Sitting in the sun on a beautiful spring Georgia afternoon thinking of Danu, the first mother in Celtic mythology, or tradition rather, and how grateful I am to be in such a place and have this time. Sometimes, I fail to enjoy these non-descript moments and then I close my eyes. Since journeying is a big part of my life, I can slip quickly and therefore a simple moment in the sun can sometimes yield new or reminder messages.
I immediately am aware of spirals spinning down to a point far below and it fills my awareness. As I remember to forget expecting something to happen and take the parking break off my mind the scene begins to change. It seems to be a coast line. It is remarkably like Ireland does, but, as the cliffs behind suggest, it is not Ireland, or indeed Earth at all.
I am pulled upwards and am aware of the shrinking beach below as the wall passes.
None of that seems to matter, however, as the scene vanishes and changes to a sun setting on what appears as a wheat field, only much larger plants, and some big elephant looking creatures walking around swinging their trunks around to thrash the wheat. The thrashing would cause the wheat to release some pollen like substance that was clouding in the breeze and winds.
Meanwhile, two large humans like guys, I could only see their shoulders and heads from the back as they were in the wheat, were bagging the pollen.
Then I heard like an old west narrator voice say: “And those animals would whack the stuff each season and the people would get enough to feed them for the year. Nobody really knows why the animals just voluntarily this did, but they think it might have something to do with the people keeping the streams flowing when they get to clogged up and can’t flow to the animals below.”
“As far as why the people even cleared streams in the areas that they did not hunt or live they did it because it was their thing to do.”
Then I opened my eyes. Yup, all that took place in about two minutes. Needless to say, it is a good “time out” or “reset button”.
So, back to Danu. Resetting the Earth, in the Western Hemisphere that is, spring time. All the things in nature work together in chaotic perfection and can not be denied. The vine picks its own path, and so should we, and our path must be clear. So reset often, clear your cache, go clean a stream.