Dear Pearl,

I am so grateful to have been gifted with your presence in my life. The journey I have started with you has opened so many pathways  into the inner world – a lifelong unfolding that is leading me home. Your guidance is so clear, pointing the way and casting light on what lies beneath the surface. Thank you!

I wanted to share with you what I “drew” after the first class we had in May. Words came to me first, which are below, and the drawing came afterward. 

I also have something for you that i came across shortly after this work started with you. It is a Saint Dymphna Prayer Card, and  I was wondering if I could mail it to you?

Love and Light,

Karen

The Tree

As I reflected on drawing the tree, my ego mind quickly spurned to action, trying to conceptualize. Finally settling, I was guided by the voice of my Senior Yoga Teacher, Beth McCann, to drop my head into my heart, and my heart into my belly. From this space, what came to light is that The Tree is myself as a child of God, nurtured by the Divine Mother.

The Divine Light Invocation, which Beth introduced me to, started streaming through my mind. I am left with the words “I come from Divine Light…I unfold into Divine Light”

This tree is metaphorical, planted from within my being.

Digging in the dirt begets planting and growth.

The seeds I am planting are seeds of love

First the soil needs cultivating, stirring up the dark, stuck, neglected and dry, hollow parts and spaces within.

Getting dirt under my fingers is tough, painful work…but it also restores connection to all parts of my being.

With light now upon these spaces, they need love and light, which are nurtured through the heart.

All parts of my being are now becoming fertile ground for growth and transformation.

The seed I plant is a seed of love, planted in the heart. As it germinates, its roots start to extend down through my lower chakras and its sprouts extend upward from the heart.

If it is continuously nurtured, the dirt cultivated and the weeds plucked, it will grow, its roots extending down deep into the earth and its branches out through my limbs and crown, breathing life and love into the world around, one with all that I Am.

Karen

Dear Pearl,

As I meditate on I the Woman Planted the Tree and your prompting from last week to visualize diving down into water and seeking the treasures buried beneath, I find myself softly sinking in a deep, cool mountain lake that is set deep within the rock. As I start digging into the rock at the bottom of the lake, I sense that I am coming home.  

I no longer see or sense the lake, and now feel the descent down into my lower chakras. I go to Swatistana (which interestingly is associated with water, the womb, and what Beth calls “Finding the Sweetness in Life”).  I can feel the Divinity that resides here. The Song, I Myself Am the Bread of Life comes into my consciousness. The treasure that reveals itself is the Divinity that resides in us all – that is accessible when we look deeply within (not outside or “up”).

There is a strong sense that each chakra is dancing in harmony, each a manifestation of the Divine Feminine and Sacred Masculine. I am curious about the energies of the chakras and look forward to hearing your thoughts on this image that has come to mind:

First Chakra (root or Muladhara)  – Sacred Masculine

Second Chakra (womb, Swatistana) – Divine Feminine

Third Chakra (solar plexus, Manipura)  – Sacred Masculine

Fourth Chakra (heart, Anahata ) – Divine Feminine

Fifth Chakra (throat / communication, Vishudha)  – Sacred Masculine

Sixth Chakra (third eye, Ajna) – Divine Feminine

Seventh Chakra (crown, Sahasrara)  – Unity of Divine Feminine and Sacred Masculine

Your books and your sharing are most definitely guiding me “home”.  I identify so strongly with your experience of wearing the masks put on us by society and false beliefs and appreciate so much seeing how you worked on releasing these beliefs to bring more of You forward. The power and opportunity of dreams to awaken us to our true nature and to the mystery of life is so often overlooked (or perhaps not brought to awareness), and I am so grateful for the gift of dreams and the supportive community you have cultivated to walk this journey together. It’s a messy, bumpy ride, with a ton of heavy lifting, but valuable beyond measure!

With deepest gratitude,

Karen

MEETING ~j Spring 2019 Victoria, BC. 

Spring 2019 was a magical time for me. I met Liliana Kleiner  at the Jung Institute in Victoria where she was giving a talk on the Archetype of the Goddess, Inanna. I was fired up enough by Liliana’s talk to leave my card on her table where dozens gathered waiting to chat with her. Surprise! The next morning, I got a call from Liliana and an invitation to visit her secluded Galiano Island home. I did. We spent a delicious morning, went into town to have lunch and spoke of many things. That visit and subsequent conversations are deeply etched in my consciousness. I recommend strongly a visit to her website!

Co-incidentally, sometime that same day, an email from another friend asked if I had time to visit an elderly long-time friend of hers at Nanaimo. Yes, I would.

And so, I met ~j. Dreamer, artist, and woman with a history. We walked and chatted about her life, her deeply troubled life with abuse and back at her apartment, we took a video, some pictures and she gifted me with a hand stitched labyrinth and a piece of her Goddess pottery. You will find these on my altar.  

Now in her 80s, her story remains painfilled. Her art work is stunning. In our conversation, I gently suggested that perhaps she could reframe her story to find the deep learning that is hers! And to release the bitter gall of drinking the cup of sexual abuse. Share the gift that shines through her. Perhaps some Christ peace/Inanna peace was already waiting deep in her very soul. We corresponded back and forth a few times on email. ~j commented often on my Dreams Along the Way Facebook posts.  

June 20, 2019

Good morning Pearl ~ grateful for you ~

You, the pearl ~ love, light, dreams

~j.

In my dream last night, I was firing a new kiln and realizing the heat was not rising ~ I needed to re-adjust some bricks, and so much more I had to do ~ oh my, the dream goes on. And yesterday as I was walking on the walkway by the sea, the tide was extremely low ~ the sea floor was full of all kinds of stones ~reflecting and looking at all these stones ~ it said, “~j, you are being fired. (kiln)”

In June 2020 I contacted ~j  again to see how she was in these troubled Covid-19 times. I had a sense something was shifting. Indeed, her art images have shifted and lightened considerably. She uses some beautiful pastels in her work. I asked her if she would share. And so, the story continues.

August 08, 2020

I share some of my drawings and yes you can transfer them onto your website with credit. I just draw what comes up from my deep. Always drawing the Goddess who births and who continues to birth.  

The drawings are my story of 85 years of life in October, 2020. The old programs of the Catholic male God I have buried. The Goddess has risen and is birthing a strong ‘animus’ in my consciousness.  

I am so grateful to have understood the meaning of ‘animus’ by Carl G. Jung. I have put words into these drawings but they are deeper than meanings of words.  These drawings are living symbols through TIMES.

All good here, Covid has changed the world. For me I see Covid as a great TEACHER.  She will keep on teaching.

I am drawing from black graphite pencils to adding colors now. Working out what the creative spirit reveals.  And reading and learning.  I am keeping healthy and walking along the sea walkway.

I include some drawings. My drawing skills are what they are, putting on paper my both feminine and masculine energy as one.

In my dreams and drawings closures of past patterns and programs are at work.

Good to read the sun rise in Alberta was luscious.

Love, light, wine/bread

~ j.

August 24, 2020

Good morning Pearl,

Last year, I shared your story with a friend.  She was at that time living a life made of chaos.   She had experienced childhood abuses, betrayals and abandonment.  Lost and searching she asked to borrow your book. “I, the Woman, Planted the Tree”. I lend her the book to read.  She still has it.