grand and great grandchildren were held together by this matriarch. A determined strong Aries woman, her family was her life. She was the Child of Carl Berquist of Sweden and Emily Berquist of England . The special day was planned to give her a beautiful resting place next to my grandfather . Week before we had crafted a very large queen bee , and so honoured her in this position, and then passed it to my mother oldest of eight siblings to be the next rising matriarch Little did we know that we would be burying our auntie Cindy & Aunty Pat, alongside her. My auntie Cindy, left behind her five beautiful children who we were once very close with. My heart poured out with love for them for the unimaginable to lose a mother Cindy Ann Breen , with whom I share the same middle name, Had a hard life . She was in pain .. and I am at peace knowing she is in the arms of the angels. She love to write , to dance, and loved deeply I found out that she was deeply loved by her mother and father and they saw her for the good heart she was. Megan found this picture and it touched our hearts as a mother welcomed her daughter home I can only imagine them together in the next world now🙏🏽 We also buried the ashes of my sweet auntie Patsy
Who dedicated her life and service to others She worked as a nurse An angel in human form And everyone knew she loved bumblebees I was not able to make it to her dying bed years ago But I was visited By bumblebee for three days It has flown into my house with a broken wing so I sat with her through the passing on her final breaths Remembering the stories my Irish teacher shared about when a soul was ready to depart , the midwives would call on the invisible bees to help to carry that person on , thru the wings of these miracle workers … to the next world. Three days later the bumblebee I was sitting with passed away as did my auntie, years later I found out in some of her last breath she called out….bumblebees I am so grateful that I got the chance to speak and Share make it to this special ceremony as I missed her last service Side-by-side we stand, we must form these beautiful circles to honour the ones we love through appreciation and remembrance Thru song , weaving and dreaming, we welcome Holy Spirit in, to help us bring comfort to the grieving ones To bring angels of healing, and hope of the next world🙏🏽 |
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