The Song of the Whale

Long ago, the waters were calm, and the Earth’s pulse was steady. But the people had forgotten the ways of the river and the deep sea. The balance of the world was disturbed, and whispers of unrest echoed through the trees.

The Great Spirit saw this and sent the Whale, the ancient keeper of the waters, to remind the people of the flow that connects all living things. The Whale rose from the ocean, its massive body breaking the surface like a great mountain emerging from the sea. Its song was a deep, vibrating call that shook the skies.

The people listened as the Whale spoke through the waves. It taught them the sacred rhythm of the Earth’s pulse, the swaying of the trees, the rush of the rivers, and the ebb and flow of the tides. Its patterns, etched on the skin of the Whale, mirrored the designs of the sky, the trees, and the earth beneath their feet.

The Whale asked nothing of the people but for them to remember: “You are not separate from the land, the air, or the water. You are all connected by the same song, and in silence, you must listen.”

The people returned to their villages, their hearts filled with a new understanding. They spoke less, but their words were filled with meaning. They remembered the Whale's song in every breath and step they took.

To this day, the elders speak of the Whale, whose call still carries on the wind and through the water: “Listen to the Earth, listen to the water, and remember, we are all part of the same song.”
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Amanda "Precious -NFS-" Calm - 1 day, 17 hours ago

There is Beauty in silence .
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Amanda "Precious -NFS-" Calm - 3 days, 20 hours ago

Summoning the storm .
When all else fails and energy's are blocked we call upon all the elementals to come together this has great and powerful affect by cleansing our Mother Earth 🌍 and our own bodies and so if you feel blocked in any way try summoning the storm.
Have a Blessed day 💜
Amanda "Precious -NFS-" Calm - 4 days, 17 hours ago

Silver~
"How many years of beauty do I have left?
she asks me.
How many more do you want?
Here. Here is 34. Here is 50.
When you are 80 years old
and your beauty rises in ways
your cells cannot even imagine now
and your wild bones grow luminous and
ripe, having carried the weight
of a passionate life.
When your hair is aflame
with winter
and you have decades of
learning and leaving and loving
sewn into
the corners of your eyes
and your children come home
to find their own history
in your face.
When you know what it feels like to fail
ferociously
and have gained the
capacity
to rise and rise and rise again.
When you can make your tea
on a quiet and ridiculously lonely afternoon
and still have a song in your heart
Queen owl wings beating
beneath the cotton of your sweater.
Because your beauty began there
beneath the sweater and the skin,
remember?
This is when I will take you
into my arms and coo
YOU BRAVE AND GLORIOUS THING
you’ve come so far.
I see you.
Your beauty is breathtaking."
~ Jeannette Encinias
Amanda "Precious -NFS-" Calm - 6 days ago