The Iron Door of Confusion

Between the layers

lies a collective confusion

about why we’re stuck

in a place where we know

to go

up or down.

Behind the iron door

in a space where there is no place

for joy or terror

in a place where we know

we should go

up or down.

Where the walls replaced

the once brilliant views

where there were no walls

there are now caverns of confusion

in a place where we know

to go up or down.

We move, we follow,

we express our sorrow.

But what do we do?

We pry open the iron door where we know

to go

up or down.

Laughter subsides

and we all arise

awakened to the choices

awakened by the voices

of the children  playing

and the trees are swaying

away from the collusion

and much confusion

form the place where we know

to go

neither up nor down.

— Wendy Who Walks With Wildflowers

Supercede Higher Integration of Time

Gratitude Medallions. Hand made art by Wendy Hurd

Let it be known to all aware and unaware that the little ones unseen mourn you as you die. Their number one job is to bring light to you at your darkest moments and when they fail, they mourn you and their failure for one thousand years.

It seems there are many, many failures now so there are an extraordinary number of little ones mourning for one thousand years each. This turbulence has more effect on Mother Earth than any environmental action or practice or situation.

Be aware in your decisions, as they have a greater impact than the struggles and sadness of life.

These words give hope to the little ones. Thank you. I love you. Thank you. I love you. Thank you. I love you.

And so the love of the earth supercedes so much of the human condition and actions that would otherwsie destroy. There is no manipulation needed, just a simple farewell to the segment of the mind closed off to loving kindness. Ah yes, there you go. If it is not possible to set the mind aside, simple awareness of the segment shines the light so necessary for the ascension of the ultimate expression of all.

There is uniqueness. Celebrate the diversity. Celebrate the choices and the expressions brought into each awareness and dimensions aware and unaware.

Like ping pong. Back and forth. Slow. Fast. Joyful. Be the ball. Be the paddles. Be those who play. Be the table. Be the net. BE the parts of the experience. But do not be the rules. For the rules are that which hold you back.

And so it is.


 

Thank you. I am Wendy Who Walks With Wildflowers. I am brilliant, creative, patient, joyful, clear, connected, kind, loving and loved. AHO

Starting The Inward Travel

Energy Center and Chakra Illumination illustration and symbols created by Wendy Hurd of LilyTiger Creative

Breathe in

She weeps

As she discovers

The feeling

Of being loved

Starting over

In the realm

Where she is


 

This morning as with each morning, there are three pages of channeled wisdom and grace flowing through my hands onto the page. The practice also includes letting go of the channeled writing unless there is something called forth to share. And so it is today.

Dreams. Let go of most. For they are the mind spinning and indulging itself in the paradigm of judgement. Set the mind aside, express gratitude and ask for assistance as it is recycled.

Others, they are premonitions and visions of alignment so that the self may prepare and ease into the knowing of that which is. This process helps with balance and when honored, is the brilliant undertaking of being and knowing love.

And yet others are what some have called “astral travel” but is in essence the self being where it is needed to serve others in need. Everyone’s soul purpose and calling unique, these travels are not to dwell upon for they do not exert any energy but when observed and accepted, are of peace an loving kindness unlike any experienced or defined. The source of the self creating the shift where brilliance and pure light are and always will be.

 

 

Silly How I Trembled

A friend of mine posted something today on social media which prompts this blog post.

“Don’t be afraid to start over again, this time you’re not starting from scratch, you’re starting from experience.” #rebirth

Yep. I remember my rebirth day. November 4, 2017. I participated in a powerful ceremony where I moved forward from a previous traumatic lifetime. One which I accept full responsibility, have forgiven, love and am grateful. The new life is amazing, fun, silly, obnoxious, boring, but it is without shame, anger, sadness and so many other low vibrations.

And you know when it happens for real. At first I doubted myself that my life was really that traumatic but I could not doubt what my body went through as soon as I accepted the healing streams of grace. I went into a state of intense trembling for hours.

There was nobody there for me but myself.

It took me a while to accept myself exactly as I am. With the help of the spirit of my grandfather, I recalled unconditional love in a different dimensional space. And in this present moment, in all dimensional aspects of myself, I remind myself daily that I am loved.

I cry every time.

It is truly re-mind. A re-wiring of the mind.

It’s silly how the trembling was the one powerful sign my body could give me that what I experienced was not in my imagination. It was true and nobody can take that truth away from me. No one can diminish the powerful hold it had on me for over 50 years. Only I, as I accept myself, can let go and move forward with the strength previously not imagined.

Today I Am One Day Old

Today I am one day old. Wendy Hurd LilyTiger Creative

My entire Facebook feed is filled with joy. It was probably that way before but today it is becoming a part of me. I no longer see it as other people’s joy. I see it as a reflection of my joyful essence. Such is life after re-birth. Today I am one day old. And I am crying again.

Free and alive more than I have ever known.

Goosebumps all over. The rays of light exploding from within.

I woke up this morning thinking of ways to express my essence of joy. Amusement park? Go-karting? Spending time with children at the zoo? Watching cartoons? And then I realized I don’t need any of those external stimuli. For what that does is suck the joy out of me. I find joy inside where it is peaceful and simple. Just as a child would sit and be with the blanket, the warmth of a solar embrace.

I am one day old. I am Wendy. Wendy Who Walks with Wildflowers. It is the name given to me by an ancient tree of the forest.

The simple joys of today: waking up. Feeling the comfort of the bed. Recalling the cat coming up to me in the middle of the night and kissing my cheek. Something he has never done before. Gratitude for having food to feed the dog and cats. The cool air. The yard. The washer and dryer. The lights. Breath. Blood circulating. Dreams. Sitting on a stool in the middle of the kitchen tasting the peanut butter chocolate sea salt fudge. Releasing the thought that I see myself owning a shop in Arizona called Prickly Pear Petunia. A confectionery where the sweets are the golden nectar of life. A joyful vision of a different dimension. It happens somewhere. I am with it in spirit.

Do one-day-old infants dream of such things? Do their cries communicate the frustration of not being able to take action to realize their dreams? That they are totally reliant on their care givers?

May all know they are love, loved and loving. Experiences come and go. Alignment with what we know comes and goes. The power within us is a gift. Receive it with the grace and ancient wisdom that the sun is the warmth that cradles our souls. And we are the sky connected to the infinite source.

Speechless confirmation of light and love

Gratitude Medallions. Hand made art by Wendy Hurd

Many amazing things happened this week. Here is one that left me speechless: While volunteering time as a Reiki practitioner at the hospital, I stopped by one of the nursing stations. I introduced myself and asked if anyone could direct me to a patient that might be interested in energy therapy to help them relax. One nurse listed three names. I thanked her. And then the unexpected happened. An M.D. looked up from her computer and said in a very quiet voice, “I would like to request energy therapy for a patient as well.” I was speechless. What a wonderful confirmation of light and love!
Not that I am always looking for confirmation. But it sure is nice to get an unexpected boost. As the first Reiki volunteer at the hospital, I’ve spent the past year quietly introducing myself to nurses and patients. Learning so much from every interaction, every individual.
As a reflection, I look back and remember how I felt terrified walking down the halls, into the rooms. Wondering if what I was doing was something that would be embraced. Washing my hands over and over. As an extreme empath, I felt drained. But I found the way. After each session, I feel grateful to walk down to the meditation sanctuary of the hospital and walk the labyrinth for each patient. Breathing for them. Sending them light.
It has been an amazing and surprising journey. I now feel energized with every moment I am there. And feel incredibly grateful for every guiding moment. For every individual.
Every individual has the power within them. All they need is the reminder to relax and recall the power. All I do is show up.

Thank you from Wendy Hurd Creative.

Gratitude Medallions. Hand made art by Wendy Hurd