"Message Bringers", graphite and colored pencil, 10 x 8 in. ~ Available
The Old Woman pushes open the heavy, summer swollen door, flooding her quiet kitchen with light; and steps through it. She leaves her house, and enters her home, bare feet touching down on the earthen loam and worn pebbles of the garden. She stops, reverent, skirt alighting and floating, on and around her legs in the summer breeze, like the whisper of butterfly wings against calf and knee. She looks to the sky, shifts of sunlight tumbling across her face, tenderly tracing brow and cheek. She closes her eyes, warm and smiling. There is a hum in the air, from her, and from bee and bird and the lifeforce of the garden itself. She lets it vibrate through her body, huuummmmmmmmm.....When she opens her eyes, she observes the clouds. She reads them. She reads the story they write for her of the day to come. She nods, understanding.
She moves through the rows of tulsi and hyssop and yarrow, and so many more; all green and leafy, some flowering. Her hand guides her, here and there, fingers outstretched, grasping at what she does not yet know. The bee balm tells her. The vervain explains much. The lavender calls, and she listens. She snips some of this, and pinches a bit of that, collecting the leaves and flowers in her basket. The spider spinning her web in the corner of the wood pile reminds her. The wren gathering tiny twigs sings instructions. The whitetail doe standing over her still spotted fawn provides her with details she might have missed. Plants teach her their medicine. Animals explain the way. She nods, understanding.
She passes back through the door, from home to house, and prepares tea. As the steam from her cup swirls around her, so do the messages she gleaned from the garden. What more does she need to know than what the clouds, or her outstretched hand, tell her? What more than what the nightshade or rabbit has to say? Has the hawk not explained it all well enough, nor the dregs of leaves in her tea? But, the Woman knows that when her questions are not answered, when the signs are not clear, there is yet another place to turn. The Council of Stones. She is a Stone Keeper, her stones are the Wisdom Keepers. And, some of those stones are the Message Bringers...
Sometimes, the Old Woman comes to me as I sleep. She drifts in as I drift off with mugwort (cronewort) on my tongue and under my pillow. She leans down, her long silver braid falling over her shoulder, coiling around me, as she whispers lessons in my ear. She brings the stars. She brings the deep ocean. She brings the black, ancient forest. She brings the wisdom. One night, she brought to me what she wished for my next drawing, and the words "Message Bringers". Then, she whispered the names, "Sacred Buffalo Turquoise, Amazonite, Atlantasite...", over and over and over.
Dreams feel a little like gifts, to me. Gifts that I can then pass on as a drawing, to anyone who may, one day, bring their own energy to the work. Those who may connect with it, and absorb the love and intention I brought through my heart and hand. Those who know that the stones, too, gave of themselves, as they brought their energy and wisdom, and the clear messages of a Divine Truth.
Sacred Buffalo Turquoise, is a rare and honored Ally. White, the color of North on the Medicine Wheel, with lines etched like the course of stars, or the paths of buffalo carved across the vast prairies of ancient N. America. Symbolic of wisdom and the Elders. She holds you in spiritual protection, as you journey to the doors that unite earth and sky; as you open them, and open the deep channels of communication between the physical and spiritual realms. She holds you as you take in, receive and absorb, the divine dialog. Like the Grandmother Buffalo of a time before, this Sacred Buffalo stone provides. She brings messages as nourishment for body and soul.
Amazonite, is called the Stone of Truth, or the Messenger of Divine Truth. She is the color of sky reflected on water, with lines like the flowing river, wild waves, and swift current. Her energy is infused with the dauntless confidence of the legendary women warriors with whom it is connected. Energy as powerful as the river for which she is named. Energy that she pours into you, spilling over into your creativity and intellect, filling them. Over-filling them, creating deep pools of intuition. Deep wells of psychic clarity. Amazonite brings clear messages, that flow freely.
Atlantasite, works as a portal to the divine. She, with her floating violet shapes; violet for the crown chakra, which is also such a portal. A combination of Serpentine and Stitchtite, that hold within the energy of the lost civilization of Atlantis; one that revered feminine power. She connects you with ancient wisdom, ancient elders, and helps you retrieve information about past lives. Atlantasite brings clear speaking, allowing messages received to be shared.
Though, the Message Bringers share more than the message. They offer the ability to be open to receiving it. They provide the ability to use discernment to interpret the messages clearly. They prepare the way to take action, or to share the message. In this drawing, the stones are working together, surrounded by a vintage "damask-as-universe" background. The message has formed above them, funneling through to the stones, themselves, who are held inside the sacred circle, in the magical space of Light.
Each cross-hatched mark of the damask is like a meditation along a strand of prayer beads, which is to say, part of each drawing is an intention filled mantra that is chanted into the drawing by thought, word, and graphite. Mark making and mantras. Meditations and drawing. Impregnating the image with the energy of intention.
I draw the lines and say the words:
Message Bringers. Clear Signs. Clear Messages.
And so it is.