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The Healing Power of Venom as The Year of the Snake Comes to a Close

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


The Mystery Unfolding in “Boot Camp” Around Us

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

The Heart of the Universe and the Feminine Form

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