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Dandelion

Making this years Dandelion mother tincture was a lesson in perfection.  I have been thinking about remaking this essence for over a year.  Yesterday, I drove to Kokee to check on a massive pasture of Dandelions that grows near the top of the mountain.  As I arrived, I was stunned to see a mower going back and forth through the meadow.  Without thinking, I grabbed my bowl and started picking.  80 or 90 flower heads later, I added water and placed the bowl on a large rock, which was near the entrance.

My connection with the energy of the Dandelion was different from the last time we met.  This time, I was primarily aware that it was all Consciousness.  Consciousness gathering and speaking to the flower and Consciousness as the Dandelion Deva.  No difference.

I left the meadow and the guy on the mower drove by and waved.  Not just any look and wave.  This was a look that I imagine came from the Shaman.  A look at the essence of it all through the eyes of the mower man.  The bowl was left on the rock, in the sun, under the protection of  mower man.

My friend, Ken Stokes, and I drove to the end of the road at 10 mile camp and headed off for a hike.  Flowers, mosses, Redwood branches, cliffs dropping thousands of feet below.  Hours later the mist settled in.  A gentle mist that covered the rain forest, heading towards the swamp.  That kind of rain is a blessing rain in Hawaii.  We headed back down to see what fate had befallen the bowl full of Dandelions.

There it was.  Sparkling magically.  The meadow was a grass field.  Two men were setting up a tent.  After a few questions, they answered that they thought the bowl was a gift to the gods, so they didn’t go near it.  That sounds good to me.

No stress in this job.  Dandelion essence is a relief of mental stress and muscle tension from too much mental stress.  Maybe you like try?

One Response to “Dandelion”

  1. lynette Says:

    Tending to roses i grow weary of thorns
    the delicate scent sends me dreaming…

    A vast field – This color i’ve never seen before
    The color of Awake – it blinds me

    Give me the weeded-field of Dandelions
    over Maya’s prize-winning rose

    Time to awake
    to a different dream
    The stranger is waiting…
    Waiting to bring a gift of something New

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