the Hummingbird Journey
Power of small things
Hummingbird medicine goes on the epic journey saying YES to the call from Spirit and Eagle medicine
transforming adversity into opportunities, for the good of all.
Drink only from the sweet nectars Beloved…as the shadow is only a small and passing thing.
Oh, how magnificent is the little hummingbird. Such resilience and trust in life’s unfolding…absolute FAITH.
Simplicity and humility with the obvious power that holds little sway.
Bend to who’s WILL?
The older gentler powers, deep in the old forests at the deepest sleepiest part, gather peace lilies, listening
and harmonizing power. The ancient who walked the hills (and still do) way before the first cellphone
tower was errected.
The harmonic mandala of power to be sung too and deeply honoured. The fairytale power. For the fairies
know… bow you’re head when entering the forest with humility and offerings. They might reveal themselves to you.
Call out respectfully to directional allies. It’s all relational, elemental in manifest.
We don’t own POWER, Beloveds, just like we do not own the river or the waters or any-thing for that matter.
Look at the capacity to hold power over time. Cultivate, carefully root, with boundary and integrity.
Likes, followers are painted by the fairies, they exercise will freely. This isn’t full power…ha,haaaa otherwise it falls flat.
Grow a community, become a vessel to hold water for the skittish leaves as the wind blows across the landscapes.
No-thing is an immediate rush. All in it’s natural rhythum and cycle.
It’s a mandala of systems, receiving holding and transmitting healing power. Birthing, communal, ritual, artistry
and relational power.
The heroes are only as good as their “little helpers”, like balls of string!
The Price of Peace cometh, that the price of pride, the prince of money and all sorts of things, may it be cast
out by you. You make the call. These things are at no distance to yourselves.
There is no “time” and “space”, all of God is where you are in the moment. All and all in you.
Rejoice laying about the alter of the conditions of human kindship.
To wed oneself to the larger power. The invitation is to bring light so the whole family can see.
Re-mem-ber…BeLoved… Be Loved
Healing powers who stitch bodies together, soften hurts, reflection….was the fight all worth it….dear one?
Far easier to destroy than mend…RIGHT? When did we loose our sight?
The weaver mender…what takes roots with absolute patience and persistence.
May these seeds scatter into the creveces. Into every crack and crevance to transmute looking at the possibilities
before looking at the probabilities. Cradle the crevance, allowing the growth over time. Embrace the little nooks…
The world is shaped by small invisable power. Soft overgoes the hard…always!
“The meak shall inherit the earth”. Meak = humility
Serve in humility. Humility is the highest virtue and it does not exclude being firm as Jesus was casting out
the money changers out of the temple. Humilty is the absolute sense of self in God.
It’s not just a story…true power is invisable.
Small ones adapt, with resilency and know how to sustain, just like the little hummingbird.
For BeLoveds there is more power in a river than paper.
For our great mother is shaping everything, allow her to carry you. We are inseperable from her.
Careful of manipulation…There are animate and alive energetic flows.
We are not isolated individual beings (as you think you are), for own gain.
The invitation is to hollow and empty, become the hollow bone and a channel of mannifestation.
Align and connect, offer back to great cycles. Turn to weaving of the seasonal spirals and relax into the current.
Can you feel being held in the centre of the world…BeLoved?
Look up for the stars and their melodies remain.
It’s here….the small ones is now “time” in the bowing before our unconditional mother. Pause and touch
our heads upon the earth. We are her, she is us. Recongnise her pulse as the living power.
Her heartbeat is yours.
This divine Inheritance has no human power who can do much about that!!
Gratitude in the living humble power.
That’s how the little one flys soo far flapping it’s irrediscent wings…for it knows without question, that is takes
a single pin prick of light to bring hope and transmit dreams.
So bring yourself back to drinking only from the sweat nectares and the stars remain…
and hope returned.
Blessings upon blessings
Makhosi AmaKhulu
Gogo NomVuka