by Theresa C. Dintino
We spend much of our time listening to the trees.
We are a collective of diviners, we call ourselves Strega Tree. We are medicine people, Goddess devotees from many traditions and backgrounds but we spend much of our time out in the wild listening to the trees.
The trees are teaching us and guiding us how to walk the path: the path of our ancient foremothers, the path of truth.
Many come and all are welcomed. There is much healing offered, many gifts to share.
This time has been foretold. The return of women’s medicine to the planet. The time our great-grandmothers knew would come. The time they have been waiting for, to return the lineages to the Earth. The ones they tucked away for a time such as this. Who will listen? Who will join?
The diaspora was hard on the witches, the wise people, the sorcerers, the conjurers, the diviners, the prayer speakers. But they hid the lineages in the Earth to be called back up through the trees. If we have but ears to listen.
This is so much more than ancestral yet the ancestors are here to help.
This is a global planetary event that requires all peoples taking ownership of our indigenous selves.
What do you wish to create? What do you wish to remember? Remember. Re-member? To put back together?
You have but to sit by the trees and listen. Do you know how to listen? When you listen you are not thinking. Rather you “become” a Question. Do you see how the word “Quest” hides in the word “Question?”
Only then can you hear. The trees will answer your question. It may not be what you want to hear but it IS what they have to say.
They are connected to the intricate root systems of the above and the below.
Hollow bones: they channel. We listen and repeat.
How do I walk on this Earth with the current conditions and stay in integrity?
Offer water to a tree. “Clear the way for me to hear.”
What does the medicine want? Need? How shall I best feed it?
Medicine lineages are alive and have a soul. These souls are eternal and held as patterns that repeat. All the secrets of the lineage are held in this pattern but these are only there to be opened by the lineage holder. The lineages were left hidden by our ancestors— sometimes our very own selves— with the help of the elemental beings who guard and protect them and wait for their people to return and open them once again.
The keys to the lineages were left to the trees.
We spend much of our time in the wild listening to the trees.
Latest posts by Theresa C Dintino (see all)
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