When I first started to garden with the Angels and Elementals, Green Hope Farm Flower Essences were just a twinkle in an Angels’ eyes. Meanwhile, I was so excited by my experiences with the Angels and Elementals that I wanted to tell anyone who was interested (and many who were not) all about my adventures in the garden.

To share my joy, I decided to give workshops on gardening with the Angels and Elementals. Because of logistics, many of my far flung workshops were one or two day affairs, but with local interested folk, I had the chance to set up classes that met over the course of a number of weeks. The classes worked particularly well because I could explain something, like how I plotted out a garden design with the Angels during one class and then in the next class, everyone could report back how their own design process had unfolded. Lots of excellent questions arose and people shared great stories. By the time each series of classes ended, we had all changed, grown from each others experiences and become new friends.

I noticed early on that it helped the Angels and Elementals build a stronger working relationship with everyone in a class when there was a particularly skeptical person in the group. This grounded people’s experiences of the Angels and Elementals in a different way. The kindness and playfulness that the skeptical person received from the Angels and Elementals over the course of the classes revealed the Angels and Elementals’ unconditional love for all of us and their deep desire to work with ALL of us more consciously. It was also clear that the Angels and Elementals never took any skepticism to heart or even very seriously, but actually enjoyed setting up events that would move a skeptic into the believer camp.

I began to look forward to the skeptics declaring themselves, because once that happened, fun stuff would begin to occur.

Here is one of my favorite skeptic conversion stories.

During the first class of a series, when I explained the role of Elementals in the manifestation of all form, a woman in the class announced that she didn’t believe in Elementals and thought it was ridiculous that anyone did. I explained to her that from my experience, the Elementals loved a challenge and would take particular delight in demonstrating their existence to her. I suggested she ask the Elementals for exactly what she wanted to manifest and then wait and see if they would deliver.

Without missing a beat, the woman told the class that she wanted an entire garden without paying for any of it. Those were her stakes. The Elementals had to send her a garden or she would walk.

I couldn’t wait to see what would happen. The Elementals manifest what we ask for in the most unpredictable ways and through the most unorthodox channels.

The next week this woman blew into class bursting with excitement. She couldn’t wait to tell us what had happened. There had been A LOT of manifestation in her life.

The first thing that occurred was she received, unsolicited, an enormous collection of garden seeds from a woman who had just ordered them but no longer wanted them.

Then someone called to offer her a dump truck load of well composted manure, free of charge and again unsolicited. The farmer was happy to dump the load right where she wanted it, no delivery charge.

Then another person called, out of the blue, and said she had an entire perennial garden that she needed to get rid of and did this woman want any or all of the plants.

In less than a week, she had been given the entire garden she wanted.

Her life turned on a dime. After this experience, she became very interested in Angels and Elementals. She began to paint beautiful paintings of Angels and Elementals. Her work with these new companions became more and more conscious. Their journey together led her professional life towards deeply satisfying work that combined her Angel paintings with work to alleviate third world poverty.

Lucky me. She keeps me posted on all her wild Angel and Elemental stories and I have three of her pieces of Angel art in my life including a much loved collage of a perky “CAN DO” Angel.

It looked like last night was the night my Knitting Olympics glory would begin.

The dish guy was supposed to arrive between 1 and 5 pm yesterday to end our Olympic woes with the installation of a second auxiliary dish that would provide us with local NBC coverage. Soon I would be knitting while other more qualified folks were bobsledding.

Several prerecorded telephone messages told me to expect the dish guy momentarily. The dish guy would be a new acquaintance. I know all the Sears technicians. We greet each other as old friends. Our stove has cost Sears a small fortune in repair costs because Jim had the foresight to buy the repair plan before we broke the unbreakable glass top three times and melted the innards another six times. The stove has had a more exciting life than many humans and really deserves a name. Maybe “The Inferno”?

But the dish guy was someone new. I could only hope he would like climbing up the greenhouse windows to get to the dish zone on the roof, especially after his journey up our dramatically rutted dirt road.

As darkness fell on Green Hope Farm, the dish guy still had not surfaced. I was off the hook in my full blown supervisory role as Jim was home from work. I was pleased yet a bit worried that we would soon get a prerecorded message that the technician would be coming tomorrow not today. After all it WAS pitch dark outside!

A live person from dish headquarters called to see if the technician had arrived yet. Was a live human going to break the rescheduling news to us? The moon had now risen as a bright orb, but it seemed unlikely that it would provide enough light for the dish installation. The lady at HQ said not to worry. The technician would proceed in the dark.

There is nothing like a dish installation in the dark!

6:11 pm Jim joins the technician in the free climb to the rooftop location of our dish jungle. Jim is in charge of illuminating the work site with a large flashlight.

7:47 pm Progress! The technician comes inside while Jim pushes some wire through the wall into the house. For many long minutes the technician yells “A little bit further. A little bit further. A little bit further.” I won’t tell you what movie it all reminded me of.

8:38 pm Jim comes in to run hot water over his frozen hands. He and the technician have bonded. Jim knows all about the dish industry and has discovered he once worked with the technician’s girlfriend’s mother.

9:05 pm Test run of new dish and old dish combo fails. Old dish must go. Back on the roof, the men are ripping off shingles, drilling more holes, tossing the old dish into the gardens below.

9:43 pm repeat of 7:47pm

9:52 pm I have abandoned my supervisory role reading a book by the fire. I am asleep.

10:15 pm The dish is cranking. Just in time for some prime-time Olympic coverage. Jim settles in to watch. Now if only I could get him to knit.

The Winter Olympics started last Friday. As you may or may not recall, this meant I was supposed to grab my knitting needles and begin my wildly ambitious knitting project as the torch was lit, thus beginning my own parallel Knitting Olympic event right there in front of the television.

What actually happened?

I did not see the torch lit nor have I seen a moment of Olympic action. Sure, I’ve gotten reports about what’s happened so far. The Y chromosome requires memorizing and reciting sporting results and there are three Sheehans with the Y chromosome keeping me updated. So I know Apollo fell in his favorite event and Bode came in fifth in the downhill. But live coverage? Did I see these moments? Nope. We have a problem Houston. Actually, we have several problems.

Problem number 1
We live on a quiet dirt road. This means the cable company passed on providing us service. The hills that surround us mean we can’t get the local NBC station even with our gigantic unsightly 1980’s type antennae. We do have a mini dish but the dish company is not allowed to give us their New York or West Coast feed for NBC because we might miss the local ads on the local NBC affiliate we can’t get and not be out there buying local products. We have written many testimonials about not being able to get the local feed to no avail.

Last week, my husband called to beg for Olympic mercy. Jim hoped someone would believe our sad tale and agree to flip a switch at headquarters. But no, the dish people said the only solution was to install a SECOND dish that would get the local NBC affiliate. More good news! They couldn’t come to install the dish until today, day five of the Olympics. I expect the installers sometime this afternoon. I look forward to adding to the forest of ugly technology on the roof of our home.

Problem number 2
My project choice was ridiculously ambitious but sadly, not out of character. I decided to knit Willy a log cabin afghan during the Olympics. The last log cabin afghan I knit was for Ben. I planned to have it as a gift when he graduated from college. I started it at the beginning of his senior year. He got the afghan 18 months post graduation. One might think I would have done the math and decided to knit Willy one of the twenty five squares needed for the afghan. But no! I told him I was going for it. So far, I have one half log cabin square, knit while watching a Gilmore Girl rerun.

This basic overreach reminded me of other moments when my enthusiasm has been somewhat unrealistic. Say the time I called Jim at work on a Friday afternoon and asked him to build me a tool shed that weekend. He asked how big a tool shed I was hoping for. I said 16’X24’ with a second story. He sweetly said “That’s a barn not a tool shed.”

I am sure he loved spending October, November, and December of that year out in the elements. There was a particularly special moment when he and his brother were trying to put up the ridge pole in a gale force wind and both of them almost blew off the second floor of the barn. Ahh the memories!

Problem number 3
Who are we fooling about what kind of TV viewing is going to be going on once this dish is in place? I don’t remember the last time I was in charge of the remote and so much channel surfing happens during any viewing experience that its a good thing I look at my knitting and not the television. Watching the screen causes motion sickness.

The Y chromosomes in the family, who understand and have custody of the remote, have already informed me that they think sappy life story pieces on the athletes have ruined the Olympics. These are the things I like best. When the dish is installed, I will be watching their idea of sports coverage. Actual sports in action. Really, how pathetic when I could be watching docudramas about why that little old lady from Michigan became a world class curler.

So e-mail me the story lines of the Olympic docudramas because I will either be out in the snow helping the dish guy drill holes in our home or watching some sort of hockey game/ nordic combined event/ ESPN sports update/ UConn basketball game happening simultaneously.

If you have read our newsletters, you may remember that for many years, I rarely left the farm. Going into the village of Meriden to get the mail became a big expedition. In my effort to align myself with divine will, I ask for guidance about what to do and not do in my life. In effect, I use my free will to turn over my decision making to the still small voice of my inner divinity and my Angel guides. I do this because, like a hiker up Everest who seeks the best sherpa guide possible, I am also on a spiritual mountain that I don’t know how to climb. Seeking guidance from God as I experience God and the Angels as I experience them feels like a wise choice to me.

As I said, in recent years, my marching orders from my guides have been non-marching orders. After awhile, I came to expect that I would always have this quiet life. When I was guided to go on two big trips in 2005, one to Ireland and one to St. John in the Caribbean, I was surprised. I was also grateful for this opportunity to stretch my legs!

During the trip to Ireland in June and July, I had many conversations with Irish Elementals. Elementals hold all creation in manifestation. Particularly in Ireland, the Elementals have a long history of being acknowledged and honored by humankind for their work. Sometimes the core of what they do has been misunderstood or forgotten by us, but at least in Ireland, the Elementals are often acknowledged as real.

On this trip to Ireland, the Elementals were impassioned in their requests that humanity clean up its emotional garbage or suffer the consequences of much water cleansing our world for us. Since these conversations, we have lived through all the hurricanes of 2005 and fall flooding in the Northeast. And water keeps coming. On the day I started writing this entry, we had such serious rains fall on partly frozen ground here in New Hampshire that local streams and rivers flooded their banks. Clearly, we have much work to do before this kind of watery cleansing is not necessary.

In December, my guides sent me on a trip to St. John in the United States Virgin Islands. I thought a lot about the Elementals of Ireland while conversing with the Elementals on St. John. While they conveyed the same message, the demeanor of most of the Elementals I spoke with on St. John was in sharp contrast to that of the Irish Elementals.

This summer, the Irish Elementals called a spade a spade. They spoke vehemently about humanity trashing the Earth. They noted that the consequences for our trashing were coming soon. They also very much wanted me to make many Flower Essences that would help humanity with the challenge of cleaning up our garbage and taking responsibility as co-custodians of Earth. They deeply cared about our fate and wanted to help. I felt great urgency from them to get a move on but also some semblance of affection for humankind despite our errors.

On St. John this past December, I met with Elementals that were so weary and beleaguered that I felt they had completely given up on us. They were dispirited almost beyond sorrow. During my last visit in 2002, I had felt a partnership with the Elementals of St. John. This time, while I had the occasional spirited exchange with an old or new Flower Elemental friend, the mood was generally somber, even dire. Most Elementals I talked with seemed beyond caring what happened to us or their island world. Many didn’t even want to talk. It felt almost like they were no longer holding the land in form.

I was upset to see the Elementals of this region so despairing. Since my time with them, I have tried to figure out why so many of the Elementals of this region were so world weary and hopeless. The geographical position of the region seems a key factor.

In thinking about the energetics of the United States and the Caribbean region, I see comparisons between parts of our country and parts of the human body. The Mississippi River is an enormous cleansing mechanism for our country much like the intestines and the urinary tract of the human body. In this analogy, New Orleans becomes the place where the waste materials leave the body of the United States and flow out into the sea. This analogy offers one possible reason why New Orleans might have attracted such a big watery cleansing event. This also suggests that the Caribbean region, where the waters of the Mississippi eventually go, is the dumping ground for our refuse, much as a toilet receives human waste.

I think it is fair to say that the dumping is both metaphorical and literal. We pollute the region but also use it with impunity as a place to act out our second chakra garbage. This trip suggested to me that the Caribbean has absorbed as much of our negativity as it can and that the Elementals of this region are literally waiting for a big flush.

As I thought about the Irish Elementals and their ability to hold on and keep encouraging us onwards, I realized that they may have more fortitude in their dealings with us because at least at times during their history with mankind, they have been acknowledged and appreciated. There hasn’t been this appreciation for the Elementals in the Caribbean. As far as I can tell, they have just had to keep dealing with our energetic garbage with virtually no gratitude from the human community.

How long could any of us keep cleaning a community’s garbage without any kind of acknowledgment? The Elementals of the Caribbean have been at this work for centuries with no support from the human community who makes the mess. Little wonder they wait for a big cleansing flush and don’t really care what this flush takes out.

So what can we do? Send LOVE to the Elementals of our planet! Send LOVE to the planet and consider incorporating the following energy cleansing technique or some variation of it in your daily regime. Bless you! Thank you!

LAND CLEARING- A GENERAL OVERVIEW

Negativity builds up on land in many ways. Human discord of any kind settles on the land where the discord took place. If you have a temper tantrum in your backyard, that energy remains in your backyard. Even the most pristine piece of land, uninhabited by humans, will have negativity delivered to it by wind and precipitation. For example, rain clears the atmosphere of negativity but leaves this negativity on the land.

This discord stays in the land UNTIL the negativity is either cleansed energetically in conscious cooperation with Nature (ie the Angels and Elementals) or is forcibly removed through extreme weather such as hurricanes,thunderstorms, floods etc.

When land is energetically cleaned, the vibration is raised and the negativity is dissolved or transmuted without any side effects. Elementals and Angels, particularly the Elementals, do the actual energy cleansing but this group CANNOT do this work in the same benign way unless a human asks them to do it.

ASKING FOR THIS CLEANSING MUST BE DONE BY A HUMAN.
It is one of our vital roles in the co-creation and maintenance of Earth.

If a human doesn’t ask for energy cleansing for a piece of land and this land is holding a lot of negativity, the Elementals only options for removing this negativity is extreme weather. Because the Elementals are supposed to keep the planet in form, steadying and balancing it as we go, they WILL clear land that is very negative in order to help this balancing process. Without our help, big weather events are the operative mechanism for such clearings.

ENERGY CLEANSING PROCESS
If you can do this every day, this is of maximum benefit to land you live and work on, but even occasional cleansing will be a great help! It should not take more than a few minutes. I like to sit quietly while doing this but if need be, do it on the fly. The cleansing will be done when you ask for it, no matter how or when you ask.

You can ask for assistance from
1. THE OVER LIGHTING DEVA of the piece of land you want to clean.
This being from the Angelic kingdom holds the divine plan for this piece of land.
2. ANGELS OVER LIGHTING THIS PIECE OF LAND
They work with the Deva of the land.
3. THE ELEMENTALS OF THE LAND
These are the beings who bring your land into actual form and then hold it there so we can live in a world of form.
4. PAN, Head Elemental of Earth
5. Any ASCENDED OR GOD REALIZED BEING WHO IS CONNECTED WITH THIS PIECE OF LAND
There may or may not be any connected depending on the piece of land.
6. Deva of the Earth’s atmosphere, LUNARIA
7. Deva of the Earth’s surface, SAPPHALO
8. Deva of the sun in the center of the Earth, DARNDELLA
9. Our Sun, HELIOS AND VESTA

You do not need to list all the names above to get help!
YOU CAN SIMPLIFY THE PROCESS and ask for the Angels and Elementals of the land to help you-

After you call in some variation of this group, ask them to CLEANSE, CLEAR, REBALANCE, AND ILLUMINATE the land you are clearing. You can ask them to clear the EMOTIONAL, MENTAL, PHYSICAL, AND ETHERIC BODIES of the land of everything that is not pure divinity.

Ask that any negativity be released through a CHRISTED GRID. This is not a religious thing. This is just a way to describe a cleansing filter that purifies the energies so that they do not come back to the land again.

You can visualize all the negativity being removed from the land both below and above ground or you DON’T HAVE TO VISUALIZE anything. The land will still be cleansed because you have asked to have it done.

If you want, after the cleansing, you can ask that the land that has been cleansed be filled with divine love and light. This fills the land that has been cleared of negativity with positive energies so that negative energies don’t just rush back in to fill the void created by the clearing. This is an optional step but a good one.

Please close the session with a thanks to everyone involved. AND I THANK YOU as do the Elementals for your efforts!

We have a new person coming to work here soon. We are going to have to say goodbye to darling Yessenia soon. She is in the third trimester of her pregnancy with her baby due in early spring.

Today was the first day for our new person, Jane Taupier. She lives just down the hill from us on a beautiful farm that she and her husband created together. I have known her for twenty four years. We were dorm parents in the same dorm at Kimball Union Academy when our babies were little. Many an afternoon was whiled away with our toes in the same sandbox. When Jane’s children got older she went off to teach while I was off on my own adventures here at Green Hope. Now that her life has changed directions, she is free to come work at the farm. We are very excited about this.

The Angels suggested for day one that all of us take Jane on a walking tour of the office space. It was such fun! As we yammered away about our little world here, we got a glimpse of this landscape through each other’s eyes. For example, we were surprised to discover exactly how seriously Jayn takes her responsibility to keep a sterile sink when she bottles! I don’t think any of us will ever consider putting a dirty dish within a 50 yard range of her bottling zone ever again! The whole tour got us laughing and telling funny stories. It was a wonderful, unexpected moment of community.

One thing that was particularly fun to tell Jane about is the synchronicity of orders here. It doesn’t take very long before anyone shipping or invoicing orders begins to notice that there is some serious oneness going on in the world. On a regular basis the following drama takes place. A sweet Flower Essence, usually one that has had a relatively quiet presence on our shelves, suddenly is ordered by a large number of people all over the planet. This wonderful mysterious flow has nothing to do with us and we love this!

These dear Flower friends wait with infinite tenderness and readiness for their moments. Then, when the moments come and they fly out the door to you all, they go out like joyful music into the world.

Some of the beloved Flower Essences that have stepped to the front lines in recent times include Niella, a marvelous mint Flower Essence that offers wonderful information about aligning the chakras. Loquat, a powerhouse of information for the digestive system and Ixora one for discernment of appropriate and affirming sexual boundaries are two from Bermuda that stretched their legs recently. Pink Laurel, an Adirondack gem that helps us be our most articulate and truest self, and Agrippina Rose, an ancient rose that supports us to turbo charge our healing process also flew out our doors.

It is true that these are useful Flower Essences most all the time. They move steadily into the world throughout the year. Yet the fact is that this lovely big holograph we are in seems to support healing some issues more at some times than at others. We notice this on the phone and on e-mail too, not just in the waves of same Essence orders.

When an issue has cropped up in our lives here in the office, in your calls and e-mails to us you often speak of the same issue. The issue is ripe for healing and when all of us look to the Flowers for support, the Flowers are ready. The Angels know what we will all be working on and when. They get the very Flower Essences we will need all lined up and ready for us to offer before the issue comes to the fore.

This was never more apparent than this past year. On my trip to Ireland in June of 2005, I was asked to make so many Flower Essences for watery times, times of constraint, limitation, and unexpected difficulties. When I returned to the farm with these new Flower Essences, one of them, Yellow Loosestrife, explained its area of service in this way:

“I AM indefatigable gratitude for this life of life, even amidst trials and tribulations. I AM joyful appreciation for life no matter the circumstances. I will help you to find the bead on the positive and valuable in your life during flood times and turmoil as well as during times when things are flowing more smoothly.”

No sooner had we started bottling these precious new Irish Flower Essence friends than we were swept into the flood times of last fall. The very Essences needed were in place. We were ready to serve displaced folks, rescue animals, and all the myriad people suffering in wake of all the water.

Its not always easy to be here on Earth, but daily life here in this little office reminds us that we are not alone in our suffering. So many beloveds are looking out for us. That is sweet comfort.