Downloads from Dawn for 2013 and Beyond

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

Four years ago today I was in Havasu Canyon home of the Havasupai. The experience that follows is always more with me especially at this time. 

In 2009 my friend Karen Johnson and I backpacked into Havasu Canyon.  This area was unfamiliar to me yet many of the Havasupai still live in this remote western end of the Grand Canyon home of Havasu Falls’ blue-green waters. Traditionally considered the Guardians of the Grand Canyon, the tribe in 1919 was restricted to the area into which we hiked when the national park was designated.

When the anniversary of our trip rolls around each year, I’m especially mindful of a particular vision I was shown while at the Falls one day.Image

Each afternoon we’d make our way through the campground to the cool blue water, the gathering place of many campers in the mid-day heat. To the Havasupai these waters were healing and sacred.  Knowing this created tension for me as hikers often climbed the rocks and jumped turning these sacred grounds into a water park.

One afternoon while lying on my towel immersed in the sounds of the Falls and the people around me, I had a vision.  At first I was saw a five-pointed star. Then from the star’s center, a ramp came down as if someone walked from the star.  Then the star’s edges took a cloud-like shape and the star became a heart.  Slowly the heart separated into pieces then vanished.

I turned this over and over in my mind so as to not forget the symbols amidst the surrounding noise and distractions. I intuitively sensed I had been shown Sirius but I wasn’t sure and didn’t know why.

As I noted the vision, I was joined by a dog. I called to his owners as they played cards on their nearby blanket and asked his name.

“Moses,” they shared.

As soon as I heard “Moses” I knew I had seen Sirius for all I knew about Sirius is it’s called “The Dog Star.”  This four-legged, friendly confirmation affirmed my hunch.

I have kept this vision close since then and have wondered why, why, why it appeared to me.  Now I’m given a glimpse as I realize:

Into the canyon, Love came.

From the void where all appeared dark, Love came from the stars 

and Love on Earth was born. 

Love, Love came from the Stars to dwell in our bodies, minds, spirits and hearts.

Imagine the Shift of Earth’s people remembering we are each Love and we come from the Stars.

-Dawn! The Good News Muse 30 June 2013

Early this Spring one afternoon sleep over came me and I lay down.  As soon as I closed my eyes a fuchsia spider crawled into my black field of vision.  The spider itself then turned black as my field of vision turned fuchsia. I watched the little black spider crawl upward. As it got to an edge the Universe appeared and spider vanished as it crawled into the stars.  The scene then began to move away from me. As it did, I realized the Universe was in an eye, a woman’s eye which I think of as the Divine Feminine.

For days I tried to figure this out. What was I being told?

Something has shifted in my brain over the last year. For a long time I blamed this change on surgery nearly two years ago then on menopause.  Now I sense it’s part of another shift, a shift from my thinking the way I’m accustomed to listening deeply and intuitively.

Days passed and a month later, I snapped this photo of our clematis. This is the most beautiful it’s been in the nearly twenty years since we planted it.

After taking the photo I saw the spider and immediately thought of my vision as well as another last Fall when I was in the stars and saw a black hole or portal holding what I knew was the uncreated energy in the Universe making itself available to us now for conscious creation.

This speck of a spider so near the clematis’ center looked right at me and suddenly I knew what it was telling me:  “This is where I crawled to in the Universe. I am at that energy center making available for all who are willing weavers new energy for this Time, energy of Love wanting to come into the Earthly realm, but I need willing weavers.”

I’m a willing weaver most days yet there are times when I still go unconscious, struggle and disconnect.

Spider says: Give me the strands of what you call fear, your uncertainty and apprehension and let us hold them in Love for you do not do this alone.  I sit at the portal ready to weave with all on Earth and through the Universe the energy of compassion and love.”

Are you a willing weaver?

-Dawn, The Good News Muse -2 May 2013

First posted 21 June 2012 –


On the afternoon of June 11, 2012, exhaustion suddenly overcame me.  I have learned to listen when this occurs for I’m often given a message.  As soon as I closed my eyes, I saw an eye, an eye that I know is feminine because of its long lashes.   She had not appeared to me for some time.  This time though the eye was closed.  Within seconds it vanished then returned and was open.

This eye which I consider the feminine aspect of the Divine was quickly followed by a raccoon’s masked face.  A second soon joined it.  The faces of two young raccoons remained in my field of vision then vanished. They were replaced by a golden hand its palm facing upward extending from me as if I were offering my hand to someone or something.

I had seen raccoon eyes and the eye before but never a golden hand.   I noted this series of images and then returned to work.


Just over two weeks later as I concluded my morning walk, I heard Judy my neighbor calling my name.  She stood in her yard diagonally across the street animatedly shouting that she had an emergency.

Inside I smiled as I heard the phrase, “two baby raccoons.”  This was related to the vision. Curled in a plastic crate by another neighbor’s house were two young raccoons fast asleep.


Three of us stood over these sleeping youngsters and agreed it was wisest to leave them in hopes their mother returned.  I was relieved yet curious and torn because of the vision. Why had I seen the golden hand?  Was I to lend a hand?  This was the time of day usually reserved for my writing, yet it was all I could do to stay focused and not intervene.  Yet not intervening felt right.

The next morning we discovered the raccoons were gone.  Judy and I stood in the street and cheered. Then I went about my day wondering how this was connected to what I had been shown.

That afternoon Judy called again.  The prior day’s events were a prelude to an unfolding story.  The young raccoons had been found in the yard of our newest neighbor who had swiftly hired an animal trapping service.  A trapper had already arrived and for several hundred dollars caught one of the babies and left baited traps for the remaining one which had climbed a tree.  A third neighbor had asked the trapper what would be done with the baby.  The business owner said he would abide by federal guidelines. When asked if this meant he would kill the raccoon, the trapper reiterated he would “follow guidelines.”  This neighbor quickly searched for the guidelines and couldn’t clearly discern what the man really meant.  I then learned another local business used trapped raccoons for training hunting dogs.  This made me sick.

Heartbroken I weighed whether I was to intervene and call my neighbor.  What if he was upset and told me this was none of my business?  I did not want to create hard feelings yet I had hard feelings related to what had already occurred.  Judy persisted and contacted with someone in the neighborhood who traps feral cats for neutering and spaying.  I was in my raised beds trying to dig my sorrow for the raccoons away when Judy and Cici arrived with a trap.  I feared it was too small but agreed to set it overnight in my yard in hopes of beating the business man to the remaining young raccoon.

The next morning, my trap was empty and I felt panic.  To ignore calling my new neighbor felt like I was ignoring the vision and the raccoon.  I had to reach out, extend a hand.

I suspect some people in small towns, like the one in which I grew up, think urban folk don’t know their neighbors.  This may be true for some neighborhoods but not Westwood.  Seven homes in my little ‘neck of the world,’ a dead end street in Nashville’s busy West End/Vanderbilt area, have been occupied by the same residents for going on twenty years.  We have an unofficial neighborhood watch when it comes to one another.  Our watch includes animals.

In talking with our newest neighbor, I explained that we’re accustomed to raccoons and opossums navigating our yards at night.   The new neighbors weren’t. They were frightened; concerned the raccoons would try to nest under their house.

I offered to reimburse my neighbor half of the fee he had already paid the trapping company if he would give me the young raccoon.  He confirmed it was in the cage and the business had been alerted.  Yet upon hearing of “Walden’s Puddle” he quickly agreed, not to taking my monetary offer, but to giving me the young raccoon if I could get it in time.

Imagine my joy when I found these dear eyes looking at me.

I called a fourth neighbor who helped me get the raccoon into small carrier she offered to the endeavor.

With the raccoon in the front seat, I made the thirty minute drive to “Walden’s Puddle” singing most of the way.  I sang and this dear, dear animal in return made a chirping, purring sound like my cat when she’s extremely content.  The raccoon, it seemed, sang back to me the entire way.

I had heard of “Walden’s Puddle” for years but had never taken an animal there.  As I handed over the young raccoon, a woman walked in with a fawn in her arms.  A Walden staff member checked its skin and confirmed her suspicion – dehydration.  The summer’s drought was impacting animals significantly.  The lack of water meant mothers couldn’t easily produce milk for their young.  The fawn had been in the middle of the road.  It did not move even when the woman parked and walked up to it.  It allowed her to take it into her arms and place it into her car.  A technician immediately took the fawn and I walked to my car realizing I was in heaven on Earth.

I’m one of those persons that knows a line to a song but never the entire song.  I drove back to Nashville with a line “We’ve got to get back to the garden” singing through my mind knowing Walden’s Puddle is a special part of Earth’s garden.

As I neared home, I called the neighborhood network to share our success and thank them for their help.  Unfortunately I learned the trapper was now trying to catch the mother raccoon.  Our neighbor had signed a 7 day contract and for whatever reason couldn’t or wouldn’t tell the man to not return even though the man had received payment in advance.

Our endeavor was not complete.  I stopped at the neighborhood hardware store to look into the cost of a large humane trap.  I learned the men at Hillsboro Hardware are part of my tribe as they shared of rescuing bunnies in their yards so their dogs couldn’t kill them.

As I paid for a trap, I heard playing on the store radio, “We’ve got to get back to the garden.”   The Universal ipod confirmed my journey.  Before leaving the store parking lot, I found the lyrics on-line.  I sat in my car smiling outside and inside as I came upon the line that reads:  We are golden.  And I thought of the golden hand in my vision.

My neighbors and those involved with Walden’s Puddle are golden.  My new neighbor is as well.  I called him again.  He agreed that if I used the new trap, I could render his traps harmless each night in hopes of my catching the mother.

Three mornings later I awoke to find her peering from the covered trap.

Unlike her baby, her initial response was upset.  She growled fiercely as I consoled her.  I squatted by the cage and said:  “I know it’s scary. Life on Earth can be hard.  When humans don’t understand the heart, it gets hard. Life gets hard and the heart gets hard.”  

I made the chirping sound the way its baby had talked to me hoping she would understand and said, “That’s the language your baby made.   It’s your first language.  I love you and am so sorry for what people have done because we have forgotten our first language.” 

At first as I spoke, the raccoon’s ears trembled.  Then I realized I had my journal in front of me, like a shield over my heart. I lay my journal aside and something shifted.  You may think I was imagining things but I saw the shift in the raccoon’s eyes.

I drove again from Nashville this time with a raccoon in a large trap in my back seat. Although she never chirped to me, she never growled after that first time.

What I ‘got’ or learned during that drive is something I am repeatedly taught by the animals I encounter.  I was so happy loving this animal yet there was a deeper love than mine in the car.  This animal loved me more than I could fathom more than I loved her.  We shared a bond that went beyond the moment.  I knew she appreciated my caring for her but most of all for caring about her children.

She seemed to say, “Thank you for extending the golden hand of your heart to my children and me.” 

The animals come here because they love us so.  They continue coming to Earth because they have a hope in us that many of us don’t even have in ourselves.  They are here partnering with us in this time of great unfolding Mystery as the feminine, feeling aspect of the Divine awakens.  They offer themselves to us in hopes that we might fully realize who we are.

Who are we?  We are golden.  We carry a golden heart from which we can at any moment extend a golden hand.   This is our first language when young, yet often like the mother raccoon, we learn to exhibit hostility and defensiveness rather than trust and love.  We learn to mask vulnerability like her initial grown hid her trembling ears.

What I know about myself, which may or may not be true for you, is when I forget my first language, Love, and don’t extend myself, to people or to the animals my heart begins to disconnect then gradually tune out and harden.

Our golden hearts have opportunities daily to extend ourselves, offering a hand to one another, to those we don’t know or think we know, to the animals and to Nature.  To do otherwise means we risk missing our reason for being alive.  To do otherwise, means we potentially miss our role in the greater awakening of Divine Love and getting “back to the garden” that is Earth.

-Dawn, The Good News Muse at 17 July 2012

I was looking through my blog today and came across this post. It just feels right to repost in these times. – Dawn

Visions, Voices, Scenes and Dreams

A prior vision of two lions, a male and a female, reminded me of another months ago involving a lion.  


In that vision I saw a beautiful lion made of light with a huge mane.  It dissolved and in its place was my mother’s face, her smiling, joyous face also made of light. I thought, ‘My mother has the love and courage of the lion.’

Months later the remembrance of this vision still makes me smile.

I smile yet wonder how many women are like my seventy-something Mother?  She represents so many throughout time assuming the role society suggested, devoting her life to family and trying to get everything just right.  I think of the female souls born in her time as courageous.  Do they realize their courage coming to Earth as carriers of the heart?  Do they see their beauty?  Do we see their beauty?


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   Sometime ago an elephant crossed my mind. No, I’ve not suddenly become Republican. I was walking through my living room when I thought of Ganesh, the elephant god considered by Hindu’s to be the remover of obstacles. I’ve not become Hindu either.

Last Fall while in Sedona’s Andrea Smith Gallery celebrating Ganesh’s birthday with a golden iced cake, I saw and ate cake but also bought a scarf with elephant eyes peering through a leafy thicket. I was wearing that scarf when in a crystal clear moment Ganesh entered my mind accompanied by words, words that said:

“Of course, Fear has to rise. All the obstacles to Love have to rise if Love is going to shine its brightest here on Earth.”

Suddenly everything made sense. Fear and Love have danced together throughout the ages. If you listen only to the headlines, Fear seems to be taking the lead on America’s dance floor fueled by everything from last summer’s bedbugs, the recycled fear of socialism, immigrants and government shutdown, the ongoing fears of bad weather and aging as well as loosing jobs, erections and the right to carry guns. The fear of flu comes ‘round each winter and not long ago Homeland Security created announcements for Walmart telling customers to report suspicious behavior in parking lots or store aisles.

Fear plays on the surface as many dance. The players of the instruments (drug companies, agriBusiness, lobbyists, politicians and much of mainstream media) go about their business, some dancing to the bank, many of them unconsciously dancing in fear too.

“Fear has to rise. All the obstacles to Love have to rise if Love is going to shine its brightest here on Earth.”

This was the perfect message as I try to hold the big picture of these tumultuous times and the accompanying tension in my heart and mind. This grace-filled message reminds me that fear is not the problem. Fear is the signal that things are shifting. The paradigm of domination and separation that has for centuries prevailed in the world is loosing its grip.

The rising of Fear signals that Love is rising too. Love is rising in the dance not to conquer or win but to show up and shine, waking up in America and our world to a degree it has never shone prior.

Fear is signaling the potential for a new level of awareness in the dance. Fear signals that over time increased consciousness has laid the ground work for these Times. All those who have bravely loved and died are part of the foundation on which the collective heart of the world now rises.

This message helps me see the times through a wide angle lens, to see all the many unfolding stories as part of a larger story as we are given the choice to shift from sleepwalking to awareness, from thinking we are separate to realizing our connectedness, from dominating Earth to appreciating and living in relationship to the environment and nature.

While pondering this dance, I suddenly knew: Fear fears we will do to it what it has done throughout time. That we will demand it pay, make it suffer and cause it pain. That we will in turn try to conquer and control it. Fear does not trust that Love doesn’t keep score, make demands or seek revenge. This level of Love makes no demands.

Love holds space for Fear to be loved too, while loving the frightened, especially those who don’t even know they’re afraid.

Then comes the rub, the obstacles to love have to rise in me too. A personal obstacle of my own is the ‘how’ of holding these times. I must release the desire to control how others dance, the Roves, Palins and Bachmans of our country, and instead lovingly hold my own inner dance knowing it is connected to the world’s ball room.

This is part of the Mystery of these times as we shift each in our own way from sleepwalking and reactivity to greater awareness. As we wake up, Love wakes up.

Let those of us who are heart specialists invite and embrace fear so it is held in the vibration of loving compassion and understanding.

Imagine Fear, vulnerable Fear, welcomed and held in the gentle arms of Love, the Great Remover of Obstacles.

-Dawn! The Good News Muse,1 April 2013

first posted 14 April 2011

P.S. Synchronistic events and links often arrive when I’m working on a story. For example, when writing this I learned of Bridge Reynold’s Deity Arts, cards and prints of Bridgets works including Ganesh.

Then yesterday upon completing this Musing, I’m in camera shop where I see a woman I had first seen there just over a month prior. As I downloaded pictures, she came by to visit then gave me her postcard with of course an elephant on it !!! Alice is an adventurer whose site had dozens of photos of wildlife and people from around the world. Visit her site at: