Reawakening

There is a place in the sky that our ancestors spoke of, the place that they say we originate from. In Cree it is called Pakone Kisik, hole in the sky. If we find Grandmother Spider, just below is where we find Pakone Kisik, also known as the Seven Sisters and Pleiades. These stories were familiar, in my heart I always knew and believed this to be our origins...
I am a natural intuitive and for the past 20 years I have been connecting with the ancestors, spirit, guides and past loved ones. I've used my gifts to help others to the best that I could, in service to helping them to become conscious of their unresolved and areas that were being asked to be healed. Many of you reading my blog have had the opportunity to sit with me and can attest to the truth that these sessions hold.
It was early Spring of last year that my clientele suddenly shifted drastically. Everyone who came to me seemed to be going through profound shifts as well. Many of them were Spiritual and Wellness practitioners like myself, and some seemed to be thrust suddenly into another consciousness. However, something most interesting was paralleling in each space. In each space I was given visions and information but noticed that I was always unable to see past a certain point in time. Each session only showed me to March - April of this year, 2020... the time that we find ourselves in now.
I'm not bringing you a dooms day prophecy... lol, actually quite the opposite.
My guides were speaking about this being the time that many of us had come here for. That this was the time that others were going to be needing our assistance.
All of 2019 was about doing the work that we needed to so that we could free ourselves of the human condition that is guilt, shame, regret. That it was time to heal those stories that pierced our hearts the deepest. It was time to open ourselves, our hearts to love, and to shed identities that no longer served us. Stories that held us encapsulated in issues of mistrust and fear. It was a time of death, death on another level then that of just the physical.
Some say that we have entered into a time of purification, and I don't disagree.
You see there is a 2000 year old prophecy about Eagle and Condor. It is said that when the Eagle and the Condor fly together it will be the time that two separate paths, long separated, will also come back together. The prophecy speaks about human kind splitting their paths, one following their heart (the feminine) and the other their minds (the masculine). I took note last year of how here on Vancouver Island the Condor has moved in as an invasive species that is not native to these lands. This is Eagle territory... I was fascinated at the witnessing of Eagle and Condor literally flying together in the same territory. This was my Dreamer, once again feeling the earth shifts and the shifts in the dreaming, connecting the threads of the great web and once again seeing a prophecy coming to light.
This prophecy speaks of a time of a new level of consciousness for all of humanity. It is said that when the Eagle and the Condor fly together, the Spirit of the Land will reawaken. The individual mind will come back together with the community mind.
Read the land, she reawakens, volcanoes, earth quakes, wild fires. I believe this time to be now. I believe that we have been plunged into a time of going within. It is Spring out, a time to emerge after a long Winter spent in introspection... however, we are being asked to go back within to connect on much deeper level. Connecting to self, our medicine, our community, as global citizens. Borders are a man made construct, we are all one people, and we are standing on the cusp of a great potential, a time where we can birth these realities, a balance between the heart and the mind, the feminine and the masculine, the races, wellness and progress. So is this a dooms day prophecy... I don't believe so. I believe it to be a prophecy of connection and rebirth, a time that we are touching our origins, a time that we are being guided, the time that many of us have come here for, the time of the reawakening.
Dream beautiful dreams my friends, and lean in.

Whispers from Eagle

In the traditions of my matriarchal lineage, Eagle is the messenger. Eagle flies the realm of Spirit, between ourselves and creator, delivering the messages and our prayers. Eagles bird's eye view is meant to hint to us to see the bigger dream unfolding. Eagle represents the higher truths that go beyond the constructs of human kind.

It was when I moved from the prairies to the lush west coast of Vancouver Island that I received the teachings that here, Eagle represents TRANSFORMATION. We are reminded that just like Eagle we too can take flight and transcend who we thought we were and all that we thought we knew. Journeying with this teaching touched ancestry, identity and the great mystery of origins. For those that are willing to lean in to that last sentence, there is star dust sprinkled to guide the way to a much deeper dream, but for the rest, let us continue on with this dream at hand.

You see I am a Nomadic Dreamer. I see and feel the earth shifts, sensing the dreams unfolding around me. I see the connections between stories and experiences, bridging them together. This is why I am able to guide others so well in their stories to see the bigger meanings that are unfolding.

It was January of 2019 that I came upon a story about the Eagles across the island being affected by a respiratory virus. This story vibrated through my space. I could feel the urgency and the importance in this story that was asking us to take note. With the great importance of this bird as the sacred messenger I wondered what this meant and knew that it may be a prophecy unfolding, without the understanding of what was being shown. I looked towards my own story and the over lapping of dealing with my own sudden lung issues. I knew I was being guided to go on a Shamanic journey.

I delved into my lungs and began to feel into what was behind the symptoms. It took me to grief and I went into the story of my fathers death when I was five years old. I explored this story and connected to his own medical journey before his passing. I allowed myself to grieve here today from something that I was unable to grieve the yesterdays. I journeyed to my teenager years and watching the loss of my brother to a world of addiction and a transient lifestyle. I allowed myself to grieve the loss of the brother that I had known and looked up to. Acceptance was a big piece of this story, to accept that he came here for a human experience and that his journey was his own. I laid in bed for days feeling the grief wash over me. Allowing the tears to flow and the pain to wash up and release. I then made way to explore my identity and began to transcend who I had known myself to be. I remind you that the stories that unfold in the form of our daily experiences are meant to give us the journey of where we are being guided to learn, to grow and to heal, this is what a true Shamanic Journey is.
Shame and guilt... this is where I was guided next. I delved deep into the depths of my experiences and was asked to shed shame and guilt and to heal the core of my experiential stories, the depths of my darkest shadow. This was among the most difficult experiences, yet freeing, that I have journeyed through.This touched the deepest shadows of my family's stories, tied together like a string on an explicit and intrinsic web. I was diagnosed with COPD, a degenerative lung disease and I knew that I needed to go deeper so that I could heal to the depths of the stories of my ancestors.

I delved into intensive breath work with a trusted facilitator and went deeper then I had ever gone before while opening my heart and breathing into my cellular memories. I released so many, I could feel them bubbling out of me. I touched the healing of my Ancestors, releasing cultural genocide, the trauma of residential schools, loss of identity, the death of ones Spirit. I breathed life back into me, connecting deeper to myself and Source then I had ever connected in this lifetime. I touched the essence of my true self and allowed myself to feel the depths of the grief that I carried in my lungs, the loss of the deep connection to the essence of my Soul. I excepted, I released, I connected. My lungs began to heal and today I live symptom free, and perhaps disease free.

Spirit said "Go, guide others now" and I set off. 

These past five months I have been a guide to a group of Women on a private healing Moonlodge journey where they have shifted their lens of perception, they released their guilt and shame and they too touched the essence of whom they are. This journey comes to a close this month as we end in the cycle in Metamorphosis, the moon of transformation. This moon is about a willingness to change and transform, it's about reaching a new season of our life. 

Just as when Eagle, the messenger, showed up a year ago to bring us a prophecy, my Dreamer is once again seeing the bigger story unfolding in the dreaming, seeing the connections on the great web and weaving them together. So what is it that this prophecy is saying...Transform the condition that is shame, guilt and regret. You see when we live in shame, guilt, regret, we punish ourselves, we punish others. We create separation and division, we live in fear. When we free ourselves from these conditioning we except our experiences, allowing the motions of grief and ultimately returning to a place of connection on the great web, in balance with nature and in true connection to the essence of who we really are and what is truly important, connection to Source, as Source. We know that it is in isolation that we touch silence, all of the teachers before us and around the world speak to the importance of a practice of silence... because it is through silence that we touch connection and live in connection. 

So except isolation and silence, Walk in nature, breath, meditate, drum, sing, dance, dream, chant, garden... whatever it is that brings you to that sacred space, touch it and then come and connect. 

Dream beautiful dreams my friends.

Serena Winterburn