Becky Beaver’s Divine Gift

The story continues.  Blessed again this morning to have fellowship with Becky the Beaver, who by the way is actually Becky Beaverton.  I know, how cute and ironic is that?!

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It is the early morning.  I am a light sleeper and the first to get up.  The coals from last night’s fire are but embers and I feel a chill in the air.  There is no movement in the water beside the shore, or at least in the darkness I can’t see any water ripples so I assume Sammy the Salmon is still comfortably floating, asleep on the surface of the water, belly up, his preference he tells me, “So that I can say good-night to Mr. Moon and ask him to watch over me just as I doze off and in the morning the first thing I will see is the twinkle of Ms. Sun as she starts to creep her way upwards from the water’s edge, telling me it is time to get up.”

Lesson 1:  Open Your Heart & Hear

When I heard that from Sammy I said, “Oh.  How human Sammy.  How’d you get like that?  Did you learn it by hanging around us people?”  He snorted again, very loudly and very disgruntled, snapping back,

“How did I learn that; from people I hung around?  When will you ever learn my dear child that not everything or everyone learns from people.  Quite to the contrary, if you ‘people’ would open your hearts a bit more to ‘hear’ you might learn even more from all of us ‘non-people’.”

Finished, he shut up and I said nothing.  He snorted again and mumbled, Sorry.”

I sort of shake my head and prayerfully hope that no one is watching me chuckle to myself because surely they’d think I lost it.  And worse, if they asked me what I was smiling about and I told them, they’d really think I was bananas; a talking fish who likes to sleep belly up – and who tells me that we learn things from him and nature, not the other way around!

I sat on the smooth stone beside the fire reaching for some twigs to stoke it and get it going so that Becky would awake to some warmth and hot water for tea.  I took hold of a twig and my hand caught something.  Examining it I saw a straw tying a leaf

Woman & Divining Stick-Rod
Native Women with Divining Twig

around the twig.  “Weird,” I thought.  The twig was wrapped with the straw and leaf like I had so often wrapped gifts for family and friends.

I knew it had to be something from Becky; Sammy hadn’t shown any sentimental, gushy things like this in all the years I’d known him.  He outright told me he didn’t believe in any of this wishy washy kind of stuff.  He’d said that, “A simple thanks is more than sufficient.”  

The twig was rather odd shaped.  Depending on which end I held it, it looked like either the letter “Y” if held by the singular end, and when I held the split end it looked like a a pitchfork with missing prongs. I thought that perhaps Becky used it to catch fish with the two pronged end.

Lesson 2:  All is Connected & a Part of the One

Untying the straw the leaf unrolled and I opened it.  There was a note etched on the surface in what was Becky’s handwriting as I saw she’d signed it at the bottom with a heart.  I know what you’re thinking, “Beavers can’t write.”  Stay with me because if you’re still here then you also (think you) know beavers can’t talk.

Let’s read this note together.

My dear new and oldest friend.  You will never know how much you have helped ease the pain in my heart.  Before going to sleep I wanted to write this note and ask you to accept this gift, from me and my husband and two children.  It was actually their idea.  They spoke with me briefly after I had said my thank you’s and goodnights to Father and Mother.

This tiny twig belonged to my oldest son.  His name was Jared.  It was this twig that lead him to the woman who was his wife.  I only use that term because I know how you think, as a human, and I am not saying it is wrong.  Our beliefs are that when love comes through the door and the eyes of the soul connect, what you call marriage is instantaneously complete.  By complete I mean that a soul who had been divided evenly into two pieces upon earth entry, has found its way home to become whole. 

The twig you are holding, well her name is Divine, so named after Jared’s wife.

We, the Beaverton family (yes child, that is our family name), offer this to you, if you will have it.  It will connect you with us forever and perhaps it will help you in your quest for restoration and wholeness.  Think of the twin pronged end as being Jared and Divine.  It will be motivation and encouragement for you because I know the journey home, the journey to restoration is a long one and too often we are tempted to give up.

The energies of our entire family, for generations upon generations will now travel with you, if you will have us.  It is our honour to have been blessed with your own Divine presence.  If you need to leave before I arise in the morning, know that our Spirits will forever be a part of you wherever you may be.

Thank you my dear, dear long lost and oldest friend in this Universe.  We met before, we reunited again and shall do so repeatedly forever eternally.

Voyage embraced in peace, wrapped in love and filled with wisdom.     ~~ Becky

I didn’t realize it but there were tears streaking my cheek.  I tasted the salt on my lips.  I was lost, in another world until I heard Sammy snort, clearing the water out of his nostrils.  I didn’t want to talk right now so I kept silent hoping Sammy would take a moment or two before he broke the silence.  Becky’s soft breathing hadn’t changed so I knew she was still asleep.

I needed a few moments, alone with Mother and Father as they were still both clearly within my presence and view. “Silly old fool,” I thought to myself.

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That’s it for now folks.  I too was left in silence and knew today’s fellowship with Becky and friends was ending for today.  I too had a sniffle or two as Spirit spoke this message through me.

We are all more connected then we will ever know; me, you, Becky, Sammy, Ms. Divine the Twig, Sunrise and Moon set, all are connected.

As some will be aware there was a process called “divining” used by Native peoples and many others when looking to find sources of water.  Divining has many uses and is used in alternative healing therapies.  I suppose, as a Reiki Master you could say my hand is a “divining” instrument because it locates sources of disruption and unbalance in the

Divining Rod
Divining Rod (Twig) – Thousands of Years Old Practice

body’s energy flow.

But even more than this instrument of a divining rod or twig – just look at the power of the word “divine” and think about what it means when we are told that our parents are the Divine Father and Divine Mother.  Also connected there I can’t help but think of Yeshua’s words telling us that he is the vine and we are the branch:

John 15:1-5(KJV) “I am the true vine, and my Father is the husbandman. Every branch in me that beareth not fruit he taketh away: and every branch that beareth fruit, he purgeth it, that it may bring forth more fruit. Now ye are clean through the word which I have spoken unto you. Abide in me, and I in you. As the branch cannot bear fruit of itself, except it abide in the vine; no more can ye, except ye abide in me.

I am the vine, ye are the branches: He that abideth in me, and I in him, the same bringeth forth much fruit: for without me ye can do nothing.

Divinely yours ~~ Shammah

 

 

 

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