goldenGaia

Gaia is awakening! She is supporting us to awaken fully to our Mastery and we, in turn, are aiding her to awaken to her full beauty, radiance and sentient consciousness. 

We have created a special “crystal apparatus” designed to send out our prayers for Gaia and to receive messages from Gaia.

The golden globe in the middle of the crystal bed is a special container. The outside is designed with the continents of Planet Earth and the inside is lined with red silk and contains 2 small crystals in a golden pouch. The larger crystals surrounding the globe were specially hand-picked by one of our Masters in the Arkansas crystal beds. The globe and small crystals are Megan’s ritual treasures and the golden plate is one of Megan’s Grandmother’s treasures. The crystals inside are receiving our prayers and transmitting them to Gaia and are also receiving messages and translating them back to us.

We are posting messages received by the Masters in our growing community in order to hear what Gaia is communicating to us in this extraordinary time.

As we sat in meditation, Gaia spoke with this message for all of us.

“It is my turn for you to care for me.

 Neutralizing the virus is possible if 2/3 of humanity is willing to do it together through meditating together at noon (wherever you are) for 8-12 minutes only. Adults and Children, Men and Women, Boys and Girls – All. Preferably outdoors, barefoot on the Earth.

 No more resources to be siphoned out of / from Gaia until you have harmonized the literal needs for oil / gas / shale / minerals / metals / coal / water / etc.

 No more drilling into my flesh or breaking of my bones.

•  Leave my skies clear and clean 
• Cut my trees down no more 
• Pollute my waters never again.

Take only what you need for your simplest lives possible and deny your Power Brokers the rights they have stolen from me and blamed on you.” 

Messages from Gaia:

February 1, 2021

• Stars shimmer like spangles, sparkling glitter tossed from the back of a carnival wagon.  Flying and swooping, spring flowers scattered across endless prairies, spreading and speeding toward the horizon, piercing eternity.  Such are we, stars being birthed. (DM)

January 31, 2021

• Is She animating my body-mind or am I animating Hers as the face tilts up to receive a kiss from the breeze, the fragrance of the rain-soaked trees?  The rays of the sun brush across a blossom, or does the flower open wide to the allure of the sun?  One body, one soul, one Mind split like fingers to touch and caress each other. (DM)

December 10, 2020

• Thick-petaled blossoms, sleek and glossy in pregnant bud, burst open with bending and stretching  of curling petals, aching to triumphantly release not-yet-known possibilities in a shedding, spreading cloud of yellow pollen.  A light shower of rain carries the granules into the waiting, open, enveloping earth. (DM)

November 11, 2020

• The sea is dark and glowing in amber moonlight, and the swells are large, heaving, swooping.  Challenging for the swimmer traversing, strong, purposeful, directed; eyes and mouth fill unsurprisingly and unexpectedly with the salted darkness, strokes falter but continue smoothly.  Rest is needful and taken, as it must be and wise, though the tide may carry the swimmer off course before he resumes.   (DM)

November 5, 2020

• A bud opens, a petal doing backbends almost head to heels — how does she do that?  A sweet fragrance emanates, carried far from her view, tantalizing pathways like ribbons angling toward the sun. (DM)

November 2, 2020

• The wind rises and spins, rain falls in sheets; it’s wet, it’s cold.  It’s beautiful, it’s perfection; raindrops glisten in the moonlight, earth hungrily drinks in thirsty gulps.  Brown leaves fly from branches in leaping arcs and return to nourish the tree.  The season turns.  Exult. (DM)

October 24, 2020

• The wind beneath the cliff sighs and soughs; twisting, folding like palms in a hand dance, leaves tumbling and floating as they journey to the ground. (DM)

September 20, 2020

• Gaia is draped in deep, penetrating blue; royal blue, midnight blue, darker than lapis.  The color of the deep sea and the evening sky as silence descends and stillness emerges, poised between-times.  A single star shines, brilliant, a hint of pulsation, the precious jewel simultaneously piercing the senses and entirely beyond reach. (DM)

September 18, 2020

• From high on a mountain face the yellow brown clouds drift below, swallowing the forests and obscuring the sea.  Above are mountain tops, blue sky, brilliant sunshine.  There is potential here, still, all those hearts and souls gasping, flickering, some glowing brightly but scattered.  But there needs desire to grow, determination to make the crossing.  It needs love of the precise, perfect blue of the sky and the sea; love of the warmth of the sun and the cool of the shade, unlike any other.  There is potential, still, here, but there needs reaching for it.  (DM)

September 16, 2020

• There is a gentling.  A breeze lifts my hair like fingers smoothing strands behind my ears, lifting like waves out to sea, an in-breath and an out-breath.  My face lifts to an almost-blue sky, a half-dream. (DM)

September 15, 2020

• Thick, brown clouds envelope the land, particles of tree and blossom, deer and children a shroud for our mourning.  Take time, mourn gently but long, as the ash drops slowly to fertilize the earth. (DM)

July 4, 2020

• Clothed in blue of sea and sky with rose and violet at the hem, She is veiled in the gossamer shimmery shine of summer sunlight held by a circlet of sparkling starry precious stones.  On Her feet are slippers of green and gold for running across the fields and dancing upon the hilltops.  (DM)

July 2, 2020

• Pebbles on a gray, stony beach glisten brightly in the seaspray, glittering like eyes.  On the stormswept bluff poppies nod and bob and smile, shafts of light in the dark.  (DM)

July 1, 2020  

• Gaia abides in the liminal.  Daytime turns to night time; sea becomes sky; She steps continuously into the moving space of now.  (DM)

June 30, 2020

• My ear tickles as crows cackle and Gaia whispers in my ear.  Pay attention, She says (peek-a-boo), stay awake.  Now lay your heart down, She says; and hold the center.  (DM)

June 29, 2020

• She sits gently beside the twisted devastation, tears flowing down the rocky faces of Her cheeks, holding vigil, bearing witness.  Hearts crack in sorrow and love, present to the pain of ignorance. (DM)

June 27, 2020

• Gaia stretches out along the sea, the curve of hip and roundness of breast and thigh forming  coastal hills and valleys.  She basks under the Sun’s gaze, absorbing and metabolizing the heat and light, and emanates the fragrance of Her body. (DM)

June 26, 2020

• See the horizon, blue melting into blue with a kiss, the swift clouds mirroring racing whitecaps; endless love spilling forth and running before the wind. (DM)

June 22, 2020

• Feelings run deep in subterranean flows, love and sorrow tenderly percolating to the surface, steam wafting, clouds rising ecstatically. (DM)

June 18, 2020

• We come to Gaia, our Mother, as star energy.  In the folds of Her body, revealing earthly eons, we are nestled, star seed, matrices of cosmic eons.  (DM)

June 14, 2020

• We are seemingly separate, to our triumph and to our grief.  Instead we are One — seemingly separate, hands clasped, fingers woven. (DM)

June 13, 2020

• We are a vast community, humans and bears and trees and stones, sparrows and chaparral.  Like conjoined twins, sharing an arm or a tail, but more than twins: multiples woven into one living Reality.  (DM)

June 11, 2020

• Inviting us into Her embrace, She lifts her soft lips in a caress, the wind of Her fingers stroking our brow, the spangles of Her sunshine wreathing our head.  We are Hers and all the beings of the Earth our siblings.  (DM)

June 4, 2020

• Feel how She loves us ~~ lean into Her embrace (DM)

June 3, 2020

• Silver moonlight lies in folds upon the earth — a shroud, a shawl, a gown of naming and initiation.  A tablecloth around which we gather, spread wide and wrapping our home in swaddling, each person welcomed in fullness of being.  (DM)

May 31, 2020

• Gaia appears to us as existing in time and space, but the truth is other.  Uninhibited by time, beyond dimension, eternally becoming, She emerges into the Now.  (DM)

May 27, 2020

• Look through the eyes of the sky and see the land:  mountains and valleys, trees and waterways and patches of stunning sunflowers.  Look through the eyes of a squirrel and see his garden:  hillocks and poppies and burrows for birthing and sleeping.  Like the compound eyes of a fly, we see many things, in coherence, one reality in fractal emergence.  (DM)

May 26, 2020

• Bathed in sunlight, her breasts abundant with milk of stars, She caresses and nourishes her children, us — the bee in the lavender, the squirrel on the stone, me in the shade, all. (DM)

May 20, 2020

• Gaia fingers the threads of physical reality and weaves them, a tapestry spread out across time and space to Sun and to all the Stars of this our jewel of a Universe.  A MasterCrafter, She invites us into the weaving and into making it our own.  (DM)

May 19, 2020

• One could fall into the eye of a whale, sea-water flowing over.  Or into the eyes of a human infant, windows into eternity. (DM)

May 18, 2020

• Trees call the clouds to walk among them.  So, how can the rain know where to travel without the forests?  What is this mindless tantrum that knocks them down and swipes them away?  (DM)

May 17, 2020

• Drop into your heart, deeper; drop into the heart of hearts of Earth (your heart).  Cool, moist, dark, fecund; still and vibrant.  Now place a root there. (DM)
• I see a simple drawing of my tiny self, dressed in a simple blue shirt and pants, facing away looking out over in an enormous green field that seems to go on forever. It’s BIG.I feel miniscule. Gaia even pats me gently on the head with a mountain sized hand, just to make the point even more clear.
  Hm. “I’m tiny and unimportant?”

  She smiles. I see thousands of other people stretching out in precise rows in front of me, all facing away, and all looking exactly like me (my hair, my height, my clothes).

  “Uh, all humans are tiny and unimportant as individuals and together we’re important because together we form a large organism?”

  She smiles again. I see every copy of me dancing in rhythm, in exactly the same way. Arms raising and bodies swaying in perfect harmony.

  “Really? We should all be the same? Think and act the same way?”

  She continues smiling. I see all of us/me fold over in a simple example of death. The whole uniform tribe wiped out in one go.

  “Oh. A blight struck and we all died. Ok.”

  Then I see all of the people again in front of me, only each one is unique in look and movement, though there is a sort of coherence in that we’re still all together. Now we’re one organism, many symbiotic parts.

  “Ah! If we’re all the same and thus lack variety, we’re vulnerable. We lack the diversity (of ideas and actions) to respond to reality and grow along with it.” She smiles a little bigger and is gone. That whole thing took about 5 seconds. As I’m standing on my terrace, reflecting and listening to the birds and cars I hear, “Nature is as loud as everything else. It’s just a matter of what you choose to listen to.” (EF)

May 15, 2020

• Standing on my terrace, I touch in and immediately feel that I’m in a cocoon. I’m practically fully formed. My new wings are ready. My muscles are aching to be stretched, especially on the right side… and it’s not quite time yet. (EF)

May 16, 2020

• Maybe we step firmly on solid ground, or perhaps we live inside of Gaia’s dream.  Either way, our feet dance upon Her heart, a heart that radiates Love. (DM)

May 14, 2020

• Gaia delights in Her painter’s palette, the needless beauty.  A riot of colors on a white canvas, applied thickly, textured, nuanced, bold.  Except the air is lighter than ground glass, delicately sparkling, the softest brush. (DM)

May 13, 2020

• What else, what better, can I do than be an example? (DM)

May 12, 2020

• Bursting with life forms, a blue dot shines and spins in the depths of black space.  Stillness is pierced, vividly, by violet bird song; silence returns.  (DM)

May 11, 2020

• The long-beaked shorebirds, curlews, leave footprints like the arc of pelicans flying overhead.  Above are rain-filled clouds, below the wind-turned sea.  Below, splayed toes etched in damp beach sand; above, wings spread and printed on the blue of the sky.  A wave erases the footprints, the pelicans disappear into the horizon. (DM)

May 9, 2020

• When you wear your mask, does your rich, fecund breath steam up your glasses?  The breath that trees inhale, exhaled by deer and mice, inhaled by tree swallows before they take flight?  It’s the fog that rises from a pond in the early morning with the first rays of the sun; the clammy, pressing jungle air that causes the trees to drip fat droplets down as it wends its way up toward the stars.  One breath, one, shared.  (DM)

May 8, 2020

• Look to the seasons, how they slide seamlessly one into another.  Does it seem abrupt? — only if you’re not paying attention!  Let your body resonate and rise up to the music. (DM)

May 4, 2020

• I touch in and am immediately overwhelmed with sadness. It’s so strong I want to cry. I bend forward under the weight of if.
  I look up and ask, “Why are you so sad?” She’s looking at me, dispassionately, not sad at all.  “But why do I feel this when I connect with you?”
  Her clear eyed gaze, detached. “This is ours, isn’t it? Oh, I am so sorry that we are bringing this to you.” She’s gone, her message delivered. (EF)

May 3, 2020

• We know our connection to the Heavens through the crown, our heads like buds floating on body stems.  But through Gaia we are doubly so.  For we are rooted in the Earth, while She is rooted in the Cosmos, tendrils of Her consciousness piercing through the stars and beyond the galaxies into vast, radiant darkness. (DM)
• I have often wondered why SO many of you are unhappy and sad. Have I not provided everything you could possibly desire and then some? Why then do you struggle? Why then do you fight? I ask you to be peaceful, content and to enjoy your lives. They are so brief. (GAIA)
• Gaia has natural vortex points and portals connecting Her to the Sun, planets and other stars and star systems. During this global re-set the portals have less interference and more connectivity. (MW)

May 2, 2020

• Life moves like the breath.  The Sea covers the land; breakers rolling in then racing back into the depths, again and again, never ending.  (DM)

May 1, 2020

• I touch in and WOW! she’s a HUGE dragon. Planet sized. Unimaginable sized. As black as space. She’s corporal and un-manifest at the same time. 
  I’m looking at mystery. Mystery unfolding. She’s as black as the space she swims in, that she was born in, that she lives in. 
  She’s SO   B I G.  and Awesome. (EF)

April 30, 2020

• When a leaf drops from a branch, the tree does not lament; it notices, it cares, it doesn’t weep.  The leaf isn’t lost, the tree quietly goes about reabsorbing it.  Just so, gather in your dead, absorb them, drink them into your being; may your essence be adorned by theirs.  (DM)

April 29, 2020

• The soil is Her skin — soft, moist, tender, pregnant with possibility; welcoming to moles, delicious to earthworms, rippling for the pleasure of snakes.  Underneath, a galaxy of roots and insects; sharp, faceted stones and molten rivers; water pools and dry, hot gullies; Earth’s lifeblood teeming, intensely vital, invisible.  (DM)

April 27, 2020

• As a chick is nestled in its shell and a seed in its casing, so too are we held in the cupped palm of the Earth, warmed by her embrace, caressed by her breezes, refreshed by her waters.  We are never alone.  Ever. (DM)

April 24, 2020

• Fields of grasses as far as the eye can see are sprinkled with flowers, waving, nodding, met by skies of blue and grey and white that stretch finger-tip to finger-tip, horizon to horizon.  Dream freedom (DM)

April 23, 2020

• She asks me to be with, nay embrace, the awesome terribleness of earthly destruction; winds howling, fires leaping, mountains cracking.  There is no need or expectation of liking it, just a steady regard: can I, will I, love Her in the extravagant wholeness of Her expression? (DM)

April 22, 2020 EARTH DAY

• All is well.  This reset has allowed me a much-needed in-breath.  Free from the usual noise and low-level energies of a busy, always moving humanity.  (GAIA)
• You are a blessing to me and I am a blessing to you. When you walk on the earth, connect the diamond in your heart with the diamonds in the Earth. (GAIA)

April 21, 2020

• Vibration before sound; sheen before light; before touch sensitivity.  Earth meditates in perfect stillness, as she turns. (DM)
• Gaia sent me this image today: Imagine being a kid on your belly, chin resting on the fresh spring grass, clear blue skies, puffy white clouds, bees a buzzing, a sweet, warm breeze…. and in front of you is a brown bunny doing a happy dance… with a big bunny smile he looks at you, white tail bouncing as his legs jig with joy. (EF)

April 19, 2020

• The wind gently stirs the branches and lifts the wings.  My inner thoughts banter and squabble and pollute the sky, while the wind stirs the branches and lifts the wings. (DM)

April 18, 2020

• We are asked to look deeply and truly see.  The shapes, the colors, the movement, the brightness, the contrasts, the variety, the layers and textures.  These are not a background but Life itself.  Step out of the shadowy content of the mind and encounter Life directly. (DM)

April 17, 2020

• There is a drawing in, like tracing a sunbeam back down down into the sun; and a gentle expelling, like the first cramps of childbirth.  Birdsong tracked down into the earth’s core, re-emerging as the rumble of the ocean, an endless, ongoing conversation. (DM)

April 14, 2020

• “We are here.” …along with the sense and vision of an endless line of souls shoulder to shoulder. The feeling was / is “We are ALL here together.”  “Ground. Ground into Nature.” …along with the sense and vision of Spring. The feeling is “Ground into Spring, the opening, the blooming, the expansion, the wisdom.” (EF)

April 11, 2020

• The teeming life of the inhabitants of earth, human and otherwise, the individuals and communities that partake of the gifts of the earth and contribute back — with their actions and interactions, their work and, ultimately, their bodies.  The recognition of that as the lively vibrancy of Earth in time. (DM)

April 10, 2020

• The Light shines on the Waters.  Gaia entreats us to bathe in the waters of Life. (DM)

April 8, 2020

• See the Earth for the precious jewel that she is, spinning in dark space, illuminated by stars and sun and moon.
  See Her for the graceful, elegant mother that she is, her children tenderly held in her lap (none falling out, ever!).
  Behold her Presence.  Attune.  Be awake. (DM)

April 5, 2020

• We can be in direct, intimate relationship with Earth.  I (we) have the capacity if I choose to tune to and develop it, beyond appreciating Her beauty, colors, sounds, rain.  She reminds me (us) that we are divine beings, too, and can be in holy relationship with a goddess 🙂  (DM)

April 3, 2020

• The birds, the children – all of you.. belong with me. (Gaia)
• Send me purified, crystal clear communication. (MW)
• On your knees, let your tears spill onto me. I alchemize them into new growth, with love for you and all sentient Beings. (Gaia)
• The community of humans, the community of earthlings, the community of stars; all of our local  communities are in relationship with others leading, by extension, to a community of the whole.  Each of the cells of my body live in a community of cells that they touch and exchange with, while also (by extension if not by direct knowing) living in the community of the whole body.  Just being present to that, acknowledging it, saying amen. (DM)

April 2, 2020:

• I invite you to dance with me. (DW)
• Be conscious of what you are gestating in the Darkness. Gestate Love. (EF)
• Earth meditation today has to do with the local nonhuman creatures — squirrels, birds, etc.  That they are in agreement to share the earth with us and live alongside us humans; many species are — not all but more than several.  They want us to know that they are intimately present and aware and in support.  There was also something about that while we humans are now suffering loss and death, they have been suffering that for many years due to human actions.  That was part of the context of our relationship; acknowledgement was not required but was welcomed, that we hold their loss as they are present to ours.  It was immediately followed by a sweetness — they don’t hate us for it, they love us and are in agreement with our interdependence. (DM)

March 31, 2020

• Honoring indigenous wisdom, we share this link with encouragement to lie belly down and hum with GAIA. Thank you, EF, for sharing this Australian Grandmother Aboriginal Prophecy (EF)

March 30, 2020

• Guardian her (Gaia) well! (DW)
• Stay connected with one another and with the Earth. (MW)