Two Ravens Speak

(N.B. This post was first published on my Facebook Story Weaver Debbie Eikle Thompson page.)
Two Ravens Speak:
We are the colour of the deep and rich blackness of the void, where the magic lives; where creativity lives until it is birthed. There is nothing to fear here. It is the contrast for all that comes forth and becomes light – the colours that shine in a rainbow, the brightness of the stars, the sound of a newborn”s cry. Light is more than a visual. We can experience it as sound, as well. It is pure joy when humans are open to the experience. the dark and the light are part of the One; the duality that is present in the oneness of all that is. It is the same as the colour of our ebony feathers in contrast to the silvery ice that glistens beneath us on the river. Remember words come from the void that holds them until they are spoken, sung or written. As humans the power is in how we use them. The choice is yours.

Query, A Star

Query, A Star

Once in time without time a star burst into life. In size it was insignificant and its burst was tiny, barely a blimp in the area of the universe where it appeared. However, the energy that it carried was brilliant for such a little one. Divine Source created the star and its spirit. It named the new creation Query.

Shortly after it came into being the new star was bursting at its gaseous core to be something more, to expand and to learn.

Query kept asking the near by stars questions about the life of a star.

They replied,“A star stays in one place until it burns out; waits to become a star again and then repeats.

“What happens in between”? asked the little one.

“You go back into the Divine Source. Return to the great one’s brilliance,” was always the response.

“What does that mean?”

“We’re not sure. Besides, you ask too many questions. You are here. Be what you are- a star. “

“What if I don’t always want to be a star?”

“Star energy always returns to star energy. That’s the way it is. Stop with the questions!” Most of the stars began to ignore Query.

One old star, one that was close to burning up, spoke for the first time, “No star that I know of has ever been inquisitive like you. When you return to being a star as many times as I have, it can be boring. You have me thinking that It might be fun to be something else.”

The ancient one added, “Only the Divine Creator can answer your questions.”

“But how do I do find it to ask what I want to know?” Query asked.

The old one spoke patiently, “Every one of us is connected to the Divine Source. It’s where we come from and return to. We are part of It and It is us.”

“It’s a huge version of me, of all us put together?” inquired the new star.

“Basically, yes.”

The other stars started mumbling, complaining that the old star was losing its senses and should be quiet.”

The wise and elderly star replied, “At least Query and I are willing to be different. It’s taken me eons and the spirit of a new star to get me to become curious. Things are changing. The Divine Source, in creating Query, is showing us that.

The last time I remember change occurring was when a planet called earth came into being. The spirits who go there have the power of free will. I remember how excited their sunstar was to be part of that system. I don’t know what happened, but it had everyone buzzing with excitement. If you find out anything about earth, let me know before I die again.”

“Old one, how do I communicate with The Divine Source? How do I find it?”

“I told you, you come from the Divine One and are always part of its energy, as are we all. Think your question and ask for an answer.”

“That’s it? Why haven’t I heard anything yet?”

The other star replied, “Patience.You haven’t asked the Divine One directly. You need to quiet yourself or you are going to burn up and have the shortest life span of any star.”

“I’ll try. Thank you for helping me. I know I get excited.”

“It’s okay, Query. I’d like to keep you around as long as I am here.”

Then wise star continued, “First think of your beginning, if you can – that bursting into being of you. It will give you a sense of the energy you come from. Next, think of what you desire to know.”

Query quieted its thoughts and imagined its beginning. Almost immediately a powerful, loving presence made itself part of the star’s awareness.

“Well, well, my newest star, you learn quickly and you are inquisitive, as I had hoped. You are stirring up this part of the universe,” spoke Divine Source.

“I can hear you!”

“Yes indeed, little one. You have my attention. What do you want?” asked the the Creator.

“I’m stuck here in one place with no change.I am grateful for being here, but I want to explore, to learn new and amazing things. I want to move, not just the gases that keep moving and exploding in my body, but the part that isn’t gas, that is the knowing me. Do you understand?”

“I do understand, little one. You are very perceptive.”

Query spoke again, “The old star mentioned a place called earth. Did you create it?”

“Yes, it comes from me. Many of the spirits go there to experience it’s free choice and learn how powerful and wonderful pure love is.”

“Is it possible to move on earth?”

“Yes it is, but not as a star.’

“Being a star is boring. When I finish this life may I return as something different and go somewhere else?.”

The Divine Source responded, “You are a joy! You are one of only a small percentage of my creations to ask to be something different. I am pleased that you have awakened that energy in the ancient star spirit, as well.”

Creator added, “When, in time and space, and all is where it is meant to be, I will send both of you to earth. Until then, you will need to be patient and take in all you can in the form you are now. It is the best way to grow and change and prepare for a new adventure. For now It is time to end our talk. It has been a pleasure to speak with you, Query.”

After those last words, Divine Source left.

For a moment the youngest star was quiet taking in what had it had heard.

The old one spoke before the silence ended, “A new adventure is coming for both of us, little one. I heard the conversation. I am honoured to be chosen to spend time with you in a different form, when the time is right.”

The two spirits lived their star journeys until the Divine Creator knew that all things were ready to send them to their new adventure.

 

In Between

I haven’t posted anything here in a long time. My life, like this blog ,seems to go in waves.

Today I read an inspiring blog by a friend. She spoke about her life’s journey and how it has brought her to where she is. A brave woman who is listening to her heart and soul.

As well, I am blessed to know other women,whose journeys are inspiring. What inspires me the most is the cord that is common to them and me- the willingness to explore who we are on the inside.

I can tell you, based on my own experiences, going inward to find out who you are and begin to make the changes, requires perseverance and determination.

For me, it also means, not getting stuck in focusing on the lives that others created for themselves.Many times I have concentrated on trying to imprint others’ lives into my own. That did not work well for me.

The theme of my life: I wanted to be someone other than me. Fiction was a way to do that. Reading self-help books based on other people’s lives is a way to take on their lives. Yes, many of them had information to help me on my journey. I thought I had to apply all their information to my own life,  BUT their lives were not and are not mine. Each one of us has our own journey and because we are all different, how we live will be different.

I was mired in not owning my life. I was also scared shitless to change it. I spent most of my life sinking into the quick sand of fear. I am now pulling myself out.

As I focus on my acceptance of all of me and thus, loving all of me, these are my revelations, my truths as I am able to decipher and know them:

So many words and so many voices in my head. None of them my own. I did not know how to listen clearly to my own inner voice. How could I? I had no idea who I was. I only knew myself in terms of those outside me. Afraid to know me, because I probably wasn’t someone who being me, was anyone others could/would or even want to know and like.

So many layers over so many years to get to the real me. And that is enough about me for now.

I will finish with one of my micro stories.

A Manure Pile

Sitting across from each other on top of a manure pile were a little girl and an old woman. They stared at each other. A tear began to fall from the child’s left eye; then one fell from her right eye. Soon a steady stream of tears flowed down her cheeks. Her body began to heave with the sobs that burst forth.

The old one pulled herself onto all fours. Slowly she made her way through the muck, reaching the girl and pulling her close. A tune began to form from deep within the woman’s heart humming its way out between her weathered lips. They sat rocking back and forth.

Gradually the sobbing slowed and stopped; only the humming was heard. Untucking her head from the comforting shoulder, the child peeked out at the lined face so close to hers. A little hand tentatively touched the woman’s face. The old one smiled. The tiny hand traced the edges of the smile. The girl then snuggled back in to the comforting embrace.

Love radiated between them and out around them. Black clouds that had previously filled the sky floated away. A rich blue sky appeared, as the sun shone its warmth and light on all below. They were too wrapped up in each other to notice.

The manure pile began to transform. Green sprouts appeared; stems of flowers rose from the depths of the rich fertilizer. Buds formed and then opened. Fragrances ticked the noses of the young and the old. They reluctantly released their loving hold, smiling as they took in the scene around them – a colourful garden of delicious herbs and flowering plants.

They helped each other stand. Hand in hand, making their way to the edge of the garden, they stopped for a hug. The child raised her arms. The old woman slowly knelt. They embraced.

Something magical happened. The two became one. A healthy vibrant woman stood, smiled, and stretched out her arms for the pure joy of being. She kept her eyes alert for unicorn sightings, as she walked away from the garden into the surrounding field.

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From Whence the Shapeshifters Came

Once and always deep in the core of the planet, the Earth Spirit thought lovingly of all who lived within, on and above this sphere. Ah, those two legged humans- she loved them as much as any, but for a long time more and more of them had become disrespectful of all, including of themselves. They ignored the importance of the sharing of life and death among all the creatures. Some had begun to think of themselves as more than anyone else. These actions were hurting the planet.

There were 2-leggeds who had stopped giving thanks for their food, whether grown on the earth, or sacrificed lives of the four-leggeds and winged ones. These humans were ungrounded and disconnected from the earth, who was the support energy for all life. This had begun to create great levels of fear everywhere. It was becoming a disease that threatened the joy and sacredness of all who lived on the earth.

There was potential for the destruction of all. Yet this guardian of the world smiled. She knew that energy would always be. It merely changed form. Hopefully, enough of those living here would awaken and become more powerful than the fear that was so prevalent.

Was there any other role that she, as the soul of Earth, could take on, other than her present duties here? She connected with her Creator energy to find an answer. Soon she had a plan. The idea filled her with joy. If she had hands and feet she would have been clapping and dancing around. As it was, her light and fire gleamed more brightly and warmly than usual.

New loving thoughts swirled through her energy; came off her and sparked into a cave. A crystal cave was formed beneath a lake deep within a boreal forest.

This crystal cave was fired and formed of emeralds, rose quartz and purple amethyst. A nest took shape, formed of twigs of the finest birch, maple and pine trees and feathers of mourning doves, cardinals and Canada geese, all freely offered for this project. With the assistance of the energy of the three forms of crystal, fire from the earth’s core and breath from the Creator, an egg shell blended of violet, deep green and crimson swirls was formed.Within, two crows had been seeded into life and began to grow, over the next 36 days, breaking forth on the 37th. Magic was crackling within the cave.

Mmmm. Who would best raise these special winged-ones?

There was an Elder Healer who lived in the forest where the cave was. No one remembered her name. She was called Grandmother by all who knew her. She would be the one.
The day before the babies were due to crack through their shell, Earth Spirit visited the Grandmother in a dream to tell the healer about her new charges and where the nest was located. She was one of the few who still believed in the legends of crow people with feathers of every colour, from black to white and all in between. To be gifted with the care of these special beings, was a tremendous honour.

The following morning Grandmother prepared for the journey to the cave that she had been shown in her dream. Robin, Skunk and Bear watched through an open window, as their two-legged friend prepared for her trip. They questioned their friend about all her preparations. The elder woman told them that they could accompany her on the journey. She shared her news with them as they travelled in the direction of the lake. Soon the whole forest was alive with the news of the soon to be new additions to the Grandmother’s home.

The cave entrance was hidden among old forest growth and a couple of large boulders. Although the sun was high in the sky, little light made its way down through the heavy foliage. Skunk found the entrance first, jumping up and down with glee.

Grandmother carefully made her way to the entrance. She pushed away a few rocks and branches and had Bear dislodge the heaviest one; then she made her way, alone, inside. The tunnel was warm and damp as it gradually sloped gently under the lake. It straightened out and ended in a rounded and lighted room. The crystals of amethyst, emeralds and rose quartz, filled the space with a soft magical light. The elder ’s eyes pulled towards the beautiful nest of twigs and feathers that held the place of honour in the centre of the cavern. Remnants of the recently broken egg were scattered around the edges of the nest. Curled up in the middle, fast asleep were the most startling and delicate small creatures she had ever seen. One was as black as onyx and the other, white as the winter’s purest snow blanket.

As Grandmother bent to carefully pick up the nest the two bird-like beings stirred They slowly opened their eyes, gazing directly into hers. Pure love flowed between the crows and the woman. A bond immediately forged between the babies and their guardian.

The black crow spread its wings, like arms, to be picked up. As it did so, its feathers, iridescent black with potential of many colours shimmering through their midnight darkness, caught the light of the cave’s crystals. This was the male. She knew immediately that his destiny was that of Healer. As she held the bird, he shifted to a baby boy. His hair, the same colour as the feathers that had just vanished; his body a pale white. This one had much to endure, she knew, before he would reach his full potential as a Healer and Shapeshifter.

Gently placing the crow, back in the nest, Grandmother picked up his female twin. Her feathers were purest white, her eyes as dark as her brother’s, and her beak was pink.Her transformation into human revealed platinum hair and skin the colour of warmly browned earth. As with the other, the hair presented as sharp contrast to the human body colour. This one would have an easier time growing up. Her lessons would be difficult as she reached adulthood. She placed the white crow was placed back in the nest,

The old healer next asked to be shown how best help her new charges fulfil their missions on the planet. The message came through at once.

Grandmother sighed deeply as she was made aware of the male’s pain, that would be part of his growing years. She was distressed that she was not to be the one to raise him. She was to send the boy to her great-niece and husband, until the child’s nineteenth birthday. Then Grandmother would summon him back to be with her, to train him as a healer. As a child he would be raised only as a human, with no knowledge of his sister. A spell would prevent him from knowing about or being able to shapeshift while with his adopted family.

And the female…her life would be very different from the male’s. Hidden away with Grandmother, in a protected part of the forest, Little Guardian would be allowed to be the shape shifter she was. She would know all about her brother. This crow being would train early as a guardian of living creatures. She, with beautiful white light, would shine love from her deepest core. Little Guardian’s most difficult tests would begin when her brother returned to them.

The message completed, Grandmother gently carried the precious parcel out to the cave’s entrance. The walk back out tired her old bones and made her realize that in some ways she was grateful to only have the care of one young shape shifter.

Bear, Robin and Skunk were excited to see the crows. Bear was given the honour of carrying the nest very, very carefully on his back, with skunk holding it in place. Robin watched from over head, making sure Bear lumbered along slowly and that Skunk kept both front paws around the nest.

Earth Spirit smiled. She had made the right decision. With Grandmother’s’s assistance, the two shape shifters had a very good chance of fulfilling their missions.

A rainbow appeared over the cottage to greet the travellers as they returned. It warmed Grandmother’s heart to know she had the planet’s blessing.

I am dragon

I am dragon, black as night. My wings glide silently, dancing with clouds; skimming treetops. My breath, burning embers, releases red-hot steam, as I sniff to solve the mystery of my pain. My scarred heart aches for an absence of love, pulsing with each beat.

I forcefully search to know the answer to the wrenching pain of loneliness within my heart. The heart knows not its lover. The answer lies within. I seek without. Afraid to go within; afraid of deeper pain. Let me die. Yet I can not, as a compelling force begs me find the answer. As I seek through the night, a fruitless search, I realize, that soon I must delve within.

I leave the darkness behind. I would stay hidden there, but the sun prepares to rise. My cell, crystals of stormy blue, ochre red and sun-fire yellow, hurt my eyes, as I enter.  The stones torment me with their haunting beauty. i believe they know what I do not. My mind screams destroy them. My heart knows better.

The  soothing hum of the stones’ vibrations ease my heart’s pain. I sleep, for now.

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