Today I was led on an incredibly beautiful journey. Sometimes spirits of nature come to visit me and we have a chat or I am allowed to assist them in something and learn about the healing gifts in the world surrounding us.
At noon, a spirit of the lakes, a beautiful blueish-white horse with water lilies growing in her mane approached me. She was not alone, but a weathermare, a thunderhorse, was accompanying her. Him I knew well and when I felt her energy, I knew she was of the lakes of the valley I call home. She had been hurt, there was fear in her, but also a tiny speck of hope, a seed of trust, waiting to come into bloom again.
I allowed her to look into my heart. While I was patiently waiting for her to take another step towards me, I sensed that she was not alone, but that she was nourishing and protecting new life. She was in foal. When our hearts connected and began singing together, healing began. Another being, that had been shrouded in dark energy, had been drinking from her milk without permission, thus taking away her own life force and that of the foal, she was carrying under her heart. That being was thrown backwards and out of her energy, when light began filling her heart again. More thunderhorses and horses of the lakes appeared and wanted to attack the dark being, but I asked them not to and to wait, because I wanted to talk to that being first and listen to its story. Our healing ceremony came to an end and she calmly kept on watching me, as I sat down in front of the dark being.
"White Horse", white pastels, Kristin Raphaela Otti (2023)
He was a spirit of the mountains and just as hurt as she had been. He told me that his family was starving and dying because their dwellings had been ravaged and destroyed, their livelihood taken by human beings, not only on the physical plane but also on the spiritual one. I recognized one of the energetic imprints on him and who it belonged to. I blessed the mountain spirit and asked the dark smoke to go away.
The spirit of the mountains was taken by complete surprise. Then I created a small mug and filled it with the energies of the waters, minerals, metals and stones found deep within Mother Earth. He was afraid of drinking from it, because he had been deceived before, so I took a sip. He saw, how the energy started healing me. Then the horse spirits stepped forward, one by one, and drank, as the mug grew bigger and bigger and transformed into a trough. One by one, they healed and showed him, that no harm was to come to him. Another thought came to my mind and I created a small bottle. I filled it with the energy and gave it to him. “Plant it in the soil of your home, just like you would plant the seed of a healing herb. It will grow into a spring, nourishing your family and heal the wounds of the mountains.”
“Please, take the seed of healing, you wanted to gift to me, and plant it into Mother Earth. It is a gift for everyone and should not be kept from the world, just because I am hurt and experience fear, when someone wants to bestow love onto me. I do not mean harm or disrespect, but there is still pain rooted deeply within me. So please, plant it into the world to be a healing gift for everyone, to experience the seasons, grow and change, mend and heal. It will find its way to me, when it is time on my path."
While he was looking at the bottle in disbelief, a spirit of the meadows appeared and asked me about an old injury of mine. She then offered me healing. The moment she offered to heal my injury, past trauma was triggered within me and I was filled with terror and moved away from her. I did not want to let her near me and I did not want to take the seed, she wanted to plant within me. It took me a while to calm down and while my body was still on high alert and ready to flee, I had another idea and began creating new energetic structures that would help the spirit of the mountains. One by one the other spirits begun adding energies and soon we were building together. Again, the spirit of the meadows, offered me the seed of healing that would mend my wounds. My fear grew even greater and past hurts flooded my mind.
Amidst the storm of emotions, I had a vision. I saw a great lake and a beautiful purple bellflower breaking through the soil on the lake shore and coming into full bloom. Then the seasons turned and it withered, just to come into bloom again, this time not alone, but other bellflowers emerging from its seeds around her and different flowers and herbs growing side by side with them.
I did not understand, but kept working together with the other spirits, until we had finished building a new home for the mountain spirit and his kin. I felt the sadness of the spirit of the meadows, who had wished to help me heal, and said to her, “Please, take the seed of healing, you wanted to gift to me, and plant it into Mother Earth. It is a gift to everyone and should not be kept from the world, just because I am hurt and experience fear, when someone wants to bestow love onto me. I do not mean harm or disrespect, but there is still pain rooted deeply within me. So please, plant it into the world to be a healing gift for everyone, to experience the seasons, grow and change, mend and heal. It will find its way to me, when it is time on my path. Until then, let it shine onto everyone and not be kept away, just because I cannot see. It does not belong to me and is not to be kept by me, in my own abyss and darkness, hidden away. It is for everyone.” The seed in the hands of the spirit of meadows turned into pure light, growing into a bellflower made of light. I felt peace filling my heart, as she planted it.
My body turned into rich soil and a seed took root. A seed that will come into bloom in its own perfect time, a seed, being nourished by patience and love.