Cellular Memory of the Soul

Today is day 22 - the day my master cleanse is officially over and I am onto the juice. I am feeling pretty good - at least I was until I went down to the barn this morning...

I know that this is life and that everyone has to eat - however, my well tended and hand reared ducks are not supposed to be on anyone else's menu but my own. When I went down to the barn this morning they were all dead. As luck would have it, the culprit was locked in the barn with the evidence all around him.

After a quick ring to a neighbour, he was also taken care of and now we have 7 dead ducks and 1 dead fox. He was a fully grown, well fed fox who was not hungry - so why would he go into a barn and kill (not eat) all my ducks?

Some would say that is nature and this is how these cycles of the natural world function. One animal is another animals dinner. But, it wasn't dinner - it was cold blooded murder and sport. He had a ball chasing and killing defenseless animals - he had no intention of eating.

I could actually feel compassion for any animal that was hungry and in need of food - I still would not sacrifice my ducks for the cause! But, I might understand it a little better and maybe even have considered letting him go...

As it was, once he knew there were animals in the barn, he would not stop until everything was dead and our animals would all suffer a terrible fate. So, it was payback - an eye for an eye in the politics of the barnyard.

This scenario hits an even deeper cord with me because of my own personal history and heritage - I am descended from the now 'extinct' (can you believe an entire race can be wiped out?) Beothuk Indians in Newfoundland. Only a few families with some of their ancient blood running through our veins remain. 

This race of peaceful non violent people were healers, anchors and place holders on this planet for a higher level of consciousness not found here since their demise. The last full blooded Beothuk died nearly 200 years ago now - not from illness, or starvation or accident - but from being hunted like animals and killed for sport. 

I had long wondered when this part of my cellular memory, DNA, history and the emotional scars I have carried forward would come up to the surface. And now I see I have my answer - this last detox has loosened these chains that bound my heart and our story will tumble forth. 

Because I remember 

April

Sunflowers - reaching towards the light 

Now on Day 3 of Master Cleanse.. Issues of Spiritual Safety

This master cleanse is turning out to be a little different, so far there are less physical symptoms and far more emotional, spiritual and energetic symptoms. Perhaps it has to do with the depth of cleanse at this stage or just that this particular patch of ground that I am now entering has scars that are deeply seared into my soul.

I don't quite know how else to describe it - all that is coming up right now is about one single past era that I had as a Beothuk Indian - perhaps this is much more a part of me because this is still in my present DNA, but also because I spent so many lifetimes in that location? Having grown up in Newfoundland and relived these memories time and again throughout my early life, was not helping to close any wounds. 

But, I think that perhaps now, I might begin to get to the bottom of it all and at least start to purge out the fear, toxins and negativity that I have carried for so long. I know that this impedes everything in my life at this moment. The one thing that holds me back, is what if it happens again?

Perhaps this is the main fear for so many of us - what if we allow our spirituality to flourish, develop and grow, to go out there in the world and be exactly who we are and it (persecution, witch hunt, murder and death) takes place all over again?

Over the years I have come to realize time and again, how the biggest issue facing those of us walking the spiritual journey is one of safety. 

I remember being hunted down through the woods in Newfoundland, pursued and then shot before I was taken hostage (sent to work in someone's house as a maid for the rest of my life). I remember how many of us were killed in a short space of time - because we were deemed 'savages' by those with the guns.

This soullessness has prevailed throughout the ages - of course the only ones seeking to kill and destroy an entire race of people (this happens the world over) are those who hunt what they do not have. Harvesting souls has been big business for these religions for far too long and of course it still goes on each and every day under everyone's nose.

In my dreams these past two nights - the first one was of a woman waking up or coming back from having been in some form of deep shock.  Then last night a very familiar dream for me (or perhaps a memory) was of being pursued and then shot in the shoulder. In my dream I could see the bullet, it was old and large, like a big piece of lead.

Even with all of these things moving, coming up and being processed in a (hopefully) better way, there is still much good. I also dreamed of Gaia or the great mother last night - that was my first dream - she took me on a journey, together with hundreds or thousands of other women, moving over time or space (floating, walking, running) until we ended up at a tree that looked like nothing I have ever seen here on earth. 

She has been teaching me about spiritual safety, as she guides me home through the history of my life

April

Our goose and some ducks in the garden

Master Cleanse Day 2

This morning I feel pretty good, my only detox complaint so far is one knee that is aching, however, I will say that I 'feel' absolutely toxic. It's as if something is working its' way up to the surface of my skin and boy am I aware of it.

My hair is limp, my skin is oily, I even dreamed last night of being in a house with people from my past where my skin was all lumpy and I felt yukky in the dream as well. It was interesting because a woman who had been sleeping outside finally woke up (I had been waiting for her to wake) and I was able to invite her inside the house for some food. 

That dream seemed like a good sign for the start of my fourth cleanse in four months.

However, being an intuitive, I find myself very sensitive to the goings on around me - this week has been heavy with negative energy (fear from the establishment) that has been playing out on the airwaves. 

For instance the prison sentence for the punk band Pussy Riot, is as unbelievable as it is absurd. Clearly the inquisition is alive and well when religion/state is able to influence (boldly) and direct the outcome of an independent court case. But alas nothing has changed, and the witch hunt continues. 

Reading about this in the media has actually pushed many of my own buttons from my memories of past lives, having been pursued and persecuted by these churches and their brand of self-righteousness. If you ever get a chance to read up on the lost tribe of Beothuk Indians in Newfoundland (of which I am descended), perhaps this might give you some insight into the enormity of the crimes committed. 

For me these cleanses always bring up not only the physical toxins such as DES I spoke about yesterday, but also these emotional and energetic toxins carried in our DNA. This is a very thorough process, if you allow it to be, and will also dislodge molecules of oppression that have formed into blocks in the energy field. 

Today, I have already done my salt water flush which of course always makes me feel better as some of the toxins get moving right away. And I plan on taking some senna tea tonight to keep the energy moving as well as exercise and a walk by the sea. 

For the most part, not a bad start to this cleanse at all! 

Talk tomorrow,

April

Boat leaving the harbour in Baltimore