Monday Oracle – 15 January 2018

 “Three things in human life are important: the first is to be kind; the second is to be kind; and the third is to be kind. – Henry James

 

Hello, Lovelies!

January is a month for easing ourselves into the energies of 2018, for resting and recharging, for planning and dreaming and for tuning in to what can support us in the year ahead.

Keep that in mind as we look at the gifts of awareness which the oracle card Little Red Cap brings us.

This week (from January 17) the energies of 2018 finally kick in. Little Red Cap reminds us that we get to choose where we put our focus this year, and that this is a great week for all forms of planning and committing to your goals and dreams.

Did you start this new year full of hope and ready for change, and then it all started to come unstuck in the past few days? As 2017 comes to an end we are getting ripples of old patterns of thought and behaviour coming up for us to recognise so that we can choose differently as we step into 2018.

If you’ve started a new diet for 2018 and already sabotaged it, found yourself back in old patterns of distressing behaviour with family members, negative self-talk or limiting thinking stop and take a deep breath. Recognise old patterns and then choose differently! Forgive yourself and move on without dwelling on mistakes and failures. Think about what it is that you want this year. Think about what you want to create or manifest or share. Choose where to put your focus – choose what lights you up or feels good to you. Put your attention on what you want, rather than on what you don’t want. Deal with issues as they arise but don’t make problems your main priority. Face yourself into the sunshine, hold onto the vision for your journey and keep moving forward. Treat yourself kindly, and treat others with that same kindness too.

Let me give you an example. Imagine you want to make a road trip, but your car has a flat tyre (yes, this is a metaphor for life!).

The old way (pre 2012) was to dwell endlessly on the need to ‘fix yourself’, finding more and more to work on as the first ‘problem’ became healed. We wouldn’t just change the tyre, we’d think about why we created the flat tyre, and what else in our past or our thoughts could have contributed to the flat tyre. We’d also look at all of the flat tyres we’d ever had before. Then we’d look at everything else that was possibly wrong and might need fixing. It was an endless cycle of ‘self-improvement’, and the road trip may well have been entirely forgotten as we worked earnestly on our ‘broken self’.

The new way (this new post-2012 era) is to think about your journey, effect any repairs quickly or get help to do so, and then get on your way. The emphasis is on where you want to go! What do you want to experience, create, manifest or share on this road trip of yours? It’s about the journey, not about the flat tyres. Little Red Cap invites you to hold a spirit of adventure and possibility in your heart this week as you look to your year ahead.

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Supportive crystals this week?

Selenite helps you to be kind to yourself. It will also connect you into your guides, angels and psychic ability. Fantastic for gently guiding you inwards. Red Jasper is a stone for mental, physical and emotional rejuvenation. Deeply grounding, it helps you connect to your heart and your truth and encourages clear boundaries. Lapis Lazuli is a super stone for boldly moving in new directions with insight and wisdom. If you are stressed or anxious about the past or about habits or thoughts that keep you stuck in the past Black Tourmaline is the best stone for you this week.

 

Helpful essential oils?

I’m still loving Young Living’s Envision this week. It’s an oil blend I often use in my workshops and retreats to help my students connect to inner wisdom and intuition. It helps us to see a greater possibility for ourselves. Use Envision for spiritual connection, inspiration and breakthroughs. Dab a drop on your Crown Chakra, back of neck, over your heart, wrists and the soles of your feet, inhale directly or add to your diffuser. 

Want to make your own blend? Each of the following oils will work beautifully on their own for you this week, but they’ll also make a delicious combination for diffusing. Vetiver will calm and ground us, promoting emotional balance, Lavender keeps us in flow and relaxed, Ylang Ylang opens our hearts and is supportive when we feel anxious or overwhelmed, and Bergamot brings joy, gratitude and optimism.  To diffuse add 2 or three drops of each oil to your room or personal diffuser. You can find the oils here.

 

Holding you, as always, in my thoughts, prayers and meditations, and intending for you a life of abundance and joy, where you are no longer limited by your doubts.

All my love,

Nicole ❤ xx

PS: Monday’s oracle card, ‘Little Red Cap’, is from the Inner Child Cards – A Fairy-Tale Tarot. I use any cards shown as a prompt for channeled messages and my own own intuitive wisdom, so my take is sometimes quite different to the meaning found in a book. 

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The Week Ahead – Oracle Reading for Monday 12 December

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“Civilization is always threatened from below, by patterns of belief and emotion that may once have been useful to our ancestors, but that are useful no longer.”
~ Roger Scruton

“Whereas moral courage is the righting of wrongs, creative courage, in contrast, is the discovering of new forms, new symbols, new patterns on which a new society can be built.”
~ Rollo May

 

Hello, Lovelies!

Here’s the oracle card I have chosen this Monday, and my take on the energetic outlook for the week ahead.

‘Morality’ is from the Osho Zen Tarot deck. This card signifies the great importance of the week ahead. It’s a potent time for pattern breaking – both the patterns and limiting mindsets that we have created for ourselves, and for the perpetuated and limiting patterns that have been passed down through our family lines.

Please stop judging yourself and others for past decisions and actions. It’s never helpful, and it holds us tied to thsoe old energies and actions. Instead, seek to recognise limitations, embrace forgiveness, then make different choices which create space for healing and change.

Remember that who and where you’ve been doesn’t have to decide your future, it only informs your past. You’re bigger than your past. And we’re always growing, changing and moving on.

 

December is a time for reflection, and for sitting in the Supermind. This month we’re encouraged to truly give thought to who we are, where we’ve been, and where we want to go next.

As part of our reflection we’ll be able to see our current blocks and obstacles much more clearly this week. It’s a week that supports our decision to bust through these limits, or simply to start believing in a different story for ourselves and our futures.

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Image from www.quoteaddicts.com

 

We’re reminded to think kindly of ourselves and to come from a place of love and compassion in all that we do, this week and always.

Don’t keep mindlessly buying into the dramas of other people, or of the world. Choose to live with hope and optimism. Use your awareness to create shift and change, starting with yourself.

This is a fabulous week for creating a crystal grid to help release and heal old limiting ancestral patterns of thinking and behaviour. Clearing and healing family lines as 2016 draws to a close will enable us to move into 2017 with a clean slate, and a host of fresh and new possibilities.

I have seen many changes and synchronicities happen after creating such a grid. What matters most is your intention to break patterns, to heal, to be inclusive and to come from a place of love.

If you visit my shop (link at top of this page) you’ll find some downloadable instructions under the ‘Free Stuff’ category to guide you through the process of creating your own crystal healing grid to help close out 2016.

I have also set up an Ancestors and Songlines crystal healing grid here on the farm. If you’d like to be a part of my grid, please pop over to that blogpost, or to my facebook page (click to follow the links) and add your name. I’ll program and dedicate a crystal to you, and then place it within the grid. From today I’ll be posting pictures on Instagram and Facebook of the stones I’ll be dedicating for you. Look out for yours!

If you’d like me to see a picture of your grid, then please tag me with #cauldronsandcupcakesgrid or post to my facebook page and I’d be thrilled to come take a look. <3

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Need some extra support to break patterns and beliefs?

Over in my shop is another free download called Soul Healing Statements. Download this sheet, and then choose the affirmations that resonate for you. Repeat them often, and let them help to rewire your thoughts and beliefs in positive ways.

 

Supportive crystals this week? Green Aventurine, Rhodochrosite, Labradorite, Smoky Quartz and Snowflake Obsidian.  Helpful essential oils? Young Living’s Joy essential oil blend, or  a combination (or singly!) of any of rose, cedarwood, lavender, bergamot and frankincense.

Wishing you a breakthrough week of wisdoms, insights and shift. Release, forgive, and embrace hope this week. As we close out 2016 and step towards these new energies of 2017 allow yourself to connect back into optimism.

Holding you, as always, in my thoughts, prayers and meditations.  All my love,

Nicole ❤ xx

Poems, Prayers and Promises

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Image from miriadna.com

“Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?”
~ Mary Oliver

 

I saw a new lyme doctor yesterday. Why a new doctor? It goes like this:

The first doctor I saw diagnosed me but wouldn’t treat me because ‘lyme was contentious and he was trying to fly under the radar’. My second doctor treated me aggressively with antibiotics and herbs, saving my life. The AMA put restrictions on his practice and prevented him from offering treatment to lyme patients. My third doctor – highly respected as a lyme physician here in Australia – had one appointment with me, where he prescribed a new and intense drug regime, shortly after which he took leave of absence for health reasons. I waited and waited for him to come back to work, and then found out in late December that he was no longer treating lyme patients as their immediate physician.

Meanwhile symptoms I’d not had for a long time had flared up, new problems had emerged, and I was keen to find someone who knew what they were doing and who could offer me continuity of care. After realising there was no-one in charge of me and not likely to be for some time I’ve been winging it, with a little help from my kind and courageous GP, and my own intuition. Winging it, I think I’ve done quite well, but still, I’m no doctor.

As you might imagine, I woke apprehensive. Discussions with other doctors had suggested that this year I’d have an even more harsh offering of drugs to take. That this year would need to be hard-core to make up the ground I’d so recently lost. I’d been told I’d need to see this new doctor and follow her own strict protocols as well as conventional lyme protocols for at least a year to get results.

I’m so tired of the pain, the brutality, the isolation imposed by both the disease and the treatment. As I lay in bed yesterday I offered up a prayer to the Universe. Let me get my answer today, I affirmed. I promise that whatever I am shown, I will honour that path.

In my mind I’d already decided that this doctor would be the last one. Intuition had led me to her. I’d already been given guidance in my channelled sessions that this year I would eventually forgo drugs. I would eventually forsake the last vestiges of traditional medicine, and I would find a way to heal, thoroughly and well.

This is it, I thought. My last roll of the dice.

But it didn’t feel like luck. It felt like I was standing on the edge of a cliff, from which I would either fall or fly.

Paradigm shift. They were the words that kept playing in my head. Those words and the fragment of a Mary Oliver poem, Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?

Image from Terri Pope

Image from Terri Pope

I knew I was missing something. Some vital thing. A  key that would unlock this whole mess. A clue that would break me open and in the same breath begin to piece me back together again; gently, gracefully and with meaning.

I sat in the doctor’s office and we talked shop. Drugs, stats, bloods, symptoms, history. The usual. All the things she’d asked for.

‘You’re psychic,’ she said, reading my file, where for once I’d been bold enough to list that as my occupation. ‘That’s a real gift. Intelligent too, I can see. No-one would have developed this complexity of treatment protocols for themselves without deep intelligence.’

She looked at me, and held my gaze. ‘This isn’t my usual approach. But I assume you’re good at what you do too. I can see you have most of this under control. I don’t need to spend time discussing diet and nutrition with you. You’ve done most of the things I would recommend. I can see how sick you’ve been. How sick you still are. And you and I both know I can’t heal you – that healing comes from some other place. So, what do you need to heal – quickly, easily and with grace? How could you love your dis-ease?’

This wasn’t how I’d expected the session to go. I’d expected that she would tell me.

‘It’s funny,’ I said to her after pausing to gather my thoughts. ‘I fought so hard not to be psychic. But lyme stripped everything else away from me until it was the only thing left that I could do.’

I thought a bit more, and a realisation came to me like rays of light penetrating a deep dark forest. ‘You know,’ I said, leaning towards her, ‘when I do my psychic work, no matter how ill I might be, I move into a different space. A higher vibration. For that time I operate as if I don’t have lyme. And the effect lasts for a few hours afterwards, before I eventually come back into this disease state.’

She kept looking at me, holding that space for me, and suddenly I knew. Words tumbled out of me…

‘I’ve been so ashamed to be who I am. To be psychic. I’ve felt so guilty that I did not turn out the way my parents and teachers expected. The way society expected.’ I knew it to be true as they were coming out of my mouth. Guilt. Shame. Judgement. Such low vibration words. The complete opposite of the way I felt when I was firmly in my truth, owning my gift and living as a psychic, a shaman, as a spirit woman, guide and teacher. There I was open, I was light, I was in flow and everything in the world was beautiful and good. I was everything and everything was in me, and it was all as it should be. Peaceful. Blissful. Oneness.

There was more. I realised that I’d always held an expectation that when I eventually became well, that I should go back to my corporate life – the life in which my family and I had been so invested.

How could I ever be well when being well would mean walking away from my soul truth and my integrity to go back to living a life path dictated by others?

The shift in me was strong and immediate. Peace surged through me and calm lit every cell.

All I needed to do was own who I am. The beauty and the power and the strange rightness of this life. Of my skills and talents. Of my passion and my gift.

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Image from wallarthd.com

We both decided I need a light amount of drugs for a mop-up of one of my co-infections. A little retweaking of this and that, some healing and rewiring at an energetic level. I’ll keep using my herbs and essential oils. I’ll keep using my meditation and energetic healing. We’ll play it by ear, listen to my body’s own wisdom and see where that takes me. There’s some rebuilding to be done, some repair. But it is all fixable. It’s already shifting.

Finally, I have found a doctor who speaks my language and who can respect and mirror back to me what I most need to hear.

When I got home there was a message in my inbox. Dana, my PA, had forwarded me a poem sent by a lady called Illona. Thank you, Illona. It was so very timely.

It’s no coincidence that it’s also a Mary Oliver Poem.

I present the message in its entirety below:

Message: Nicole, I see this so much as who you are:

 

Today again I am hardly myself.

It happens over and over.

It is heaven-sent.

 

It flows through me

like the blue wave.

Green leaves – you may believe this or not – have once or twice emerged from the tips of my fingers

somewhere

deep in the woods,

in the reckless seizure of spring.

Though, of course, I also know that other song, the sweet passion of one-ness.

Just yesterday I watched an ant crossing a path, through the tumbled pine needles she toiled.

And I thought: she will never live another life but this one.

And I thought: if she lives her life with all her strength

is she not wonderful and wise?

And I continued this up the miraculous pyramid of everything

until I came to myself.

And still, even in these northern woods, on these hills of sand, I have flown from the other window of myself to become white heron, blue whale,

red fox, hedgehog.

Oh, sometimes already my body has felt like the body of a flower!

Sometimes already my heart is a red parrot, perched among strange, dark trees, flapping and screaming.

— Mary Oliver

 

big hugs

Oh my goodness how that validated everything I had seen and felt and known earlier that day. It was as if the Universe herself had turned up in my inbox to reflect to me the truth of that insight I was finally brave enough to own in my heart.

There is such wisdom and grace in the world when you open yourself to it.

Bless xoxo

Understanding Soul Groups

Family Tree by Normal Rockwell

Family Tree by Norman Rockwell

“Love is the voice under all silences, the hope which has no opposite in fear; the strength so strong mere force is feebleness: the truth more first than sun, more last than star…” ~ E.E. Cummings

I have not seen the Orchard Man for months, but I was not surprised when he walked out of the rain and gloom the night before last.

There had been a thunderstorm after midnight, which woke me right towards its end. Apparently I had slept solidly through the storm’s worst. As the rest of our little family snuggled down to go back to sleep I crept out onto the back veranda, where I sat in my rocking chair, looking out over the gardens and the citrus orchard which span the hill behind our farmhouse.

I had sat there in the dark perhaps ten minutes when the Orchard Man came. He was dressed in long heavy pants and a thick checked shirt. In one hand he carried a lantern. He stopped just by the magnolia tree, less than ten feet away from me, seemingly unaffected by the downpour.

“Good Evening,” he said unexpectedly. His voice was warm and his accent vaguely Irish.

I was so surprised that I stopped rocking. The Orchard Man had never interacted with me before.

“My name is John,” he continued. “And this time here, I see you are Nicole.”

“Yes,” I said. “Yes, I am.” I was so bound up with excitement and curiosity I could barely get the words out.

“You’ve scant rememberings,” John smiled. “‘Tis how it should be. But you’re of the line. You know you carry the gifts.”

I nodded. A barn owl swooped down and landed nearby.

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We both looked over to it. He cleared his throat.

“We’re known to each other, you see. Alice, who came to visit you and your sister; me, who came to follow Alice. We’re all soul kin. You’d be wanting to call us a Soul Group. We are each connected and we come through the line, together, or connected between this space and yours over and over through time and space.”

I felt it. I felt his words deep within me. I knew them to be true. And I felt something else, so sharp, so painful that my eyes pricked with tears. “I have no children, ” I said. “The line stops with me.”

“Aye. In the tree of this family the line stops with you. And it is as was planned, although you no longer remember. But that is not how a soul group works. We are threaded through the bloodlines of this wider family, and we will continue to reappear through the line as oft suits us. Younger souls, older souls – all helping each other, all growing and learning and becoming. Over and over again. Having no children in this life does not conclude the line, only this small branch of the tree.”

I couldn’t stop the tears that ran down my cheeks. I’d always thought that one day I would be a mother, and though I am resigned to it, part of me still aches that it will never be.

“You and I, we are gardeners tending the family line. We prune a branch here and there so that the tree may grow strong and true. There isn’t only this. We are eternal. You are eternal. We all endure. We all go on. And love, love binds us all. There’s no harm done in this line stopping here. It shall go on somewhere else in this vast old tree. We are always connected, and you are never, ever alone.”

Little Gardener - Image from CQMagOnline

Little Gardener – Image from CQMagOnline

I sniffled, and tried a smile. “Are you waiting for Alice?”

“Yes,” he smiled too, “but I was also waiting for you. It’s nearly your time, you see.”

I knew he didn’t mean dying. I can feel it too. This idea that something big is about to happen. I can feel it swelling within me, but I can’t put voice or shape to that thing yet.

I looked up and he was gone.

Another owl flew over and perched above me.

I will wait. And I will be patient. Because it’s coming, and that’s why I signed up for this life…

All is well.

We are never alone. And we are much loved. I know that with my whole heart.

Image by Erin Leigh

Image by Erin Leigh

The Owl and the Eagle

“Baby eagles can never soar under their family’s wing.”
~ Liu Yang

I woke yesterday morning to find a Powerful Owl sitting on the clothesline in the last shreds of darkness, feasting on something caught between its powerful talons. The owl paid me scant regard and finished his supper before flying up into the branches of the teak tree, where he has slept all day, in view of my writing desk.

I like that I can feel his presence. I like that he watches me. Our farm is home to many owls, and for me their arrival in so noticeable a way always signals that something is about to happen. Owls have a strong energetic connection to my maternal line, and to my psychic abilities. I spent most of the day wondering what I might be in for next – if perhaps Alice might pay me a visit, or the Orchard Man.

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Late yesterday afternoon Ben and I drove down onto the river flats to check the fences and to discuss planting a summer forage crop. Bert and Harry came along for the ride, but for once seemed quite happy to stay in the back of the ute, where usually they would leap out and head straight for the river.

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Ben and I walked the flats, our eyes at our feet, looking at the clovers and improved pastures and contemplating whether we’d have a wet or a dry summer. Still the dogs stayed in the back of the ute, mesmerised by something. They both craned their necks, so we did too, and there was one of our breeding pair of Wedgetail eagles, soaring on the thermals just above our heads. He’s huge, this eagle, and his wife isn’t much smaller.

He landed in a tree near us, watching. I felt like his eyes were right on me.

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Mr and Mrs Eagle built a massive platform nest last year and had their first clutch of chicks on our farm. Two eaglets made it to adulthood, and one of them still flies over our orchard from time to time. The other youngster has headed off to find their own patch of territory.

The eagle kept watching us as we drove the rest of the paddock, coming to a stop near the nesting area.

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His wife came out to see what we were doing, and then Mr Eagle swooped over us and home, some dinner between his claws. Their nest is so big that we could no longer see the birds, so we gave up and went down to the river for a swim before coming home to dinner.

As I sat in meditation last night a Barn Owl alighted in the Jacaranda. We exchanged glances as a a powerful swoosh-swooshing noise cut the air. The Powerful Owl sauntered past, flying between us just a few feet off the ground. He came to rest back on the clothesline again. Shivers ran down my spine and my arms came out in involuntary goosebumps, although the evening was mild.

I went to bed with that weird sensation of something about to happen.

And then my dreams were filled with all manner of craziness, culminating in me waking during a furious storm. I took myself outside to the back verandah where I could sit in the darkness and watch the rain and the blinking fairy lights in the poinciana tree.

So I was awake when the Orchard Man came.

But that’s a story for tomorrow…

Before we get back to Owls, let’s talk Fairies!

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Image from flora phone

“There are things 
that make no sense,
that seem unreal,
that can’t be grasped, 
or understood,
or explained,
that maybe don’t even exist…
And still, somehow, those wonderful things touch and change our lives.
Isn’t it strange?” 
― Richelle E. Goodrich, Secrets of a Noble Key Keeper

 

I present this information to you only as story, as interesting background. Although it might be more…

In modern times we often think of fairies as tiny winged creatures, flitting through the flowers, drinking from tiny tea sets and amusing animals and children. But once, fairies were considered to be a race all their own, some larger than humans, some human sized and similar in form, and some quite small, perhaps just a few feet high. They were closely associated with nature and the supernatural, and were considered to have ‘magical’ powers.

When you track back into ancient Irish, Norse and Scottish genealogies the lines start to become blurred between legend, mythology and fact. This is especially true once you start to weave in the fairy folk to these ancient lines.  It was once accepted that fairies walked among us, lived in certain places, and married into the lines of the Ancient Norse, Irish and Scottish Kings.

When a death or an important change was imminent, the Fairies sent owls as messengers to herald these deaths or changes.

Image from Flickr

Image from Flickr

It is also believed that a handful from the ancient family lines, whose blood shares fairy energy, reincarnate over and over, maintaining the ability to connect with the ‘fey’ – the fairies and other creatures of those ancient times – creatures not human, and in their own way, magical.

Each ancient family had its own fairy or fairy clan, and these fairies (as my friend Sokli would say) are geographically specific.

Owls are strongly connected to the Fairy Realms, and often act as messengers for the Fairies.

When I lived in the Kimberley, a vast ancient part of North Western Australia, my aboriginal friends would tell me about the Owls, and how they come as messengers of the Wanjinas, the Sky People who are Spirit Ancestors.  Owls are the children of the Wanjinas…

Aboriginal art - source Australian Museum

Aboriginal art – source Australian Museum

The Lady Who Walked Out of My Past

“I sustain myself with the love of family.” 
~ Maya Angelou

One late afternoon in April this year, the dusky sunset was shimmery and luminous.  A light rain fell, misting the cold air and making us hurry to light a fire and get inside where it was warm.

That evening the moon rose brightly amid patchy clouds, but the light stayed this eery silvery-blue colour.  All night I was covered in goosebumps, and the dogs were watchful and alert.  The owls came and sat in the trees and on the fences around our little farmhouse, and I wondered what might be afoot.

Whenever owls arrive, things seem to happen.  And our farm seems densely habited by owls. I’ve been being visited by owls since I was a girl.  Significant things have happened when owls have turned up in my life.  Owls heralded a massive leap in my psychic abilities when I was living in the Kimberley.  The night after my grandmother (my mother’s mother) died, an owl arrived in the tree outside my window and stayed there watching me for three days.

A year ago I found an owl feather and wove it into a Dream Catcher to place above my bed. And shortly after that the Orchard Man showed up.

At first I saw him from a distance, in broad daylight, standing on a ladder trimming the fruit trees in our orchard.  When I went to investigate there was no-one there.

Another time he walked past me holding a galvanised bucket and heading in the direction of our old dairy bales.  The dogs saw him too. But by now I had realised that he wasn’t ‘real’.  I wondered if he was a ghost, or a soul caught between dimensions.  I wasn’t really sure, and I never seemed to be able to get close enough to ask him.

Then, on this April night the Orchard Man was back, swinging his lantern around in the cold. Once again he headed up to the Orchard, and I lost sight of him amidst the trees.

I found it hard to sleep that night.  I was herxing badly from my lyme drugs – all achy and itchy and out of sorts. I lay in bed, tossing and turning, long after my husband had surrendered to sleep. At some stage I must have dozed off and when I woke again the bedroom was filled with a strange silvery-blue light.  A lady stood at the foot of my bed.  I instantly recognised her.  She was the spirit lady who’d visited and comforted my little sister when Simone was so ill as a child.

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Image from www.favim.com

Her name is Alice, and she’s from my ancestral line on my mother’s side. She’s come into my life because it’s time.  Time for me to keep a promise I made many lifetimes ago. A promise tied up with owls and fairies and family. A promise that has run through generation after generation of bloodlines.

So who is the Orchard Man? He isn’t here for me.  He’s here for Alice. He loved her once, and lost her, before they could be married. Ever since that life he’s been looking for her, waiting to meet up with her again.

He found her through the owls.  He found her through me.  He knew she’d come to find me, and so he waited for her in the orchard.  He’s looked for her, waited for her, through time and space. Now, after patient toiling, that April night he found her, as he knew he would. He saw her. She felt him. But she came for me.

Image by Jeff Carter

Image by Jeff Carter

I know that they will meet again.  I know that while I am here at this farm I have given them a window where they can be together.

Me? I feel the energy of my family stretching out across the generations and wrapping me in its love. I feel the weight of a great responsibility.  I feel the sparkle of a profound magic.

I see the owls.

There are so many stories in me.  And now is the time for them to be told…

The Silver-Blue Light of Love

“Love seeketh not itself to please,
Nor for itself hath any care,
But for another gives its ease,
And builds a Heaven in Hell’s despair.”
~ WILLIAM BLAKE

 

If I’m going to tell you about the Owls and the Orchard Man, I’d better first tell you about the Silver-Blue Light.  It was probably one of my first memories of psychic phenomena, and it is seared into my memory as clear as the night it happened.

My sister and I were tucked up in the little bedroom we shared in our childhood home.  It was late enough that our suburban street was all asleep, and a soft summer breeze moved the gauzy curtains slightly.  I was four years old, and my sister was two and a half.  Moonlight flooded our room.  I was awake because my sister was fretful, tossing and turning with a fever.  She had the bed closest to the window.  I lay with my back to her, watching the patterns that the moonlight and the leaves of the trees made on the wall beside me.

Simone wouldn’t settle and so I climbed into bed with her, but it was distressing because she wasn’t really aware that I was there.

The room gradually became illuminated with a soft silvery blue light.  It was different to the moonlight, but the shadows on the wall beside me became more indistinct.  Suddenly a lady was in our room.  She was pretty, with shiny hair caught up on her head, and a long dress with a skirt that puffed out a little, and was fitted around the waist and chest. A very old-fashioned lady, not old like my grandmothers, but old enough to be a mummy.

Gently she took my hand and led me back to my own bed.  Then she sat down on the edge of Simone’s bed and I lay there, mesmerised, as she stroked my sister’s hair and sang to her.  I couldn’t understand the words, and I knew it was another language.  My sister settled under her watchful care, and then woke up.

I heard the lady whisper to Simone, and then my sister replied ‘Wee’ in her little voice. It worried me to hear her say that.  Did she need to go to the potty?

It was only as an adult that I realised my sister had said ‘Oui’ and that the lady had been speaking French.

Then I was asleep, dreaming that I was a big girl, in my ‘other life’.  I dreamed of a place that my imagination would ever after lead me back to when I was sick, lonely or afraid.  It’s a place I still dream about, and it’s so important to me that it has worked its way into a book I am writing, about pirates and fairies and the end of the world…

I hadn’t thought much about that beautiful lady in recent years, until she turned up in my orchard a few months ago.

She’s the reason the Orchard Man has been waiting.  But she didn’t come because of him.  She came to see me….

And I know who she is now. But that’s a story for tomorrow.

Much love to you ♥ Nicole xx

A Powerful Time for Clearing and Change!

How have you been feeling, this past week or so? Not quite yourself? A little out of sorts? Take the poll below and see if any of this resonates for you – you might not have felt like this continuously (indeed, I hope you haven’t!), but if anything sounds familiar then tick the box!

Maybe you’ve noticed some of the events unfolding in this last week or so, including major solar flares, big full moon, and the discovery of what’s known as the god-particle.

We’re in the middle of incredible energetic flux right now. Sensitive souls will really be feeling it – but you signed up for this, so it’s time to start using this powerful energy of shift to create change. After all, isn’t that what 2012 is all about?

Over the next few months we have an incredible Universal Energy assisting us to  deal with clearing family patterns, ancestral patterns and our own patterns of thought, behaviour – even generational medical conditions that no longer serve us.

By working on your own patterns and emotions you will also be contributing to clearing them for your family line – both above (mothers, fathers, grandparents, great-grandparents etc) and below you (children, grandchildren etc).

You can do this yourself through prayer and meditation, reiki and other modalities you are comfortable with, but it’s also a great idea to seek out skilled healers and practitioners to assist you with your clearing and healing.  These might include natural health care providers, doctors, psychologists, counsellors, body workers and massage therapists, spiritual healers and intuitive and psychic counsellors or whatever else you are drawn to.  Remember that many souls have incarnated at this time expressly to help with this great change and unfolding.  You might well be one of them!

I know the energy might not feel all that great while we’re going through these shifts, but trust that the outcomes will be positive. Hold an intention for the Highest Good, for yourself and others.

What else can you do right now?

Crystals will be a great addition to your toolkit. (Some information on how to work with crystals here.)  Black tourmaline, snowflake obsidian and jasper will help keep you grounded. Citrine and turquoise will clear your head. Rose quartz will nourish your heart. Carnelian, Bloodstone and Hematite will strengthen and protect your physical body. Amethyst, clear quartz, sugalite and charoite will help with psychic connection.

Spend some time in nature. Our planet has a great capacity to nurture, ground and heal us. Unplug from the digital world for a while, and reconnect with your humanity.

Avoid toxic people and situations. (More on this in tomorrow’s blog!)

Honour your sensitivity. (Info on How to live as a Sensitive Soul here)

This is also a great time for an outpouring of creativity, for sudden clarity about your direction with career and relationships. Don’t be surprised to find that as things clear, life starts to rocket ahead for you in all sorts of wonderful ways, enhanced with much synchronicity and beautiful new connections.

I’ve also recorded a short Guided Meditation to help with this time.  All you need to do is find somewhere to sit or lie quietly for seven minutes, and then just follow my voice.

Nicole Cody’s Guided Meditation for healing old patterns

Allow yourself to feel a bit excited… It’s an amazing time we’re living in. Bless ♥