In the beginning of July I went to Washington DC on a personal pilgrimage. I wrote about it here https://theyinfactor.wordpress.com/2013/07/08/miriam-holy-temples-strange-statues-the-rose-of-creation/
I have been researching the artifact I was gifted by my grandmother, Miriam. Today, I finally got my answers.
Visions are nothing more then memories from the past or the future. The more beautiful the vision, the more love accrued over billions of years of lifetimes. You also have dark memories as well. Slowly over time, many long years, you have accumulated them. Sticky like glue. Which one comes thru for you the clearest? like a lucidly fleeting moment in a quickie dream, or can you stay long enough in that state of perfection and bliss to make it real? Human(e)ly possible. When I remember who you really are the vision stays and opens further. You are a catalyst for me. Holding the fire. Connected deeply to Earth and the Moon.
I create my own source of power, I do not need yours.
I have seen the vision of how to do it. I am learning to manifest it. Free energy. New physics. I am watching my frailties with love instead of shame and hate. Changing perspectives moving into other possibilities. I’ll know what I want when it happens.
“Love means never having to say you’re sorry.” Erich Segal, Love Story
Disagree? if you’re love is truly total acceptance of another and yourself and you are truly in a state of love…..
When your heart is in nothing but love what is there to apologize for? How can you harm anyone? How can your vision be anything less then beautiful and perfect as is in its true state of existence? All else is clouds brought in by the deep stormy seas of your unconscious.
Who rules down there right now? Do you know? Have you met them? What vision did they gift you with? Do you remember it? Can you put it into words and build with them a beautiful creation? or do you destroy it before it reaches the surface?
Back to my story.
So when I was gifted the statue all I wanted to do was touch it. Lay my hands on it and feel the wood. It vibrated in a way that was thrilling and familiar. So I did, I touched it. As my hands felt it, a vision appeared. One I have only recalled glimpses of here and there in pieces of puzzles. Powerful charge this one. Dare I look into it?
Today scientists released a picture of seeing photosynthesis from space. A way to look into the cells of plants. Using satellites. Imagine what they can see in you?
Where is the light transformed the strongest?In the alchemy of transformation. In the allowing of life and death. In the exchange of light information. The cells of the plants are like our own, downloading the light languages of the Universe. Responding to the sun changes. By way of nurturing life. Evolution through the DNA.
What do you see when you look at this picture?
Where have all the major storms in the US been recently?
Could the plants be helping to reset humanity? Just recently in May of this year scientists announced they had discovered a communication between plants to help warn them of insect attacks.
Maybe the plants are warning each other about the current state of humanity. Match that along with human emotion and you have a powerful mix. Out of balance the country is. Half dead and not thriving. Dried up hearts praying for rain. Learn how to listen. See better. Let the light love in, expand your heart center.
Everything is alive because everything is energy.
Which brings me back to my statue and the story of Miriam.
She was given the statue by Helen Grodka (1898-1982) many years ago. Helen was adopted by the Delaware Indian tribe. In her ceremony she was given this statue. Years and years later she gifted it to my grandmother.
Esonknhsendehi yika diyaa schich’ine
changing mother gathers the grandmothers
The story of how I found it on my visit is an interesting one. I provided the link at the top for you should you decide to read it. Yesterday Miriam called me and said she had found the information. I didn’t have to remind her as the weeks past. She knew it was important. She followed through.
Helen’s daughter Sonia was able to give Miriam the information about her mother. When I got that information I started digging, like I was trying to harvest fiddle fern.
Helen Pep Grodka married Harry W. Blumenthal. Both were big contributors to the Smithsonian National Museum of the American Indian in Washington DC by way of donating sacred artifacts and items that Helen had collected her whole life. She was the first white woman ever adopted in to the Delaware Tribe.
Some of the items went to the “Small Spirits” exhibit. http://www.nmai.si.edu/searchcollections/item.aspx?culid=1117&irn=267185
Miriam told me it was a doll. Dolls play a very important role in the culture of the Native American people. Just about every tribe from every region of the world has created their own dolls, and each are made with different materials, and all have their own special meanings. Native American dolls were not just playthings for little girls. Some were Kachinas with very high spiritual purpose. I still however, had no answer to what kind of wood it was made from or why the woman had one breast hanging out.
The dolls could also been seen as to symbolize the little ones.
begoz’aahi det’aa alcise
the sacred laws given by the little ones.
A mens storage basket from Brazil. Holding his power in divine union, ark of covenant indigenous style. Holder of the sacred seeds. Helen protected it all this time, holding the vision. I can feel that vision, that memory, every time I hold the statue. Helen was a Jewish woman whose family was killed in the concentration camps in Germany. She came to the United States before the war started. The Indians redefined family for her. She also held another interesting item. A womans ceremonial apron from the Hixkaryána in Brazil.
This too eventually got donated. Protecting the power items. Guardian. Divine male and female energy reunited. The Delaware Nation, I found their symbols quite interesting.
Interesting twine, grandmothers and grandfathers. Ancestors & descendants. Dreaming the future now.
Will you join them awake?
The story continues…..