Cold weather memories are often accompanied by a high degree of introspection. Our memories remind us that the past resides deep within us, right to the core of our spiritual being.
My last blog entry, about GM food, got me thinking about the past. I was lucky to grow up in the country, on a small farm. We ran a few head of cattle, had chooks and cropped the land. We had a small orchard and ample water from a fresh water creek which was home to an abundance of ‘Crawdads’. When the harvest was bountiful people in the community crop shared. To be honest I only remember one season when that wasn’t the case. The crops were planted, tended and harvested, predominantly by hand. It was a family affair and when needed, a community affair. It was a period in time when there was always plenty and always room for one more at the table, even though we weren’t ‘rolling in money’ we were rolling in love and somehow what we had always stretched to meet everyone’s needs. Our food was simple and delicious. We ate moderately and everything was always fresh and prepared from scratch.
We didn’t have an inside toilet or even a septic system, ours was a pan toilet dutifully and regularly emptied and buried by my father. We didn’t have an electric stove; our daily chore was the collection of kindling to ensure that the wood burning stove was ready for cooking each day. And, shower-less, our hot baths came with the compliments of a copper which heated the water and a large saucepan in which my mother would ferry the water from the back porch to the bathroom. My privilege was being the youngest female in the family which meant that I also got first place in the bath tub line. My father sadly took final position in a line of five; I don’t ever remember hearing him complain. Life was simple, life was good.
Most families in my small, childhood community grew up on small to medium farm holdings. Many of my extended family lived in the same small community; they were born there and they never left the area. One of these people was my Aunty Grace. She was a wonderful, loving and extraordinary human being. Her home and garden were like walking into a storybook. She was crowned with a shriek of wild, thick, grey hair and her magnetic blue eyes lovingly caressed you when she turned her gaze upon you. She was an astrological gardener and worked with the moon to ensure that her plants always received optimum care. She had a remarkable Rose garden in which it was easy to while away the hours. One of Aunty Grace’s afternoon tea specialities, to accompany her incredible homemade Jam and Scones, were her amazing Rose petal sandwiches. They were light and refreshing and the perfume which poured from the petals was divine.
I was in awe of my Aunt and I adored her. She was a ‘Garden Witch’ and I loved to spend time watching her as she drew up her planting charts, or as she did her automatic writing. She spent many hours sitting in her winged back chair communing with her spirit friends. Watching her as she worked was a peaceful, enlightening pastime which I very much enjoyed. I felt such a strong connection to her and such a feeling of relief when I was in her company. She never needed to say much, she always understood, and she always greeted with an open heart and open arms. She was an extremely intuitive, gifted psychic who shared her love and joy with all. I know that I will meet with her again but that doesn’t stop me from missing her and her vast well of knowledge and capacity for love.
This leads me to sharing a lovely, simple ritual that you may enjoy trying at home. It’s getting cold now here in Melbourne and perhaps, if you’re like me you’re starting to feel a little couped up and dusty. One thing I find when I spend more time in doors is that I become more inclined to retrospection and contemplation and so a little more melancholic than usual. This is a good time to remember that it’s not just our conscious mind remembering its experience but also the unconscious mind. Our memories are stored within us, deep within our cellular bodies; it is a mind, body, spirit experience.
This little gem of a ritual comes from a book by Eunice Elizabeth, a delightful, well known Clairvoyant and Tarot Reader who lives in Melbourne. Its purpose is to cleanse away negativity and stress from the memories stored within our genes.
‘The New You Spell’
Psychic cleansing when feeling – I don’t know what’s the matter with me?
Best done at anytime, morning or night and on any day
Seawater or salt water
If possible go to a seaport where there are lots of boats… bathe in the water. If you do not live near the sea, visualise an old seaport and bathe with salt and water. At the same time, fold the white paper into a boat shape and float it in water, sea or bath. Ask for peace and love to surround you from all directions. Do this for 7 minutes.
Sometimes our psyche remembers how our ancestors felt when they were wrenched from families, and put into long boats to travel over the sea to unknown places, usually for very minor reasons eg convicts or slaves. This stress has been in our genes for many years, though we may not know or recognise this in our own lives now.
I allow peace and love to surround me. I cleanse away negativity and stresses from secret trouble carried in my genes in this lifetime and sail them away.
 Elizabeth, E. 1999, A recipe book of spells penMan & teller – The inSighting inK Company, CarltonVictoria, Australia.