The Mayan the Forest and Me

forest-angels-rozaliana-thongmeeThis post is a very personal one. I don’t often share such private information, but today has been an exceptional day and so a good one to share something exceptional with our readers.

It doesn’t pay to have a closed mind. On a warm Autumn night a few years back, I had my mind opened even more by an old Mayan woman about a subject I already knew a lot about – wood. She gave me the opportunity to view the forest and see wood from a non-ordinary perspective.

In full disclosure, I did ingest any mind altering drugs to get a peek into another dimension of wood, but my mind did get to expand to a place that included the forest’s etheric guardians. I was thrilled, and overwhelmed that I had been given a new take on an old friend. Honestly, it was a bit psychedelic. That night I was taught to see the Angelic Kingdom and its collaborative partnership with Nature.

My niece, Janis is a Forest Ranger, stationed in Colorado Rocky Mountain National Park. I envy her sometimes and others – not so much. It’s a tough job that never ends as the forest is a living, breathing environment. If an imbalance occurs and pest control is needed it’s her job to address the issue. She told me of an upcoming group that would be passing through in a couple of days and asked me to join them for the evening at the central park lodge.

In 2012 there was a good amount of chatter about a lot of life on earth coming into an abrupt end, one way or the other. (As it is, that never happened – generally speaking.) You may also recall numerous streams of input, both dire and hopeful, along with both beautiful and ecstatic coming from all over the world from numerous cultures. Our Native American ancestors and other wise elders from far reaches of the globe held their own forms of ritual and ceremony to honor the expected events.

Predominantly in the Americas it was acknowledged to be the year the Mayan calendar ended. During 2012 several Mayan Elders traveled across America with what remained of 13 ancient Chrystal skulls.

Thanks to my niece, I had the good fortune of spending the evening in their company. I befriended one of the Elders in particular. Her name was Rosaria. I saw her sitting alone star gazing. I couldn’t help but wish I could read her thoughts. Nonetheless, when I approached her, she was completely present and I felt an immediate connection.

Rosario told me more about the journey of the 13 Skulls. As she spoke she acknowledged my special relationship with “the nature gods”. She could sense my love of Nature and the forest in particular. Although the skulls were crystal, their resonance with the trees in the park was palatable.

We asked questions of each other well into the wee hours. We were both thirsty for the knowledge the other had. Rosaria told me about the energetic beings who watch over every blade of grass to every knob on a tree. This wise woman introduced me visually to the resident Divas, aka Angels of the surrounding woods. Rosaria’s steady, soft, strong voice spoke words which illustrated the celestial caretakers so well that they became evident to my physical eyes.

I saw a huge velvety, benevolent light hovering over the trees. Under its dome like existence, I saw that different species of plants were emitting a different pattern of energy. I was able to recognize what they were from the energy signature that each gave out. Naturally, an Aspen had a distinctly different energy than a Pine. I sat mesmerized as I was able to see the energy morph in and out of light beings. It was a shimmering kaleidoscope. It seemed the harder I tried to focus the more difficult to see them. When I relaxed – which was practically impossible, I could actually see the wood alive in a way that I hadn’t ever imagined.

From that day I have an immeasurable gratitude for the gift of knowing the Energies of the trees and the wood they supply. Thanks to those who hung in as I told this personal tale, I appreciate you. Leave a comment below.

Forest Angels pic by Rozaliana