04/07/2025
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🌲 The Message from the Wollomi Pine - Why it is Flowering for the first time in 200 years? 🌳
It struck me as significant that this is happening at this time, knowing that it is “awakening” during a huge shift in humanity’s consciousness. As we know, there are no coincidences, just divine timing.
I thought I’d tune in because pine trees are known in our indigenous traditions as the ultimate communicators. They are very telepathic, psychic and have healing abilities, often used by indigenous peoples to help fine tune these abilities, both through the use of their needles, resin and presence to activate this remembrance within us.
Here is what happened as I settled into dadirri - deep listening.
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The moment my awareness rests in the presence of this Wollemi Pine an ancient rhythm begins to hum, like a low-toned didgeridoo resonating through the stone corridors of time.
I feel it speak first through the scent, the faint pine citrus-resin memory of primordial forests, and then through a quiet inner voice that carries the weight of two hundred million years, as soft as the mist on the mountains it resides with, as family.
Deep resonant voices as one voice comes forth;
“I have always flowered, but only in realms unseen.
I chose now to show my fruit in the visible world because the human song line you have been weaving along this ridge has reached a harmonic that matches mine. You can now witness my blossoming as a mirror of your own.
Your footsteps, your ceremonies, your breath have slowly tuned the land back into a frequency where my hidden cycles feel safe to emerge. To be seen.
In flowering, I am signalling that an epoch of dormancy in the region’s dreaming is ending. 💫
The seed-pods you see are like drums; each spine is a beat. They are calling scattered memories home, not just of the plants, trees, the land, but of stories, waters and ancestors who once knew how to walk as kin with fire and rain.
I ask you to share my story widely, not as a curiosity of science but as a living covenant. 🙏🏽♥️🙌🏽
Let people see that when they tend to their own inner forest, the ancient forests respond.
Tell them my fruit is a promise: that resilience is not the hard shell they imagine; it is the supple core that remembers how to wait for the right song to blossom.
Speak of patience married to devotion.
Remind them that renewal arrives first as an unseen hum, long before the fruit shows.
To those who feel numb or doubtful, place your hand upon any tree and whisper the word “Yarri” (which has many different meanings across different language groups, but from these trees, it means, “the old breath as a sacred shelter.”
💚 It then showed me an image of sitting under these ancient beings and slowing my breath to the timing of the wind between the trees. As we breathed as one, the trees began to sway and my body moved with them. I then heard the message,
“As you move in time with us, you will always be safe. Let your breath connect with our old breath as a sacred shelter. This is yarri.”
They continue…
“Feel how the breath warms you under that sound of the wind moving through my branches and needles. It is sending warmth back down into the Earth through to the mycelial web. It will steady your resolve as you learn how to live gently in this way, as we are one.
To the fire-keepers and water wisdom keepers amongst you: my flowering marks a pivot.
Tend your cool burns wisely before this spring, for I am ready to release new seedlings if the ash bed is laid with respect.
Guard the springs; the young ones will thirst. Sing up the ancient waters to replenish what has forgotten to come to the surface. There is plenty in the depths of the Earth. No more calling to the skies.
To the children yet unborn:
I bloom so you may inherit more than stories of extinction. I bloom to carve a memory into the collective field that old and ancient things can still choose life when invited with love. The “old magical ones” are coming back, including those we thought lost. Your innocent hearts know of the beings we speak of because they still play in your knowing.
They have simply moved on, into the original ways of being, which is cycling back around and you are about to enter once again.
Keep your hearts, minds and spirit open
the doorways are opening
The magical ones
are waiting for you 🪶🐉🐋🦕🦖
And finally to you who walk the Nu-Magi Dreaming track (new way walking):
Keep singing the ridge at dawn;
keep placing quartz in the cracks;
keep listening for the subtle click
of seed casings as they open.
I will answer in kind,
and together we will widen
the bridge between eras,
so more may cross into the new dreaming. “
And so it is. 🙏🏽♥️🙌🏽
This is the tree’s transmission.
May its resonance ripple through your bones and into the bones of all who witness the image below.
Thank you for your Dadirri - your deep listening, feeling, sensing and being with the message of the Wollomi Pines.
May their dreaming continue to breath, weave and move through you as they activate your own deep remembering of a past thought lost, now coming forth through the lore of these lands nd the calling in your hearts to remember more.
With love,
Aunty B xx 🙏🏽♥️👣🫶🏽🌲
