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Heralding Spring in Vera’s Garden

Saturday, April 2nd, 2011

Friend, mentor, teacher, compatriot.  I’m talking about Vera, a fellow “walker-in-the-woods” of life’s winding and wonderous paths.  I adore her perspective, and her writing.  You’ll see why in her guest post below.  Please warmly welcome Vera as she takes us on a journey through her garden gates, where wild things romp and wisdom hangs its hat on every blade of grass.

Vera's Garden

Vera is my chosen name, belonging to my grandmother, who lamented never having someone named for her. To remedy, I call myself after her…. besides we look so much alike! Imagine Hobbit hill woman, hands on hips, elbows out, hen-like, poking and scratching the ground, yep that’s me, with the pointy gnome hat, magical shoes with shiny buckles cobbled by industrious elves.

I’ve been invited  to guest blog ….. so here goes……

Morning’s these days are a riot of noise, coming from the bush outside my bedroom window. In gladness, birds sing up the sun and call forth the newly greening of the ground. Spring’s herald in my neck of the woods wears a robin’s red breast, the yellows and purples of April’s harlequin fool…(violets, crocus and daffodils are first to leave the gate) and the starry undeniable presence of the Orion over head in the early evening sky.

I’ve been blessed with my own little patch of earth to steward, and once again, it’s time to take stock of all the merry volunteers making their thrust toward the light. This is also the time to survey what was lost, as sometimes even with best efforts, some thing’s just don’t take. (oh no! Not the new roses….. Good thing the nursery has a one year guarantee!)

Tedious chores like tossing gravel back into the driveway that was shoveled into all manner of nooks and crannies of the yard and lawn from last winter’s snow management, or gently removing the odd chaff collected here and there demand attention. What shall I do with the tree limb that fell during a particularly vigorous wind?  Cut, stack and burn in some sacred fire when ready of course!

I’m struck by how many different shades of green there are. Dusty sage, kelley, chartreuse, teal and all manner of the afore mentioned variegation to name a few. I’m blown away by what’s already a foot high, tulip…dock…crown imperial. It’s like welcoming back old friends, and I’m so glad to reacquaint!

Tiny splashes of green do this magical Monet-like spotty appearance as seeds fulfill their promise, that take on familiar patterns and shapes, most are welcome, some not so much (may all your weeds be wildflowers!).

Where I’m from, most trees are still in stasis now, with the exception of the globe willows that now sport the faint blush of leafing out. That welcome green of living color grows stronger every day.

Sunlight feels different now, sweetly stronger, warming like a lover’s kiss as it teases in playful hide and seek behind clouds pushed about by winds that still have a bite.

I have an endearing nickname for pansies. I call them “smiling faces.”  They cheer even as they shiver in the breeze. This year I chose a wine-berry mix for the box by my door and yellows and red for the bowl by the street.

Heck, all blooms and blossoms to me have that effect…their beauty is their smile. Can you tell yet that out-of-doors is my element? That my personal hero was Tasha Tudor? That I’m partial to “flowery” language with a hint of tongue in cheek?

My prized possessions are perennial in nature like peaches, strawberries and apples, and the smell of roses or shade from my favorite tree on a hot day.  My constant companions are chickens and a couple dogs.

My heart’s desire are for wild things to drop by for a visit, like quail, cock-pheasant, martin and wren. Owls and hawks are welcome too, only if they behave themselves with peaceful intentions.

In closing, I am so pleased to meet you all through words. To those who may have been sent into a diabetic coma, I beg your pardon. I’m new at this. :)

Welcome to my garden, and kindly tread softly, living things grow below.

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Mike Bastine: Visionary and Educator for the Reform of Consciousness

Saturday, October 30th, 2010

I recently had the opportunity to interview Mike Bastine, a Native American Algonquin Elder, who has been speaking about the necessity of re-connecting to Nature as a means to reform consciousness.  It was an utter delight to spend time with Mr. Bastine, and equally uplifting to share common views with him.  He’s got revolutionary insights anchored in ancient wisdom.  Perhaps his words in this interview will contribute to your own conscious-reform for the better.  Or, perhaps these views might maintain your own re-connection to the Mother (Nature).  Enjoy!

Mike Bastine, Algonquin Elder

Mike Bastine, Algonquin Elder

          The landscape cracks open like an egg in my view.  The bright orange yolk of sun hangs, suspended in the albumen of a clear liquid sky.  I’m driving along a curvy route to a quiet rural town to meet with Algonquin Elder, Mike Bastine.   

         On the drive, the scenery unfolds like a Monet; billions of auburn-amber leaves splatter like dots on the rolling hills of Autumnal glory.  It’s a two hour drive,  stuffed with Natural beauty.  The soft ride offers ample opportunity for me to ponder the upcoming meeting with Mr. Bastine.      

         Although diligent about suppressing any kind of pre-conclusions about this interview, electric expectation still amplifies my anticipation.  I am meeting a Native Elder, a virtual master of tenets that have ignited my own elevated understanding; tenets essential to the broader soul-growth of so many people over human history. 

            My time with Mike Bastine, however, produces no glamour.  No spiritual huff-n-puff.  No fluffy clouds filled with insubstantial vapors about spirituality.   Rather, Bastine proves to be a Plymouth rock of foundational wisdom.  He radiates reverence for simplicity.  He is rooted in the value of rekindling the heart of humanity; encouraging attunement with the energies of Nature, love and respect.  No fancy juju; just bare-boned wisdom, exposing a soulful, nurturing marrow.

            My car pulls into his driveway.  Beyond the weathered, wood-clad exterior of his home, rests acres of maples waving goodbye to their own falling leaves.  Rows of cornfields maze the back yard, their husks brown and crinkly, jutting up to the glassy sky.   

            My ears perk, hearing a yawning creak from the front screen door as I gather up my notebook, camera, and recording device from the car.  It’s Mike Bastine walking out to greet me. 

            Mike’s Native blood etches clear evidence of his Algonquin heritage in his appearance.  His skin is naturally tawny, obviously unaided by the sun’s tanning effect, especially as winter begins her progressive swallowing of solar rays.  His hair is long, pulled back in a pony tail.  It shines in onyx iridescence and reminds me of silky crow feathers. 

            He welcomes me with a smile; a smile that equals the cheer reflected inside his home.  I struggle to pull off my boots before entering. “Oh no, you don’t have to do that.” Mike says, chuckling, as I almost topple over.  ”Keep those on. Stay warm. Snow and mud aren’t sticking to the bottoms of our feet just yet.” We both break the initial conversational ice by agreeing how mild this year’s autumn has been.

           Mike and I sit at his kitchen table.  Pens and pencils stand at attention in a clean white cup, anxious to be put to use.  Books and papers are neatly stacked on the table too.  Mike thoughtfully pulls out a few of the many articles written about him for me to read.  He pauses for a moment and pulls out a few books for me to look at too. 

            Pam, Mike’s wife, offers me a hot cup of green tea and a cinnamon pecan danish.  I’ve just met these people, but it feels I’ve been a welcomed visitor in this kitchen for an eternity.  Time is irrelevant.  Indeed, the energy of their home is timeless,  comforting and tremendously safe.  I am calm, I am at home in their presence.

            The black pot-belly stove churns out its warmth as Mike begins to do what he does best:  Weave his spoken words into exquisite tapestries.  Native wisdom is his loom, and Mike threads rich value into each sentence spoken.  His voice is a smooth, lulling tenor and his words are framed in the rhythmic compassion that steadily beats within his heart.

            For decades,  Mike Bastine has travelled the US and Canada speaking about the wisdom of his Native ancestors, illustrating how Native ways are a catalyst for healing, renewal and reconnection to a higher way of living life. 

            “I’ve been bringing up a few terms in my workshops lately.” Mike begins, his soft brown eyes sparkling. “Terms we all learned in early schooling.  I ask people how they feel about the phrase ‘Divide and Conquer’ and most people tell me it’s kind of a standard of life today.”

            Mike explains that the modern Western civilized mind has been trained to weed out ‘weakness’ and conquer life by working hard at maintaining status quo.  “Mainstream thought mostly adheres to popularly accepted, spoon-fed education and doctrine.” He says in his sing-song dialect.  As Mike talks, my understanding lulls into compliance with his argument with this commonly accepted phrase.

            “Today, most people’s perception of strength and weakness is skewed. There’s more strength in the gentle than there is in the bold.  Gentleness accumulating over time – that’s where the power resides.” Mike taps his calloused-covered fingertip on the Xerox copy he gave me of Chief Seattle’s speech. “That’s part of what Seattle is saying in this address.”

            Mike closes his eyes, and I wonder what scenes are playing beneath his eyelids. “The idea of ‘conquer’ is equally misleading.” He says, “What is there to conquer? If we each lived aligned to our True Nature, we wouldn’t even be having this conversation!” He pushes back a bit from the kitchen table after finishing this thought, as if sitting objectively – seeing a broad view of the human condition from his wicker-backed chair.

            “The idea of ‘divide’ is just an illusion.  Nature shows us different. Nature shows us progress only comes with inclusion, acceptance, absorption.  Nature shows us surrender.  That’s what evolutional progress is about.” Mike lets out a lightly exasperated chuckle, with a slightly discernable shaking of his head.

            ” I ask these same people in my workshops how they feel about another common phrase we’ve all been taught: ‘In God we Trust.’ I get the same kind of mental agreement.  But I have to question this. How can we believe in ‘Divide and Conquer‘ and ‘In God we Trust’ at the same time?”  Mike’s passion about these points of contention is clear, but his core demeanor does not waiver.  He remains solidly anchored in a place of peaceful contemplation as he speaks to me.   

            The Algonquin Elder continues his thought-stream about Western culture’s unconscious acceptance of these two statements. “How can we be divided and yet trust in one God?  This mentality is where the breakdown of disconnect to Nature stems.” Mike says softly, sad kindness lacing his voice.   To him, unity is a far more viable solution to living a life of true freedom.

            Mike leans forward on the kitchen table to drive his point home:  ”Prior generations had Elders to teach us about relationships.  Primarily the marriage between humans and this planet.  But now those teachings have fallen by the wayside.  This causes separation.  We have become distanced from the higher wisdom of Nature, love and goodness.”  Mike further contends this disconnection has lead to an inflammation of humanity’s highest conflict: The conflict between the heart and the ego. 

            “We must think independently.  We can’t think what we’ve been educated to think, because it’s not what this life is about.  We must observe what’s going on today and rejoin the ranks of our Elders who looked to Nature for assistance with answers.”   

            Mike Bastine gently illustrates how many of today’s youth are no longer educated by their Elders who have been steeped in the nurturing, honorable ways of the Great Spirit and the ways of Nature.  Today, our youth are educated by capitalist systems whose primary impetus for functioning is money and conformity.  It’s a disturbing observation.  Mike points out a fundamentally flawed educational system that produces fact-filled sheep, designed to follow (and not overthrow) the powers that be, namely, the government.  More unsettling, is the valid observation of mass-media’s role in raising our youth.

            “If we look at the bigger picture of what’s happening around the world, and we see the events – how they connect.  How they unfold.  How they evolve.  We can start to see that disconnection is the source of great upheaval.”  Mike’s hands are upturned; his arms slightly raised in a supplicating gesture as he utters these words. He speaks like a man who sees problems and feels frustration because he knows how simple the solutions are.

            The furrow in Mike’s brow smoothes back into its customary serenity as he expands his revelations:  ”This disjointed gap….the inability to connect human thought and behavior with the deeper functions of Nature….this is the sole flaw that prohibits the flow of peace.”  This flaw, Mike explains,  is aggravated by the lack of unity and acceptance being taught by our modern elders, who are our politicians, educators, doctors, etc.

            “I wish there were little manuals written about how to be a good human. How to make choices that honor and respect our world and all that lives in it.”  I nod my head and smile, thinking about how Mike’s ‘How to be a Good Human’ manuals might not be the most ideal replacement for wise Elders in our modern-day global tribes.  But, I silently agree these manuals would be a good start at defining simple steps for reconnecting to the Golden Truths inherent in every human heart.  

             ”When enlightenment dovetails and becomes manifested into the outward happiness of being, do you think something like the definition of ‘a metaphor’ is essential to sustaining that education? No! It doesn’t take rocket science to gain a higher education.  This is about human interaction conducted with respect.”    Mike makes this statement with conviction backed by the wisdom of his lineage.  His faith in the cathartic, healing practice of unifying with the foundational energy of Nature, humility and honor is unshakable.

             As Mike Bastine carefully crafts his words and purposefully narrates his perceptions, I recognize him as a visionary educator.  Why?  Because he can see into the human heart and there he greets only the heart’s inherent potential for goodness in spite of the presence of malignant understanding.  It takes a visionary to see the spiritual gifts hiding behind ugly curtains of the ego. 

            I get the sense that Mike is not entirely aware of his ability to overlook the presence of fear feeding the human heart.  His unsinkable faith in each human’s inherent goodness overrides the presence of fear and pain glaring back at him when he speaks about ‘consciousness-reform.’   In every word and movement, it’s apparent Mike knows the path to higher societal evolution is born from virtue and devotion to the grounding cornerstones of Nature. 

            Mike continues his mission to reveal the true values indwelling every heart, and how each heart is hard-wired to reconnect with all life in loving ways.   His unwavering belief in human potential makes him both a visionary, and an exemplary educator in the realm of thoughtful unification with elements of life that truly matter. 

            The warm bubble of the Bastine’s hospitality cannot be popped as I drive back to the pointy edges of city life.  The yolky sun is pressed behind me now, enhancing a sense of warmth and nourishment. Driving back the way I came, my mind turns with the soft curves of the road as I think about our discussion.

            My intent for this piece was to capture the essence of Native American wisdom; writing about how the ways of Native Elders provide healing to the human heart – - healing wisdom that prepares each of us for future global shifts we are all destined to experience in the process of living life on this Earth today. 

            But really, after listening to Mr. Bastine, my lofty intent dissolved into particles of more substantial import.  As the hills of the countryside roll behind me, I think of Mike’s parting thoughts:

“The value of simplicity. The value of independent thought.  The value of re-connecting to Nature and its wisdom. These are small, incremental choices of honor we can all choose to make.  These are the functional building blocks for re-connecting to life’s vitality.”

            Ultimately, Mike Bastine helped me understand that it is not so much the intellectual or spiritual path we choose, but how we utilize our faith and educational choices -  that is the true catalyst for global unification and peace.  Essentially, every moment is an opportunity to ‘Unify and Conquer’ rather than divide and perish.

Other pages of interest:

Native American Symbolism

Algonquin Zodiac Signs (written for TokenRock.com)

Nature Symbols for Inspired Living

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Seeds as a Symbol of Consciousness

Tuesday, July 20th, 2010


Seeds - A Symbol of Consciousness?

Seeds - A Symbol of Consciousness?

Last night, in the dreamtime, symbolic seeds were sown into the meaty furrows of my brain.  Their manifested identities known only to my deeper consciousness.  It was a fabulous sensation.  The grey matter of my mind seemed willing, pliable and moistly awaiting the first touch of root to mental-membrane.  

A good dream. An oracle of potential growth.  A sign of depositing new ideas into old rows with the hope and promise of a bumper crop of…of what?  Creativity?  Productivity? New kinds of nourishment?  Food for a hungry mind?  New neuro-network patterns?

Who knows.  Dream-walking advances at a far different pace than common ambulation.  That means, I’ll have to walk calmly between multiple time-lines to see the cycles of growth these dream seeds represent. 

But in the meantime, while I’m weeding, feeding and cerebrating over these dream seeds, I thought I’d sow a few symbolic thoughts on seeds as a symbol of consciousness.

Traditional symbolic meaning of seeds include:

  • Potential
  • Trust
  • Hope
  • Nourishment
  • Sacred
  • Earthiness
  • Initiation
  • Reproduction
  • Cycles
  • Time
  • Provision

Several years ago, while dining with a colleague, he asked: “What’s the symbol for consciousness?” 

In response, I pulled out a pen and drew a single dot on a paper cocktail napkin. 

“That’s it?” He asked.

“Yep, that’s it.” I said, “The dot represents a single point of awareness.  It is, essentially, a seed.  It is the point of pure potential.  This present moment of focused consciousness gives no clue as to which side of the polarity it leans.  There is no gender, no higher or lower, no light or dark.  It simply is.”

My colleague protested: “But isn’t consciousness expansive?  Pervasive?  Everywhere at all times?  This dot, or seed suggests limitation, and that’s not how I see consciousness.”

I loved this observation, and after pausing a moment to let his implications sink in, I responded:

 ”Yes, I agree with your model of consciousness.  However, I chose this dot to represent a seed as a symbol of consciousness because it is the point of initiationAwareness must be initiated.  And the concept of initiation is inherent to the ancient symbolism of seeds.  So, it’s the idea of initiation…specifically, initiating the potential that is powerfully packed in a small unit (a dot, a seed) that I’m emphasizing here.”

I was reminded of this conversation when I woke from my seed dream. 

Those crazy brain seeds!  That tiny dot drawn on a cocktail napkin.  A single unit of initial potential!   

These images made me want to become that dot…to become a seed and

  • Auger a sense of stillness in the midst of daily bustling.   
  • Be as a seed is: Patient, Potent, Packed with potential.
  • Be silent, rest in a damp darkness, suspended.
  • To “just know,” and own remarkable wisdom without the necessity to prove it.
  • Submerge in resolute assurance that transition, growth and ascension is inevitable.

Just thoughts.  Thanks for growing along with me..

Other symbolic seeds for your consideration:

Nature Symbolism

EcoIntuition

Dream Meanings

Six Simple Steps to Interpreting Dreams

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Symbolic Meaning of Beetles

Sunday, June 27th, 2010
Symbolic Meaning of Beetles

Symbolic Meaning of Beetles

I received an inquiry about the symbolic meaning of beetles.

Realizing I haven’t written much on beetles, I thought I’d share my insights here.

Suggested symbolic meaning of beetles (at-a-glance):

  • Progress
  • Simplicity
  • Persistence
  • Stability
  • Methodical
  • Contemplative
  • Practical
  • Grounded
  • Potential
  • Security
  • Introverted
  • Protection
  • Solidarity

Beetles speak to us of groundedness. They move with bellies always close to the earth, and so their wisdom is sacred and deep.  They are connected to the core of earth, and so they are rooted in their knowledge about the way of life and nature.

Beetles also talk to us about steady, gradual progress.  Observing them, they do nothing without pragmatic, methodical movement.

Beetles impart messages such as:

  • “Get to the root of your desire”
  • “Be practical in your expectations of progress”
  • “Find stability in simplicity”
  • “Anchor yourself in honest, true, natural ways”

Beetles also remind us of the simple things in life, and point our attention to the magic in the small.  A friend of mine, Kim Gould at www.loveyourdesign.com says this: “allow yourself to be tamed by the small and gentle.”  Beetles can tame us because of their simple, unassuming presence.

The symbolic meaning of beetles also offers protection.  Their own hard shells do more than just convey glimmery beauty.  They protect.   And so, the beetle (in countless cultures, particularly Asian) is considered a symbol of protection too.

The colors of your beetles will also offer meaningful messages.

For example, greens talk to me about the heart chakra which is the center for healing, love and compassion.  Blue hearkens to the throat chakra which encourages creative expression and vocalizing our real truth…our genuine truth…I’m not talking about speaking a false-truth like “I am sick” I’m talking about the real truth that recognizes inherent health & well-being indwelling the body/soul at all times.

Beetles also reminded me of the Egyptian scarabs which are all about building our best, most incredible opportunities from the poop around us.  :)

Other areas of interest:

Insect Totems and Insect Symbolism

Symbolism in Nature

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Get Bent

Tuesday, June 1st, 2010

Arboreal Wisdom and the Tao. Photo by Avia Venefica“To remain whole, be twisted.
Become bent, and be straightened.
Become hollow, and be filled.
Wear out, and be renewed.”

(22nd stanza of the Tao)

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The Pinecone, The Pineal Gland and An Illuminating Meditation

Friday, December 18th, 2009



The Pinecone: A Symbol Of Illumination

The Pinecone: A Symbol Of Illumination

I love how the most unassuming bits from Nature represent very big meanings when we take the time to dig into their symbolic potential.

What’s so special about the pinecone that it could possibly be a sign of illumination?

…Ever heard of the pineal gland?  It gets its name because it looks very much like the pinecone.   But their visual likenesses aren’t what intrigue me.

The pineal gland is a remarkable feature of the human experience.  Nestled in the brain between the two hemispheres, it is a source of endless intrigue in the realm of mysticism.  Indeed, it’s known by pseudonyms such as the “third eye” the “dream center” and the “mystic seed.” 

From a purely biological perspective, the pineal gland is integral to the production of melatonin, which is a hormone that facilitates homeostasis of wake-sleep patterns.  In short, it regulates the natural rhythms of sleep according to our environment.

The pineal gland registers our exposure to daylight, and, regulates production of its sleep inducing elixirs according to its findings.  Less light means more melatonin.  More light means less melatonin.  It’s an ancient human thing – less light meant winter was encroaching and although humans didn’t hibernate – more sleep was an ideal way of conserving energy during lean winter months. 

Mystics have also suspected the pineal gland is a receptor of Spiritual Light too – with the ability to open up to mystical awareness upon the presence of an ascended master and during periods of enlightened consciousness.

So what’s this got to do with the pinecone?

I find it fascinating that not only do the pinecone and pineal gland share similarities in appearance, but they are also both keenly affected by Light

The pinecone, like the pineal gland, is extremely affected by Light, and takes action according to what it senses.  Cones will open themselves up to the sun’s rays, and close up during cloudy or stormy days.  It has to do with continuation of the seed-line.  Sunny days offer more arid conditions and the tiny seedlings nestled in the scales of the pinecone can become airborne more easily.  Damp or rainy days are crumby conditions for seed spreading, so the pinecone just closes up shop during these weather conditions.

That action is symbolic in itself (like: Opening up spiritual awareness in order to sow seeds of limitless potential and continuation of Soul Growth) …. but to keep with our comparison, we can now draw corollaries between pineal gland and pinecone in terms of gauging Light, seeking Light, and becoming activated in the Light.

We could say, pinecones are the external reflection of the “mystic seed” (the pineal gland).  From this perspective, all these pinecones we see this time of year bring on a whole new meaning. 

What if every time we saw a pinecone during this holiday season we

*stop*

*engage our inner domains*

*and purposefully widen  our inner Vision*

That’s what I do when I see pinecones.  I consciously “stop, drop, and roll” into my inner realms with intent to broaden my mystical view.  I tell you, it is revolutionary and worth a try if you’re game for a mind-blowing experience. 

You can also try meditating with the pinecone as a more organized approach to stimulating the pineal “dream center.”  Here are some meditative tips:

  • Find a pinecone and place it before you in preparation for your meditation
  • Light a candle while setting your focus upon expanding your consciousness
  • Cast your physical and spiritual eyes upon the pinecone and observe it in the candlelight
  • Envision the pinecone opening itself to the Light and warmth of the candlelight
  • As you continue this solemn, calm perception, begin to see that pinecone within your mind
  • Nestled warmly, snuggly between the two halves of your brain, get a clear visual of that pinecone within your mind’s eye
  • Now visualize your inner pinecone opening gently to take in nourishment from Divine light
  • See your pineal gland (pinecone) radiating and stimulated from the calming light of the cosmos
  • Continue to enhance this meditative experience according to your own impulses and requirements. 
  • When you’re ready, conclude your meditation by centering yourself back into  your common reality – resurface & reaffirm your bodily presence.

The idea is to tap into the pinecone and transfer its visual/symbolic qualities to the pituitary gland with a goal to expand, illuminate and ascend.

I’ve had phenomenal results with this meditation.  Namely, this exercise has catapulted me to insanely blissful and utterly unreal realms where I was transformed in truly ballistic ways. 

Just work with the pinecone as an extension of your pineal “third eye” and see what happens.  Let me know what kind of experiences you have!

Other topics that might hone your cones (ha ha):

Christmas Symbols and Meanings

Fir Tree Symbolism

Nature Symbolism

Cups Four in Tarot  (thoughts on how it relates to the pineal gland)

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Symbols for Divine, Divinity Symbols

Saturday, January 26th, 2008

An interesting request from one of my readers…she wanted a symbol for divine, or divinity symbols to which I respond: 

Dear Symbol Seeker,

The Divine is a broad subject, but below are a few symbols that represent Divine, or Divinity.

In Alchemy – the human body is considered a symbol of the divine

In Native American symbology (specifically plains tribes) a large, equilateral triangle pointing downard represents trust in divine guidance. It is a symbol of our ability to join with the divine and have a divine perspective.  Further in this genre, an equilateral triangle pointing heavenwards represents the divine point, the highest point of knowledge (cosmic awareness or higher spirit if you will).

In most cultures, a crown is a symbol of not only royalty and nobility – but also divinity.  For example deities and Pharaohs of Ancient Egypt wore double crowns to signify their divine stature as well as mark their endowment of divine power.  In some religions, including Christianity, the crown represents divine glory and crowns were placed on the heads of newly deceased as a sign of their union with God upon their passing.  In Eastern religions the crown worn is a sign of spiritual evolution – one step closer to divinity.

In the animal kingdom we find more symbols of the divine…

In Christian traditions, the dove is a symbol of divinity as it is the representation of the Christ.

Further, the starfish is considered a representation of the Virgin Mary in Christian iconography and as such is a symbol of the keeper of divine wisdom.

The dolphin is considered a divine messenger of the sea by some Native American cultures.

In the Orient as well as Celt, Norse and Greco-Roman mythologies the horse is thought of as a divine messenger too – a carrier of high divine insight for the Gods & Goddesses it serves.

In various cultural & mythological realms (Christian, Greco-Roman, Native American, Byzantine) the Eagle is considered a divine creature of the air and held firm as a symbol of the divine.

In other areas of nature such as the plant world, we find more symbols of divinity.

The peach has long been symbolic of divinity as well as longevity, good fortune and paradise to the Chinese and Japanese.

The pine cone is a symbol of immortality and the divine in earth-based religions (i.e. paganism) as it is an evergreen.

Another earth-based symbol of the divine long honored by the ancient Celts and Norse is the acornDruids swallowed the acorns whole in order to touch the divine mind.   They were sacred to the god Thor, and in Norse mythology the Tree of Life was an oak (from which the acorn springs forth).

The number ten is symbolic of spiritual achievement and return to unity.  Consequently, many systems of thought treat this numeral as a symbol of the divine. Specifically, the sephirotic Tree of Life of the Kabbalah is made of ten sephira – as such it represents unity, spiritual attainment, and divine accomplishment.

The Tarot holds infinite symbols for divinity.  The Hierophant is a symbol of uniformed or contained divinity where the human may pour out the prescribed nature of divine to the public.  Also in the Tarot, the Moon is a symbol for the divine.

As you can see, symbols of the divine are numerous.  Even in our day-to-day lives we can find symbols that vibrate with the divine.  Even candles -long thought of as carriers of divine light in places of worship and occasion of ritual.

In considering symbols for the divine, I would encourage you to find elements in your life that focus upon your own unique perspective of what is divine for you.  Meditate upon divinity itself, and your own special symbols will come to you from your effort.

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Brief Look at Native American Symbolism of Feathers (Sioux & Hopi)

Tuesday, November 13th, 2007


Feathers and Native American Indian Symbolism

Feathers and Native American Indian Symbolism

There are hundreds of Native American tribes who have evolved and developed their beliefs and rituals over the span of hundreds of years.  This being the case, it is difficult to pin point one single, specific meaning of feathers to Native Americans.

However, I have read legends in which the Hopi used turkey feathers in various symbolic placements and rituals.  The number of turkey feathers used is four.  The turkey is a symbol of the wildness of the Earth, and the number four represents the four winds.  Together, this is a symbolic message that the Earth is a wildnerness that man can never control.

I also know that the Sious used feathers in headdresses (reserved for the higher-minded or wiser souls, tribe noblemen, soothsayers, etc).  Twenty eight feathers were used in Sioux crowning rituals.  Twenty eight is sacred to the Sioux to represent the life of the Moon breathes within a span of twenty eight days.  There are also twenty eight ribs within the cage of the buffalo, which was/is sacred to this tribe.

Also among the Sioux, the Eagle (specifically, the Golden Eagle) was a sacred symbol, and twelve of her feathers were used in ritual, ceremonial events to signify the number of months in the year as well as the twelve symbolic rays of the sun.

Other information on feathers:

 

Symbolic Meaning of Finding Feathers on Your Path

Symbolic Meaning of Feathers (general/cultural)

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