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12/19/2012

 
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photo by Muriel
For days I have been hearing these loud sounds that I cannot source. They very much seem external. These are unusual sounds like of something being excavated. Then they stopped yesterday afternoon.

Before I went to bed, on a whim, I listened to sound healer par excellence, Tom Kenyon. On his website, he generously offers downloads to different sound experiences from him ( frequently involving his work with the Hathors). I have been an appreciator of Tom's huge contribution to healing and consciousness evolution for decades.

The download I listened to before bed was so moving and  fulfilling on levels I don't know how to describe..It was Tom singing shamanically.

After the music was completed, I just stayed with the very clear inner feeling of something slowly rotatiing in a counter clockwise direction. Then I went to bed.

I don't know when the last time I slept for 11 hours was. I can barely stay asleep for 7 hours, much less 11! But that is what I did last night. I had a prolongued and powerful dream which I will give you the highlights of because I equate this dream to this window of opportunity in front of us Dec.21,22,23.

In the dream, there is this phenomenon in the sky, like a very large, constantly changing configuration of the most magnificent colors. This configuration expands, then contracts, then shoots way up high, then contracts, then goes even higher. A man is speaking. He says this has only happened two other times in human history.

I walk away from him and look at the configuration from another angle. Now I can see a structure about a mile offeshore over the ocean. It reminds me ot the structure in the movie CONTACT with Jodie Foster, only this structure has these metal arm like things that move around. Clearly, this structure is creating these configurations in the sky. In the dream I make the connection that what I have been hearing in my 'waking' life was the sounds of this structure being created.

Next scene, all these people are in boats approaching this structure totally intrigued and drawn to it. The structure then malfunctions and billows out dark smoke which the wind blows away and dissipates. As I see this, I am aware this creation we are witnessing is a works- in- progress.

Next scene, a man comes out in front of a crowd of people and says one person can go on board this structure and asks for a volunteer. I happen to be at the front of the group and along with others run towards the man. He seems to know me from somewhere and says my name letting me know I am chosen. I am thrilled. And I wake up.

I have my own thoughts about this dream but I share it because I think it was a dream about what is going on now on a large scale so is for all of us. The state I was in from Tom Kenyon's beautiful sounds and the fact that I slept so long so I could have this dream lets me know it has relevance for more than just me. Thank you for reading, and I would love to know anyone else's feelings (more than thoughts) about the dream.



The Shifting of Ages, The Shifting of Sand

12/18/2012

 
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Dawn next to a Tybee Island dune
The dawn of a New Age is upon us, one predicted for over 500 years by peoples all over the globe, from all different cultures. It is being called, and rightfully so, the Shift of the Ages. In its wake comes . . .awakening, and on a world wide level. This shift will include change, the likes of which we have not seen in eons (if ever), along with massive creative inspiration and a sense of human unity. The whole meaning of being a human will shift. All at once? No, not likely, but the evidence of all I have just shared will be rampant. This is what I see when I look through my forward-seeing lense.

I live on a barrier island off the coast of Georgia. When storms sweep by, they change the contours of the island. Since there are homes here, we invest in "beach renourishment" programs to get the island to resume its previous outline but the fact of the matter is, barrier islands are a prime example of what shifting is about. Nature understands shifting. She knows that break down is part of build up and both are part of a greater Whole. Humans, as we are used to being anyhow, are about trying to control the external world instead of figuring out how best to flow with it.

I love living here close to the water. I also love Mother Nature and Gaia, and feel she is my teacher versus my being her Master. I work with weather consciousness and that is an actual conversation that can be had . . .human consciousness with the elements. But I do this humbly, not with an attitude of "you owe me."

Whatever the future holds in regards to rising ocean levels, solar flare effects, weather anamolies, we can form a partnership with the bigger process and from there, figure out how we can thrive. But we must become humble and accept that ONLY as we operate in partnership with Nature, will we increase our well being.
 
To some this is evident. To others, it is nonsence. It is for you to decide how you want to be in shifting times and shifting sands. I personally see humans making a quantum leap such that, the way we are in the world becomes a picture of nothing short of glory. This is an inside job. The wisdom we need has been with humanity for eons, but not until now, have so many opened up to receiving it.

I heard once, and pass on, that there is no such thing any longer as a "safe place" (invulnerable to disruption) on the planet, there are just "safe people". Those that love the "Mother" (Gaia) will be loved back by her, even unto death, if it  came to that. She will speak to you via your Intuition and tell you where to go and what to do.  And you will have peace.

The illusion of humans being in control is no longer. We are not, and that is the good news.








Motivating Us Like No-one Else Could

12/17/2012

 
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Last year, I was privileged to speak to this group of kindegardeners about dolphins. Half way into showing them a film of dolphins leaping high in the air, and hearing the shrieks of joy from the children, I was aware I was in a room full of dolphins in human bodies. The energy of these children was so infectuous. I fell in love with each and everyone of them, as would anyone with a balanced psyche.

Remembering this classroom brings home the power of how our national heart has been affected by recent events. I honestly believe there is no turning back to going into deep conversation about issues of mental illness, inappropriate gun laws, politicians running scared about re-election, and feeling our way into finding our common heart.

 The price paid in Newtown is going to serve as a powerful enzyme in the sluggish system of creating ground level change in how we look at things, and how we act.There is ever so much change pending. I feel it in my bones. Each of us can contribute to this major course correction which we are KNOWING is called for now. We will do what we can, according to our own  lights, and maybe even more importantly, we will be who we were born to be, no matter what we have to shed to do that.

 What an important time this is. "And the children shall lead the way."

The Sudden Flight of 20 Young Spirits

12/16/2012

 
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Reporters, newsmen and women, city officials, first responders, high government representatives, priests, rabbis  . . . no-one can speak without emotion stopping the words in their tracks. 9/11 was filled with shock and awe and a disbelief followed by immense sorrow, but this is different. This sorrow invades in another kind of way. It is so deep that it surpasses outrage.

Other than just the beauty of caring humanity, the best thing I have seen coming out of this horror story was a comment a Congressional minister made. He was present in the firehouse when the parents were told the fate of their children. The wave of immediate  bereftment was a tsunami. The minister said he (clearly as affected as everyone else) had during that surreal time the awareness "this is holy ground." He didn't talk a lot to the reporter about what he meant by that statement, but I get it. The magnitude of feeling and temptation to be drowned by despair was so great that the only alternative was to believe that despite all appearances, Love is in charge. At a time like this, that takes the hardest leaning on Faith imaginable. Not all are capable of that, but it was clear to me, this minister was. Many who cannot have that Faith themselves can lean on him as he holds the space for them. It is not about words, or concepts or even beliefs. It is about the ability to trust that our feeling deeply about Life is worth it. By the way, having Faith, strong Faith, is very hard work.

It is too soon to talk of the good that can come from this event. Way too soon. But it is not too soon to talk about the power of people loving each other as they try to figure out how to walk out of hell. I am so grateful that reporters and media people were so affected they could hardly do their job. 

What this nation (and the world, for that fact) currently share is a form of union no one wants, but it is union and I don't think will be soon forgotten. Those children are going into our hearts where we have no defences and they will live there instead of in their own developing bodies . Our hearts will not let us fall back asleep, I predict.



With love to the children

12/14/2012

 
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 Sudden and Done

   by Muriel Lindsay

 20 children dead..

Very much alive a minute ago, pulling out their pencil boxes.

 One by one they were felled, like small saplings. A whirring madness pushed open a door of no return leaving, post cacophony, just red running stickiness and air swollen and pregnant with sorrow-to-come.

Now a blanket of enduring the unendurable wraps around the shoulders of a whole town. First responders do their job and become the ones to break the perimeter and be the first to enter into the place where safety was ripped from its mother’s arms. It’s an abominable job. 

Somewhere, parents are still living in a crystalline bubble that is soon going to shatter into a million pieces. They will be removing shards forever.

The consolers will emerge and do their best, but they too will be looking through mud.

The earth will spin and push time further away from this thing, so sudden and done before anyone had a chance to say “not here” “not now” “not to us.” If only earth would reverse spin, to before the chubby hands had reached for the pencil boxes. That would give us just enough time to wrap love’s sash around and around that school building. We could have done that, if we had had just a little more time.

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(written on day of the shooting of the children at Sandy Hook Elementary School)


Mayan Brothers of Another Color

12/14/2012

 
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When I first watched Ian Lungold's teaching videos about the  Mayan Calendar based on the works of Carl Calleman, I was thunderstruck by the information but also the energy of this beautiful man committed to teaching about it. The same week I watched the videos and was integrating the information I met Ian's counterpart in bird form.

I live on a Southern island off the coast of Georgia and have not  ever seen a loon here before. I know they summer in Maine and migrate to Maine from somewhere but I think they usually just pass overhead  and do not stop here. Deep into thoughts about Ian's teachings one night, I am walking by the ocean in dark of night and I hear a plantive cry and see something flapping in the surf. It is a loon with a broken wing. I take the bird home and put it in safe keeping until I can get it to a vet the next day. This bird feels so somehow precious to me. It is beautiful to look at and I love the call of the loon, that evocative sound it makes.
 
I was very concerned but the bird made it through the night. I took him to a bird specialist the next day who said the wing probably could not be repaired but he would likely remove it and if the bird survived the surgery, it would go on to a sanctuary to live out the rest of its days. The vet was to call me for a report. I did not hear back and had a bad feeling the bird did not make it, which made me very sad. 

One thing not lost on me was that I found this bird while so thinking about Ian's teachings. The shirt Ian wore on the video (which was his signature shirt I found out later) is in the picture below. Notice the coloration of the bird's feathers. I have no doubt that the bird and Ian were connected in that way synchronicities have of getting our attention. I don't think the bird made it, and Ian died a year later himself.
 
I'm not sure what that all meant, but I know it was about something holy and significant. I still cannot think of either the bird or of Ian and not feel . . . something holy is showing itself in these two beings. We don't always have to understand everything with our mind to be in states of recognition and appreciation. Regarding these two beacons of Light, well . . .these two birds of a feather flew in and flew out all too briefly but I have the strangest feeling, they are still around and watching the grand show on this planet with great love and interest from some elevated perch. I hope so as I miss them both.

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From Dolphin Killer To Dolphin Saviour

12/13/2012

 
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my hero, Izumi Ishii of Futo Japan
This image says it all. This picture was taken as  Izumi was telling of his conversion to realizing who dolphins really are. The sorrow and remorse he feels is etched on his face.

 His family lineage of being proud and hard working fishermen included rounding up and slaughtering dolphins for multiple generations. But then a miracle happened. When a dolphin squeezed it's eyes shut and a tear came out right as Izumi was ready to slit its throat, Izumi's world tilted. In that one moment, he knew he could not do this anymore. He stopped and life became difficult for him for a while with the other fishermen but now, he has a successful dolphin watching  boat service in Futo and dolphins are no longer killed there. (Read my tribute to Izumi in Dolphin section of my website).

In Taiji Japan, in the notorious Cove (same as featured in the Oscar winning movie, The Cove), dolphins are again being decimated. The killing slowed down, and now is picking up speed again. World wide protesting and documenting the horrid affair does not stop it.

So I am sending out a Call to Love. Love the fishermen who "know not what they do." Let's send them waves and waves of December 2012 love and help them remember their connection to the spirit of the dolphin which they have become deadened to. If Mr. Ishii can have such a monumental epiphany, so can others. Hating the fishermen and wanting to force them to change only worsens things. But Love . . . .ah, THAT is a different matter.

Last night before I went to sleep, I conjured up all the ones on the planet who recognize who dolphins are and understand what they contribute to life and play and joy on this planet. I gathered us high up above Taiji, and imagined our beaming an unimagineable love and acceptance to the fishermen. It became very real. Everything is so accelerated right now, I think amazing things are possible. Imagination is a power to be reckoned with.

I would like to request that you join me in the odd moments throughout the day to think love to the fishermen who know not what they do. The more vivid the feeling of love you can conjure, the better. It really concentrates when more do it. Don't think of sorrow and anger, but of the wonderful spirits of the dolphins which are eternal. This is a most powerful approach. It requires much self discipline, but we can summon that. It is easy to be mad and revolted. But it is holy to remember the truth that  cannot end or be killed. Thank you in advance. I am right by your side as you participate.

 


What Are These Dolphins Aware of?

12/12/2012

 
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painting by Stephanie Edwards-Underwood
If you look closely, you see the Orion Constellation and the magnificent blue white Sirius on the lower left. When I asked Stephanie to do this painting for my website, I had a very deep sensing of the power of this image. I was so clear about wanting Sirius and Orion to be the part of the night sky they are looking at.

Every night these days, I spend walking on the beach and looking up at the cosmos and keeping my eyes pretty much glued on Orion and Sirius. Last night, I was accompanied by some dolphins playing in the ghost lights coming from a a nearby anchored shrimpboat. The dolphins were extremely frisky and I saw so much light glinting off their wet skin as the boat lights created pools of luminescence in the water. Something about being in the company of their high energy selves and both of us being under the canopy of space and stars above gave me that sense of 'Presence' I have mentioned in recent blogs.

As I look at this evocative painting by Stephanie ( that never fails to move me), I realize that it echoes what I feel when I look at this part of the night sky. I feel a raptness, and an attentiveness, and a sense of aniticipation like I am waiting for something yet, at the same time, I have no need for anything. I feel complete and happy and  grateful for being hugged and nourished by the vastness above me. Orion and Sirius feel like dear and ancient friends who have much to tell me. My only job with them is to listen. 

I have not the least doubt that dolphins star gaze and notice constellations and shooting stars. I have not the least doubt that they share with each other about these things. At some point in my life, I foresee looking at the night sky in the water next to a dolphin friend doing the same thing. When that happens, I will turn to the dolphin and say "wow. I just had a deja vu!', which will be true because I do have a faint memory of having already done this, in some time and space. I hereby officially give notice, I am ready to do this again.
 
I am writing this blog on 12 -12- 12. I don't think that is any accident.

Gate Now Open

12/11/2012

 
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Timing is everything. When did opportunism become a dirty word? When you are ready to go further, to step through into something 'on the other side' of what you now know, and you see in front of you, the gate pushed back to admit entrance, well, consider yourself invited.

We are free to turn around, to not step forward but if you change your mind, you might have to wait 26,000 years for this particular gate to open again.

Most assuredly, should you turn back, all would not be lost. Other gates will become available as you continue your journey. There is no pressure here about what you choose. As I said, we are free to go with what feels right to us in any given moment. That is as it should be.

Having said that, something in me is very very interested in going through this particular gate, the one that has opened for us wide this very month of December in 2012. What calls to me is what I feel within as I get closer to the crossover point. What is growing inside of me is Self knowledge, humility, deep remembering, great attraction to something that lives and moves in the night sky, ability to converse with anything and everything and a much more refined nervous system. For me, this opportunity laid in front of us with this invitation to 'step through' is irresistable. I know many of you feel the same way. We are all opportunists, but in the very best of ways. Forward ho. Stepping forward it is. We will let you know what we find.

Carried on the Winds of Change

12/10/2012

 
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Clouds don't resist. They go where the currents take them. They scuttle across the sky like sand crabs on the move. Always when I look up and see them moving, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, I feel such a sense of the trust of the journey.

Clouds are just mist balls. Sky fluff. Yet, they have presence and can speak to us in a language dicipherable by those who are willing to be shown greater awareness by going into 'not knowing.' Most people understand  'cloudspeak', so long as they do not feel obliged to justify it.

This remarkable month of December 2012 we are sharing with one another is creating so many waves of feeling and body sensations of the exquisite kind, that at last, we are being allowed to send our logical minds on a cruise to Bermuda with instructions to leave us alone until 2013. Out of so much sensate information, we are being lured into replicating the march of the clouds. Our spirits are circumnavigating the globe on these winds of change. Our perspectives are changing faster than what used to be humanly possible, which lets me know, we are in the process of becoming 'human plus.' The quantum leap is leaping. The Shift is shifting. And we are present and accounted for.

Whatever we are anticipating is probably not going to be our experience. Even as we feel these winds of change already (and have been for years and decades), our best bet is to be humble to what will transpire. I think the biggest aspect is going to be in the inner realms. We may be in groups or gatherings but even so, it is in the inner that you will see what gifts your trust and openness will give to you. 

What we receive, we will become. And who we become, we will share. And what we share, we will use to create what has not been created before, not to this degree.
 
I think all of us who are paying attention already know on a feeling level what is coming. We really feel it when we look at the night sky. Now it is just a matter of . . . . the birth. We are making ready. In the meantime, don't forget to look up and see what the clouds are up to. They are terrifc role models.

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