Sunstar Letters of the Elven

Peach robed, star eyed, the Elders arrived from Andromeda so long ago, as one of the earliest alliances of Earth. For the architecture of their consciousness was able to arrive to the Celestial Spirit of Earth

Through the many stellar portals of their voyage, they were able to create an echoing corridor and proximity of dimensions, enabling many of the Star Council of Earth’s first Elders to arrive here. The Andromedan awareness is of interfused realms, of simultaneity and star creation. They feel the adjacent spheres of potential, in a consciousness that is peaceful, wise and co-creative

They live by the pulse and tempo of the heartbeat of the Andromeda galaxy, pulsing through and making a symphonic of chords with the light tones of our own. There is a sense of cadence and rhythm, a heightened awareness of Divine destiny, order and timing, that is felt through a heart intelligence as the music of Creation. This is so innate, that the Andromedan Elders can come across as profoundl...

“Did I talk about how a comfortable path for me would be Tibetan Buddhism but that being a self-arising shaman is apparently the path of most self growth in this [lifetime] because I really have to believe in myself.”

~ Nancy Sherwood

Here beside the lake, where yarrow, golden rod and wild aster grow, where the eagle passes overhead, the loon calls and dragonflies dance - here lives Nancy ‘Dancing Light’ Sherwood, my shamanic teacher.

A hidden Elder of the Earth: she sits beside the ice and dragonfly dreams of a lake, in the Canadian maritime province of Nova Scotia. A treasure, kept here. She is precious: like a subtly faceted stone, formed by the aeons, so that whispers of her spirit’s journey shine through. She is a Golden Shining One, her gentle brown eyes and native beauty: a beauty woven by lifetimes of wild, graceful and reverent practice until she is distilled to this: like a strand of goldenrod growing beside the lake, so natural.

  Here, between the highway and the ...

Night of Ingwavuma

Monday, 6th November, 2017

Timbavati, South Africa

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dusk beside the watering hole

the young cub capers around his mother and aunt, Khanezi and Khanesa

a dusty clearing in the trees

his soft tawny presence

Ingwavuma

later, it is lightning and stars, the roars of the distant lions

We had received the tenth glyph, the Golden Flame of the Everlasting Stars, under the trees, in the place where the golden moth lay. Releasing the beauty of the tree planting, of the White Apple, to rest and quest once more in the illuminations of the Dawn, returning to pure perception

exquisite transmissions and song tumbling through, messages spoken, drum and bell

and we sang in the dusk, as the light faded, and lionesses paced around us and laid themselves around our truck in the dusk. And capering, playing, coming ever closer, is the lion cub Ingwavuma

and I slipped into trance, falling deep within, pulled on a cord of light to an encounter, to the alliance foretold, wi...

Lion & Elven One

Freeing the Angel of Creation

Entering the Timeline of the Shining Ones

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Becoming the People of Remembering, the People of the Stars.

Everything is altering, forever

Another timeline is being accessed within ourselves, a completely beautiful and different way of being, a liberation from suffering and struggle, a liberation from fear

A new sovereignty is blossoming within us, a new freedom to be ourselves

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Founder lineages, Guardians, Guardian Founders ~ the Elven and the Leonine races

Guardians of the original blueprints underlying all of Creation, and the original design of angelic human 12 strand DNA

All the Guardian races on earth are considered Amenti races

Guardian, Elder, Dreamer, Shining One

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I see them meeting, as at Rivendell, under an ancient and immortal sky, the Elven and Star Lions, the Lion Elders. And there is an agreement to re-inspire the heart to ancient beauty, to re-activate angelic intelligence in human beings.

Opalescent...

Lapland 

Kayaking Expedition

August 2017

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I wanted to share of my time in Lapland, that has been more deeply life-changing and inspiring than I can give words to... it beauty and gifts and revelations still dancing through me….

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Rain, pine smoke, crowberry flowers

harebells, Siberian jay

rosebay willow herb ~ magenta spires

pine and birch ~ yarrow

Waters like darkest sapphire, skies of cloud, a horizon of forest

following the waterways of the Great Lake ~ Lake Inari

a reindeer bounding through the trees ~ disappearing

darkest sapphire waters become heavy and rippled with wind

Star of the Sea

Star of the Sea

like an incantation through my mind

over and over again

shedding the small self like a dark cobweb so long wound around the Brightest Light

Darkly beautiful sapphire water ~ the lake reveals herself as a Sirian star goddess long landed, transmuted into her great watery form here in Lapland, rising up, ancient beautiful star codes ~ it is time, it is almos...

Starlight Language Weekend

10th & 11th June, 2017

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Another beyond beautiful Elvenstar weekend.

12 come together, sitting in our room that is like a cave in the Goddess House in Avalon.

A sound chamber, with the magnolia tree outside the window.

I offer the pure starlight transmission of the Fourth Glyph ~ the glyph of Starlight Listening and Language. By drum and Elven starlight language, around the altar filled with the golden galactic butterflies. The glyph painted in silver upon every brow.

Accessing the codes for the music of the Soul, releasing the blocks and restrictions, the dominion of silence. The angelic voice, the other-dimensional voice, that carries the realities of another world, spiralling through into this one.

This is the beginning of a world where we allow ourselves to be heard, where the other-dimensional voice of the soul begins to speak.

We travel into the Grove of Arianrhod, where so long ago the Elders wove the glyphs of the Silver Wheel into thirt...

As I danced beneath the copper beech, in the shade amongst the cow parsley, flickering gestures, a peach cloak of stars descends, a gentler grade of white starlight than ever before, weaving my Elven Stellar body into this world, entering dimensionally and burning away the fears and lostness with a gentle wildness

One is called forward, and forward, into existence. The full magical Elven heritage and soul would step through. It is hard to be asked to step existing in the way that your human self always has ~ hard and beautiful to be burnt away by this white-golden fire ~ to be made anew in the rainbow flames of the Dawn. To see the cocoon in which you have dwelt vanishing before your eyes. And to discover that you hold the treasures of a beautiful inheritance ~ and that it is quite real ~ and more solid than all the chimeras that held you bound.

Once I step into the magical embodiment, follow the calling, a great Peace descends. The white star-fire paths of the New Earth unfold ar...

Star Companions Retreat

Pistyll Rhaeadr, May 2017

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Each morning we arose to the Sunstar Drumming ~ the flames of the Elven directions lit in the great ceremonial yurt ~ drumming and chanting in the circle of those who softly gathered. Drumming the sun as it lights up the western ridge of the hills ~ as golden footsteps travel the land. Drumming that realm of gold-white, the heart of the sun and its benediction and blessing upon our day. It is beautiful ~ gentle, frequencies of white and golden radiance building and sweeping through, a most delicate song, and at times a thundering drum, of the far light within and without. Of the solar light codes like beautiful white pods thrumming into presence. Delicate, beautiful, powerful, a wise grace stirring and awakening. An Immortal Grace that is held deep within, that is attuned to the cadences of the Light beyond light.

Each day the Great Crystal Cavern, the Chamber of the Shining Ones within the waterfall, behind the curtain of the w...

Like the far realms within the scent of the rose, from far far away other-dimensional gifts are unfurling, entering sentience ~ far lights sparking from an impossible distance that is now present ~ as galaxies, star systems, our sun and Gaia merge in a reunion of stellar realms, kindred vision and alliance

Within these far golden spheres, architectures are re-forming ~ templates of inter-dimensional existence. Bridges and archways are spun, stellar causeways long dreamt in other realms.

And each of us a stellar, golden temple, a Golden Rose of the Dawn ~ how beautiful, beautiful, beautiful it is to be connected again to the great spheres and far stars of Creation ~ a sequence of exquisite temples linked by bridges of Light

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Sunstar Ceremony

2 Day Ceremony in Avalon

22nd & 23rd April

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Another beautiful weekend where the frequencies of a new Solar Age, of a New Dawn, flowed through.

Under the leafing trees of Avalon, we quested for long-lost other-dimensional gifts whose time it is to return. For this is a time of returning skills, abilities and talents that we never knew we had. Gifts that have been stored away and hidden far away in other dimensions, that were not energetically compatible with the realms of density through which we have travelled, yet now as we ascend they begin to glimmer and shine, to make themselves visible, to send out a call to us that they wish to be found and activated in this Eternal Now moment.

In the teachings of Silver Wheel, these lost treasures, long held and hidden, are symbolized by the Moonstone Orb. This Orb holds the subtle inner iridescence, the shifting hues of the rainbow moonstone.

Pale and mysterious, it holds the dreams that have become hidden througho...