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 The Gaia method.

My Writing.

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  The Tree.

When you began this journey you were but a speck in the ocean, a seed of creation, full of potentials yet unformed.
Today you stand as a tree, your potential grown and blossoming for all to see. You now bear the fruit of other’s potential in your branches. The fruit of your tree contains the seeds which will one day mature into other trees and they, in their turn, will bear fruit which contain seeds of potential.
In this life you have grown and matured. You have moved through obstacles as you tried to root yourself in stony ground which became your foundation. As you grew you grew in strength, your roots trying to find the fertile soil of experience which lay between the rocks and stones of your surroundings. Your branches ever sought the light of the sun and the nurturing rain which fell on your leaves. You expanded ever upwards, trying hard to grow no matter what the odds. And here today, you stand connected. Your branches nourished by the soil/earth and stones. You have grown into a mighty oak, strong and tall, aware of the mighty currents which sweep through your branches. You stand solid and rooted, straight and true.
We ask you now to provide the fertile soil for the seeds which will fall from your tree, seeds which will need to develop the qualities of strength, love, joy and abundance.
Let nothing sway you from this task. Allow it to fill you, lighting every facet of your life until all that you do radiates life. Let the cells of your body become the repository of joy, not pain, love rather than hate. Let your life radiate the qualities of the tree, steadfast, nourishing and bountiful.
This is our wish for you today. Seek not without for the answers but within for there you will find the seeds of creation which you will sow and there too the light with which to nourish them.
Stand tall and be seen.

The Faery Path.

Through old dusty tracks and hidden byways,
we come.
Through mountain streams and roads of snow,
we pass.
But who is there to see us pass on our way?
But you?
Who is there to bid us the time of day?
But you.

We have waited for this day to arrive.
This day when all of heaven and all of earth,
join in unison.
To awaken the years of old,
when harps played their tunes by the fireside,
and pipes trilled in the treetops.
We have waited for the drums to beat,
To sound their notes of joy,
in a landscape filled with light.

Our highways and byways are open once more
And those of you who wish to pass may do so,
unencumbered.
For you cannot bring your human woes into our world.
You must leave them at the gates.
Then we will guide you to our realms,
Our realms of Faery lore and delight,
Of moonlit nights and standing stones.

There we will teach you of our ways,
The ways of stone,
the ways of water,
the ways of trees.
We will teach you everything.
But first you must wait,
wait of the call of the Wild.
For it will surely come,
if you keep your ears close to the ground,
and listen for the Mother’s heartbeat,
beating loud and clear.

Then you will know it is time,
and your journey has begun.

monk1

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