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Bruised, Black and Divine – A Vision Regarding the Feminine

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


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 Sunflower Grid – A Vision of the Masculine and Feminine Joining

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








The World Already Weaved

“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


Into the Canyon Love Came

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

Wanted: Willing Weavers

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 –