Barbara Thomas

Glimpse Into Another Reality

Council of Gnomes Blog: A Collaboration

Presented by Mary Jane Di Piero on January 13th, 2014 § Comments Off on Council of Gnomes Blog: A Collaboration

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After years of stimulating Barbara to wake up to the reality of the elemental beings that are the life force within the natural world of earth, air, fire, and water, Mano first introduced himself to her when she moved to the heart of a redwood forest. As she was walking through the forest he appeared within her imagination walking beside her. He spoke to her by putting his thoughts into her mind.

Over the years this developed into Barbara’s recording of their conversations into the computer as they occurred. Now, many years and hundreds of pages later, he is able to communicate with the larger world through “HIS” blog.

Mano asked Barbara to invite Mary Jane to collaborate on his blog. Mary Jane has been exploring her own process of learning to trust and relate, incorporating Mano’s teaching in the process.

 

A Collaboration Begins by Mary Jane Di Piero

Presented by Mary Jane Di Piero on April 22nd, 2013 § 2 comments

Barbara and Mary Jane A few months ago, Barbara Thomas asked me if I would help her write a blog about the gnomes she has been communicating with for many years on her property in the Santa Cruz Mountains. I have been visiting her redwood amphitheater, studio and home for quite some time and have been fascinated by her stories and continually inspired by the place. » Read the rest of this entry «

Welcome!

Presented by Mary Jane Di Piero on January 25th, 2011 § Comments Off on Welcome!

Thank you for visiting my website.

I created it to share the pictures and stories the angels and elementals on my land have given to me.

My name, Barbara, means ‘child of nature’. I can see Spirit has been guiding me to relate with nature in many ways.  When I was 60, my husband and I moved to the heart of the redwood forest on the central coast of California. There is a special piece of land on our property called The Amphitheater, where the veil between worlds is very thin. I have walked to the Amphitheater more than 6000 times and have connected with some of the nature spirits who live on my land. The Council of Gnomes writings come from these connections.

Healing Burned WomanThere are two special Beings that guide my painting and my writing. One is a Angel the other is a Gnome. One night my angel gave me the words to the book I have published, The Burned Woman. 15 years later I created a DVD, Healing Burned Woman, which expands upon Burned Woman’s story to tell the story of how nature and her non-physical beings in co-creation with humans can heal together from the burning times.

As a child I always wanted to paint like my aunt Carolyn and cousin Pat. Since I couldn’t draw, I thought I could not paint. When I was 30 I read, “If you have a strong desire to do something, God has also given you the ability.” I decided to find a teacher to teach me how to paint. That was the beginning of a 55 year, non-stop exploration of color and shape that creates form.

Barbara with paintingsSoon I started seeing gnomes in the mountains I painted, faces in a bowl of fruit, angels showed up in clouds and trees. This was all a mystery to me and stimulated my curiosity and interest. I met people who could see the non-physical world of angel and gnome and learned that my life was filled with these beings.  I continued to paint energetic paintings of color and shape with no goal to paint an angel or elemental, and they kept showing up. I call this ‘A Glimpse into Another Reality’. I am happy to share these paintings with you.

Living Ritual

Presented by Mary Jane Di Piero on June 1st, 2017 § 1 comment

Reminder from Mano: You are never alone. You are never to work alone. Always ask the wise ones of the earth before you do a major activity. They can see the larger picture and the flow of energies.

Painting by Barbara Thomas

When a melanoma once appears somewhere else in the body—when it metastasizes—it alerts its human host that it may turn up anywhere at all . . . in an organ, a lymph node, a muscle, the soft tissue of a breast. These migrational possibilities are way too complex to track or anticipate, and the malady thus becomes more like a disturbance in the field than a target with a bullseye solution. This being my current health picture, I find myself searching out a whole-systems approach, indeed, a ritual.

I have been imagining a way to summon all the potential melanoma cells and give them assignments outside my body, or, if I can manifest the courage and the true conviction, to let them know, decisively, that I have learned the lesson they were bringing and that they can disappear. I had a grand inspiration for the ritual, which had to do with calling all the melanoma cells, or tempted ones, into the vortex of a biodynamic stir. Then, because a biodynamic stir is for a certain purpose and I would be altering it and turning it to something new, I became confused in the details. Now I am turning the search for a ritual into a ritual of its own, each evening asking, “How can I honorably manifest this idea?”, and then listening and watching for guidance.

I am not too concerned with the difference between a ritual, an oracle, or even a habit, though for me a ritual does need to have a transcendental, spirit element. Barbara is essentially in agreement, I think, when she reflects that “a ritual is a repeated action that has been given specific meaning to bring depth, substance, and deeper meaning to life.” She writes, “In a class I attended for a year or so, the teacher’s suggestion to a student who complained about being ‘stuck’ was for him to put a stone on his altar to represent the situation he was speaking of. Then, with conscious intention, he was to turn the stone in a different direction each day, to free the trapped energy. .db.”

The “.db.” symbol in Barbara’s writing always indicates “deep involuntary breath,” and when I see it I know she has dropped into her truth. It makes me pause, too, and drop into mine. It seems to me to be one of those practical, helper rituals, small but invaluable, that keep us alive to our paths, to the rhythms of the day, to our core strength. Barbara’s feeling is that “the deep involuntary breath is more an oracle than a ritual, since it is not something that I do, but that the Holy Spirit does in me to speak to me.” For her, “a daily ritual gives an anchor to ordinary life, expanding my consciousness to include the spiritual dimension. I often transform certain every day jobs into a ritual by assigning them a deeper meaning. I like to call this  ‘practical magic’. For instance, when I wash the windows I can call it clearing my vision, or giving me insight into a situation. Washing dishes can be named ‘creating order in my house and life’.”

“Soon after Jim died,” Barbara recalls, “I created an altar on a small table in the center of the house. I passed it every time I went anywhere in the house. I lit a candle each morning and let it burn all day in front of the Black Madonna, which I have named Mother Earth. This ritual became a member of my family, one that blessed me each time I walked past Mother Earth and saw the candle. It filled some of the vacant space in my heart as I adjusted to my new life.”

“I have fine tuned a morning ritual that connects me with Mano, Rama, and anyone from my Council who has guidance for that day. It is formed around drawing three Tarot cards. I record on the computer my interpretation of the cards’ meaning, then create a conversation for a deeper understanding that always gives me the larger picture. I have used the ‘Tarot of the Spirit’ deck daily for more than 10 years. The individual cards now have specific meaning for my personal life.  For example, when the Empress comes up I know it is a call to go to the amphitheater that day. This ritual gives a stability and constant alignment with the angels and elementals that guide my life.”

Along these “small ritual” lines, Mano says, “perfect protocol when relating with nature is to say hello and thank you—a sign that you have remembered to open your consciousness and heart to our presence.” This speaks to the importance of preparing conscious space, with the meditation, the small action, the candle or chant signaling: Here we go into another day. I am ready. I dedicate myself.

Larger, more elaborate, rituals seem to me to focus on the rhythms of the year, such as the solstices or holidays, or on the big events of weddings, births, funerals. Barbara also writes of rituals that have come to her for a particular purpose or period of time, and of rituals the elementals have performed in her honor or to encourage her.

“On the morning of my 88th birthday,” she says, “I was given a gift, an experience, an intervention, and a teaching. I went to the amphitheater early in the morning to greet the Beings of the Land and lie down to feel the earth enter my body. Soon I became aware of a line of spirit beings walking in a circle around me. They walked a figure 8 around my body, continuing to make a second figure 8 using the bottom circle of the first eight to be the top of the second. They walked this path a couple of times. Next they pulled the third circle up to blend with the second circle, then pulled the second to blend with the first. At this point I became aware of a teaching: They started with two 8s naming my 88th birthday and then pulled the circles up until I had one circle, a zero, or nothing. At this point they informed me: “From now on you are not to think of age. People have fixed ideas of what an elder is capable of. We do not want their limiting thought forms to interfere with the process we are working within you.”

The fluid way Barbara dedicates herself to all of these rituals arises organically, I believe, from the training she long ago committed herself to, of listening to the beings of nature and the songs of the angels. “I have learned that if I don’t do a ritual regularly, faithfully, once it has been established,” she cautions, “it is hard to get back into the daily practice again. It is like a cord has been severed and does not just automatically fit together again. Thus I can lose that particular connection with the expanded life.”

Turning to the practicality of the moment, in Barbara’s feedback to the first draft of this blog she writes, “As I read your draft I feel it needs more ‘heart energy’. Perhaps you can think of a ritual? That reminds me of something I often do . . .and often forget . . . which can be called a ritual. Before I write a letter I move into my heart and pour love into the words, onto the page, to the person or subject I am focusing on, to give it more ‘heart energy’. By naming it a ritual I wonder if the love will come up automatically when I start to write—if the ritual’s name will automatically alert the angels and elementals to come and fulfill the energy. Does ritual automatically alert spirit? .db.”

I believe this working activity of ritual is akin to Charles Eisenstein’s discussion of a new way to see this creative process (see his recent podcast, “Reinventing Ritual”). He brings the ritual into being-hood: “The ritual itself is alive and is calling to it those who will hold the space. It is evolving out of the moment and is about expanding awareness, even including dimensions you may think you don’t know.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Authentic Language

Presented by Mary Jane Di Piero on May 3rd, 2017 § 1 comment

Reminder from Mano: When eating a meal, give thanks to the carrot elementals, the broccoli elementals, etc.

NOTICE: Barbara will be a presenter at the Starseed Visionary Conference event in Santa Cruz, hosted by Narayani Gaia and Chief Elk Man, on May 13 & 14, 2017. If you cannot attend in person, you can still join the event Livestreaming online. LOCATION: 1119 PACIFIC AVE. 3RD FLOOR. SANTA CRUZ CA (above Logos, enter from Cedar Street side)

 

 

Since the spring of 2013 when Mano recommended to Barbara that I help create this blog, the three of us have had a remarkably smooth ride, with precious little conflict or disagreement. When that happens in my life, I know I’m meant to learn from the subtle rubs, the hard-to-grasp feeling blocks—the wisps of wisdom I’m pulling back from. The April blog’s focus on “I” messages coming from the heart and “you” messages from the intellect brings to mind one of these subtle issues. The most consistent correction, or adjustment, Barbara has made when she reads the blog draft is to gently point out when I use the universal “we”, as in “we’re all crazily busy these days”, so “we have trouble remembering to greet the flowers each morning.” She typically asks if I’m writing from my heart or from my head. I took to her point early on, since I’d just had a year when healers and others were consistently telling me that I think too much. But once in a while I felt rebellious, wanting to use the collective form because others might feel more included with the “we” and then connect more easily with the elemental world—a sort of bridge building idea. “This is a perfectly legitimate way of writing,” I would say to myself, and then I would change it. With the change would come one of those “deep involuntary breaths” of knowing I was moving closer to claiming my own feeling life.

One of Barbara’s early-on feedback notes was: “In the Conscious Living Program Jim and I taught many years ago we brought Authentic Language, which involves ‘I’ messages. These are more powerful and direct and people are left free to identify with them if they fit or feel right. ‘We’ is a generic term, for me a little fuzzy. I never know who the ‘we’ people speak of is supposed to be. You say, ‘Sometimes, along the way we are just moving one foot after the other when, suddenly, we receive a gift!’ With authentic language it would read: ‘Sometimes, along the way, I am just moving one foot after the other when, suddenly, I receive a gift.’ ”

These days I am learning about Living Room Conversations, which bring people of different persuasions, lifestyles, political views together in small groups to listen genuinely to each other. I wonder if these conversations might have grown in some way from the authentic-language impulse Barbara taught years ago. I learn to listen in the “walking in someone else’s shoes” way, to avoid judging, and when I contribute my piece with “I” messages I honor myself and the other.

I see, particularly with this cancer journey I am on, that I am always trying to act authentically out of my own story, to feel out . . . search out, the adjustments I am called to make within myself. Barbara’s notebooks are rich with her own efforts to learn these personal lessons, and I have always found seeds of hope and inspiration in the successes and lapses she faithfully documents.

During one Council of Gnomes session, one of the gnomes spoke to her about some judgmental thoughts she’d had about a friend who was worried about her own appearance. This dialogue, the gnome counseled, “needs to be turned to yourself and the care you take to look your best (deep involuntary breath)—to glorify Presence. I speak to this small point of attention,” the gnome continued, “because you are also careless about the cleanliness of your house. This is because your vision is blurry, but the carelessness brings discord into the Holy Temple of the Presence. This discord can occur in the body or in the home, as each is the temple of the God presence. And never think there is not enough time. You are being called to a mastery in which you create the time you need, to do what honors the Presence.”

Barbara recalls another time when she came to council upset about a relationship. The council said, “As we begin, stop and receive the in-filling of well being and love that we are directing to you. When you get caught in a nit about your friend you close yourself off from ‘the heart of a gnome.’ We cannot live in that claustrophobic atmosphere. Come to us and spend time with us. We work with the laws of endings and beginnings, destruction and rebirth. This is what you are in need of at this time with your friend. We need you to hold your vibrations at a consistently high level. The thoughts you’ve arrived with today are destructive to the work we do together. It is time to let this friend go; she is no longer relating to you. Also, watch your thinking and emotions and do not entertain the five harmful human habits: criticism, condemnation, judgment, blame, and gossip. Protect your mental and emotional body from runaway ego control and attempted kidnapping.”

The following reflection from Barbara is another of these sweet statements of realization and process.

I once discovered, when my life was young, that wherever I looked I could see a “need to, want to, have to”—always something to do for others. And hidden in my heart was a soft “want to” for myself. I gave the “need tos” priority when they involved others in my life, when they involved commitment to family, husband, work, promises made, intentions implied.

 Sometimes yes. Sometimes no. My commitment to others, now, comes and goes.  I used to get sick so I could stay in bed and do what I wanted without a word being said. Then I learned to be honest, to be a woman of truth, to honor myself, my spirit, my soul, my vitality, my youth. I learned to answer my inner being and say “no” to requests that take me from my own work—the work that only I can express.

 When I came from that mental place of being nice and doing for others the things they wanted me to do, I ended up being exhausted, brain dead, with no time for my own or for the responsibilities only I can accomplish. I lost peace of heart and body rest.

 After a long, long time finally l learned that what is best for me, and even for my family and friends, is to be able to say no—to find my truth within, to be honest and free, to abide deep within myself. I learned that when my actions are true, what I want turns out to be the same as what the other wants. Together we can build a process that works for both of us, in which both of our needs are met. Each of us comes from within. We each do our best. And joy of joy, my old pattern reverses.

 

 

 

 

 

Starseed Visionary Conference – May 13-14, 2017

Presented by Mary Jane Di Piero on May 2nd, 2017 § 0 comments

SVC-banner3Barbara will be a presenter at the Starseed Visionary Conference event in Santa Cruz, hosted by Narayani Gaia & Chief Elk Man, on May 13 & 14, 2017. If you cannot attend in person, you can still join the event Livestreaming online.

Complete info & registration links here

LOCATION: 1119 PACIFIC AVE. 3RD FLOOR. SANTA CRUZ CA (above Logos, enter on Cedar Street side)

 

The Call goes forth. Nature needs people to open their hearts and minds to build a relationship with the Spirits of the Land.

Barbara shares stories of 30 years interacting with nature beings that live with her in the heart of the redwood forest.  Angels, Elementals, and Mother Nature are in need of positive human interaction.

The natural interaction between people, angels and elementals was burned out of human consciousness in the western world during the 300 years of inquisition when people were killed for their knowledge and relationship with the spirits of the land.

 

TRANSFORMATIONAL MAGIC THROUGH COLOR AND INTENTION

Transforming our fears and self limitation
Workshop with Barbara Thomas

Magic can happen when we let our minds rest and allow our hearts to speak.

Using colored chalks we will put the energy of an incident on paper, then allowing our Inner Artist to transform the picture, ‘voila’ magic happens.

Returning to the Heart of a Gnome

Presented by Mary Jane Di Piero on April 1st, 2017 § 5 comments

Reminder from Mano: When you light a candle, give thanks to the fire spirit.

Painting by Barbara Thomas

Painting by Barbara Thomas

Here (says Mary Jane) is a tiny story of my life. In mid-March a routine PET scan showed a small spot on my lung (probably a touch of pneumonia from The Cough) and another one on my breast near where last summer’s melanoma was removed. I can’t have surgery until the cough goes away, so I have come home to wait three weeks. What has slowly filled me is great happiness. My highest good, I realize, will be served by abandoning all my normal activities—study groups, meetings, shopping, errands—all but a little heart-required grandson time. I can burrow into my comforters, with candles and beautiful music, sleep, meditate, continue my healing wanderings into childhood and ancestry. The following days have been precious out-of-time ones. When I’m tempted to begin it all again, I tune into the place in my chest where the cough still waits in longing for some deeper kind of attention.

The poet David Whyte, in “Time Is a Season”, says: “To make friends with the hours is to come to know all the hidden correspondences inside our own bodies that match the richness and movement of life we see around us. The tragedy of constant scheduling in our work is its mechanical effect on the hours, and subsequently on our bodies, reducing the spectrum of our individual character and color to a gray sameness. Every hour left to itself has its mood and difference, a quality that should change us and re-create us according to its effect upon us. In many traditional cultures, a particular hour of the day is seen to have a personal, almost angelic presence, something that might be named—though only in hushed tones, and only in ways that reinforce its unknowingness. The Benedictine, Brother David Steindl-Rast, defines an angel as the eternal breaking into time, each particular breakthrough of the numinous utterly extraordinary and utterly itself. Time and each hour of time is a season, almost a personality, with its own annunciation, its own song, its whispering of what is to be born in us. Its appearance like a new conversation in which we are privileged to overhear ourselves participating.”

Recently Barbara has been creating a new book. She has long had a manuscript on the Council of Gnomes, and now, to complete it, she has placed herself in this all-embracing Time space to comb through her years of communications with the elementals and open to new revelations of her life’s work. From our emails and conversations, I would say that this review is bringing her great happiness, as she gives herself permission to simply be with her true self and true experience.

I understand, too, how I can live with a story about myself for many years, and then, with age, wisdom, added information, or necessity it comes to me again from a new angle and clicks into alignment with a greater, higher energy. The resonance refines itself; peace reigns. This arrival of peace, of truth, Barbara always describes as the deep involuntary breath (DIB). When it comes, she knows and trusts. She believes that everyone has some variation of the DIB, which of course doesn’t signify the end of the learning but is a trusted signpost along the way.

The September 2014 blog describes Barbara receiving the Heart of a Gnome from the council. Through her recent reviewing lens, with its added degree of accuracy, she describes the gift anew. “Today I woke up with thoughts about authentic language and ‘I’ messages—that ‘I’ messages come from the heart and ‘you’ messages from the head. And then, voila, Mano helped me remember the gift the council had given me of the Heart of a Gnome, a teaching I had forgotten about.”

She began connecting the “I” message work with the Heart of a Gnome gift. “The heart is authentic and speaks with ‘I’ messages. The heart is personal. It speaks the truth, what it knows and has experienced. The head speaks with ‘you’ messages. It is impersonal, full of opinions and other people’s stories, and it relates beliefs rather than knowing. I have experienced a rebel in my mind, versus a revealer in my heart. My mind acts out in rebellion against plans and purposes I am guided to do. My heart encourages truth through revelation in the action. Akasha’s teaching is that merely having the idea for something to happen will not bring its manifestation. It takes heart desire to fill the idea with substance. The heart is the action motivator. When I think about going to the amphitheater, my mind can easily talk me out of it. (It’s too cold, too late). When my heart wants to go, it happens. As for the Heart of a Gnome, “It is pure, it does not know duality, good and bad. It knows only perfection (‘good’, which to the gnome means ‘God’). It is innocent, like a child, trusting and kind. It is eager to do its best.”

Another revelation was that other helpers she has received in the past—the Joy Guide, the Green Heart, the fairy in her heart—carry the same energy as the Heart of a Gnome. “The Joy Guide was first given to me in 1970, during my first psychic reading. Later in the amphitheater I was told that I had been given a fairy in my heart. And then I received the Heart of a Gnome. I believe these are all different names for the same aspect of consciousness that lives in our heart. All of them have the same quality, the same being; it is the same being I now recognize as the experience of taking deep involuntary breaths when I think, hear, or speak truth. This being is also called the inner child, the innocent one. She is pure and holy and is a constant reminder to live with the truth of heart knowing rather than head knowledge.”

“I see this as such a beautiful gift. I never fully realized the depth of its meaning. As I work with the material for this book, I find that is true for so many things I have experienced and been told. Mano has used this past two months’ work to reveal so many truths in such a deep embrace. As Pamela Eakins has said, ‘Life is a mystery to be lived, not a problem to be solved.’ And as John Powell says, ‘To be honest and open and free, to let you see who I really am, takes the rawest kind of courage.’ ”

 

 

Pay Attention to the Entrance

Presented by Mary Jane Di Piero on March 1st, 2017 § 3 comments

Reminder from Mano: When possible, have your feet on the soil as you walk. When on concrete, see your feet going beneath, to the surface of the earth. Send love through your feet to the earth and through your eyes to all of nature around you.

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Another admirable January event in Nevada City/Grass Valley (in addition to the Wild and Scenic Film Festival I mentioned last month) is the Food and Farm Conference. Among the local presenters was a mom I sometimes see at my grandson’s preschool, a beekeeper. I noticed she was on the conference program and mentioned to her that I was coming. She told me how scared she was, because she’s only been working with bees for 6 years and others have much more experience. She was staying up until midnight working on her power point presentation, worrying. And then she stopped abruptly and said: “But what I really want to tell people is to talk to the bees and listen to them. They have been around for thousands of years and know what we need to do to help them.” I laughed and told her I thought that would be a courageous thing to do.

The morning of her presentation in the high school library, the wild rain had slowed things down, the ceiling was dripping, and the tech guys were not able to project her power point. When she realized she was on her own, she visibly straightened up and began to speak from her heart. She didn’t just mention the talking-to-the-bees part, as she might have, possibly with a trace of embarrassment. She made it the framework for her entire talk, beginning with how the bees sing the world with the resonances of their constant humming— which summon the flowers to open and create life forces of well being. She wove in so much knowledge about natural beekeeping, including the need for responsible practices and interfacing with commercial beekeepers, that her expertise seemed to pave the way for, and merge seamlessly with, her deep, respectful relationship with the bees. Every morning she takes her tea to the hives and tells the bees about her life, what is happening and what she is thinking. “What kind of response do you receive in return?” I ask. Well, during the day she gets intuitions, she says, a sudden idea, an urge to call someone, a knowing that she needs to tend to something.

She has sung into place this other layer of reality with the bees, based on mimicking the way bees live in nature and on the folklore of beekeeping. The old beekeepers, for example, didn’t go into the hives (didn’t have the removable frames that would make this possible), so they had to have other ways to discern the health of the hive; they watched the entrance and learned to read bee behavior. This young beekeeper balances going into the hive with observing from the outside; she incorporates the old with the new and distinguishes between frantic out-of-health hives and those where the bees are organized and have their wits about them. It’s humbling—she lives in that space of humility and gratitude. She sometimes loses hives, and then, in the other direction, she discovers a swarm and thrills to the bees’ natural way of birthing the new hive.

This idea of learning to watch the entrance, the gateways, from outer to inner, to feel the pulses, pertains as well to working with the devas of the garden, the gnomes, and other nature spirits—with what’s under the earth, what’s inside the tree, and even what’s deep in our own cellular structure. I intuit my way through the membrane of consciousness, the imaginative and true journey, but I don’t have to reject the microscope, the magnifying lens, the thinking path. Working with the heart AND the intellect is a discipline worthy of my complete attention.

Barbara notes that the beekeeper’s way of receiving sudden knowing, through intuition, is the way Mano impresses her to action or to receive a teaching. “If I follow a sudden idea by writing it into the computer,” she says, “pages of teaching may follow.”

The elementals give constant encouragement, and Barbara documents it with the quickness and efficiency of modern technology (that is, her laptop). “When I once told my team I felt like I was slipping backward in my connection,” Barbara remembers, “Mano encouraged me not to fret over these lapses. ‘It is all part of the learning process,’ he said. ‘To fret and feel dissatisfied with yourself only depletes your energy. Move into self-love. This is a big project and shift, not only for you but for the collective. Love yourself and set intention for the desire of your heart. When you live in gratitude and appreciation the joy will follow. Just breathe love in and out and the rest will fall into place. We are ever here supporting this integrative process. Sit in silence, Barbara. We do not want to feed your mind. You know the answers. We want to feed your heart so you can connect with your passion for this work.’ ”

The Council of Gnomes also provides context for Barbara, bringing the old into alignment with the new. One day, several years ago, the council wanted to talk about her personal history, over lifetimes. “You were part of a wave of consciousness that came to the planet to bring forth a new consciousness. This energy came into the earth’s etheric in Lemurian times. After the flood it was decided that many would enter the earth physically, while others of us would remain in the etheric. We, the Council of Gnomes, have stayed in the etheric. You chose to enter the physical. We work with the consciousness of the planet as you work with the consciousness of humanity by specifically working with your own physical consciousness.” 

“The big experiment was to individualize, using your God consciousness of creativity to embody a form. You were to stay connected with the God source and the consciousness of Earth Mother, uniting the two as one—two sides of the whole, like Janus, the god who could see in both directions at the same time. You also, in this present time, walk in the physical world of personality while being overshadowed by your higher consciousness.” 

Barbara reflects on the wealth of information that has come to her over the years, “as my team and teachers try to give me the big picture, encouraging me to wake up. Each one of us who wakes up sends out an energy that will go out through human consciousness and assist others to wake up to their own connection with their guardians, guides, teachers, and soul. A major teaching is for me to live from the inside out and give up my old ways of living from the outside in, always thinking I know what would be good for others and trying to match my thinking to fit with their beliefs. The night my husband Jim died, as I went back to bed, I heard the inner voice say, ‘Will the real Barbara Thomas please step forward.’ I felt this as a challenge and an invitation. I accepted and now am led to share publicly my relationship with gnomes, angels, and the spirit beings on my land. I choose to live by what I know is true for me, a single individual. I don’t have to wonder if what I share is right for others; they will know.”

 

 

Moving Beyond Mind

Presented by Mary Jane Di Piero on February 1st, 2017 § 2 comments

Reminder from Mano: When you drink a glass of water, say thank you to the water elemental.

Painting by Barbara Thomas

Painting by Barbara Thomas

Each January Nevada City/Grass Valley hosts the Wild & Scenic Film Festival, with a rich offering of movies about the natural world, about people engaging in environmental and cultural innovation and preservation, about finding honorable ways of existing in this most interesting time. I have launched my own search, in these days, for people whose authenticity makes me feel alive and awake, who are unapologetic about their spiritual explorations, who can see and work and research different viewpoints and look for the underlying connections, who can say no without scorning and vilifying.

The prizewinner for me at this year’s festival was not a movie—though I saw plenty of inspiring ones—but a free event at a coffee house early one morning. A couple, Mark and Clare Dubois, led a session called “Moving Beyond Mind”, in which, separately and together, and with us attendees, they called into being a flow state of energy that was palpable and elevating and lasted for a long time. It was an exciting experiment.

Mark, a long-time river activist, set the tone of “learning through experimenting” with stories of his early days of river running and how he learned not to break paddles by resisting with strength and force but rather came to dance with the currents, to breathe with the river, to find the “through line” when faced with rapids and walls of water. “This is an incredibly sacred time we’re in,” he said; our collective wisdom is needed, and we’re all in the same boat.

Clare, who created treesisters.org, stated the challenge: “We’re in a colossal inherited momentum and need to understand how we got here on an energetic level. It involves shaming of the feminine, having intuition hammered out of our wild natures, being taught not to honor the sacred but to be consumers, and not learning to deal with pain. Trying to become sane can feel insane.” She also emphasized, however, that “the feminine side is not just woman; it’s the receptive side, attuned to listening, sitting in humility and receiving. This side is starting to receive a different intelligence. The doing side can then help figure out the solutions.”

The Dubois’ morning experiment involved contemplating with a partner the question “How can I find the through line?”—first from a purely intellectual mind space, and then from the heart. The meditation that followed focused on the heart space, and just as I began feeling a great tingling on my skin, and then an expansion first of my head and then the rest of my body, Clare verified the energy shift and then tracked it for the remainder of the gathering. I was gratified to feel myself as a data point in this exploration of awakening consciousness.

“We can create a much greater continuum,” Clare encouraged. “Our souls can be woven into a greater intelligence, to which we have access. We have no idea what we’re capable of.” In the face of fear, the safest response is to become “logged into infinite power” and to begin learning how to stay connected. “Fear, scarcity, and separation are the old; love and connection are the new.”

We must have both our masculine and feminine sides actively engaged, it’s clear to me, even if our personalities and our innate inclinations lean more to one side than the other. That balance is the experiment, the work. Barbara’s “Healing Burned Woman” story, dvd, and workshops all aim toward this, and she has been receiving and presenting it for many years. Now, with the great stirring from lethargy this presidential election has stimulated, with women (and many sympathetic, attuned men) meeting and marching en masse all over the world, perhaps the realization of balanced matriarchy and patriarchy is closer at hand, or at least ready for a renaissance. This awakening, this moving beyond mind, must be embued with Spirit if it is to stay true and avoid being entrapped by ego, by mere power. We know so well that revolutions are always tempted to become that which they’re striving to replace. To this end of maintaining balance and staying attuned to Spirit guidance, I would like, now, to turn to some of the practices and practical advice the nature spirits have given Barbara.

In the Council of Gnomes Barbara hears:
“We are here to ever remind you, as we promised we would—to assist in your waking up. We remain faithful to our commitment; you are now awake. The next step is for you to ‘get out of bed’ and move into life, the great work. Everything is in place. We would like you to be diligent about your agreements with your body elemental regarding keeping your body, mind, and spirit in alignment. Your ego is infiltrating. You can feel it by your thoughts of concern for your family. Be true to your own self and those you love will have the energy to be true to themselves and to ask for what they want.”

“Keeping each day clear and complete in itself, so you don’t have clean-up from yesterday waiting to be done today, will be of enormous help. We have given you companions to assist you in all you have to do. If your house is in order, there will be little to distract you. Putting things back where they belong, even if you are going to use them again soon, is the best plan.”

 “We have always appreciated working with you from the standpoint of your wanting to be healthy, and yet we realize how much time you have spent in the past protecting your body from fatigue, or fear of fatigue. This is no longer the way for you to work. ‘Ask and you shall receive.’ Ask when you go to bed at night for your body to wake invigorated and strong. Ask to be alert, alive, and radiant with life force. It is all a matter of Spirit, of how much Spirit is available and being fed to the body cells, to the elementals in the body, to the light sparks within the light body.”

 “When humans stopped taking responsibility for their life force functioning at 100%, the elementals of the earth had to give their life force to keep humans alive. This is no longer necessary as you move into increased consciousness. Start thinking in terms of the life force that comes through your body in movement. Your lungs breathe air, you drink water, you think. Each body, each element, has its ‘right of exchange’. As you breathe in the life force, you breathe out blessings of a human to nature. You give love and appreciation. This reciprocity enriches the elementals and you as well. It increases your life force and it expands their consciousness, because they now have received a conscious element from a human being. As a human, you are very important to the elementals.”

 “The key is always for you to be open and willing and to take the unfolding process one step at a time. There is a deeper unfolding beginning to occur now; we can only tell you that it has to do with the learning you are doing in the various mystery schools. We have brought you more than one path, more than one way to learn, so that you would not get stuck in one method but be open to the flow of ideas that come from without and from within. We bring you many facets to feed your many-faceted mind. The goal is to integrate and unite the different facets into a whole.”

 

 

What’s in a Name?

Presented by Mary Jane Di Piero on January 11th, 2017 § 2 comments

Mano reminder: Ask more. Ask more often. Ask more specifically.

Painting by Barbara Thomas

Painting by Barbara Thomas

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

As my heart warms . . . breathing deepens, brain relaxes, spine straightens to align harmoniously with the flow of earth and cosmos. We all, I am sure, have these soft interludes, when we slide out of our logical brain and make way for magic. We fall in love, with other people but also with our dogs, our sports heroes, our music, our work, our gardens. We find ourselves longing to return to some beloved activity over and over again: fishing, hiking, sailing, walking in the rain. All sorts of passions take us by surprise and cause our hearts to lurch and then surrender. Balancing left-brain linear with right-brain intuitive— logical thinking with magical thinking—brings joy, creativity, laughter.

Does it matter how we name these qualitative (versus quantitative) resonances? My friend relates them, simply, to a love of life. When this blog was in its early months, she encouraged us “to invite people to be open to experiencing and being deeply touched by nature, and to present this invitation in different ways.” She observed that “when we cultivate relationship we find our own names. If ‘gnome’ doesn’t work, another word will.” Barbara says that when she first became aware of the spirits within nature she kept asking, “Who are you? What is your name?” One day the answer came: “Your teacher I am. Your teacher I will be. What name you call me matters not to me.”

But then the question comes to me: How graciously do I, do we, accept the names others choose? And how free do I leave them to share with me their spaces of the heart? What I find myself wishing for these days is a softening of mind-borders, with the acknowledgment of the emotional state—this “in love” state—being something I look for in the other, and recognize as something I know, no matter what this person is calling it or even how well hidden it is. It’s like in the novel (and movie), A Man Called Ove, when a band of neighbors gathers around the curmudgeon Ove, because, often enough, they catch glimpses of great kindness and decency beneath his gruffness.

I would also appreciate people giving gnomes and nature spirits the benefit of the doubt. Rudolf Steiner cautions against “unfounded disbelief,” and I always think it would be great if people did the exercises and experiments in the right-brained world before declaring them invalid and beyond proof. How could it hurt to talk to a tree or thank a rose for its beauty, particularly if one could manage to do it objectively, with a true spirit of inquiry and without a judgment blocking the energy?

Sometimes the bridge to understanding is just a matter of pursuing a conversation with patience and good will. I have a friend from high school—a former college coach—who reads this blog regularly and has made gallant attempts to understand what’s going on here. His “normal” self, however, occasionally worries about what he sees as my relentless pursuit of “something that does not exist.” He has called it weird and goofy, this cultivation of connection with unseen beings, but I think what really bothered him was his lack of certainty that I actually believed in this other world. When I assured him that I do, and that my spiritual strivings are way at the top of my life’s pursuits, he was ok with all of it and pleased that we could keep on being friends across all divides. Me too! Those are critical parts of the dialogue, really: trust and open hearts. And I regard the dialogue around differences as an important one.

Barbara says that she doesn’t pursue a conversation about her involvement with nature and the elementals if she doesn’t sense receptivity from the other. She intuitively knows when to offer an opening and doesn’t go further if the invitation remains unacknowledged. For example, a local contractor recently working in her house had a discernably nice energy. After observing that he had lived in the Santa Cruz Mountains for 20 years, she ventured to ask, “Have you ever experienced the elementals or angels in nature, or had special experiences?” He said that his first wife had been interested in those things, that they had done sweat lodges. He missed that world, he acknowledged.

Barbara continues: “When people immerse themselves in nature, they are in the realm of elementals and angels, with or without knowing it. The name you assign doesn’t matter; and church teaching has nothing to do with that special feeling of being in nature. I believe that everyone inwardly yearns for a feeling expression that’s not mental and that wakes them up to the things they love to do. Once while chatting with a friend as we sat on the ground at the base of a redwood tree, just as I felt the special feeling that comes from being in the forest, my friend said, ‘Barbara, I just saw the most amazing thing. That redwood tree just overshadowed you with a blessing.’ ”

Mano is always urging us to build relationships, at first just by speaking to the trees and flowers, saying hello and expressing appreciation. “What name you call me doesn’t matter to me; what’s important is for people to become aware of what happens in nature,” he says. Indeed, Barbara emphasizes, we couldn’t breathe, we couldn’t live, if it weren’t for nature. When we make a conscious connection and “keep coming back” to enhance it, we show our willingness to participate in the grand scheme of life. “When I step outside and pay attention, I feel the freshness of the air and am embraced in love and well-being. Then I stop and acknowledge that and just breathe it in, embracing Mother Nature’s darshan, her holy blessing. The wind brushing against my face is the blessing of the air element; all the elements are there.”

 

 

 

The Awakening

Presented by Mary Jane Di Piero on December 1st, 2016 § 3 comments

Reminder from Mano: Bless the objects in your house that serve you and give you pleasure (for example, the computer, stove, flower arrangements). All of these are composed of the elements of earth, water, air, and fire.

Mother Tree with added visual

Mother Tree with added visual

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A friend joked the other day that perhaps this election was a great conspiracy on the part of the gnomes to wake us all up. From one perspective or another, the vitriolic campaigning, the great confusion about truth, the shock of the result, the fear and then new resolve the election has stimulated—most everyone I know considers this a new turning, remembering nothing like it in our lifetimes.

Where are the sources of hope and resolve? I am interested in imagining these for myself, and I am fascinated with what others have come up with. One nearly 80-year-old friend told me she has her tennis shoes at the door, ready to march. Two other women, established biodynamic farmers, want to make an impact by helping young women farmers who are worn down with tight money, raising young children, feeling isolated as they and their partners strive to live an ideal of organic, healthy growing. A recent acquaintance, having devoted himself to activism for many years, is now concentrating on beauty—through a poem, for example, that explores the sensual, spiritual essence of a tea ceremony. The uniqueness of the responses is beautiful; the ones I resonate most with are those willing to tolerate bewilderment, avoid blame, stretch toward authentic truth, keep working through fear to arrive over and over again at “dauntless courage of the soul”.

Uprightness is a gesture I keep reminding myself to live into, and that leads to connection with the divine. Then my feet go naturally into earth and communion with nature spirits. This acknowledgement, gentle, continual, that we can call on other realms of being for help, at small, intimate, personal levels and in larger worldwide arenas, is one that I often find missing in the public discourse. And it is the very one that keeps me going.

Barbara wrote last week about a friend’s request for help in relating with some small trees he must cut down on his property. “I learned a lot,” she said (she is always learning a lot). And her process is exemplary of how we can approach this great trouble (and glory) of a world.

“I went to the amphitheater Saturday morning to ask the trees your question,” she writes to her friend. “As I entered I went to the mother tree first as I always do. At the base of the tree my attention went to a configuration of energies: one shape of the bark looked like a gnome cap and below it was a gnome body. Then my vision changed to view a face with a big bushy beard (its body would have gone into the earth). I spoke to this form and recorded our conversation on the computer.” 

Barbara:
Dear Sir, I saw you at the foot of the mother tree, first as a gnome with pointed cap, then as a mature adult face with a big beard. I came to ask guidance on how my friend should communicate with the 5-foot-tall redwoods he has to remove. Are you the one to guide me? [I got a yes.]  I thought it would be Mano.

 Nature Spirit:
Mano knows and understands, but I wanted to take this opportunity to connect in person with you. I am one of the Master Gnomes who has represented the redwood trees in your Council of Gnomes. That is why I show myself to you as a gnome with pointed red cap—the personal code we have with you to identify the presence of an elemental. Others might have another image or feeling that identifies the spirit who is developing a relationship.

In regard to the question of communicating with the small redwood trees, the communication with any aspect of nature goes through the heart and feeling side of life. When a person’s heart and mind are in union, those feelings convert the concept into thoughts and words. Sometimes the reverse is true: the words are clear and convert to a feeling that communicates the content of the conversation.

Always begin a conversation by opening to the Great Mother—Mother Nature, Mother Earth, Angel of the Garden, Angel of the Land—whoever is in charge and guiding and protecting the area of land you are in, and whoever guards and protects the smaller trees you are wanting to communicate with. 

Touch the plant. Send it love. Tell it what is happening and what must happen. Express your feelings. Thank it for its presence on your land and in your life. Thank It for the contribution it has made to your life and the beauty of the land. Then tell it that the time for its removal has come and ask the larger trees around the area to absorb the energy of the little one. Ask that a special blessing be offered to it, like wearing a crown for being a sacrificial offering for the need of the area.

Be aware that the tree has learned and grown in wisdom by volunteering to interact with a human. Its service is complete, and it has been recognized and respected, even loved, by this human. Many of us come as emissaries to build the bridge of consciousness between human beings and nature beings.

The first step comes when a human hears the call to live in the forest, to live with trees. The second call is for the human and nature being to relate and interact. The third call is for them to grow together in consciousness.

In closing, Barbara assures her friend that he has heeded these calls through his concern and by reaching out for guidance on the correct way to relate and communicate. “Well done, friend,” she says, “and thank you giving me the opportunity to learn.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

Summer Journeying to the Amphitheater

Presented by Mary Jane Di Piero on November 1st, 2016 § 3 comments

Reminder from Mano: Soften your heart and send love to the flowers in your garden.

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This blog will be Barbara’s writing about her two-month commitment in the summers to spend several hours in the amphitheater each day. First, though, comes my introduction. The three-way agreement among Barbara, Mano, and me is that I will start each blog with something personal. When Mano suggested to Barbara three and a half years ago that she ask me to help with the blog, we both expected that I would just edit and present her notebook writings. However, at our first meeting Barbara received the suggestion, from Mano I believe, that I was to add my own perspective, become involved in the conversation. Who knows what would have happened if we had gone the other direction! I recently read something that encouraged people to look every evening for the miracle that had graced their day. I suspect that Barbara’s intuition was one of my miracles.

This month I thought of prefacing Barbara’s sacred daily pilgrimages with some of my notes from David Abrams at the Lama Foundation workshop I mentioned in last month’s blog. David is full of ecstasy and the longing to preserve diversity, in nature and in humanity. The ecstasy, the “being in love” comes through “tending the boundary between the human world and the more-than-human world.” If I become too preoccupied, too busy, and cut off communication, or fall out of relationship with a “more-than-human field”, all of my human relationships can become brittle. For after all, those close to me cannot possibly fulfill all of my mighty needs and longings. So I must remember that I can go out and consult with the trees.

Now I am going to cut the David part a little short in order to include an even more personal observation . . . my early morning dream today. (But please check out David Abrams, Becoming Animal, to see how full of juice his words are, and how full of singing.) So there I was, in the dream, back in the rec room of my childhood home. Barbara was teaching a circle dance to several women from the Lama workshop and we were having a little trouble getting our feet to move properly. I suddenly perked up, popped into a new state of energy, and was able to do the “step-two-three, together” rhythm—albeit imperfectly. Then I realized that some of the stuff in the room was junky, or broken, and I started to clean it out. Would by father mind? I wondered, but then I quickly remembered that he had already died.

We are free, then, to dance without ancestral restriction, to sing to the trees, to recover old wisdom and discover the new, acknowledging the sacredness of place—in this case, Barbara’s amphitheater—but also our own. Here is her story.

The world calls.
Emails demand to be answered.
Desk work, postponed too long, is screaming for attention.
And promises made to self to drink water, exercise, brush teeth long and lovingly (no more quick touch until it tastes good).
People to connect with, family to attend to.
The world calls.
I want to, I will get to, will answer the calls . . . soon.

But for now, Nature, Mother Gaia, the Beings of the amphitheater—
their call has priority.
It is not the loudest call I hear.
It speaks so softly,
I know from experience that
if I don’t respond
I may lose the ability to hear. 

And so I go.
Computer over my shoulder
Scarf around my neck
Sun hat on my head
Jacket for warmth as I drive Betsy on
the familiar road.
This is my third year of daily travel to the
amphitheater for the two months of summer.
I call it my Summer Journey. 

When I arrive I open my heart, greet the Mother Tree and say,
Mother I am here; I have come home.

Moving into the amphitheater proper
I greet the great circle of trees with Presence.
I open my heart and say hello.
Hello to the god and goddess of the temple in the East
Hello to the God and Goddess of the temple in the South
Hello to the God and Goddess of the temple in the West
Hello to the God and Goddess of the temple of the North
Hello to the place of the rising sun
Hello to the place of the setting sun
Hello to all those who live above
Hello to all of those who live within
Hello to Gaia
Greetings to the dwellers within this sacred place.

I open my heart, silence my mind to sit in your presence.
I am available to interact with any who wish to come.

I wait to see if anything happens.
What does my imagination see?
What does my imagination hear?
I wait and record in my computer what, if anything, happens.
I wait to hear a voice, one I recognize or a new presence. 

I often spend time lying on the earth,
often sing songs to the beauty of nature around me.
Every day I do an ink stick drawing
to honor a request the Nature Spirits have made.

Over and over I say to the space around me:
You are so sweet.
There is such a sweet feeling present here today.
Thank you, I love you. 

I will be going now.
Does anyone wish to speak before I leave?
Sometimes from behind me I hear a voice in my imagination say,
Yes, I want to speak.
And then I record the conversation on the computer
and leave when it is over.

Day in day out,
I make this journey daily for the two months of summer,
usually staying one or two hours, perhaps three or four.
Beyond that, I go when I am called.
In the last 29 years of living on this precious land, I estimate
I have made this trip 7000 times.
I used to walk.
Now Betsy and I travel together.
And always, all ways the Beings of the land
are there to greet and bless us.

 

Moment-to-Moment Guidance

Presented by Mary Jane Di Piero on October 2nd, 2016 § 3 comments

Reminder from Mano: Say hello to the Spirits of the land, the Geni Loci, when entering a park, going to the beach, hiking in the mountains.

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Painting by Barbara Thomas

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Knowing that Spirit (angelic or elemental) is always placing “next steps” in my path and that I’m committed to paying attention, in mid-September I attended a Gift Economics workshop at the Lama Foundation near Taos, New Mexico. Two of the presenters are authors whose books have been very important to me in the past couple of years: Charles Eisenstein: The More Beautiful World Our Hearts Know Is Possible, and David Abram: Becoming Animal. The third presenter, Pat McCabe (Woman Stands Shining), is a Dine elder who works also in the Lakota tradition and is a friend of my daughter’s from Taos. This perfect coming together of valued people I had no idea were connected felt like a calling—to something, perhaps a confirmation of my destiny path or even a sliver-hint of a new one.

One night, toward the end of my stay there, I woke up feeling disappointed, wondering what I had learned and why I had felt so compelled to attend—perhaps partly because Charles and David had arrived only for the last two days of the event. I consoled myself: surely I have been around long enough to know that the gifts we receive may not always be the ones we anticipate, and that their importance may register only later, as reflection sets in and the streams of new relationships play their tune. Now, although I still do not know how this New Mexico time will inform my core story, I feel abundant joy and energy around it—with the new community that blossomed as we sat together for many hours in Lama’s dome space, and with the integrity radiating from leaders and participants.

The most important jewel from the conference—the one I am just now most moved by and certain about—came early in the week through the presence of Pat McCabe. Like Barbara Thomas, Pat follows Spirit, not just occasionally, when it occurs to her, but as a daily, moment-to-moment practice. Being in the presence of such exemplars is a great gift. In the mood of a gift economy, I wonder, how do I value such people and what they bring? I can show my gratitude best, I think, by emulating them, in my own particular way.

Being in that space, with Spirit, requires dreamtime. Pat spoke of how, after a divorce, she spent many days feeling paralyzed. But paralysis transformed into stillness, and then came the message: “This stillness you have is going to be more important than you can imagine.” Barbara goes to the amphitheater nearly every day to feel into its profound stillness, and then to engage in a listening and response with Mano and the other nature spirits. Today I sit by my little fish pond in the sun, bluebirds flitting close, my head expanding into . . . peace.

Yet the journey is not all peace. Barbara’s old dialogues hold so many instances of her forgetting to tune in to Spirit, sometimes for weeks, and then apologizing and recommitting. Pat describes a visitation by the Sun Mother, who gave her direction that she didn’t like and didn’t want to heed. Through this back-and-forth tug— resistance and forgetting giving way to turning things over to Spirit and accepting—the fundamental alliances are forged. The road becomes smoother, reliable, but not without challenge and hard patches.

Early on, Pat said, she was unable to hear Spirit messages because she had an expectation around how they should come. Barbara, too, writes of her initial distaste for gnomes and her gradual process of being opened through teachers and books and, above all, Nature, until she became familiar with and trusted by the elementals. Pat talked about a long period of being tested, not so much a trial, she felt, as Spirit’s checking to find how well she could hear, how willing she was to listen, and how useful she could be. In Barbara’s notebooks, Mano, Rama, and other gnome spirits tell her how they are “training” her to serve the greater cause of reconciling angelic, human, and elemental realms.

I don’t want to contort these two elders into similar boxes—their differences, indeed, are beautiful. They come from different traditions, white European and Native American, and use different tools. Yet I am moved to note a kind of skeletal coherence—a dance—of likenesses. Both women are deep reminders to me that this listening to Spirit is the only response to our crazy world that makes sense.

It’s also interesting that both of these wise women are nurturing the recovery of earth wisdom lost in the witch burnings of the Inquisition, and of thus rekindling a sacred way of living that has an authority beyond patriarchal rule-based rigidity. When Spirit recently asked Pat to orchestrate a series of seminars in Europe to address wounds from this time of great separation, she was initially reluctant to accept this task, which was logistically as well as emotionally difficult. It involved visiting five countries for four-day Human Reunion ceremonies with a group of indigenous women she gathered from across the globe. Each presented her native wisdom and knowledge around the issue of masculine and feminine relationship, as imbedded in indigenous ceremony and the traditions of working with and listening to Mother Earth.

Barbara—from her receiving and publishing of the Burned Woman (available on this website) many years ago, and through the workshops she regularly conducts on “Healing the Burned Woman”—points out that it is time to heal our ancient fears of living in close communion and co-creation with Spirit and Nature. She believes that we all have the burned woman wound within us, whether we were victim or perpetrator (indeed, we may have been both, in different lifetimes).

Barbara painted the burned woman portraits long before she received the story that accompanies them in her book. Both paintings and story came through her more than originating from her. As she relates the experience: “I woke up one night hearing the words, ‘There once was a time, a horrible time’ repeating itself over and over. I got up, sat down at my computer, and word-by-word the whole Burned Woman story was revealed. As I wrote the words I saw paintings I had done 40 years earlier as illustrations for the story.”

“Those paintings were done in the year I was learning to paint. Without realizing it at the time, I was also identifying my inner process and discovering myself as a woman, an adult. I ended up with the self-dedication to be authentic. When I read the quote, ‘To be honest, open, and free, to let people see who I really am, takes the rawest kind of courage,’ I made a promise to myself that I would be that kind of woman. Another quote that has led my life is, ‘Why am I afraid to show you who I really am? Because it is all I’ve got, and if you don’t like it, I have nothing else to offer.’ ”

“Spirit is still in a BIG OVERHALL of my personal identity—who I am and what I am about. My guess is that it will never stop.”

 

 

 

 

 

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    After years of stimulating Barbara
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