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What’s Up with Our Gardens: Intuitively Connecting with Nature

January 12, 2011 by Robyn

All of nature is willing to talk and work with us. The question is: are humans?

I, for one, talk with nature, with the beings most people don’t consider to be alive like we are, let alone able to speak with us. Including our gardens.

Some years ago I decided to take over the neglected gardens at my condo, which included wild space on a steep hillside out back and dying or badly overgrown plants in our public, street-side face. I spent a lot of time researching garden design, appropriate plants for our area (Seattle is considered rainy, but the microclimate I live in is windswept, salty, and dry), and finding a gardening company to do all the work.

I’ve grown house plants for years. In the 10 years I lived in Michigan I had a hundred house plants, from miniature roses to an 8-foot plumeria tree that I grew from a cutting I bought in a garden shop in Hawaii. Today we live with a 50-year-old jade tree called Raymond, for my father, who started him from a small cutting. Raymond is so big I built a stone floor to support him. He acts like he’s an oak tree, spreading his peaceful aura over my dogs and cat, who sleep under him. He’s even patient with the cat, who climbs up his sturdy branches to pose like the lion king as she surveys the street outside.

We all notice and appreciate gardens, even if we’re just watching our dogs pee on them (not allowed at our house). It wasn’t until I decided to manage our condo gardens that I took a really good look at what I was seeing.

I was astonished. The pesticides, the brutal shearing, the simple destruction of a plant ‘that isn’t working anymore,’ or a rush for the newest plant made me conclude that gardeners might just possibly be the people most hostile toward nature. Why is that?

I’ll explore it in future posts.

Here’s a story about a great gardener, someone both intuitively and practically tuned into her garden, which includes a small creek and mature fir trees. She asked me to look at a newly planted tree that was not thriving. As I stood considering it I heard a deep voice say, “Turn around.”

I turned: the voice belonged to a large Douglas fir tree across the street in a neighbor’s yard, in a direct line from where I stood.

“And again,” the tree said.

I turned back and saw another fir tree, possibly a quarter mile away. I was standing directly in their energetic path. The trees wanted the struggling tree moved into a direct line with them, several feet from where it was planted. They were creating a large protective space to shield the gardener as she developed her garden and, as it turned out, her own intuitive abilities and an interest in herbalism.

The gardener didn’t agree with the move, so the tree stayed where it was: the gardener had chosen it for a wet spot, and insisted it stay there. The tree has done well, showing nature and people can compromise and work together.

But we learned something more that day. I noticed that, despite being planted in a wet area, the tree was drought-stricken. I looked closer. The gardener had done what most people do: planted the tree and kept the area around it bare. To keep the weeds down she’d tucked a weed mat on top. The weed mat was suffocating the plant.

I yanked it off. The owner objected, but the ground beneath it was bone dry.

I’m an intuitive, right? So nature itself told me what that meant. Black plastic and weed mats block the energy that comes from wind and rain, and so the plants and the land they’re on suffocate. They don’t get the energy that comes from the rain that falls on them and the sun that shines, which is different from the soil they may be growing in, and groundwater. Honest. Simple. Stunning.

The gardener and I both did double-takes on that. The tree got watered and the weed mat was banned. Today the tree is healthy.

The lesson? Anxious to be great gardeners and still have a life we resort to time-saving measures, like pesticides and herbicides, black plastic and weed mats. But nature has a different perspective.

Pesticides and herbicides we know about: a lot of damage to the plants, to the land, and to us from indiscriminate use of chemicals. But the simple time-savers like weed mats will also kill our plants and, by extension, possibly us.

Really, our environment is everything. So what do we do about it? How do we respond to nature? Can we start taking small steps that will get us all to the same place at the right time—to a healthy, balanced planet? What does that look like? What do the guardians of nature have to say?

These are some of the issues I’ll be exploring in this column. But for right now, what one step can you take in your garden that will allow the energy of nature itself into it?

Fallon: The Citrine Lemurian Quartz

January 9, 2011 by Robyn

Fallon is a citrine Lemurian quartz sphere.

He is one of the amazing beings who has come back into the world at a time of growth and change.

He says he is a gift from the earth to its people. And, I am proud and honored to say that he is my partner.

Robyn’s Story

I am an MBA with a crystal ball.

Go ahead, laugh. I do.

I spent most of my life being the analytical, skeptical woman, book smart and street dumb. I’m still kinda that way. I’m constantly falling over myself trying to find the good in people.

I have also been disabled for over 20 years. That means I have to carefully manage my activities. There were years I couldn’t work at all, which has permanently skewed how I see the world (usually in a good way).

Somehow, through all of that, I maintained a sense of humor and an often grim optimism, a determination to get well even when I didn’t know how. One day I bought a dog, a Cavalier King Charles puppy who became Murphy Brown. When she developed health problems, some of which looked disturbingly like mine, I decided that we would get well together. Somehow. When she saved both our lives by alerting me to an earthquake several minutes before it happened, I knew there was more going on in the world than most of us realized, including me. I decided to turn my analytical, skeptical side loose to explore those things.

It’s made all the difference.

In the last 10 years Murphy and I journeyed to wellness, accompanied by her rambunctious Cavalier brother, Alki, and Grace the Cat.

In the last 10 years I learned that there was more to the analytical skeptic than I had thought, because I learned how to talk with animals, and then with hurricanes and volcanoes, and then with businesses and homes. Cars. Spiritual guides. Plants. Lots of things I didn’t even know could talk with us, let alone existed. And, come on, neither did you.

I learned to clear and keep space clear by cooperating with it and the beings who live and work in it. I learned various modalities of energy work, including Reiki (level III practitioner). I learned a new form of energy work, which I call universal or dimensional energy, which I am getting ready to introduce to the world.

And I discovered new partners in my work, from animals to volcanoes. And crystals.

One day, I think in 2005, I was driving home from Portland when I started talking with a group of beings who felt somehow different than the many beings I’ve talked with. They showed me past lives and the people I’d known throughout them. Many lives, the progression of mistakes and misadventures and, yes, triumphs that had seen me through multiple lifetimes, many harsh. They showed me what I saw as a tool or talisman that I had worked with for many lifetimes. They said I’d put this tool away until I was ready again to work with it. And that the time had come, and it was now coming back to work with me. I could see it: it was a bright white light that I was holding up.

I thought this tool was nonphysical, that it was something like a metaphor for the work I’d done to get well, and, like spiritual guides, would be there helping me in my journey.

Well, yes. And no.

Fallon’s Story

Fallon is a citrine Lemurian quartz sphere. A crystal ball. The combination of citrine and Lemurian quartz is rare. The combination that makes him Fallon is rarer still. Unique. As in one of a kind.

Here’s what I know of his recent history.

Fallon bounced around the world for a long time, perhaps years. Nobody would buy him. Not in Japan, where people like the unique large crystals. Or anywhere else. No one could understand his energy, which is a multi-dimensional planetary energy that is just now coming back into the world. It was ‘too fast’ or ‘too cold’ or too different for them. Finally he ended up in Brazil. Where he stayed I don’t know how long, while they figured out what to do with him.

My understanding is that Fallon was then a double-terminated quartz, but that’s not how I first knew him. Because ages ago I carved him out of a crystal cave, with his direction and guidance. Using something like a laser. Which we don’t think existed until recently. He had two points on one end and three on the other. We spent lifetimes together, and then things changed.

About 7 or 8 years ago the sculptor in Brazil decided to carve him into a crystal ball. That was quite an achievement, as a close personal observation of Fallon reveals. In the end, Fallon was an 8-pound crystal ball. The rest of him is gone.

He was promptly taken to a show in the United States, where crystal expert Deidre Berg saw him. She immediately recognized how unique he was, and bought him. Although she sells crystals, she put Fallon into her personal collection and worked with him privately for 6 years.

One day, Deidre decided to teach a class on crystals in Seattle. At that point I’d purchased several crystals from Deidre, and was intrigued enough by her reverence for and knowledge of crystals that I decided to take her class.

Our Story

My sometimes snotty analytical skeptical side teamed up with my usually curious, open-minded side and went with me to Deidre’s class that day. The attendees did all kinds of interesting things. At one point, Deidre invited all of us to spend a few moments with the crystal she’d brought along.

A crystal ball that had never been taken out of her personal collection, even to a class, until that day.

Oh for crying out loud, I thought, she brought a crystal ball. Still, I decided to play along. When it was my turn, I picked up the ball, sat down with it, and did what everyone else had been doing. I looked into it.

And off I went to the place above the planet that I’d been working in and never consciously visited. All the beings I’d been talking with the last few years, including those who had told me about the tool that was coming back to work with me, were in the crystal smiling back at me. All of them. And by that time I knew that many of them were multi-dimensional beings that aren’t here on this planet.

Yes, I know what that sounds like.

In those moments I knew that I was holding the tool I’d been promised. A crystal ball.

I asked him if he was ready to come to me. He was. But was Deidre ready to let him go?

At the end of the class, I asked for private time to talk with her. It was a sacred moment to me. Here was a crystal that was a conscious, living presence, that was my partner, and I was asking her to sell it. But he was also her partner, and she wasn’t ready.

I waited. I prepared for him to come to me when Deidre was ready. Finally, months later, she was. By that time I had been talking with him and knew his name was Fallon.

Even then, holding him in my hands, I hesitated. Here again was a sacred moment, an ending of one partnership and the beginning of another. A choice made by all of us. But I wanted Deidre to be sure. To look at me and the crystal together. And decide. We both cried as she agreed.

Fallon came home with me that day. It was December 2009.

He spent the next 4 months sitting in a tray of Brazilian dirt topped with Himalayan sea salt. Clearing. Preparing. Nagging me until I did so much clutter clearing in the house that I was exhausted and made him quit.

I spent a lot of time worrying that he wasn’t in the same shape as I’d first met him, centuries ago when he told me how to carve him out of a crystal cave. Would he be the same?

Yes, he was the same, just in a different body. And, as he pointed out, so was I. That of course made us both laugh.

Our Work Together

Most of my work is with the planet. Nobody pays me for it, and very few people believe in it. Nevertheless.

Fallon and I do this work together. He is no longer a tool, if he ever was one. He is my partner. He is a crystal, yes, but he is an equal partner in our work. He has a say in what we do together. And no hesitation in saying it. And I listen. Not because he’s always right, but because we’re partners, and that’s what partners do.

I never expected that Fallon and I would publicly go out in the world. That changed in early summer 2010.

By that time friends had been stopping by to visit and meeting Fallon at home. I noticed that they would come in and immediately notice a change in our house, and walk around until they saw him. They were clearly feeling his energy. Fallon started asking to work with them. He would tell me about conversations he was having with them until I realized he was conducting healing sessions. I have no interest in being a healer, so I asked him to keep those sessions private unless I was needed, and I promised him that I would make him available to people for healing sessions.

At other times people had fun seeing things in him: he is, after all, a crystal ball, and with him their traditionally recognized ‘scrying’ ability is easily accessed. You don’t need to be anything more than curious to see things in Fallon. Really.

Fallon and I offer group events to experience his energy and the world of crystals and how we bridge paradigms. We also offer private sessions and have a few products to sell.

And right here you’ll find stories about our work together. Questions?