Voice of the Redwoods

Angel’s Call

Diane — Tue, 02 Feb 2010 22:33:51 +0000

Whispery wings
Brush past my cheeks.
I am enmeshed
In dew-moist traces.

Redwood needles
Cushion my steps.
The silence –
Profound, deep, ancient.

Sound of skittering bird,
Whirl of dragonfly,
Fragrance of dusty resin
From heart of redwood tree.

Mother Earth
Cries for water,
Nourishment,
For healing Presence.

The air is filled
With Angels,
Ready to be called.

I connect to Earth Mother.
I connect to Angelic Presence.
I connect to Source.

My shoulder blades
Sense where wings once fluttered.
My Radiant Heart
Surrounds the planet.

I AM.

Dive Into Now

Diane — Wed, 20 Jan 2010 19:58:02 +0000

Dive into Now.
Know the Infinite.

Feel the Presence
Wrap you in the Light
Of the quantum field
Of pure potentiality.

Be with
Quiet Mind.

Be with
Softened Ego.

Be with
Open Heart.

Allow the Presence
To pour Love’s Light
Into every cell of your Being.

Be with
The Oneness of All That Is.

Radiate
Love’s Light
From your Heart.

You are with the Light.
You are of the Light.
You are Light.

Light illuminates your Path.
Heart knows where feet must go.

Follow the Light.

Home

Diane — Wed, 20 Jan 2010 19:51:19 +0000

Opening hearts
Awakening minds
Arise.

Feel strong wings
Lifting you up
So that you may soar.

Softening egos
Sweetening voices
Gentling eyes
Are yours to experience.

Your heart leads the way.

One step,
one step more,
and so the journey
Begins.

Have faith.
You walk with Angels
towards Home.

Reality

Diane — Wed, 20 Jan 2010 19:47:29 +0000

Once upon a time
The world was solid
Bones, skin, flesh made real
Through thought and word.

Once upon a time
I knew …
Sky was blue
Grass was green
Rain was wet.

Suddenly –
No more knowing.
Bone and flesh –
Same.

Arm bent like Gumby.
Body, flesh, skin –
No difference.

Through the skin
Molecules greeting each other
In passing –
Sliding between –
No separation.

Finally,
Arm re-members
Finds its width, depth, heft.
“There you are!”

Skin against skin
Bone made dense
Flesh made dense
Around it less dense.

… still …

Ireland, Revisited

Diane — Wed, 20 Jan 2010 19:36:41 +0000

This land is ancient. The wild lonely wind whips from one horizon to another, sweeping the land of all high plants. Spongy and moss-like, water pools in my footprints on the Connemara high bog. The speckled grey, green, ocher boulders, jut out of the landscape, lonely sentinels to the wide-open sky, wildflowers massed in the crevices. A small lake is contained in a low place next to the freshly paved road from Roundstone to Clifdon.

This land is ancient. My eyes see the land, ground, boulders, lake. Overlaid, as if through a veil, I see an ancient tribe camped by the lake, smoke fires, women cooking, men repairing tools, children gathering water for the evening meal. I see the land of eight thousand years ago. In the distance, scattered trees — stunted, spreading oak-like, twisting limbed. The air is warmer and the light is different, perhaps it is summer in that time and place. I sense I know this place from a previous life.

This land is ancient. So much blood has been spilt; rivalry, hatred, revenge. We have grounded violent and dark energies into the Earth for cleansing. We are detached from the land; unaware of planting and regeneration cycles, unaware of the aliveness of rock, soil, water, plants, animals. This land will no longer soak up our blood, our hate, our separateness. It has been patiently waiting for communion, returning, respect and gratitude of its unconditional loving partnership. Tendrils of compassion and hope are alive that we will Awaken to the Oneness.

Listen to this ancient land. Open your heart and listen. She awaits.

Sound and Light of the Divine

Diane — Sat, 12 Sep 2009 16:08:52 +0000

Mother Earth, Father Sky,
Thank you for your lightening and thunder dance.
For the west coast this is a spectacular gift!
Thank you.

I stand under the stars on our hill.
Dry grass smells of fresh rain.
Sky jumps with bolts of God-light.
Air roils, thunder turning sound inside out.

To the East, to the South, to the West, to the North,
Surrounded by God’s message made visible.
What is your message of Love?

“You are not alone.
Unseen forces are here to help you to Wake Up.
My Love is expressed in Light and Sound.
My Love is abundant.

My Love for you is
In every blade of grass,
In every drop of water,
In the air you breathe,
In the land you walk upon.

My Love for you has no bounds,
No rules,
No barriers to experience.

All bounds, rules, barriers and obstacles
To feeling my Love for you
Are created by you
Within your physical existence.

My Children,
Know that you are in free will and choice,
Including the choice to feel my Love for you.

Look deep into your heart and ask,
What brings you Joy?

What brings you Joy that
Flows up from the soles of your feet,
Radiates out of your heart,
Makes your voice sing?

Wake up to that Joy.
Remake Earth as an expression of that Joy.
God’s Joy.
The Joy of Creation.”

Prayer of Thanks to Mother Earth

Diane — Sat, 12 Sep 2009 00:34:17 +0000

Mother Earth,
I thank you for your beauty, your generosity, your love.
Your beauty is everywhere — I thank you.

I thank you for your physical self : your soil, your water, your air, your trees.
I thank you for your spiritual self.
I thank you for your energetic self.

I thank you for not shaking us off like fleas off a dog.

I am yours.
Use me to heal your toxicity, your pain, your trauma.
Use me to transmute your sorrow into joy.

We are your children.
We are Children of the Earth.
Thank you for being a good Mother for our growing up.

My heart is your heart.
Your heartbeat is my heartbeat.
I feel your awakening in my whole being.

Blessed be.

An Invocation

Diane — Tue, 02 Dec 2008 17:55:16 +0000

In prayer, the Presence of Chief Seattle (Sealth) has joined me today.
Here is our Invocation:

Hiieeahh, ahh, ahh, ahh. Hiieahh, ahh, ahh, ahh.
I call all Beings of Light.
Cleanse this Earth of all toxins.
Cleanse all cells, molecules, and atoms.
Return our Mother to Power and Beauty.

Hiieeahh, ahh, ahh, ahh. Hiieahh, ahh, ahh, ahh.
Bless all trees, plants, algae, for they provide for our air and soil.
Bless all animals, worms, bacteria, for they provide for our nutrients.
Bless all minerals, earth, and water, for they provide for our life force.

Hiieeahh, ahh, ahh, ahh. Hiieahh, ahh, ahh, ahh.
All Beings who wish to do so, join my Song.
I ask for assistance during this Time of Ascension.
Ease our Hearts, open our Voices, teach us to Sing in Harmony.

Hiieeahh, ahh, ahh, ahh. Hiieahh, ahh, ahh, ahh.
I Sing the Song of the Earth.

Ho.

Pattern of Life

Diane — Wed, 26 Nov 2008 07:01:57 +0000

I am meditating on a beautiful Fall day on the San Francisco Bay. The sailboats are out, birds are gliding above me, the sun on my cheeks is warm, the breeze is briskly cool. I am on a point looking at the sun on water making a broad path towards the Golden Gate Bridge. I am surrounded by a sense of beauty.

The bay is alive. The light on the water is alive. The sparkles of the wavelets are blue, pink, yellow, purple, red, white. They sparkle in synchronization with the thrum of the boat engines going by. It is almost as if the pattern of light contains a message. What is it trying to say? Joy, ease, flow.

Each wavelet has a brief life of its own. Rise up, sparkle, subside. Rise up, sparkle, subside. The energy for the creation of the wavelet comes from below the surface of the water. The movement of the water creates a coherence of all the sparkling wavelets. Each wavelet, by itself, has little significant, and yet, collectively they create patterns, movement, drifts, currents. A boat slices through the water temporarily disrupting the wavelets, then the collective resumes its pattern and movement.

I go deeper into the meditation. The light on the water talks to me.

I sense a profound Knowing — this is my Vision. Our lives, in each lifetime, are like the wavelets. We rise up, sparkle, then subside. Each lifetime we think is the sum total of who we are, and yet we are part of the pattern of Light — each existence is a Light-time. The waves are not separate from the bay water they are made of just as we are not separate from Source. We are each a part of Source, and contain that Divinity that is our birthright. Collectively we create coherent patterns of Light that is an Entity, a Life, of its Own. In each Light-time we may experience gentle and beautiful patterns or turbulent patterns, but all of us together create the patterns, movements, and currents of Light that is the world we live in.

Perhaps the difference between the wavelets and us is that we have free will and choice. Our lives may feel like we’re being moved around by our neighboring wavelets… but maybe our ability to see into our own Hearts and find our own Voice provides us the opportunity to change the course of the currents we find ourselves in. Much to ponder…

Reflections on 08/08/08

Diane — Fri, 08 Aug 2008 09:24:37 +0000

Today is a day of beauty, hope, and joy. In Northern California the sun gently shines on my vegetable garden. Planted from seeds late in the season, the beans, peas, cucumbers, and zucchini are busting with vitality. Reaching their stems and leaves towards the sky, they make room for the vegetable forms which are their seed containers. They grow so quickly, almost before your eyes — the experience is joyful, hopeful, and affirming. There is something magical about today, and the plants sense this. They know that life is worth living fully, in this moment, that growth and renewal is enough. They seem to embody the pure joy of life which is this day’s birthright.