Imagine a timeless place filled with magic and wonder. This place exists at the deepest point within the forest, beneath the sacred hollow hills, shrouded in mist and buried in forgetfulness.
You find yourself stepping softly along a spiral, sporadically moss-covered pathway; and you know that with each step you take, you are closer to . . . something.
You notice out of the corner of your eyes, both to your left and to your right, flickering lights beyond which are looming shadows and shining forms.
You turn your head swiftly to get a good look, but you only see the jewel-like petals of flowers that blossom there. Gleaming liquid sparkles on their delicate petals, and you wonder if dew could be made of diamond dust in these parts.
Walking through doorways made of vines and low-hanging branches, stepping through worlds within worlds, you continue along the pathway. A soft glowing bauble just ahead lights your way, and you are lulled deeper within-–-to where you know not.
Just as you realize the bauble you have been following has been the light of your own heart, you arrive at the end of the long road.
There, before, you rises an ancient tree of immeasurable age and timeless beauty. Its branches stretch toward the heavens, anchoring starlight from the heavens above. Its roots twist deep within the earth, a network of power and wonder, drawing the Earth Light up from the depths of Gaia’s Heart Womb vortex as living dream that sources the land and all life in this world.
Wrapping around the tree’s trunk is an emerald serpent, swirling, spiraling upward. Downward. Connecting heaven and earth, star and soil, all in a single point.
You find yourself at the center of everything and nothing.
A sense of wonder and familiarity permeates this moment. And oh what longing it stokes!
Because this is more than a place . . .
This is a memory stream from the most forgotten recesses of the Heart of Gaia. Encoded within this vision—within this place and its inhabitants—is an energy of remembrance. And this energy is a part of us.
Some call it Faerie. Others call it Avalon. Eden. Lemuria. Mu. Shambala.
Whatever you call it, it invokes the universal truth that humanity and the sacred inhabitants of Gaia’s inner realms known as faery, elven or Sidhe are inextricably linked. Our histories are connected. And so too are our destinies.
But perhaps you already know this—in your heart . . .?
I have long known the truth of our shared connection on the planet. The sacred agreements we’ve made. The rifts within our relationships that have occurred throughout time, mostly perpetrated by humanity, Little Brother.
I have encoded many of these codes of remembrance with the pages The Forest Speaks, a book series transmitted straight from the Akashic Records of my own heart, and consequently from the living stream of wisdom that springs from the heart of the Earth.
In the living tale that unfolds, the main character Jedda is the archetypal faery crossover—that is to say, a faery being who has crossed over into human consciousness for the purpose of having an experience in matter and also bringing through the medicine Codes of Faerie into the physical realm to serve humanity and the Dream of the Earth.
These truths and Mysteries of Faery are seeking to be sung into soul remembrance at this time. Their essence has translated across many cultures throughout many epochs.
Here we are now, and somehow, you have found your way here.
Perhaps you’ve heard the sacred summons sounding from Heart of the Earth? Perhaps the pulse is coming from your own heart, whispering, “It’s time. It’s time, Dear One. Time to remember.”
Remember who you are. Remember who you are in relationship to the unseen forces and Otherworld Folk seeking to engage you at this time.
This is not escapism. This is real. This is Embodied Mythic Reality and you are being invited to step into your own living story. The codes of enchantment are here to bathe you in the blessing of holy remembrance.
Are you ready to step across this threshold?
The time is NOW. We are rising. As points of light.
Gaia is calling her priestesses to remember and reclaim their place of power and sovereignty and offer your service at this time.
For we are the ancient sisterhood of the Dragon and the Rose.