Downloads from Dawn for 2013 and Beyond

This past Wednesday I awoke somewhat frantic with a previous vision on my mind.

It was from summer. I was sleeping in our spare bedroom concerned I might have covid. Early in the morning hours, Jerry opened the door to check on me, then before I fell back to sleep I was in the stars seeing concentric circles. In the very center circle was a large star. As soon as this appeared it vanished and in its place was a grid onto which appeared a purplish/red organism floating in a translucent sac.

My first thought was “this virus is from the stars and is meant to heal us.” This was quickly followed by “the energy of the stars can heal us and the planet of the virus.”

I had been driving extensively to care for a parent during covid. Every part of me ached. I feared being sick probably more so for my mother than myself. And sadly living on auto-pilot, I had grown accustomed to not paying attention to messages I receive. I quickly sketched what I saw in my journal, looked up a picture of covid-19 on my phone, made some notes and went back to sleep literally and symbolically.

My test result was negative and I hit the road for my mothers not giving more thought to the vision until this week.

Early Wednesday morning I found the sketch and notes I had made. And I found the date. What I was first shown was on June 16. The memory of that vision returned to me exactly six months later – December 16. Both events were on the cusp of Solstice Times when the star Sirius is prominent energetically.

So in this Solstice Time and on the day of the conjunction of Jupiter and Saturn, I am sharing what I was shown. You can choose to be curious or not.

What if the Star energies of the heavens/the Universe are here to heal us of covid-19? As well as of our other viruses – those of racism, sexism, ecological disregard, ignorance, all the ways in which we do harm to ourselves, one another and Mother Earth.

Are you open to partnering with this energy? Are you willing to consciously slow down, tune in and listen? Are you willing to be open to whatever partnering with the stars involves for you?

What if this virus IS from the Stars offering opportunity for planetary and personal healing?

I share this in compassion, curiosity and Love. And honestly don’t want to think too much more about it in this post because I want to get outside into Nature, where I can open myself to the energies of this moment in time in Time.


The Power of Light

As I sat bathed in yesterday morning’s sun, I wrote in my journal:

I am fed. I am fed. I am fed. 

Due to the trees and the covering over my porch this experience would be brief so I sat with my hand on my chest receiving Sun’s loving rays and warmth.

Upon opening my eyes, the most amazing dragonfly sat on my hand.

“Hello,” I exclaimed.

It turned its head. An eye looked at me and it flew. I closed my journal to go inside and retrieve my camera forgetting my phone was by me. I wasn’t going anywhere. My guest returned and sat on my journal. It sat and sat and sat.

 Can you imagine my joy? I spoke to it of its beauty and my overwhelming gratitude for its paying me this visit. And we sat in silence in the Light.

This was perfect.

Two years ago I had a blue dragonfly experience in the midst of deciding whether to really try to hike the Grand Canyon again. That dragonfly would land on my toe when I sat outside in the middle of the day. It would stand head down every time and I knew it was saying I was to go down into the canyon.

I made it to the canyon’s North Rim as planned and proceeded to have knee pain with the first step I took. I knew the dragonfly was part of this. I who have never had knee pain shuffled stepping side to side and rotating sides rather than hiking as one would do. Feeling as if I was the object of a cosmic joke, I railed at the Universe while shuffling all 14 miles disappointed and profoundly upset.

We were in the bottom of the canyon for three days so Jerry wisely insisted I keep walking to prevent my being immobilized further. The next morning we crossed the Colorado River and hiked a loop which ended up coming back to the river.  On its banks we came to Native American ruins unexpectedly.

Still in pain, I stood at the remains of what were once rooms to a home and I sang. A song of honor and praise came from me and as it did I felt the pain as well as my body and soul’s weariness drain from me into the Earth. Suddenly I knew the ancestors were honoring me because I was honoring them as well as Mother Earth. (In my adult life, I have not been one to sing out loud with ease even with only Jerry around in the canyon but I did. I felt compelled to.)

In my Nashville yard, I knew the dragonfly’s message two years ago had been that I was to walk “down” into the canyon but once there I got things may feel “upside down” (as in not at all what I expect while hiking) but to keep my crown, the energy center at the top of my head, metaphorically down and open so I could stay connected to Earth’s energy. Blue the color of that dragonfly is the color of the throat chakra or energy center which was perfect for the song I voiced in the canyon.

Yesterday the fluorescent green dragonfly and I sat together at times in silence only interrupted by my  sharing gratitude for its perfectly timed visit and praising its beauty.

After one period of silence I spoke aloud the two words that came to me: Magic. Merlin.

With those two words, the dragonfly left never to be seen again at least yesterday.

I do not remember lines from books, but I do recall what Merlin said in Depak Chopra‘s “Return of Merlin.” 

“We are living a mystery. Hopefully we are not too busy and miss the vital clues.”

I know I’m living a Mystery. What about you? Divine guidance arrives for me through Nature in such simple yet beautiful ways when I am paying attention and moving mindfully, slowly through my day.

I got my copy of Ted Andrews Animal Speaks” where I read dragonfly represents “The Power of Light.” How perfect was this.

* The Power of Light as I soaked in Sun’s Light.

* The Power we hold in our hands (where the dragonfly first lit). Our hands are wands of Light through which we can heal, touch, hold, and comfort or slap, hit, and withdraw rather than reaching out.

* The Power of Words (where the dragonfly lit next) to lift up, encourage and console or to diminish, stir fear and tear down individuals, groups or a nation. Our words are Light.

The Power of Light.

How profound is dragonflies gift in this time especially with the events of the last two weeks as people were killed in a church by a young man so separated from the Light. The response of Charleston community and much of the country has been one of embodying the Power of Light. President Obama’s eulogy resonated with the Power of Light. And then with the Supreme Court’s decision to honor those so in need of health care coverage as well as those desirous of equality when it comes to legally being able to marry the one they love. These rulings bring into effect the Power of Light.

For me personally the dragonflies presence tells me this trip I am suddenly taking is meant to be and is my heart’s adventure since green is the color of the heart’s energy center and something about France is connected to my heart. (Yes, I am spontaneously heading to France.) I discovered my connection to France in 2009 and have on some level been afraid to return to this country that opened my heart in such joy and pain.

“We are living a mystery. Hopefully we are not too busy and miss the vital clues.”

I wish for you an engagement with Mystery and guidance that feels right inside to you. I wish for you an inner awareness so you do not miss your journey’s vital clues.

Imagine that Shift.

-Dawn, The Good News Muse, 29 June 2015


“May all who have been involved in destruction 

in this time and throughout time feel forgiveness. 

On this day, may they feel forgiveness and find freedom. 

May all who have been involved in destruction 

feel forgiveness, 

find freedom,

 and remember how to fly.” 

                                        – Dawn, 07/27/2014

When I awoke yesterday with the word forgiveness going through my mind, I knew it was time for these simple lines penned in my journal but never shared.  In late July when they came to me, I needed to pen them in my heart which was really the more important place to record them.

And to be honest I was afraid.  What would people think of such a message, actually a prayer asking that all involved in destruction throughout time, not just today, experience forgiveness?  How could I share that when I wasn’t sure I had forgiven at this level myself?

July ended and I was well into August before printing out the monthly Celestial Timings I receive from Cayelin Castell. Inside I smiled, as I read that August offered many opportunities for practicing radical forgiveness.  This is why the prayer above came to me, yet still I did not share it.

That was nearly a month ago.

With the word forgiveness literally on my mind yesterday morning, I returned to the prayer which may have even more relevance today.  In the last three weeks, destruction has been in the forefront with the events here at “home” in Ferguson and overseas in Israel, Palestine, Iraq and Syria.  Jesus’ words, “Father forgive them for they know not what they do comes to mind.”

Returning to the initial writing also allowed me to see the note I made in relation to two feathers I found in my yard that last week of July.

Beneath the prayer, I had written the phrase “the balancing of debts.”

I have found dozens of feathers over the years yet never had I found two specific feathers within moments of one another as I did.

Woodpecker and Blue Jay left perfect gifts in my yard.  In their balance and the symmetry of black and white and black and blue I saw the balancing of karmic debts between blacks and whites, the black and white of duality and the planes of Earth and Sky.

Forgiveness balances debts on planes that are planetary and personal which takes me back around to me. The most important place to start is within, isn’t it?

Destruction occurs at many levels in many ways, but that for which I first need forgiveness is with myself.  I participate in self-destruction when I do not forgive myself for not persisting with a particular screenplay years ago and for not having fierce focus with my creativity.  My energy drains and I am not fully present if I do not forgive myself for prior decisions when I did not listen and trust in Me?

I have participated in the destroying of trust at a transpersonal level through holding a grudge against the Universe and the Great Mystery of my life.  I didn’t realize until recently that I have not forgiven the Divine for happenings with the actor Bill Murray and events in France and in the Grand Canyon? (Those are stories for another day and no, I was not in France or the Grand Canyon with Bill Murray, at least in this life.)

Fortunately this morning I decided to also read ahead in Celestial Timings for the coming days.

Radical self-love and forgiveness were referenced repeatedly as the Moon is in Leo today and passes near Venus tomorrow then the star Regulus in the heart of the lion on Monday.

Cayelin writes, “It (the Virgo New Moon exact Monday morning) is a powerful time to use sacred ceremony and forgive all the harm that has ever been thought or done toward any part of life. This includes forgiving the unforgivable with the understanding that what has been done cannot be undone but does not have to continue to influence future events. 

By forgiving everything it frees up the old stuck patterns of the heart and the mind, so something new, magical and ever so sacred can emerge.” * 

This connects directly to the prayer  with which I began.

I often am harsh with myself as to my own timing. I judge myself as procrastinating or late so often with my writings and my life.  Yet in the bigger picture this is the perfect timing for the sharing of the forgiveness prayer.

Let us turn our attention toward forgiveness as the skies profoundly assist us. We are offered assistance in so many ways.

This morning I realized my assistants, woodpecker and blue jay, offered one last message relevant to this time.  Woodpecker represents new rhythms while blue jay represents the proper use of power.

By consciously forgiving, we can use our personal power to clear ourselves internally and with one another.  Doing this allows us to discover a new rhythm as individuals and as a collective in which we are free from all the ways we have held ourselves back.

May we ALL feel forgiveness, find freedom and fly.

-Dawn, The Good News Muse 22 August 2014

To learn how the nest in the photo above and I found one another click HERE

*This particular paragraph is from the Monday August 25, 2014 Celestial Timing by Cayelin Castelle.  

I found myself suddenly sluggish recently.  I could have blamed my tiredness on hormonal shifts, the weather, energetic turbulence on Mother Earth or an unexpected flirtation with a sore throat thing.  Or it could have been the stars at play.

I had forgotten that particular today was a Cross-Quarter day, the mid-way point between Summer Solstice and Fall Equinox.  The monthly Celestial Timings I receive suggested this was a good day to listen and meditate, to be open and receptive to messages from beyond.

I had read this earlier in the week and knew I needed to set aside time to listen yet I forgot.  That morning I fussed with myself and analyzed why I was so tired.

Finally after lunch I pushed myself upstairs to take a shower.  As I did I noticed Mystery and Bogeysattvah curled up in the front windows.  That’s when for the first time in twenty years, I curled up on the living room sofa.  Don’t get me wrong. I’ve lain on this sofa many times but never suddenly like this or at the end of the sofa on which I found myself that day.

As I did the first thing that caught my eye was this tree. I’m quite familiar with this tree.  It is the hackberry on which there is a face on the drive-way side and a screech owl house that is in reality a squirrel abode on the opposite side.

I thought I was familiar with this tree but this unexpected angle revealed its many branched beauty.

Then within seconds of closing my eyes, I saw the smallest monarch butterfly in the stars as energy entered my third eye.  The butterfly was followed by a firefly then more bugs than I could count.  The bugs were followed by flower blossom after flower blossom.
I lay on my sofa and knew why I was so sleepy.  I needed to lie down on this in-between day and be.   Be and listen.
These gifts stopped and I realized this amazing tree out my window had just shown me creatures on the Tree of Life.  These bugs and blossoms in the natural world came to me to be received, named and birthed.
As scientists work in labs creating mechanical bugs and genetically modified flowers and such, it is the responsibility of those of us who are wiling to call in Creation.
Some may call this sacrilegious.  I call it owning my responsibility to Creator and Creation.
It’s nearly impossible to go through one day in these times without hearing references to butterflies and bees diminishing or flowers and vegetables being genetically modified.
The way I figure it, I can live in a place of anger and fear about this or I can use my energy to call in the creations I was shown today.
I want to live awake and aware, calling in creation on this day and every day.
What about you? On what will you place your focus?  Will you call in Creation with me?

-Dawn, the Good News Muse  21 August 2014

I have been sitting with this vision from earlier in the week and listening to the image as it came to me.  It was simple and profound.  I do not fully understand it.  I welcome your responses as you listen to its message for you and these Times. 

At first I questioned what I was seeing.  Was this a child’s face made of fuchsia energy ?

Yes, it was a young girl who I realized had a black eye.  She appeared to have been hit in the left eye. Yet as I drew near, I saw the stars in that eye.  She held the Universe in her injured, blackened eye.  It was a portal to the Universe.

My first thought was how many girls through time have been beaten or gotten metaphorical black eyes for consulting the stars or being intuitive?  Then a thought crossed my mind:  In our wounds lie the stars. 

I knew I was also being shown how the Divine Feminine has been bruised, blackened and brutalized by the patriarchy, those in control and those out of control.  Yet this dear symbol of pure spirit, heart and mind holds the stars.  She holds the Universe.

Those of us today, men and women, who carry the Divine Feminine may be bruised and blackened, yet through Her eye, through our wounds we have access to the energetic resources and messages of the stars.

We have access to Divine Love.

We see everything through Divine Love.

-Dawn, The Good News Muse, 18 March 2014

Upon reading the Chinese Year of the Horse begins Friday January 31st, I was reminded of this still being the Year of the Snake and a vision I had in relation to a snake, a man and a fuchsia heart.

I was shown the fuchsia face of a man in the stars.  Something about him immediately reminded me of former vice-president Cheney yet I knew it wasn’t him.  His face vanished and an elephant’s trunk appeared.  It then vanished and was replaced by a huge snake reminiscent of the one in the Harry Potter series.  It crawled into my field of vision in the stars then opened its mouth just like in the movie.

Everything went black.  Then a fuchsia heart shape appeared.  I could feel it pulsing energy to me, feeding and invigorating me, as I spoke what I had seen into my recorder and wondered what all this meant.

I sensed the snake represented the Divine Feminine enveloping the man as the word transmutation came to mind.  Yet I wondered, ‘Who was the man?’

Twenty-days later I came home from being out of town for a week.  I was sorting the mail and newspapers saved for us by a neighbor.  The story and photos on the front page of the Tennessean from two days prior literally took my breath.

There on the cover of our local paper was the man in my vision sitting atop an elephant he had killed.  The story’s heading read: “He takes hunting to an extreme.”  The reporter told of a local sixty-year old who after a health scare in 1999 decided to hunt “dangerous” animals.  The story referred to animals of course as ‘game’ but this was no game to me.  This man hunts my children, an elephant and leopard in Zimbabwe, a brown bear in Russia, a hippopotamus, zebra, fox, every deer imaginable and thousands of fowl.

I did not want to read the story.  Even now to write of it brings tears to my eyes.  Yet to avoid it was to neglect the vision and resist listening for its message.

So I read.  And I have read the story again and again this week listening, still listening wanting to discern why this was delivered to me by the Universe and the newspaper man.

The local hunter invoked God in defending his pastime quoting scripture from Genesis where God told Noah that every moving thing that lived was food for him and his family.  I bet God wants to take that back.  Surely he had no idea Earth would become so overrun with people, people who would crowd out and kill off creation with a hunting arsenal like this mans.

The writer relates how local school children in one village were dismissed from school when the hunter killed the hippopotamus, so they could gather meat for their families from the bed of his truck.  Similarly the elephant fed 100 people in a village for over a month.  I read this yet thought, “Why not use your passion and money to teach these villagers something that would last a lifetime that they could pass on to their children, something that didn’t involve killing the endangered animals of God’s earth?”

The writer quoted him as saying, “Everything I do, I do to an extreme.

And this is where the story comes around to me – to me, to you possibly, to the snake and the fuchsia heart here in the year of the Snake.

We are here to love to the extreme. 

I knew the afternoon of this vision that I was to follow the example of the snake, to envelope this person whose actions I find unconscionable and disturbing in order to transmute the negative in him as well as myself.  The Snake as a Divine symbol says, “Hold the all of who this man is as well as yourself in Love.”

Then earlier this week I came across the latest National Geographic buried beneath a pile of papers.  I had not yet looked at it. I glanced at the cover and saw what I knew was a message for me.  A story headline in the bottom corner read: The Healing Power of Venom.  

My breath was taken.  Immediately I knew what I consider poisonous in this man is here to activate the power of my heart creating a healing venom for him and for me.

If I had to rely on myself alone I could not respond to the Call of this vision.  Yet I nor we do this alone.  The Heart of the Universe that pulsed energy to me, whether you call it God, Great Spirit or Goddess feeds us if we are open to holding the abuses and violations of this world that stem from shame, ignorance, arrogance, greed and self-hate.

Is there anything more beautiful in this Year of the Snake than transforming the poisons in our world into venom that heals?  Is there anything more beautiful than loving in extreme in this profound way?

-Dawn, The Good News Muse, 15 Feb. 2013 reposted 20 January 2014

For six months I showed up for boot camp with Bill Crutchfield now known as “Miranda Lambert’s trainer.”  Menopause put me on pause for a time but I’ve been thinking about checking in with Bill again. Boot camp inspired a few stories and this one has been on my mind today.  It may start with boot camp but it culminates in in something much larger in the scheme of things than working out as I hope you’ll read and see. 

Today I had a plan for everything I wanted to accomplish yet for the first time in three months boot camp was not part of my Monday plan.  Surprisingly when 8:15 rolled around something possessed me and I found myself throwing on workout clothes and heading a few streets over to meet Bill.  I was the sole ‘camper’ today.

Bill regularly reminds us to focus on form and repeatedly says boot camp is not a competition.  Today I forgot this and found myself competing with the clock.  Just as Bill said, “Ten seconds” I tried to squeeze in one more round of a running drill.  I put my mind in high gear hoping to run forward and backward once more before time was called.

My feet didn’t get the message to shift gears.  While running backward, they ran over themselves.  Bill was immediately concerned and I was embarrassed. I felt the fall coming and tried to gracefully brace myself. The problem wasn’t with the fall, but what happened after boot camp.

I continued in high gear, doing unplanned odds and ends rather than returning home to post the story to which I had committed.

The beauty of our bodies or at least mine is when I’m not listening it has a way of getting my attention. Within two hours of distracting myself, my body offered up a little flasher, a precursor to migraines something I have maybe once a year when I’m moving at a pace that’s not mine in response to trying to get too many things done.

Despite the many things I thought I had to do, I resentfully lay down.  I imposed a nap on myself.

Within moments of lying on the sofa, Bogeysattvah lay down on my legs.  Mystery usually joins in by positioning herself at my feet. I closed my eyes and immediately began to see a portal, a vortex of energy turning clockwise.

Then Mystery interrupted by curling up on my chest something she’s never done.  I closed my eyes again somewhat frustrated fearing the portal wouldn’t return.  What happened next is why I share this story.

As I lay on the sofa with my eyes closed, Mystery placed a paw on my heart.  I opened my eyes momentarily to make sure this was really her paw I felt.  This dear cat who had never laid this close to my heart except for the first night she came to live with us and lay curled on my chest.

I closed my eyes again.  Not only did the portal reappear, but in its center was the cat’s eye that I first saw the night before Templeton (my first cat) died in January of 2008. I’ve seen this eye repeatedly over the years but never in a portal to another dimension.  Today in the middle of the eye a star sparkled.

I opened my eyes and exclaimed, “Mystery, you’re related to the eye I’ve seen.”  I began to talk into my recorder sharing what I had seen as Mystery began to loudly purr.  (I have those purrs recorded now.)mystery

Since Templeton’s death, a cat’s eye made of energy in the universe has regularly shown itself to me.  Today the message of the eye was about trusting and loving the Mystery of life and the Mystery of my heart.  Or as Bill and I touched on in boot camp, everything in life’s journey fits togetherAs time passes even the most painful things that we don’t understand as they’re occurring, fit somehow into our life’s bigger picture.

As Mystery purred atop me, I knew and I know that the eye I’ve often seen is the Mystery unfolding inside me as well as watching over me, the Great Mystery of Love unfolding on Earth, watching over us all.  You may call the Mystery God, Spirit, Life Force, Higher Power, Goddess or your Mystery may be Science.

What I know is Mystery is present in the world, wanting to engage with us, wanting to show us how to love and live deeply in these times.  And like my cat today, the Mystery is usually right in front of us.  All we have to do is slow down,  listen, be curious and pay attention to what is being ‘worked out’ in Life’s boot camp.

-Dawn! The Good News Mews  19 December 2011

After having been indoors most of the day Sunday, I came outside to sit in the late afternoon sun.  While sitting, I decided to meditate.  As I did, I saw a single closed eye with long lashes.  To me this eye is the feminine eye of the Divine.

The closed eye was followed by two single open eyes.  First was a cat’s eye followed by a fawn’s eye.  Then came pairs of young animal eyes and faces of fox, raccoon, skunk, bunny and others that I knew were woodland animals but could not identify.  Each face came toward me quickly then dissolved only to be followed by another.  What I did know is they were all young and they were made of fuchsia light energy.

Then a large opening appeared before me that contracted and expanded, in and out, in and out.  I tried to match my breath to it and couldn’t.   When these things happen, I try to stay out of my head and just be receptive to the images and energy. Yet this was hard. I wanted to know what I was being shown.

Then I got it.  This was the rhythm of a beating heart.  The rhythmic in and out went on for some time.

Afterwards I noted what I had seen but wondered why was I shown this.  Often times I miss the message in these seeings because I make them too complex.

An hour later, a fawn ran through my back yard, two bunnies raced through my yard and into the woods and I passed a skunk in the middle of the highway having met an early end to life.

Then last night as soon as I lay down when I wasn’t even thinking of the vision, its message suddenly came to me:

I was shown the Heart of the Universe sending love to us through the feminine form of the animals. 

Young animals come here pure. They bring with them pure love from the Heart of the Universe.  They are not greedy. They do not gloat.  Animals fight or kill only when necessary, for food or to protect their young. (And yes, I know there are odd and irregular occasions when an animal will suddenly kill someone. I believe there’s a message in this too as that particular animal is trying to get our attention and send a message).

Oh what we do to the animals.   They’re used in scientific research for everything from cosmetics to cancer.  We use them for entertainment still in zoos and circuses.  We bring them back from the brink of extinction to turn around and hunt them as has happened with bears and now possibly sandhill cranes here in Tennessee.  Many people still wear their skins in winter’s cold while others hunt them in canned hunts, areas where animals are confined and cannot escape.  That is lazy man’s hunting.  Their habitat is destroyed and many lives taken by events such as the fires in the Western U.S.

And yet the animals continue coming to us.  They wholeheartedly agree to engage with us photoas we all share Mother Earth.

It is an honor to share Earth with these beings who embody the profound beauty of Love from the Heart of the Universe.

Will we learn from them and personally embody the Divine Feminine as the animals teach?  This is my challenge, to be, to listen, to embody.

This morning I created this altar honoring animals around the world.  This particular candle is from Nashville’s “Angel Radiance and was poured with the specific intention of sanctuary for the animals.

I welcome your thoughts and invite you to join me.

Blessed be.

*** I personally am adamantly opposed to hunting the sandhill cranes in Southeast TN. The proposed hunting area is on all sides of the Hiwassee refuge which is a REFUGE for the cranes.  To hunt them means the refuge is really a trap.

Submit your input on the Sandhill Crane issue by email to, place in the subject line “Sandhill Crane”.  The comment period is open till August 10, 2013.  If someone you know does not have internet access, they can still submit their input by sending a letter to the Tennessee Wildlife Resources Agency, Att: Waterfowl Regulations, P.O. Box 40747, Nashville, TN, 37204.

-Dawn, The Good News Muse, 3 July 2013


Near the Full Flower Moon in May as I awakened my field of vision was white with black lines darting about reminiscent of the beginning and ending of old 16 mm home movies.  The lines came together to form a slowly rotating sunflower. The face of the sunflower rotated on the stem at an angle in a way a drawing cannot convey.

The continually rotating face of the sunflower meant no side was left  in the dark, no part of the circle failed to be exposed to the light. I thought of the ramifications of this in relation to the shadow, personally and collectively.

The center of the sunflower held a grid.  Five nights prior I saw a  grid of light in the stars.  It’s coppery-orange colors covered my visual field. I knew I was seeing into the center of a daisy.

photoThe sunflower though reminded me of a prototype, a word I never use.  It was a drawing of a model whereas the daisy revealed the energetics of stars energy engaging with us.

I thought of grids on which patterns are laid, old school graph paper used in architectural design and the energy grid running the world.  The words “In the beginning” came to mind followed by “In this New Beginning.”

I took Nature Speaks” by Ted Andrews off the shelf and read the face of the sunflower turns throughout the day so that it always faces the sun.  This was the rotation I had seen of which I did not previously know.  I read further. Sunflowers carry the masculine forces of the universe yet black of which the lines were made is related to the feminine’s creative and intuitive energies, mystery to me.  White reflects Truth and messages from the spirit world.

For me, this felt true. I was shown a Truth from Spirit. The feminine is informing the masculine which in turn takes action.  The two are joining in creating a new grid for this time in a way that hasn’t happened prior. On this grid we can place patterns we desire, patterns informed by Light.

With all the debate and arguing about energy resources, with our taking from and taxing Mother Earth more than ever, this new grid to which we have access is about a universal energy grid that lobbyists can’t control nor can politicians and political wannabes debate.

This vision held a very personal message for me. This particular morning thanks to early birds singing outside and Jerry’s gentle snoring inside, I got up to see sunrise something I had not done in a month at least. I bowed to the East knowing the sun was behind my neighbor’s house and the leafed out trees. Then I lay down on the futon and watched white cloud puffs turn pink.  Then the sunflower vision came with a message personally for me, a message of keeping my face turned toward the sun so I can see into my own personal shadows

-Dawn, The Good News Muse at Imagine the Shift  2 July 2013








“Sound goes out opening  a portal to a world awaiting us, a world already weaved.”

In rereading my journals from 2012, I found the following seen and unshared from a year ago.   The July pages that followed suggested why I didn’t share what I saw.  I wrote of being weary and worn as a month without rain stirred quiet concern and the externals of summer (ie. cleaning and refilling bird feeders, tending seeds in various stages of growth, stalking plants and keeping crabgrass out of the garden) took precedence over the internal.  With my energy going outward, I did not have energy left for the inward nor was I disciplined.

Fortunately this year I am at least in this moment more conscious of honoring the internal and the balancing of my energy.   A year later I am also aware I don’t have to know what visions fully mean when they come to me.  All I need do is listen, record and share.

June 29, 2012

Yesterday the eye returned to me.  In the eye was a planet on fire.  At first I thought I was seeing Venus, yet as I record this I sense I was seeing the Sun in the eye of the feminine aspect of the Divine.

Then as I fell asleep last night I was entering the stars.

Notations from 6/29/12

Notations from 6/29/12

This morning as I lay in bed I was fed white light through my third eye.  I do not recall ever being given white light in this way.

As I lay there I saw symbols in the center of a spinning mandala that I sensed was Native American.  As the mandala turned, the symbols changed. The only one I fully recognized was the letter h. The mandala then became a spinning portal. The portal then became a spider web with a single unmoving spider in the middle.

All of this was in white light on black.

A year later I read of what I was shown and this comes to me:

The Sun is in the eye of the Feminine Divine presently gifting those of us in the Northern hemisphere with its energy.  I also though think of the Son, Jesus, who to me was held in this eye as he made his earthly journey and descent into the underworld.  Being held in divine compassion, He emanated Love.

I am periodically transported into the Universe of stars where I’m shown things related to the unfolding of these times.

This night instead I fell asleep and awoke the next morning being fed Love’s Light through my third eye, the seat of intuition which I am here to trust and follow yet have neglected for significant periods in my adult life.

Love’s Light revealed the energy of  creation especially in h the letter to me representing breath.

Sound travels on breath.

The sound of creation goes out opening portals to other worlds, worlds within the heart of humankind and unseen worlds outside us.

Grandmother Spider the weaver of words and worlds has already woven the web of the new world of Love.   Many of us are here to consciously breathe and speak this new world into visibility.  For me this is best done by sitting each day in focused meditation and prayer.  The structure of the h also reminds me of a chair and how I feel best when I take the time to sit in this way.

The more I do this the greater my awareness that we too are held in the eye of the Feminine Divine and given white light’s energy in order to create from black’s Mystery.

I send this message out knowing it will be found by those who need it and I welcome your thoughts.

This is a link to a story “Wanted: Willing Weavers“I found on my Imagine the Shift website.  Written 7 days before the above seeings, it’s from two other visions in Spring 2012 and Fall 2011.  I also found 6 days prior to the above, notes from a morning when I awakened to a spider web suspended from a single thread running from my ceiling fan to a dvd on my coffee table.  The dvd was about the universe and it was at the bottom of the web  not the top. Significant.  A spider sat in the middle.  I actually missed the intricacies of the spider’s web until I took a photo. The light revealed the web just as our light reveals the web already woven for us!!! !

And this link “Can I Like Nature Let Go and Shift”will take you to a piece written as I listened to the summer drought of 2012.

-Sincerely, Dawn, The Good News Muse  2 July 2013