Three years ago, I moved into a house amongst the trees. One day a message rang like a distant bell within me, “Help me” Over and over again I would hear this faint whisper coming from an area of my yard. Many a place did my mind go trying to figure out what it was and where it was coming from.
Over a month was spent hacking back the jungle. Pulling and straining to liberate the ties binding the land like the ribbon on a meticulously wrapped gift. Each day revealed a new treasure….a mango tree, no two mango trees barely alive still, a banana plant, Hawaiian cherry trees, over 100 white pineapple plants, and even a hot tube. The most monumental task was pulling the 30-foot-high vines out of this amazing banyan tree. It was as if a wall was pulled across the whole side of the property. I wish I would have taken photos but strangely it never occurred to me until much later. I was too excited to open my present each day.
One day I heard a “Thank you” and the feeling of joy flowing through my whole body reigniting my memory of my connection with all things.
Later other messages would come as I looked out towards this amazing being. They were subtle and reassuring during some of my most difficult times. Support and reassurance always there if I remembered to connect and breathe. Now each morning I look to my friend, who reminds me to ground, raise my arms, and breathe giant heart breaths liberating the flow of energy within and around me.
Will you take the time to listen to those who remember the old ways?
May you find your old friends,