Lost soul whose memories lay in a horse chestnut tree

6 07 2011

Taking a break from my blogs and my constant work with spirit rescue, I took Sam the dog for a life sustaining walk in nature, admiring the diverse trees lining the streets, such as the beautiful red copper beech whose canopy contrasted stunningly with the azure blue sky as we passed.  I exercised my memory by addressing each variety of tree, such as the happy yellow forsythia, the slightly aloof lime with the heart shaped leaves and, down a quiet leafy lane in West Bridgford, an enormous old and spreading chestnut tree who, it has to be said, is always rather grumpy and not particularly interested in responding to my compliments about its beautiful self.   I always felt the urge to loiter under this wonderful tree, perhaps drawn by the aura of sadness about him.

Today, however, I heard an explanation from Spirit by way of  ‘health and safety’ and immediately cottoned on to the immense loss he felt that today’s children no longer scrambled and played in his branches. As I gazed into the centre of his vast trunk I was shown a bygone era where happy, knee-scraped, excited children, lost in a world of play and imagination scrambled in his supporting arms.

A little girl named Miriam, her wild blonde hair having escaped from its tight plaits, clambered confidently with bare feet and grubby arms and legs in this beautiful spreading Chestnut tree.  Her snotty nose and old 1930’s cardigan spoke volumes of her carefree ‘unsupervised-by-adults’ childhood.  Then there was a flash-flash-flash through time as I was shown how Miriam ended her days in a nursing home, lonely but reminiscing about those good old carefree days when she and her chums lost themselves in a world of freedom and nature.  She had straight white hair, thinly combed to her gaunt face.  I knew immediately that she had passed away but still remained lost in her childhood dreams and had not yet passed into the light.  I had no clue to how long she had loitered on the earth plane and took out my trusty dowser – it’s chain invariably dangling from my jeans for times such as this – and stood there in the privacy of that quiet lane, with only Nature to witness the release of that old lady’s dreams of freeedom and happiness, to the only place she could repeat those childhood experiences to her heart’s content!

As for that beautiful Horse Chestnut Tree – synonimous with childhood – his Spirit was glad to have ‘sustained’ that young girl’s spirit, holding her in his arms until such time as she could be returned to her true home.  He still, however, mourns for the old days, when life was free from the restrictions of health and safety and human children revelled in his playground.  “And so say all of us!” sang a chorus of well-wishers from the other side, including a young again Miriam.

what have tree spirit orbs come to say?

29 08 2010

A couple of Tree Spirits saying hello!

Whilst walking in the Black Down Hills during our recent B&B trip to Surrey I loved every moment, despite the showers and the murky mist when we trekked deeper into the woods, and greeted all of nature with a friendly hello.  Yes, some humans would feel silly talking to trees and mushrooms and the ‘little people’ who are on a different dimension to us, but can nevertheless hear what humans are thinking (yes, thinking….there is no need to speak out loud; they sense if you love them or not!)  These two characters on the right (now you can’t say they don’t have characters in their ‘faces’) gave themselves fancy names like Geronimo and Renaldo (bless!)…

Just to prove that they have spirit, they stepped to the side of their physical bodies and posed, one above the other, for the camera!  It was not all jolly however, as they kept saying to me ‘help us!’   They want to remind “human beans” at every opportunity that they are also living beings with feelings…..

Handle with Care!” was also the simple message of this other Tree Spirit – a wood nymph who gave me the exotic name of Nadia, who also posed for the camera so that she could make her ‘voice’ heard.  Her role is to take care of and guard every living thing in the woods.  Nature spirits exist alongside human spirit but they do get a raw deal from some human ‘beans’….Things are slowly changing as people are learning more and more to respect the world they were given as a playground.   Just being in beautiful woods and trees like the picture taken below makes many want to jump for joy, but I also weep with pity for the treatment our friends sometimes receive.  Respect.  That’s all nature requires…..and a whole lot of loving.  Try pausing underneath your favourite tree…if you don’t already do so…and sending love direct from your heart.  It may help to close your eyes, but if you are sincere in sharing your love of all things bright and beautiful and all things great and small you will feel their love come back to you threefold.  It starts with a tingling sensation; a shudder through your spine.  As I have spoken to the same Copper Birch on our dog-walking route for 10 years now I have got to know her every moods.  I call her ‘Daphne’ because that is the name she gave me (telepathically) and now the spirit of Daphne wanders further afield and has visited me in my own garden!  Geronimo,  Renaldo, Nadia and all the millions of other nature spirits present hope you enjoy sharing in the pictures below, taken in their very very special woods!

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