Fairy Council at Columcille: Message of Resoprosity

The first East cost in person Fairy council meeting was held in co-creation with the sacred lands of Columcille Megalith Park in Bangor, PA just before Summer Solstice. This dream seed was brought to life through the magical and unseen reamls in co-creative partnership with the humans. The lovely and magical faery, Zing Nafzinger wove together a sweet gathering for us. It was such a blessing to be on this sacred land and meet many magical guardian spirits. I was first greated by a white griffen guaridan spirit, in the Labyrinth, where I began to weave my prayers and set my intentions. From there I met a white unicorn, little wii ones who lived by the waters edge and ancient stone begins who gifted messages of peace and harmony. What is truly amazing is a year ago on my Brithday, I was praying with the fae at Columcille and they told me they wanted to have a fairy council right here. So, I sang and left offerings that it may be so. Just about a year later the manifestion came true, in the most magical way. That story is for another day.

What I do want to share about is the sacred commination I recieved from the grandmother spirit of the land about resoprosity.

And soo...here is her story.

As the gentle winds caressed the ancient trees and the sacred land whispered tales of yore, the spirit of the Grandmother, the ancient guardian of the land, emerged like a delicate mist, her presence as comforting as the warmth of the morning sun. She had black long hair that hung to her waist, and wore a beautifully woven headband made from Cottonwood puffs. Her face was timeless, looked young and beautiful and yet ancient as time itself. She had a white dress on made from the fibers of cotton. Her voice, both timeless and wise, enveloped me in a blanket of serene energy as she began to impart her sacred message it me:

"Beloved child of the earth and stars, thank you deeply for joining hands and heart with the spirit of this land. Your presence here rekindles a sacred flame that has long awaited awakening. This ground upon which you stand has been a confluence of unity, a sacred site where tribes and nations once gathered, where ancient ceremonies wove the fabric of our collective spirit."

Her eyes, shimmering with the light of a thousand stars, gazed deeply into my soul, stirring memories of ancient connections.

"This land remembers the footsteps of those who walked before you, honoring the cycles of the earth, celebrating the celestial dance of sun and moon. You, too, are part of this venerable lineage, a continuation of a prayer that has been echoing through the ages."

The Grandmother's voice, soft yet compelling, continued to unfold the wisdom of ages.

"Now, let me share with you the sacred pathway of balance and harmony. She then drew upon the land a figure 8 symbol, within thw center there was a heart.

"This symbol, dear one, represents the infinite cycle of giving and receiving, an essential rhythm that maintains equilibrium in all worlds, both physical and spiritual.

"She raised her hands, drawing the symbol of infinity in the air before me, each motion fluid like the river currents.

"Envision this figure eight as a cosmic dance. Energy flows outward from the heart, into the universe, gathering wisdom, strength, and love. Then, it returns, enriched, back to the heart to nurture and renew your spirit. From there, it flows outward again, sharing its abundance with the world, before returning to rejuvenate.

"Thus, the cycle continues, endlessly. By embracing this flow, you honor the balance of life, ensuring that neither giving nor receiving overwhelms the other. This harmony is the key to sustaining the spiritual and physical realms, nurturing the soul of the earth and the hearts of its people."

Her gaze softened, and the air around seemed to shimmer with ancient magic.

"Remember, each step you take upon this earth, each breath you share with the trees, is part of this sacred cycle. Engage with this dance of energy with intention and joy, and you shall embody the balance that sustains universes."

With a gentle smile, the Grandmother's form began to fade, melting back into the land, her voice a soothing echo in my heart.

"Walk gently, love deeply, and live harmoniously. Let the figure eight guide you, and let your heart be both the destination and the beginning of every journey."

As her presence dissipated, the land seemed to breathe with me, the trees whispering their ancient secrets, and the earth beneath my feet pulsing with renewed life. The message of the Grandmother, profound and clear, left a lasting imprint on my soul, and will be a guiding light on my path to maintaining the sacred balance of life.

May her message also be one that blesses you and guides to find this sacred balance eternal.

Blessed be.