There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream
The earth, and every common sight
To me did seem
Apparell’d in celestial light,
The glory and the freshness of a dream.
It is not now as it hath been of yore;
Turn wheresoe’er I may,
By night or day,
The things which I have seen I now can see no more. William Wordsworth.
Paradise lost
Do you remember how amazing and wonderful the world was when we were little children?
How it felt to be running free through woods, exploring nooks, dells and secret places under hedgerows. Playing catch, leap frog and hide and seek, splashing in muddy puddles, and having tea parties with cats and dolls.
The excitement of finding mushrooms in the grass on misty mornings and chasing butterflies on sunny afternoons.
And the dark nights we listened with bated breath to bed time stories of elves, dragons, magic ships, talking bears, far away trees and wishing chairs … and we believed it all.
And, those magical moments we spent in the company of other-world friends that no one else could see…
We were not long then from our true home, and the world of Faerie still existed within us…and without. But the days of our innocence and freedom were short lived, and the prison doors began to close around us. We had to be educated, moulded into the communal, conforming mind set of the status quo and slowly, our innocence and joy departed, and the light of Faerie wonder faded away… into the dismal light of common day.
I Titan
The Five Lords of Creation exist within us, and without.
The sweet earth makes our bodies; water hydrates our flesh and rules our senses. Fire warms us… and Air gives us our breath, the Nous of Life….and in us, and all around us is Space.
Our inner world and outer world have an electromagnetic harmonic resonance, and because of this extension, the collective consciousness of the human family directly affects the planet. Everything that manifests is connected to us and our consciousness. As long as we remain in the trap of duality, ‘the us and them’, ‘the blame game’, we will not be able to perceive the truth and gain access to our spiritual inheritance.
Making contact with our lost DNA
The Five Lords of the Elements that exist in nature are the magnificent energies of our 90% un-coded DNA, our multi-dimensional awareness that was so brutally ripped away from us by genetic engineering.
Making contact with the Titans that dwell within us and without, is our birth right.
Our five chakras have many dimensions and within them dwell eight personal elementals. One on the Earth plane, two on the Water field, water rising and falling; two in Fire, rising and falling, the in and out breath of Air, and one elemental in the Space field.
Contacting our personal Elementals
In my experience, elementals and their corresponding realities vibrate to Pythagorean intervals. In 2003 I had my first adult interaction with an elemental field while I was doing yoga to the fourth interval: the tone of C and F. An emerald sphere appeared in front of me and then engulfed me.
The being in the centre of the sphere was an Air elemental, and because of my resonance, love and acceptance, it was able to re-connect to my Heart.
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The Wheel of the Child
The Lakota believe that the sacred power of Skan, the power that underlies all things moves in a circle…and so we see it in our lives. The cycles of birth and death and how season follows season in the turning of the wheel.
My wheel began as a child full of wonder …only to have my heart broken and innocence destroyed, as many of us do, by the cruelties of life.
I lost the child within for a while, …but she has found me again.
I love this world because my inner child in its simplicity and wonder… knows that everything that exists is me.
That Art Thou.
Start hanging out with tuning forks!
Love
Stay Tuned…
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Elva Thompson was born in England in 1947 and moved to Rosebud Lakota reservation in 1987. She is the author of the Heartstar Series; Book One: The Key made of Air, Book Two: The Gates to Pandemonia, and Book Three: Walking In Three Worlds. Her other interests include organic gardening, ancient phonetic languages, sonic sound and their application in the healing arts. She is also a medical intuitive and teaches sonic re-patterning using sound, colour, and essential oils. Elva Thompson is on Amazon Author Central @ amazon.com/author/heartstar
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May 29, 2014 at 1:13 amBeautiful Elva!
Innocence is never lost, just sacrificed to the madness of adulthood.
Zyxomma
May 29, 2014 at 3:23 pmI love, love, love this post, Elva. The irises are blooming now, and they are always a reminder of childhood, and of my first conscious meditative experience. We’d had a kiddie pool in the backyard of my fifth (!) and last childhood home (I lived there until two weeks after my 16th birthday). It blew away in a mild hurricane (until Sandy, they weren’t very strong in NJ). My mother and I turned the circle of bare earth into a bulb garden — her favorite calla lilies, hyacinth, tulips if I recall correctly, and irises. One morning, I was doing chores, including watering the circle garden. I noticed that one of the purple irises was ready to bloom, and would open that day. I finished my chores, and returned to the circle. I sat next to the iris, slowed myself down, and spent all day watching it open. By the end of the day, it was in full bloom. I now live in NYC’s east village, two blocks from my mother’s first childhood home (I was born in Brooklyn, like my father). There is a huge community garden across the street, and a park a block away; both home to a plethora of irises. There are others throughout the neighborhood — lavender, yellow, a deep purple that’s nearly black, and Iris Versicolor, commonly known as Blue Flag, the violet iris of my childhood meditation. Every year when I see the tulips bloom, I know that the iris is next. Its presence fills me with wonder and joy. Health and peace.
Bill
May 30, 2014 at 3:11 pmI remember 2 friends that only I could see. As a child, we lived on the Jersey shore surrounded by summer homes for blocks. In the fall, winter and spring there wasn’t Many kids to play with.
Well, I had 2 of the most wonderful friends. They would wait outside until I came out. Never came into my house, which I think, was a good thing as I always talked to them.
We had adventures every day and sometime when I went onto an empty porch of a strange feeling house they would always suggest we go play somewhere else. I always felt safe with them.
This article brought back very fond memories. Thank you.
Omar
June 6, 2014 at 2:33 amThe Rastaman loves the article. Took me back to my childhood in Port Antonio, Jamaica and now I have found it again – on the Hill
Memories don’t leave like people do, they always stay with you
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