Yesterday, I took G/Son to see the WonderWoman movie. Before the movie started, we got, of course, about 15 minutes of previews. One of the previews was for Dunkirk, a movie with the motto: “When 400,000 men couldn’t get home, home came for them.” The movie tells the story of how, when German military maneuvers left British and French troops, stranded on the northern coast of France, England mobilized an evacuation force that included many small fishing and pleasure boats. There were serious losses, but Dunkirk is remembered mainly for the rescues. Wikipedia notes that: “The last of the British Army left on 3 June, and at 10:50, Tennant signalled Ramsay to say ‘Operation completed. Returning to Dover.’ However, Churchill insisted on coming back for the French, so the Royal Navy returned on 4 June in an attempt to rescue as many as possible of the French rearguard. Over 26,000 French soldiers were evacuated on that last day,” although many were lost.
At the end of the trailer, I was angry and in tears. After all those losses, we just let President Bannon and other Nazis waltz right into our White House. And, there they sit. After all the sacrifices in England, and France, and America, after millions and millions dead, the Nazis are in our White House, running our country, making our foreign policy. I would call Bannon, Gorka, and their ilk Grima Wormtongue, except that Trump is no decent-but-sadly-corrupted King Theodan (and, trust me, Ivanka is no Shield Maiden of Rohan).
And, so we have to confront, as never Dion Fortune and her society had to do, an enemy already in control of the levers of our government. The calls, so to speak, are coming from inside the house. This week, let’s call an internal force for protection. Let’s call America’s trees. (If you’re interested in how trees communicate with each other, provide protection, and generally act in their own interest, you should read a short little book entitled The Hidden Life of Trees: What They Feel & How They Communicate — Discoveries from a Secret World)
Both Britain and America (as well, I imagine, as some other countries) have myths about the trees protecting the land. Last week, we worked with Johnny Appleseed, who planted apple trees, to give cider, all over eastern America and southern Canada. Some of those trees survive today, ripening apples and providing shade. And many of their great, great, great grand-seeds drop apples every summer. We need help. Let’s ask them.
America is a land of trees. From the balsam firs of Minnesota, to the beech-birch-maple forests of Maine, to the moon-magicked loblolly pine trees of Alabama, to the big cone spruce of southern California, to the grand firs of Oregon, to the ghost chestnut trees that once covered all of eastern America, we live within a covering of trees and exist inside their mycelia-based network. Can you find yourself within this network of trees?
Now’s probably a good time to remind everyone to check/refresh the wards on your home or wherever you do this work. Be sure that you’re rested, grounded, and in a comfortable position.
Anchor yourself firmly to your landbase. Notice a small detail that will call you back when this working is finished.
Ground and center. Cast a circle.
As you move astrally to our American plain on the astral plane, you can see again the safe hillock where you do your work. You can see the five giant banners, shining in the sky: Walden Pond, the Underground Railroad, the Cowboy, the Salmon, and Lady Liberty. Do they seem more defined since we began our work? Do they have anything special to tell you this week?
The American plains were one of the very few place upon the continent that did not have trees. Grasses, yes. Trees, not so much. And, so, it was as if America was encircled by a forest of trees, with grasses and desert at its center.
If you stand upon your hillock, you can see all of the trees that encircle America. You can run your own roots into the ground and feel the mycelia connect your roots to all of the plants, grasses, and trees in America. You can call to them for protection, for aid, for courage in the face of Nazis.
See America’s trees encircling Her with forest of protection. Ask the trees to shield us from the attack within. Just as our threat comes from within, so will our protection.
Know that you are a powerful worker of magic, rooted in your very own landbase, working with the strong archetypes of this land, assisted by countless unseen others who labor in league with you. You and America’s trees can save us from the enemy within.
Return to your own body, your own landbase. Open your eyes. Rub your face, move your arms and legs. Notice the detail you selected to call you back from the astral. Open your circle. Drink something, maybe some apple-cinnamon tee. If you like, have something to eat, maybe a plum or a handful of raisins.
During the course of this week, you may want to visit the bannered prairie several times in order to strengthen its presence on the astral. You may want to repeat this working several times. You may want to place a picture of a tree or seed on your altar. You may want to journal about it. Are you inspired to make any art? Can you sit beside a warm fire, or light incense, or stare into a candle? What actions are you inspired to take for the Resistance? If you’re willing, please share in comments what happened and how this working went.
Picture found here.