She's been called to go up
into the mountain
She's been called to walk
this season alone, in solitude
where there is no One
and yet there is
Every-thing
She's been called
She's been called
It's been a while now
since the mountains began to call her
whispering for her to come
she's heard it during the
season of summer
the season of going home
In the beginning she had
taken it as a literal thing
perhaps that she needed to
reside there
move her roots there
become a mountain dweller
But when the road of that
thought
always came to dead ends
offered clear obstacles
she had all but given up
and put her thoughts of mountain dwelling away
for now
and lived in the reality
that was...
Until the day the mountain
itself
came down to sweep her up
in to the crevice of it's
power
Taking her to a place she
had yet to be
yet knowing this place was
hers
and hers alone
She found herself walking
this new path
elevating her higher and
higher to a place where the air grew thin
and yet, was rich and
full, offering her just what she needed
A place where the tree
line grew thin and those that stood there were old and wise
Their bark thick and
weathered etched with the wisdom of time and the life force of
balance
Their branches twisted and
stretched by the wind
The path she was on rolled
out before her
as the rocks grew larger
and the grass turned to mountain moss
carrying her to a place of
solitude commune, of deep soul listening
a place of Vision Quest
and Spirit encounter
a place of Sacred Learning
She walked with panther on
one side
and wolf on the other
She knew there were others
but they could not be seen
at this time
and in moments of
uncertainty and fear
she would think of themher
guides, her angels, her ancestors
and feel their presence,
and remind herself
that she was not walking
alone
that she was abundant with
love and care
And even though being this
close to Spirit was awesomely terrifying,
all was well and she was
right where she needed to be
Soon that path ended
and she found herself
standing on a cliffs edge
on either side of her
mountain tops towered above her
reaching high into the
heavens
with silent power and
knowing
In front of her stretched
a deep ravine
the bottom was barely
visible while the break between the mountains
offered a welcoming
opening to the outside world
allowing the sun light of
the day to come in a warm her face
and offering her a view of
the skies vastness and colour
warming her new home, this
place of stone
The top of the cliff was
flat with on large old tree
and near the tree burned a
fire
there was no loose wood
around the fire
for her to feed it with
but she soon found that
the fire sustained itself
and burned continually for
her while she was there
She also notice furs
underneath the old tree
and took them for a place
for her to sleep when needed
Here she felt taken care
of
Here in this place of
sacred wild she felt safe
She was unsure what her
purpose here was
but she trusted that would
come
Tired from her hike she
lay down on the pile of furs underneath the tree
Panther had fallen back
into the shadows of the mountain side to rest
as Wolf kept watch at the
cliffs edge
As she drifted off she
looked up to see Owl looking down at her from the branch above her
as Hawk circled high in
the sky.
She dreamed a dream of ice
blue colour and sparkling star dust.
She was there, floating in
the abyss of this beauty at ease and open
She had come for healing.
Her body was ready to
release and let go and soon the angels came
gently they folded her in
half, head to foot
as they gently shifted and
broke apart that which needed shifting
For quite sometime they
continued on, until it was time to let her go
Her body sprung open then
releasing a murder of crows
In her dream she saw that
the crows were carrying away
that which she had held on
to for far too long
those things she needed to
let go of in order to enter the new season of her life
and the crows were so much
more than happy to help.
She felt her body lifting
up, lighter, freer.
An ancient song was sung
over her as a pipe was past around the fire
and the announcement of
completion said.
She woke to snow falling
and yet she did not feel
the cold that it usually brings
instead she felt
exhilarated and charged
so much so she began to
dance
She lifted her hands high
bowing to the Sun of a new
day
She acknowledged all that
was around her
giving gratitude with
every leap, every turn, every movement
Owl watch from the tree
enjoying the show
And the snow and wind
danced with her
lifting her high, filling
her up, replacing all that has been removed
with the newness of life
renewal and restoration...
a dance of acknowledgement
and surrender to this place
and all that was to come.
She danced and gave
gratitude as the sun rose high into the sky
Soon the snow ceased and
it was just her and the sun
She stood at the edge of
the cliff
hands raised high and then
bowing deep to All That Is
And then she slept
deep into the darkness of
her soul she rested....
returning back to the land
of the living until the mountains called her to return...
And call they did
And when she arrived she
could see she was not alone
Her Sacred Feminine was
waiting...
Her Sacred Feminine was
beautiful and proud...and somehow looked familiar
They stood side by side
overlooking the great ravine that stretched out before them
no words were exchanged,
just the energy shared
their hand clasped as they
stood united
She could feel the
grounding and the wisdom of her Sacred Feminine.
She was strong, rooted and
wise
She did not question who
she was or why she was here
She knew
with no doubt, with no
apologies
She knew
The woman knew she could
rely on this strength
and trusted in it
completely
Inside there burned a
question
one she wanted to ask, but
was afraid
her doubts and
insecurities, playing with her mind
They turn towards each
other
hands held
and then guided by
instinct she stepped into her Sacred Feminine
and the two burst into
flames
and in this holy heat the
woman felt her deep burning passion
and heard the voices of
her guides, her ancestors
she heard the voice of
God.
She swam in the heat of
her passion her hair on fire lapping up towards the sky
And then she hears another
voice
a small voice coming from
somewhere within
upon hearing this voice
she realizes that within her there is doubt
small doubt, but doubt
none the less
And this doubt holds the
woman's truth in which she thinks perhaps...
this is all just too good
to be true
And this is why she could
not ask the question
the one about her
success...
*
She finds herself back on
the mountain, standing at the cliff edge
where she stands with her
Sacred Feminine once again
Her Sacred Feminize turns
to her and takes the woman's face into her hands
“Do it!”
And then She is gone.
The woman stands alone,
the energy of her Sacred Feminine lingering around her
She see's her doubt, she
knows her fear....
knows a decision needs to be made
Does she give into the
fear and doubt?
She can feel the heat
within her strong
even on the cool mountain
side, her flame burns hot...
“Fuck it,” she says
out loud to whom ever will hear.
“I feel fear, I feel
doubt, but I am doing it anyways!”
And once again she returns
to the land of the living until the mountains called her again...
And again
call they did
This time she would be
her Sacred Masculine waiting...
a part of her she had
unknowingly denied and ignored
for many years.
Until recently when the
call had been raised to her and she could not longer deny
the need to bring these
two sides of her back into union and balance.
So up she climbed, the
trail now familiar, the feeling of home taking her over
the closer she becomes.
Her Sacred Masculine was
there, towering over her
So big was he that he
stood in the ravine and still could touch the sky
She was in awe of his
magnitude....not afraid but in total amazement at his size
He was pleasant to look at
and she felt drawn to him; the feeling was beyond sexual
It was a deep, intimate
feeling she had for him...more than a brother, and different from a
lover.
He looked down at her and
smiled...then before her eyes, he shrunk himself to her size.
He came to her and took
her hands, he then got down on his knees to thank her
At this she tried to pull
away.
He firmly clasp her hands
and told her how grateful he was for all the work she was doing.
He sang her praises, and
even though it was hard for her to hear, he told her anyways.
Then he got up and they
sat together on the cliffs edge talking for a while.
The conversation was rich
and flowed as easy as the river Eventually hunger came and he presented some
fresh salmon for them to cook on the fire and eat.
“Let me take care of
you,” he says.
They ate and talked around
the fire some more until tiredness over took her.
They lay down together in
the furs intertwined yet not touching and she slipped
into a peaceful sleep
until the morning when they would do it all again.
And so it was they stayed
there for weeks...him bringing her fish and bear meat to eat
and them talking deep
about all the things in life
that have meaning.
And when their time came
to an end
they embraced and said goodbye.
She began walking down the
mountain,
her companions at her side.
And as she walked she
reflected on this place
she had been given
and the medicine that had
been poured into her.
So big were her thoughts
she needed to sit for a while in the place
where the forest thickened
and the earth grew soft.
So much was there inside
of her, she began to hurt...
Her heart bursting, her
body aching,
so much had she been given
and in reflection of this
medicine
she could see how she held on,
how she stood in her life
fists clenched,
not fully trusting, and she began to weep.
Something moved in the
forest and panther and wolf stepped back making way
For there came Grandmother
Bear, to council and console
Coming to wrap the woman
up in her deep, warm fur-reassuring her, renewing her, restoring her.
The woman sunk into the
large grizzles chest and listened to the wise words she was saying.
“Let go my daughter, let
go. Do you not know you belong right here? Do you not yet trust those
who walk with you? Let go my daughter, let go and fully experience
the freedom of trusting and living your purpose. You have worked
hard, very hard. You have broken your back and bleed into the earth,
but that time is over, now it the time to live in complete abundance.
Challenges will come, but none like you have already faced, for we
are you and you know us. Everything is different now, everything has
changed. Let go my daughter, let go and trust the Great Spirit and
all the it provides.”
The woman wept as
Grandmother Bear spoke. She released the work, she released the past.
She knew this new place, in the mountains was where her courage
was...for she did not need to find it, she just needed to take hold
of it.
Courage
Courage to do all that had
been asked of her
Courage to share the
wisdom given to her
Courage to love and be
loved
Courage as big as the
mountains....
By Catherine Beerda-Basso
copyright 2014
