Ode to Mother Earth

Originally posted on Mar 24, 2020 on medium.com/@shamandao

Photo by Nikola Jovanovic on Unsplash

There was a draft that woke me up this morning. Small, insignificant but there.

It’s always the small things that one should notice, for they are a warning sign to tell you there could be a hole or crack in the window. A draft coming in from under the doorway.

That’s what those are, warning signs to something that needs attention. Just like the check engine light on your dashboard. The more you prolong it, the worse it becomes.

There was a shift of energy last night that changed the direction of the winds, the power, and the hope. I was given the visions in forms of dreams that the vehicle that is being driven is one that is not the right one. It’s not the right program.

I woke up to the draft.

People always ask me to tell them their futures. They want to know the exact timing of it all. From my own experiences and my past clients, there is no telling of ‘when.’ When could be the exact time frame I say it, or it could be two years later. It always happens like that, this way or that way, there’s no right answer.

Because life is ever-evolving and decisions are made at a blink of an eye that can shift the wind, the force of our Earth and slowly, it can begin to reverse.
Did you feel that? That is Mother Earth reversing. Even if it was only a small and insignificant amount, it is there. That is our warning sign.

Weare one, you know. Me and her, you and her, us together. Have you forgotten who she is? She is our Mother, she gives us life; air, water, nature, animals, each other. She is the one who nurtures us with her love and how does mankind repay her?

Killing her softly. As tired as I am of people who will not see the big picture, so is she. She is tired, my dears, she is tired.

I sit in meditation and connect with my breath to connect with hers. I feel her soul as she tells me what is next, what to do and where to go. A strength and ability I have honed by galloping around the world based fully on trust, belief, and faith I am guided by my protectors and by her.

Mother Earth, Pachamama, do you remember when I sat in your arms deep in the middle of the Amazon Rainforest for ten days with you and the sounds of your children? Do you remember when you took me in your arms and released the darkness from me I asked you to take? You told me you would always take care of me, guide me and protect me. I thank you, Mother, for all you do. I thank you for sending me pink dolphins on Christmas Day to dance for me for ten minutes. Thank you for sending me all the animals to protect me during that time. I thank you for sending me my spirit animal during that time, the black jaguar. I was afraid, I will not lie, but I know I was protected.

Amid all the chaos, I am calm and collected and thank you from the bottom of my heart for all you do. I have strengthened my protection barriers on my family and soul family and I know what you must and will do. May you unleash your wrath in a quick and orderly fashion.

I hope those of you reading do the same strengthening of your protection barriers. See you in the fifth.

Many blessings.