Walls and bridges, rocks and stones

Sisters and Brothers,

This is Oran. You brother and your kin.
Powerful times lie ahead.
A struggle for supreme dominance in your
political battles.

I have seen it before. The rise of the mighty
created in blood.

But you know that the boarders that
divide us are not truly there.
There are no boarders.

Those who erect false walls and bridges
to gated lands find themselves under the
rocks and stones when the earth begins to move.

Build not these battlements unless you wish to
make them your tomb.

A strong warning,
but a true one.

........

You are changing now.
Cells inside humans activating.
New Pathways
you are being remade.
for future understanding
this is causing many to self-destruct.

Self-inquiry is what is needed.

Who am I?
A place to begin
The most difficult to answer.

Go Now
Your brother


February 1, 2012
7:09 am

Global Reconciliation is possible. (Message #31)

Dear Sisters and Brothers,
This is Saint Oran, your brother and your kin.

Today is a day that calls for great attention on intention.
What is it that finds your attention? Do you focus on getting and having? Or do you hold fast to the intention of being? Being oneself, and a piece of the ALL?

Being in perfect harmony with the world around you. Having gratitude for all of it. This brings you to a oneness that liberates the soul.

Question. . .

Mine was a hard life. Relentless weather. Violent attacks and raids by those I called Brothers but, reconciliation is possible. If this can happen on Iona, this peace can be had anywhere. The very men who killed my brothers returned 600 years later to build my chapel, the abbey and the nunnery. They changed. They moved forwards in love.

Can this not happen with your mosque? Couldn't constant prayer in a place that for centuries only focused its attention on commerce be a good thing? The Christian church nearby can't [illegible] to prayers to God anchor and cleanse the miserable land there and make it whole again?

Work together, humans!

We have made these times of sadness occur so often in our history. It is time for
Global Reconciliation.

You will need this in the coming decades.

Go Now.
Your Brother,
Oran (drawers the chapel)

The Stillness of the River Within You (Message #30)

Where [is] the light of peace. You are that lighthouse in the dark for so many. You are an example of the true light and love of God. People sometimes have trouble with that word-- God. Why is this? Because we have let the extremes of the meaning pollute the true meaning. God is the power you give to it. What is it? You. Me. All.

Realize that for some, God is the thing in the sky. A statue in a church. God is not outside of you. God IS you. Those seeking a father, a person instructing them on every matter seek someone to control them. To explain at every turn, "This is bad to do." "This is good to do." "You are a sinner. REPENT!" The God in you need be the only counsel you seek. That inner knowing. The voice calling you from the inland shore. Yes. God is this. The stillness of the river within you. Seek not the man or the woman who tell you where and what God is. You already know. Now practice this knowing and find thy peace.

Go now.
Your Brother,
Oran

(Draws the chapel, the cross, the shores of Mull and choppy seas betwix.)

Galactic Planetary Shifts (Message #25)

Dear Friends,

This is Oran, your brother and your kin.

Great changes are soon to arrive in your world. As you attempt to relive many of the trials and tribulations of your past choices that resulted in strife and war, the earth will respond in kind. As above, so below. You have seen this with the bleeding of blood in the form of oil from deep within your earth. There is much more.

Things. Items that have been buried for thousands of years will surface again. Tools of transformation.

Please beware. There is a galactic planetary shift approaching. October 3rd. The possibility of contact with other beings in this galaxy is great. You are truly not alone. Colors will change. Voices will be audible to those who hear. Time is folding upon itself, heating up, speeding up. You are already feeling this occurrence in your interactions, boundaries between people are contracting. A great oneness is possible. Or more battles and war. Choose your path and see the world you create from that view.

Your Brother,
Oran
Druid of the Hebrides

The Earth. Our Waters.

Hello Friends,

I have found myself pretty troubled lately, still in transition, and craving time to sit with my experiences. There are many messages to come. They still come-- though I have taken a pause from writing, until I feel calm. Steady. I hope that day comes soon. Right now, I am sitting with my memories.

I did make the journey to Iona, I sat in Saint Oran's Chapel. My heart becomes so full with the thought of being there. I sat in silence, with only the howling wind and the rain.

Iona on a clear day, November, 2010.

I look at these pictures, the shores of a fairly isolated beach, green marble pebbles, the water, so very blue. As I walked Iona, felt the sand under my feet, there seemed to be no trace of the blood of the monks spilled there. But, I couldn't staring out across the water, wondering what it must have been like to see Viking ships on the water approaching the shore.

Iona . . . some of the oldest rocks on Earth are here. . .


My mind now flashes to the coastal waters I know very well. Coastal waters now bathed in crude oil. I am still in shock. I see the oil pouring through the gash in Mother's body. I see the oil pour from her like blood. She is in shock. I am also in shock.

This is a hard lesson. When the oil makes it to Florida, where I grew up, near where my father is buried, it will follow the nor'easter wind patterns, if they rise. These are the same, powerful winds that brought the slave ships to us, (or sank them). This is a physical AND a metaphysical disaster, and like my Granny used to say, "Goodbye ain't always gone. . . " We must reconcile the past, as the Vikings and the monks did on Iona. It took 1,000 years, but the water is washed clean of blood. The waters there are restored.

To hear the head of British Petroleum say that, "the environmental damage will be minimal" does not take into account the the past, the future, or anything else. We're ALL in it now-- and we're going to learn from this, hold ourselves accountable, because we all have something to do with this hunger for oil. An extreme learning curve up ahead.


I need courage. Courage to continue . . .

Spring has arrived

Hello my friends,

So many starts and stops.
I have been growing, living, trusting, running. . .

November 2009 I made it to Iona. Three busses, two ferries, and a mile walk in the dark to my deserted but lovely hostel. I spent four days on the island, in driving rain, surrounded by my thoughts. The silence, the relentless amounts of peace that such a level of silence can bring. I got to spend some time in Saint Oran's Chapel, and I'll never forget that time of communion. I'll upload some pics in my upcoming posts.

Also, in the month of November, my father died. It's a long story. He was dying as I sat in Saint Oran's Chapel, unbeknownst to me. I said prayers for my father, and my family, on both sides of the divide. I was not able to be with my father when he left this earth, but I did spend time with in on Iona. I am so grateful for that.

More to come.

Future Leaders of Earth (message #22)

Hello My Brothers and Sisters. This is Oran, your kin.

Be not afraid of the future. Worry not for all is well. Many are struggling to remain on this spinning earth. Many are electing to leave it rather than grow, change, evolve, as humans. Shocking as it may seem. Go with the flow of life. Follow the channel of positive energy. Do not dwell in the dark past.


A question?
(pause)

I am not one to make predictions. I have seen many an army and many a king and several queens rule. A new leader is necessary to wield the power from God. For that energy is changing. Everything Evolves. Even God! New God energy thinks, imagines, grows and renews itself.

Adopting leaders who only use ancient tools cannot lead using this new God energy.

You may imagine several Excaliburs and many who were born to wield the metal forged by St. Michael himself. You may also imagine that a bronze-age tool cannot do the work of a laser. There are leaders on your earth who rule from the world of the bronze age. As overlords. This becomes savagery. We have already lived those lives! I have seen the worst of it.

Future leaders of earth must listen to the messages they are receiving from the realms: Evolve. Rise. Change. Lead your people from God source. Not sword. Some will listen. Some will lose their lands and perhaps not for the betterment of the people.

Continue on.

Your Brother,
Oran

You Are Complete (Message #10)

This morning at 5:45 am I woke to the sound of someone knocking at the door. It was that "vaudeville," punch line knock. My only thought was, "Oh, isn't that funny. It's the crack of dawn, please leave me alone." But then, I heard the delicate ring of the bell that's tied to my front door. Hardly any sound at all, but I recognized that brassy ting.

Growing up, the daughter of a divorced mother with two children, we always had a bell hanging from our front door. A bell hanging from the door knob was like trip wire, a signal, a gentle sounding of the alarm. When I heard this sound this morning, I was sure that an intruder had cracked the cypher of the front door and was inside the chamber. I grabbed the heavy, palm-size rock under my pillow (yes, I sleep with a stone in my bed) and stormed through the living room, then into the kitchen. No one there but an old, headless dress form named Esmeralda. I took the false alarm as a message from beyond, put the pen to the moleskine and let the pen move. The message is below.

--The Gilded Butterfly

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(MESSAGE #10)


This is Oran, your brother and your kin.

You are whole. You are complete. You are one with all life. You are one w/ the Universe; and made of the same material. You are as close to God as you are to your own breath. You ARE God. Not A god. But part of the whole. The system. God. Part of the intricate pattern. We become separate. Disparate. We develop rituals and rules. But this is not God. Human inventions to prove that "I was here!" "This is my legacy, this language, this temple, this dance." Temples crumble. Language gets lost in a forgetful mouth. But, if you can remember to breathe, you remember your "place" in the great cosmic story. The story of oneness. It is told in one, calm breath.

Blessings, Your Brother,
Oran

In the Solitude (message #7)

Dear Friends,
This is Oran, your brother and your kin. There is life on your planet that will be revealed soon. “New” creatures/beings who have lived among you undetected for quite some time.

The time has come for revelation. Enlightenment for your world.

The Mayan Calendar as you know draws to a close-- or a new beginning. The end of very old patterns.

2012.

This is the time to begin your own transformation to a higher frequency and form. Not only new ways, technology, but the old ways-- musical sound patterns. Healing with the hands, sweat, the return to the land. Your are moving into a new phase of humankind, and communication the planes of existence are becoming more accessible to you. As more people explore the depths of who they “think” they are. You are changing. You are returning to a time where the immaterial is as important as the material. It may feel like you are being spilt in half. You are being “re-made.” It may seem that you are losing your mind-- but you are discovering the One Mind. You may seek shelter in solitude. Take it if it can be had. For there you can sense the living God in you. There you can feel the power of your own divinity.

Alone on my island I lived many years. Or, existed in another plane. I watch(ed?) the burial of many kings. I watched my own chapel melt into the ground. Centuries. But to be alone is not alone. To live with one’s solitude is to know God. Feel God. Feel peace. A moment of contemplation. Choose. Choose to feel the electricity coursing through you as you connect with God. And know in the solitude there is a multitude of beings also there. It seems like a contradiction perhaps. Alone but never alone. You but not you. It is joy my soul feels in communicating with you.


Blessings my friends.
Oran

(he draws the a-frame building)

The Saint and the Sewing Machine (message #6)

February 8, 2008


Dear Friends,
This is Oran. Your brother and your kin. Please see the good in all. Know that however dark the shadows become there is always always light. Be not lost in the illusion of this world.

It [this world] is a real as a chalkboard slate-- you may erase and rewrite your choices and alter the direction of your life as soon as you think of a thought. Sooner! Instantly.

Yes. I am real. A real human man living on the Isle of Iona. The guardian of this mystery, allowing me to write-- to communicate is the medium. For her assistance I am grateful. But, these are my words. You, Gilded Butterfly guide the pen, like fabric through a sewing machine. I electrify the stitches and create the design. This is information for those who are now asking, “how does this work?” Quite simply.

And now that you realize I can communicate with your through thought you may ask your question.


. . .
(There is a pause in the writing. . .)

Yes, there is life where I am. There is a version of my life, happening as memory around me. I choose to remain connected to many human ideas associated with my life on earth. No. Not a haunting. I live without illusion. Hauntings occur when there is no realization that the body is no longer in service. Cornwall. There is a King of Cornwall who is not aware that his body is “gone” and he haunts the battle site where he fell ions ago (I think he means eons, but in the quantum sense, ions may be exactly what he means). It is just like a human being remembering some form of wound. An emotional event over and over. That is a haunting, too.

How do you break this? You must realize that you are dreaming, and wake. Wake thyself. It is simple to do so. Let go of the wound. Let the skin close around it and heal. This is something to be learned.


Go now, my kin.

Blessings from Home.

Oran

(he draws the a-frame house)