Hallowed Vibrations

10/27/2021

November 7th from 1PM to 3PM EST
On Zoom
Learn to journey and meet your power animal.
Couple of places left, please contact me if interested
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07/31/2021

07/20/2021

You have everything you need!

Remember Your Medicine

The most powerful medicine is the medicine we carry inside our self.
Our inner medicine bag is filled with everything we need. We only have to remember it is there and call out to it...
There is bravery when surrounded by fear.
Friendship when alone.
Laughter when there is sadness.
Peace when there is chaos.
Healing when there is hurt.
Love when there is hatred.
Take a look inside, ...your medicine bag was placed there long before you were here. It has grown and filled itself as you have. Open it up and let it fill your heart basket and just close your eyes and... Remember.
Peace to you always, Walking, Redskyhawk

~Walking the Earth Touching the Sky

05/19/2021

If you ever wondered what shamanism is all about, here are some answers for you.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RH-gPFMtHdc

03/03/2021

Just breathe!

12/21/2020

Yule starts today December 21st this year and ends on January 1st.
Happy Yule time to all my friends!
May the light shine on you, and in you, brighter and brighter as the season goes on.......

Twas the night before Yuletide and all through the glen
Not a creature was stirring, not a fox, not a hen.
A mantle of snow shone brightly that night
As it lay on the ground, reflecting moonlight.
The faeries were nestled all snug in their trees,
Unmindful of flurries and a chilly north breeze.
The elves and the gnomes were down in their burrows,
Sleeping like babes in their soft earthen furrows.
When low! The earth moved with a thunderous quake,
Causing chairs to fall over and dishes to break.
The Little Folk scrambled to get on their feet
Then raced to the river where they usually meet.
“What happened?” they wondered, they questioned, they probed,
As they shivered in night clothes, some bare-armed, some robed.
“What caused the earth’s shudder? What caused her to shiver?”
They all spoke at once as they stood by the river.
Then what to their wondering eyes should appear
But a shining gold light in the shape of a sphere.
It blinked and it twinkled, it winked like an eye,
Then it flew straight up and was lost in the sky.
Before they could murmur, before they could bustle,
There emerged from the crowd, with a swish and a rustle,
A stately old crone with her hand on a cane,
Resplendent in green with a flowing white mane.
As she passed by them the old crone’s perfume,
Smelling of meadows and flowers abloom,
Made each of the fey folk think of the spring
When the earth wakes from slumber and the birds start to sing.
“My name is Gaia,” the old crone proclaimed
in a voice that at once was both wild and tamed,
“I’ve come to remind you, for you seem to forget,
that Yule is the time of re-birth, and yet…”
“I see no hearth fires, hear no music, no bells,
The air isn’t filled with rich fragrant smells
Of baking and roasting, and simmering stews,
Of cider that’s mulled or other hot brews.”
“There aren’t any children at play in the snow,
Or houses lit up by candles’ glow.
Have you forgotten, my children, the fun
Of celebrating the rebirth of the sun?”
She looked at the fey folk, her eyes going round,
As they shuffled their feet and stared at the ground.
Then she smiled the smile that brings light to the day,
“Come, my children,” she said, “Let’s play.”
They gathered the mistletoe, gathered the holly,
Threw off the drab and drew on the jolly.
They lit a big bonfire, and they danced and they sang.
They brought out the bells and clapped when they rang.
They strung lights on the trees, and bows, oh so merry,
In colors of cranberry, bayberry, cherry.
They built giant snowmen and adorned them with hats,
Then surrounded them with snow birds, and snow cats and bats.
Then just before dawn, at the end of their fest,
Before they went homeward to seek out their rest,
The fey folk they gathered ‘round their favorite oak tree
And welcomed the sun ‘neath the tree’s finery.
They were just reaching home when it suddenly came,
The gold light returned like an arrow-shot flame.
It lit on the tree top where they could see from afar
The golden-like sphere turned into a star.
The old crone just smiled at the beautiful sight,
“Happy Yuletide, my children,” she whispered. “Good night.”
Author: C.C Wiliford

12/20/2020

Have a wonderful Winter Solstice! Let's celebrate the return of the light!

Art: Stephanie Winters

09/10/2020

You are here at this time to make a decision, what will it be?

I, Chief Arvol Looking Horse, of the Lakota, Dakota, and Nakota Nations, ask you to understand an Indigenous perspective on what has happened in America, what we call “Turtle Island.” M…

06/16/2020

Come and learn how to have access to the wisdom and power of your helping spirits!
This course will be online thru Zoom!

06/02/2020

New offering. Limited to 6 participants!

05/31/2020

For the Love of .....

"For the love of a tree..
She went out on a limb.
For the love of the sea..
She rocked the boat.
For the love of the earth..
She dug deeper.
For the love of community..
She mended fences.
For the love of the stars..
She let her light shine.
For the love of spirit..
She nurtured her soul.
For the love of a good time..
She sowed seeds of happiness.
For the love of the Goddess..
She drew down the moon.
For the love of nature..
She made compost.
For the love of a good meal..
She gave thanks.
For the love of family..
She reconciled differences.
For the love of creativity..
She entertained new possibilities.
For the love of her enemies..
She suspended judgment.
For the love of herself..
She acknowledged her worth.
And the world was richer for her."
— For the Love of the World by Charlotte Tall Mountain

Art by Eyan Myers Creative

04/14/2020

This message was given a year ago, seems like great advice for these times!

MESSAGE FROM THE COUNCIL OF 13 INDIGENOUS GRANDMOTHERS

April 24, 2019 Consciousness, Spirituality 1122

Message from the Council of 13 Indigenous Grandmothers

‘As you move through these changing times… be easy on yourself and be easy on one another. You are at the beginning of something new. You are learning a new way of being. You will find that you are working less in the yang modes that you are used to.

You will stop working so hard at getting from point A to point B the way you have in the past, but instead, you will spend more time experiencing yourself in the whole, and your place in it.

Instead of traveling to a goal out there, you will voyage deeper into yourself. Your mother’s grandmother knew how to do this. Your ancestors from long ago knew how to do this. They knew the power of the feminine principle… and because you carry their DNA in your body, this wisdom and this way of being is within you.

Call on it. Call it up. Invite your ancestors in. As the yang based habits and the decaying institutions on our planet begin to crumble, look up. A breeze is stirring. Feel the sun on your wings.’

02/26/2020

Always remember to bring them in!