The year was 2012. Six- year- old Pomona was staying with her Grandmother for the summer months, at her farm in Upstate New York. Coming from the deserts of Southwestern Arizona, she looked forward to this time. She loved to hide under the leaves of the magnificent Weeping Willow tree in Grandmother’s front yard.
She loved the shade of the White Oak, where she would sit against the trunk, feeling the comfort of the rough bark through her thin cotton dress. She would read her books and listen to the birds singing in the trees. She would scan the grass for four leaf clovers and call to the fairies to come and visit as she sat in the fields covered in Queen Anne’s Lace. She would have many conversations with the bees and the butterflies flitting about the beautiful and delicate white flowers. In the evenings, Pomona and Grandmother would sit on the porch with their glasses of iced tea and plates of lemon cookies. Grandmother would tell Pomona stories of the Star People and the ancient times before we arrived on this planet. “I want to hear the poem again, please Grandmother,” Pomona would say, and Grandmother would recite the poem that was passed down from her grandfather about the ancient Star People, and their return to Mother Earth.
“Very long ago in the distant past, Mother Earth was whole and healthy, everyone lived in harmony with each other. There was an abundance of food and essentials. There were other beings who regularly exchanged knowledge with those who lived on and in our Mother Earth. These beings were the Star People
There are many other civilizations out in the vast universe. They all came and traded with us in those far distant times of long ago. One thing that they were able to do besides soaring among the stars, was to see what is to be - much like when we have a vision during a vision quest. What they saw and shared with us was the coming of this age of ignorance that is upon us now.
Knowing that the ancient wisdom would be misused and exploited and perverted to destructive ways, the people gathered the sacred power objects and concealed them in the womb of our Mother - in caverns and hidden places. This was done the whole world over . . .
The star people withdrew for a time, but only after making sure the power objects had been concealed. They appointed watchers to guard the entrances to the sacred sites. All of the secrets will be completely protected. Now as has happened in the past, earth changes are about to occur. Our Mother is greatly burdened. She is heavy as a woman long due with child. She will give birth and soon too. It will be within your season - that means within our lifetime. Of course as with all deliveries, there is pain:
When mother earth has contractions - We will perceive it as earthquakes . . .
When the waters break - We will perceive it as floods . . .
When the blood gushes - We will perceive it as lava from volcanoes . . .
There will also be energy changes, maybe a shifting of the poles. However, when the new life comes into being all that will be forgotten by the Mother. There must always be destruction of the old to bring forth the new. Young life feeds off old life, that is the way of the circle of life.
Afterwards comes a time of healing. The Mother and new child are cleaned and cared for. All rest easy. The young one will grow from day to day. That is when the secret places will be opened. And the ancient wisdom renewed for the benefit of all. The Star People will return to our Mother and the times will be as in the long distant past. There will be celebrations in abundance throughout the universe. Choose not to harm, our mother is carrying us all. However one day she will shake herself and lessen this load. Many will not survive the changes. Be a helper. Do what you can to ease our mother's labor. It is fine to feel and share her pain. But you will also find ways to heal her wounds.”
(This poem was presented in a slide presentation Vision Quest by Fisheye with music by the Three Key Sound on 15th July 1997, at the Woodlands Art Gallery, Blackheath, London, England. The story was passed on to George C. Andrews in 1995, by a Native American Indian woman who claimed she was a UFO abductee. This poem had been passed down from her Grandfather.)
Pomona knew that the time was very near, and she was excited for Mother Earth to heal, and for we the people to return to our old ways. She shivered and sniffled as her cough began to tickle her throat.
“Is your cold getting worse, Dear One?” Grandmother asked. Pomona nodded. In her mere six years in this life, she was fortunate enough to have been raised with the healing powers of the plant and tree essences. Every summer, she would drink in the wisdom of her Grandmother’s teachings as well as the wise words of the plants and trees themselves.
She went inside to the cupboard in Grandmother’s living room and looked among the bottles of Essences on the silver tray until she found the Cypress, the Eucalyptus and the Marjoram that were calling to her. She went back out to the porch where Grandmother would anoint her with her loving, healing touch. Pomona silently gave thanks to Creator and the Mother for being here at such a blessed time.
My idea of the future of Medicinal Aromatherapy is that it will again take its place as not the primary, but the only form of emotional, physical, and spiritual healing for humans. I envision the coming Shift as humanity’s metamorphosis from caterpillar to magnificent butterfly, the return of the ways of the Star People. This includes an eradication of all systems representing greed and deceit. As we know, our current “health care” system is overrun with fraudulent claims of how synthetic pharmaceuticals can “cure” our ailments and massive cover-ups and attempts to block the knowledge of Mother Earth’s healing by inciting fear that the plant medicines will cause you harm, or by the government simply prohibiting their lawful use. This is all done in an attempt to keep us asleep and unaware of their ultimate goal: control, greed and money.
In my vision, that “health care” system no longer exists, and the people’s sole means of healing comes from the plants and trees alone. All of humanity will grow up as Pomona did, learning from their Elders the properties and beauties of every Essence. They will know from Mother Earth and the Creator to be open to communication with Nature. The toxins of man made pharmaceuticals will be a thing of the past, to be read about in history books as people shake their heads in disbelief.
Hospitals will be called Centers of Healing, and the “Doctors” (Messengers from the Plant and Tree Kingdom) there will incorporate the emotional and spiritual healing with the physical with every visit. The benefits of this natural healing will be known and experienced by the masses, not the few. Using the Essences on a daily basis will be a way of life for all, leading to a bright, beautiful and healthy existence that all of us deserve.
Like Pomona, I give much thanks that I am here at this glorious time of transformation, and even more thanks that my Spirit Guides have re-introduced me to Medicinal Aromatherapy and the Essences at such a crucial time. In doing so, they have re-introduced me to myself. I understand my calling to bring this knowledge forward and to share it with as many as possible. It is an honor.
She Who Heals- An American Indian Healing Prayer
Mother, sing me a song
That will ease my pain.
Mend broken bones,
Bring wholeness again.
Catch my babies
When they are born.
Sing my death song,
Teach me how to mourn.
Show me the Medicine of
The healing herbs,
The value of Spirit,
The way I can serve.
Mother, heal my heart, so
that I can see the gifts of
yours that can live through me.
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