With me is the unspoken the field where words are none nothing to match in terms the vibration which only healing can bear which only love can explain °Woodlights Woudlicht
Welcoming this sacred drum sounder into the healings. May their energies together synergize all that comes to us in the dance of the divine vibrations to heal in the highest frequency. May we serve well – bowing in gratitude.
Today I would like to honor the sacredness of being. Just being you. May those – the seen and the unseen – who love us for just being us be blessed.
*Find the first post of the series “Sacred journeys’ posted on May 10.
Today I would like to share a story of surrender into the heart.
I am a blessed being and I bow in gratitude for all the abundance of the seen and the unseen present in this realm and beyond.
I would like to honor the healers and magical beings here today and all times, and in specific one.
I was about to go on a sacred journey planned mid May, a circle coming into infinity honoring the seen and unseen. It would be on the other side of the oceans and I was called to take my drum along, together with some stones. And although I knew this quest of sorts would be redirected before it even started, little did I realize what the realms had in mind for me.
And little did I imagine this journey would be entangled in sacredness together with Niamh of Stone Mad – the Heart of Rituals.
When I noticed her writings about her happiness that someone purchased a set of mooncards she creates and how it helped her to pay some bills, I sensed a deep longing to add to this happiness and request for a drum sounder. It had to be. I am not the biggest adherer of buying things on-line, but this had to be. I knew. I could feel it in my bones. And it would not even matter if I would never receive it in my hands, because I understood there was something else far more precious being born and extended into the realms.
I just surrendered in my trust in the multiverse, which is infinitely grander than my trust in anything else (…like the postal system).
So the journey unraveled its beginnings, simultaneously on many levels.
With everything she sent in advance, during and after the birthing of the drum sounder, I felt an overwhelming love.
From her, from all our helping spirits, from allies here and beyond,… I could give so many examples of connection and resonance in what she was expressing and creating for me. I had to laugh so hard and cry a little with the many details she had to go through – 13 days of ceremony and rituals to birth a drum sounder, and not only a drum sounder. So many more sacred accompanying allies, the sacred presents and presence, extended in a divine realm of care and being. She was guided and she listened.
There is so much more I would like to write about, but let me just bow in gratitude.
There is greater healing in what was birthed along the way than we will ever fathom.
If ever you are ready for something sacred, priceless, beyond your imagination and in total surrender, go find Niamh on facebook, Instagram or her webpage.
I hardly knew her and she hardly knew me. But that did not matter. We are never alone in love.
I bow in gratitude for all the hands that held mine for all the shoulders I could stand upon for all the beings that guided me along for all the silent whispers in the cold for every morning I could breathe, open my eyes and see for all the remembrance, reminiscence, knowing beyond time for the yielding and the surrender for the bad, the ugly and the wrong for the abundance, the light for life, for this time for the realms, the dimensions, the multiverse travelled for all the love that engulfed me, wrapped me and kept me warm for you I bow in gratitude and kiss the ground we walk upon °Woodlights Woudlicht
Growth is knocking on your door every day transmuting life into another vibration the choice is yours to change the route of what is coming at you which reverberation to ride and which one to just let pass and wave goodbye °Woodlights Woudlicht
I will share more of the sacred journey in the days to come.