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I feel the sensation of leaves and branches under my feet and smell the autumn wind. I am waking up: It is like I have been covered under a cloth of dirt for the whole morning.
The green of the old wood embraces me like a warm hug, and even though it is quite a different feeling to summer, I can feel how my being is sinking into a deep sensation of rich and flowing green, and a whirl of red, orange and yellow. Suddenly, my limbs and torso become as light as a little feather.
There are times when you feel dead inside, sitting between stone walls next to the constant humming of devices that were made by a society far away from anything natural. Your thoughts start to dance in circles, distracting you in various ways. The day seems to sink into a grey muddish pool of endless boredom and anxiety. But then, for a short but distinct moment, you remember.
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These are the moments you use to finally step out of the vicious circle in your mind. The first moments are the hardest. Getting up. Getting dressed. Getting outside. The first moment you leave the grey stone walls is a moment of regret. It hurts. Outside hurts. The cold bites through your clothes into your skin.
But then, very slowely, the magic happens. You find the green. The everlasting green of an ancient forest. You are entering the sacred realm.
Others come and go and say “Oh, isn’t that pretty.”.
But you, you of all people, you feel the trembling wisdom and the beckoning coming from the deep. Passing through the entrance between the first few trees is stepping into another kingdom. One that is far more subtle. One that is only for the ones who are truely able to see, and feel, and listen.
Arrogance or demand are not the words to open these doors.
Fools will come and go and say :”I don’t see anything but some trees.”
If only they knew. Finding the key is so simple and yet, it seems to be nearly impossible for the modern world. Entering the sacred magic of the woods is a letting go of the always controlling mind that was so very well programmed by a society that is far behind anything natural.
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Stepping into the wild green, you need to let go of all that you have been told about yourself. The ancient does not communicate with those who deem themselves to be all- knowing. Neither arrogance nor a wrong perception of oneself is the way.
Opening up to this subtle realm, you feel how the wisdom of the green embraces your being, tender, caressing, as if knowing why and who you truely are.
They do not worship your ego. They dance with your heart. They love the very essence of your soul. They encourage your true colours, your natural being to come forward.
Faery is a word far beyond anything you ever imagined. And restricting it to the tiny fraction of pink glitter dust is just as vain as claming to see the full rainbow while only aknowledging one colour. Faery is the magic word that connects you to the truth of your ancestors. And to me its green, green and flowing.
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So do not ask others to open the treasure for you.You hold the key to this realm while making your way through its winded paths.
It has always been there.
Love.
A tounge that cannot be explained, but only felt and experienced.
In the land of coldness and stone,
the land where everybody is afraid and alone,
love became a curiosity,
the I AM
turned into
I have
and the SELF
into
the ego.
But you are lucky, wanderer.
It can never be lost, only forgotten
and thus, it can be
re-membered.
As you walk in aw and wonder then the branches and leaves of the wild kingdom will come and pull you under their grip, and bury you in a hollow of lively silence, a silence in which you can hear songs that are hundreds and thousands of years old.
That is the moment when you surrender to the ancient wisdom of green and melt, melt until it has swallowed you wholly and completely.
(some of the music I listened to while writing this: The Moon and the Nightspirit- The Secret Path )
((C) fotos: Jasmin Wolkenstadt. Fotos may only be used with my permission and with link to original source.)
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