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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

The Elephant Said, “Let Fear Rise”

   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:

The Dream of the Businessman

(I forget the title I chose for this blog includes dreams.  Fortunately events related to Monsanto this week reminded me of this particular dream which I’m resharing from another site of mine. It’s lengthy but feels crucial for these times. Sincerely, Dawn, The Good News Muse.)

One recent morning, I awoke sobbing. I had dreamed of the creek at my grandparents’ in the country, the creek that flowed past their home and through the field in which their cows grazed. In the dream, my nephews and I made our way through a labyrinth of spider webs and wooden boards to emerge on top of a small platform by the creek. I loved this creek. It was the place in my childhood, where tadpoles turned into frogs and crayfish hid among the pebbles. This was where I first saw stones imprinted with tiny fossilized swimming, crawling creatures from eons past. Buttercups grew along the bank in spring, the same bank where in summer my grandmother would spread a pallet, country speak for quilt, where we’d eat sugar and butter sandwiches on white bread, to us a real treat.

These fond memories relate to nature along the creek yet I awoke from my dream crying. I awoke crying because we emerged from the labyrinth to find the creek was now a swiftly flowing river.

With the contamination and disappearance of streams for a variety of reasons, to see a stream that was now a river should have been a good thing. But it wasn’t. The river had a wood chip mill built alongside it. Water from the river was used to supply power to the chipper as all things wooden – old chairs, tables and planks – were shredded. At one point the shell of a black truck from the 1930’s floated past as I watched horrified.

My father stood on the platform. It was his parents who had owned this land. I looked at him and with urgency said, “We’ve got to stop this. I’ll buy the land.”

With a profoundly sad look on his face, he told me regulations prevented this because once a mill was built on a stream the contract could not be reversed. I compassionately replied, “I know. I know. You did what you thought you had to do. You thought you had to sell the land to take care of the kids.”

I then entered a nearby board room where a businessman was releasing people, salt-of-the-earth people from this dear rural town, from their debts. This is at least how it initially appeared as the man outlined for each person the amount he could financially save them if they agreed to his terms. People were quite pleased he was there to help. I watched as they seemed asleep. In their trust they were blind as to how he was the one profiting from their predicament.

Then the man gave me a document, a piece of paper that held two things in writing granting me debt relief. I didn’t even know I had a debt but I immediately knew I could do the things required of me.

One line read: Sing: “We Rejoice in Earth” a song I did not know but certainly knew I could sing. The line at the bottom of the form read: Owed: Forgiveness. All that was required of me was to sing and forgive.

Weeping, I turned to the businessman and said, “Oh, but I do, I do forgive you. I do.” He looked at me in disbelief as I could hardly get out the words. Between intermittent sobs and gasps for breath, I told him I practiced a meditative prayer honoring the fact that we are all connected and in our unity I am part of him as he is part of me. I could find it in my heart to forgive him of everything.*

I awoke from the dream.

In childhood, I was witness to nature along the creek. In the dream, I witnessed the acts of human nature, acts resulting in inventions like the truck that floated past as well as the acts of using others and their allowing themselves to be used for another’s gain. I’ve benefited from these acts and have also been pained. So many of these acts and decisions, like the contract with the mill on the river, cannot be reversed.

Humankind, like my nephews and me, has made its way through the labyrinth of life to this place where the creek of time is now a swiftly moving river of all creation. How many businessmen or men like my father have impacted the river of creation with decisions based on short-term gains for themselves or to care for their children, without thought as to the long-term impact on their children’s lives and health or to the interconnected web that supports us here at home on Earth? How many of these businessmen are now politicians or CEO’s connected to lobbying groups, men unconsciously fueled by fear, trying to gut the EPA while playing on people’s fear, salt-of-the-earth people who trust without thinking? How many businessmen line their pockets exploiting Earths’ resources, precious metals, trees, coal and petroleum or even now consider how they might exploit potential metals on the moon? (Yes, a Silicon Valley group aspires to mine the moon in the coming years.)

I’ve harbored such anger at what mankind has done to Earth and how Nature is treated and mistreated, neglected and used for human benefit without appreciation. I’ve held such anger and despair that at times I didn’t think I could continue living on Earth.

So often I’ve wished for all the money in the world, all the money in the world to buy back the land like I desired in the dream. How many lotteries have I wanted to win so I could buy the remaining fields and forests as well as clear the land of homes of man so Earth could be restored? I cannot buy back the land.

How beautiful then that the businessman provided the answer to my grief as well as his own plight and redemption. The businessman gave me the key to healing and resonance with Mother Earth in these times. The slip of paper offered me held the two acts needed for our redemption, actions coming from the spirit of the human heart.

Singing and forgiving we buy back the land, first the land that is our heart, for how we treat the outer land parallels how we have treated or ignored our inner land. Through reclaiming the heart’s land, we reconnect with the outer land, the land that is Mother Earth.

Singing and forgiving we buy back the land. We awake from the dream of separation to our unity. Singing and forgiving we energetically reverse the contracts that have negatively impacted the web of life.

I need You. The businessman needs you. Earth needs You. Whether you’re a singer, dancer, drummer, laugher, lover, wherever your joy and creativity lives, you are needed at this time. Don’t wait until Earth Day!!!! Let’s rejoice in Earth. Let’s forgive the businessman for his lack of awareness as to his relationship with Earth, the impact of his actions on the land, air, water and animals and the future health of his children I ask you, your neighbor, your family to join me uniting humankind, to redeem us, to pay off our debt by singing, by rejoicing in Earth and by forgiving ourselves for our ignoring and not appreciating the myriad of ways in which Mother Earth supports us.

We bear witness and yes, those of us of heart may still grieve. It is time to forgive and sing. From this place Mother Earth feels our compassion, our partnership and we re-knit the torn threads in the web of life while just maybe healing and waking the businessman, waking the businessman who gave me this beautiful dream.

Please join him and me

-Dawn! The Good News Muse, 11 April 2011

* To learn more about the meditation or prayer form that I described to the man in my dream, click here – Ho’oponopono. I do not have this perfected, but I do know when I practice this simple prayer of “I love you. I’m sorry. Please forgive me. I thank you” I and my part of the greater web is healed and at peace.


My Mother, A Lion and The Divine Feminine

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?

The root of the word courage is Latin and French for heart Yet courage is more associated with going into battle against an external enemy rather than standing and speaking for the heart.

In the book “Animal Speaks by Ted Andrews I read: “Lion represents the power of the female sun and the assertion of the feminine.”  There was a time when the lion and sun were considered symbols of the feminine.  Yet both, like courage, were co-opted and assumed by the powers of prior times.

How is it the symbolism of the lion, the sun and ultimately the feminine were taken over by the patriarchy and courage redefined?

During the times of the Roman coliseums thousands of lions were killed at the hands of the gladiators.  I’ve often wondered how a group of people could consider slaughter entertaining.  Were there women then who wanted to step forward and demand an end to such stunning loss?  Did any of them suggest to their husbands that killing animals for sport was not an act of courage?  I’ve similarly wondered how early American women in particular kept quiet as Native Americans were removed from their homes or as slaves brought here were then beaten into subservience.  And how did the women in Hitler’s Germany maintain quiet as millions upon millions were sent to concentration camps?

When I think of history, I want to know the history of the human heart and how it is we can be so dark?  How is it the carriers of Love over time were as a whole so silent?  What happened to the masculine that allowed such heartless seeming acts to unfold?

Even today I wonder how people consider dog fighting and sex trafficking entertaining. (Bear with me here.)  The past winter, I’ve learned how ignorant and in the dark I’ve been of events in my own Tennessee backyard.

In late November, Animal Rescue Corp rescued sixty dogs in “Operation Broken Chain” on Nashville’s outskirts in a large dog fighting operation.  Dog fighting in itself is cruel and abusive, yet I did not know until this rescue that owners kill the dog that looses unless it is killed in the fight.

The same week while on-line seeking another website, I came across a sex trafficking website for  End Slavery TN helping young women on the road to healing who have escaped traffickers.  I clicked on an interview in which a young woman named Hope told her story.  She bravely explained how she and others were made to crawl unclothed across a stage with dog collars around their necks before an audience.  Then they were graded on their performances sexually.  What?!!!

How, how, how can a person find entertainment in watching fights between dogs, man’s best friend, or seeing man’s helpmate, woman, treated with such horror and disdain?

What has happened to the human heart, soul and brain?  Has the collective heart over time experienced so much pain that we’ve become anesthetized on some level? Have those of us who are sensitive found it easier to turn away?  I thought of the phrase: “Out of sight.  Out of mind.”  Given this, it’s not a stretch to ‘out of heart’ is it?

More specifically what has happened to my heart?  How have I neglected this story for two months?  Is it as simple as fearing people will cringe or be uncomfortable upon reading this?  Where is my courage?

Months ago after noting the vision of the lion and my mother, I also wrote of a scene from childhood that at the time entered my mind, a scene to which I was witness as a preteen.  My mother wanted to sing in the church choir and somehow my father, who only went to church episodically, learned of this.  He condescendingly told her, “You just want to be seen.”

I now think, ‘Excuse me.  My mother just wanted to sing, yet is there something so wrong with wanting to be seen?’

In our house there was.  My father was one of the most kind, caring and generous men in our community.  The receiving line to express condolences when he died was outside the door of the funeral home until past closing time.  As is not uncommon, my father was not fully the person in public that he was at home.  He cared for us materially yet he could be condescending and controlling especially of my mother.  Sharing through song would have been a means of expressing her joy, finding her voice and being in her heart.  Yet that moment of giving in to my father was one of many I suspect in which she disconnected from her beauty and her voice.

My father wasn’t born a controller. He was first controlled by his parents as they feared their only child might die.  Penned in the lines of his baby book I have read of my grandparents’ fear that he would die of whooping cough.

Vulnerable and afraid, they never loosened their grip on my father nor did he stand up to them.  Even late in life my grandfather followed my father an adult about town keeping tabs on his whereabouts.  Today this is called stalking.  I suspect feeling out of control and ashamed in relation to his father prompted my father to be more controlling at home rather than encounter my grandfather’s rage.

My father was controlled and became a controller.  It wasn’t until he could no longer control a cancer diagnosis that he became vulnerable.

Four decades later, the past mingles with the present as I experience the effects of the father of my childhood residing in me.  On the next page in my journal, the day after I noted the vision, I wrote of coming across a You Tube video of a singer who had won “The Voice.”  Not watching much tv, I didn’t know what “The Voice” actually was.  The telling thought I confided in these private paper pages was, ‘If my father hadn’t been so controlling or my mother hadn’t listened to him, I might have been a singer or certainly have had an easier time having my voice.’

Expressing myself through stories may appear easy, yet with stories such as this I spend weeks, months, discerning what to write, trying to get my message perfectly clear so as to ensure I won’t be judged.  In trying to protect myself from judgment, I distance from my heart and voice.

Just as my father didn’t want my mother stepping outside his comfort zone the controller now in me likewise doesn’t want me stepping beyond my box. My enemy is internal. My battle isn’t with swords or guns but with subtle embedded beliefs.  The frightened masculine in me tries to exert control as it fears my being seen, being vulnerable.

Yet aren’t we at our most vulnerable when revealing our insides?  Doesn’t fully inhabiting our hearts mean being vulnerable and open to everything including pain?  Aren’t we at our most powerful when we live and speak from our insides?   

Individuals like Hope and groups like End Slavery TN and Animal Rescue Corp embody the original intent of courage.  They  stand and speak for the heart.  They embody the early symbolism of the Lion.  These groups and individuals aren’t just rescuing young women and animals; they are excavating and reviving the heart on a quantum level. They are integral to the rising Divine Feminine as is my Mother who continues to express joy and love in spite of numerous losses and changes over the last seven years.

What if the Divine has been awaiting this time, a time when all of us, women and men alike, have the opportunity to remember and own the feminine energies we hold, not to control, compete with or suppress the masculine, but to engage with compassion and  find our Voice as we stand and speak for the heart.  It is time to be seen, to demand  an end to dog fighting, animal abuse and sex trafficking.  It is time to reclaim the original meaning of courage and not speak in hate but with firm compassion from our hearts.

Can you imagine it?   What if we are in this time writing a new chapter in the history of the Heart?

I believe it is written in the stars and this is the time to fulfill our part.

Can you sense courage stirring, stirring in your heart?

(I just learned earlier tonight that Hope in the video I saw earlier is on Channel 2 WKRN in Nashville in the morning, Sat. Feb. 16 at either 6 or 8:00.)

Dawn, The Good News Muse, 15 Feb. 2013

The Year of the Snake – The Healing Power of Venom

As the Chinese New Year began recently and I learned this is the Year of the Snake I immediately thought of a vision I had last August.

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 recorded the vision and wondered what it 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 stories 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 thought, ‘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, 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 August afternoon of the vision that I was to follow the example of the snake, to ingest the traits of this person I find most 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 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