I was asked recently: “Did you ever build a tree house? Was it everything you hoped?”
Though it was short-lived, and though *I* didn’t do the actual building, I did have a treehouse in my childhood, and it was magical… and bonding… and healing… and… instructing.
Living in Zanesville, Ohio, on a wooded hillside, my dad, who did 99+% of the “real” work, built a treehouse when I was nearly seven, for me and my younger brother and sister and our neighbor friends. (THANKS, “DAD”!!!)
This was a one-of-a-kind treehouse… or maybe they each are (???)… built in triangular shape, attached to three trees.
Hearing of his project, a local reporter came and interviewed and photographed us at its completion. Her name was “Regina Kimberly.” Mrs. Kimberly was instantly enamored by me (or so the story goes), perhaps partly because of our shared names and also because she said she saw within me her young daughter who had recently passed on.
After the photography session, which, you’ll notice included my friends as well, Mrs. Kimberly invited my mother and I to her home where she treated us as royalty and bequeathed me a little wooden chair that had belonged to her daughter. I kept this cherished chair until I gave away all my possessions, including it, before moving to Ecuador in 2008.
A year after our treehouse was built, my family moved across the country to Arizona. Six years later, 1976, we took a cross country trip to visit former friends. I was so anxious to see if the treehouse was still there. I was giddy with anticipation! Driving up the wooded winding road, we turned the corner and I saw… It was still there! But… the three trees in which it was anchored had grown at differing rates. It was dilapidated. Bravely going to the front door and getting permission from the current owners to explore, we went inside. There was no longer any *spark* in it. With a deep sadness, I witnessed that the floor was falling apart, our furniture and décor were (of course) gone, dirt and dried and decaying leaves found scattered place on the floor, making the treehouse no longer match the one of my dreams or memories.
Here are the photos and the write-up from the paper that I have now in my scrapbook. I am the oldest one, with short hair and dark shorts.
Ironically (?), few days before I was asked the question about treehouses, I had a dream of another treehouse; the first dream I have had including a treehouse symbol for as long as I can remember. It seems that I was grown and with my family, I had bought a new house, moved in, and was now going out the front door for the first time into a very large, grassy front yard that seemed to be a gathering place for the whole neighborhood. Looking at the tree that seemed its central focal point, I thought, “Gosh, that’d be a fantastic tree to climb!” Intrigued, and feeling a curious pull toward it, I walked over and looked closer, noticing there were actual foot holds and hand grips built in to the amazing trunk.
It seemed that I was not the first to have the thought to ascend. As I began to climb, the local children, who I now realized had been anticipatingly watching me from out their own front windows, gallantly streamed out of their houses, the enthusiasm building as they took my climbing as their own cue to climb. I quickly realized that for the week that my children and I had lived in the house (without coming out the front door… obviously a dream 🙂 ), these children were anxious to resume their mutual play. They had just been waiting for ME to approve the timing!
So, we all climbed together up this amazingly dense and integrated-trunked tree. We climbed and we climbed and we climbed. Up and up and up…. At length, I came to a thick, overhanging man-made platform which I had no initial clue how to maneuver. A man’s arm appeared from up above, extending down with the unspoken invitation to pull me up and over. Gratefully, I reached up, gripping his hand firmly and trustingly, swung my feet and legs over, and stood up. I was in a whole new world. A dimension where others were already interacting and enjoying each others’ companionship. Then I awoke.
I have learned that dreams are one significant way that my SUB-conscious Self (“my Father”) gives me valuable insight and direction. I have been taught from within that writing down and pondering upon the dreams I receive is like walking to my mailbox and looking within, receiving, gathering up, and opening the letters I receive from my bestest friends and reading their messages. This makes each morning, each meditation experience where I “see” visions, like a “Christmas” of sorts. My dreams are my presents, wrapped in paper and perhaps tied up with ribbons and decorated with bows. I get to unwrap each one, gingerly examining it from all sides and angles, shaking it, peering within, to discover its contents. Referred to as “rhema,” the point of contact from one world or dimension to another, fully receiving one’s dreams is an act with potentially incredible power. One I experience often.
As I wrote and pondered my treehouse dream, I realized that it was loaded with symbolic meaning. If one has been following my posts and therefore, my mind, the symbols probably are already jumping out at you. I will refrain from elaboration, for now at least, to allow you to ponder… if you choose to. 🙂
Three days ago, Krystal and I took a trip. We visited what had been designed and built as the intended beginning of “Harmony House.” Our purpose was to gather our clothes, especially those for the cooler weather, and some of our other things that could fit in our small car.
David answered the door and kindly invited us inside, allowing Krystal and I to gather our things from the house that had formerly been in my name that we had shared together but was now (in some minds at least) his alone. Walking in, I was bombarded with an energy that I had to stand still and figure out before I moved further. I felt such an empty disappointment. Like my experience visiting my deserted treehouse so many years before, a warped and twisted overlay presented itself to me as feelings of deep sadness and confusion descended. The house that David and I had so hopefully built for “us,” was now lifeless. Dead. Sad. No, infinitely and tragically sad. The hidden symbolic words I had lovingly written on the wooden posts and beams in wide black marker after we had finished framing it three years ago: “Harmony, charity, hope, laughter, fun, JOY, LIFE, service, happiness, learning”… were they still there, or had they felt abandoned and disappeared?
The plaque I had had made up and displayed at the front door, the matching defining one in the front entry (“Welcome to *HARMONY HOUSE*”)… were gone. So was the Harmony. I couldn’t see harmony anywhere within… or without.
Though tidy (except Krystal’s room where David had heaped up piles of my clothes and assorted other things from throughout the house that reminded him of me and were now kept behind a closed door)… though tidy, and “bachelor” clean, the house was far from “Kimberly” clean. Now, it was merely a “house,” not the “Home” it had formerly been. Dave (he has since changed his name from “David” as well) said that he had been told the house had “looked gaudy” and so had stripped it of pictures, greenery, flowers. Hmmm… Okay.
My potted plants throughout the house, my “babies,” were nearly all dead and either brown or empty dirt. Many of my garlands and beautiful silk plants were gone, some cast out into temporary locations in the yard for the wind and the rain and the insects. The once fruiting trees had delivered their fruit during the summer, were picked, eaten or given to others and the trees were now barren. The garden was now bare dirt. My pots once filled with roses and gardenias and geraniums and stevia… were now empty or dying. Our three cats, Krystal’s babies, no longer remained there except to occasionally eat we were told.
A precious dream that I had infused with divine light and precious love, our abode… was now so no longer “my home.” David shed many tears. He thought he’d “never see (me) again.” He has been seeking himself in other places. He will never find himself where he is seeking, nor by following the paths and methods he is utilizing. Holding him, I once again encouraged him to find himself INSIDE himself… not from another (ANY “other”), and only from a “Pure Heart” and with “Sincere Intent.” In his pain and loneliness, instead of utilizing the principles that I had taught and exampled and that he had practiced, instead, he has again joined the ranks of other men who had been and could have continued to have remained close to my heart, assisting me with a joined vision. In attempts to “save his face,” his illusory false ego, he has twisted tales and propagated them to others that I have loved and wanted… so deeply wanted… to assist as well.
What an amazing journey life is! What an incredible climb up an amazing “Tree” of sorts. Finding the temporary hand grips and foot holds, helping our self… and assisting others… up and up and up. Yet, sometimes, we turn around, see where we have come from, and realize that the dream that we had invested so much of our self into, so much love, tenacity, determination, desire, so so much life… was only temporary, built on shifting sand after all.
Learning to discover true “rocks” upon which and with which to build our houses is the task of the temporal world. Discovering those who have discovered the LIGHT within themselves, or those who Truly, Sincerely, Determinedly are walking the path forward to do so… this is our task now.
Friday morning I had two significant dreams. One I will share in brief now. I was within a house, mine, holding my baby, about a year old, in my right arm. Looking out through the window, I saw large flames of fire, realizing that the house was soon to go up in flames. I called to my husband and older children to quickly leave while I gathered a few necessary items and would soon join them. I then found my file of “important papers,” a couple changes of clothes, and a few things for the baby and then awoke.
Reader, this is happening NOW. THE *BURNING* HAS BEGUN! I was shown upon asking for the interpretation, that the prophesied spiritual fires have been kindled, the flames rapidly advancing, the “House of Israel” is being threatened with burning. NOW. The time to head to safety is here. The call to WAKE UP (!!!) I am extending in my posts… to YOU. I implore you to carefully and slowly and multiple-times read each post, paying careful attention to those offering you the principles to BECOME *REAL* and “adopted in to the House of IS-REAL.” Remember: A “corporation” is NOT Real (!) and does not have the Power to succor and heal and adopt in to a substantial root stalk.
The time to “play games” and “think” and self-justify that you are doing good and LIVING LIFE ALIVE… THAT TIME IS PAST. IF you have not yet experienced being BORN of the SPIRIT and ENLIGHTENED into a new conscious state where your *WILL* is no longer Your individual self-centered will but now is ALIVE with a HEIGHTENED and PENETRATING VIBRATION… then enjoy your last few “flings” and “moments of glory.”
But, for those who WILL…
Please, please… Wake Up! Let go of your search for the titillating. Your safety is not in earthly relationships or the lusts of the flesh. Those will never… can never satisfy you for long, nor bring you eternal JOY. The path to your redemption is not in sports, or “out with the guys,” or romping in sexual exploration, or vacations, or in the things of this world. Release your fixation on the earthy, the impure, the temporary. Discontinue your search for “gold,” or “silver,” or the honors and degrees and achievements and accolades that the world has bequeathed. WAKE UP!!! Leave Babylon!
Your free agency will not be disallowed. You can choose. But, there is no longer time for vacillation. Choose ye THIS day. The world? Or a better one… “Heaven upon Earth.” As prophesied. As your heart longs for.
“To love someone is to learn the song of their heart… and sing it to them if they should forget.” I have learned the songs of “Israel.” It rings through my veins. I have engraven so many of you upon my heart. I am singing our song back to you… to each of you. Please open your ears and listen… and hear.
Shortly after our relationship began, Dave(id) and I engaged in a short but intriguing activity. Utilizing my dear friend, Rain’s, cards, we each drew three for our self from the mixed deck and then three for our relationship. Without elaboration, I share them here. (Notice that the “Hope” card is upside down.) I had nearly forgotten this experience until searching for the other photos for this post. The row of cards on the right (from top to bottom) chronicle “our journey together:” “Choices, Teaching, Intimacy, Generosity, Peace, Possibilities, Intention, Solitude, Delight, Celebrate, Exploration, Oneness.” (For eyes that see.)
Again… I invite any who read my blogs at this time to ask your self: “Am *I* truly desiring to climb the “Stairway to Heaven” as “Jesus” so earnestly taught??? (This is now Matthew 5-7 as originally given… located in the link to the right.) If this is Your true desire, and if you have not yet done so, consider signing up in the link on the right (“Please Join Me”). “Where two or more are gathered together, there will *I* be also.” Those who are willing to let go of all the illusions they have bought into, their false self-ego (ALL of it), invest all the zeal and L.O.V.E. they have and are into creating a land of harmony, of life, of beauty, of eternity for ourselves and future generations, IT IS TIME and WE ARE THE ONES WE HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR.
Please join with me in spirit. You do not have to leave (at least at this time) your current abode. But join with me in the spirit of healing and assisting in the greatest work that can be done upon a planet. For those brave enough and honest enough and humble enough… we have a lot of work to do. This work is far different from the work of the world, however. This is a work of *LIGHT*. A Labor of L.O.V.E.
“Please Join Me.”
In my pursuit of Real Truth, I have given up everything. Crawling through the “eye of the needle,” I have learned the *mysteries* and am now giving my life to assist YOU to dis-cover Who *YOU* really are, along with your unique gift to offer humanity. As you learn to seek (in the right place and with purified intent), you WILL find treasures of lasting value, along with every promised reward. Together, we will establish a society of humane beings and live life ALIVE, on PURPOSE, and with a sociality unequaled… because we will each BE and view each other as equally and profoundly DIVINE! Please… catch this Hope and Vision and join with me.