Tuesday, July 30, 2013
My Lady of the Woods: Part 2 Adopted into the Family
When I was little my cousin and I built a large tree house in the trees about two miles off in the woods beind his house in North Texas. When the evening arrived we finally talked our parents into letting us camp out in it on a hot summer day. I guess they thought that we would not endure the heat and would be traipsing in around supper time. Even though we were excited we finally managed to fall asleep. Later when the moon was full and bright we were awoken by the sound of leaves and sticks rustling and snapping. We looked at each other bright eyed and waiting, noticing that the sounds were getting louder. We were livid with the jitters when the sound stopped right under our tree house. After the hair on the back of our necks would not relax, we slowly took a peek down through the cracks in our floor. There, about a foot away from the bottom of our floor was a strangely looking human face with two shiny eyes glaring back at us.
I told that story for years as a kid with a creative imagination. But the story is the only untruth that you will find in My Lady of the Woods. The tree house was actually a cabin that never got finished. But I held that story dear for years after we stopped working on the cabin. It was exciting and I wanted it to be true after having seen a figure off in the distance looking back at my cousin and I. The figure barely moved about five hundred yards away, leaning up against a tree. That was my only encounter with the people from the woods until recently.
I called Thomas Hughes again a couple of days later and asked him how I should continue. It was a real eye opener to find out that a big female, who lives in the woods up where I live, knew who I was. As we spoke he began to slip into the language of the universe. It was a choppy, square sounding language yet very simple. He came back to me and said, “She says that you already know what to do and that she has been talking to you for the last two days.” The shock was gone but the excitement grew. I said, “I have been hearing some one calling me Cowboy in my head for the last two days, but I don't know what that means. I mean, I'm not a cowboy.” She chimed in with mind speak and told Thomas that she has been calling me Cowboy because of the neat things that I can make out of two sticks. I didn't understand what all that was about but later It hit me.
My wife, two daughters and I are outdoors people. We go hiking, camping, canoeing, swimming in lakes and rivers most of our spare time. On every outing we always pick up beaver chewed sticks. We walk with them and take them home and build things out of them. How did she know that? As I was working the next morning, my oldest daughter gave me a call. “Dad! We just had some pebbles tossed in front of us on the trail, we smiled at each other and pretended not to have heard and they tossed more even louder!” There was nobody else around. I had learned so much by now from Thomas that I knew that this was conformation for our families to have a meeting. My Lady of the woods had asked Thomas earlier to ask me how I would feel about my kids meeting her kids. Yes. The future was bright.
The next day my family and I went to the lake in order to make contact. I had no idea what to expect but I only knew that I wanted to experience it with my wife and two daughters. They were as excited as I was. Equipped with a big bag of sunflower seeds for a peace offering, we headed out to our swimming beach off the beaten path. As most people don't like to walk, we have never encountered anyone else; at least not the kind of people that we were used to meeting. As we were walking through the woods my wife reached down and picked up a beautiful rock. She said, “She left this for me.” “Who did?” I asked. “The lady of the woods. The lady of the woods left this just for me. I can still smell the palm of her hand.” I was as bright eyed as the kids. She left some sunflower seeds at the same spot and we continued. We were amazed to find a pyramid of small stones on the trail to the beach with a feather sticking straight up from them. My oldest daughter found it and said, “Look! Look what they left for us!” Our peace offering was met well. We left more sunflower seeds there too. As we got to the beach, there were two sticks there left in the sand. One was sticking in the ground with the fork sticking up. And the other was laying perfectly aligned with the direction of the fork. I thought that maybe a fisherman had left it there at first. But there are no fishermen where we go. We were puzzled by the sticks but enjoyed our swim.
Later that evening is when it all came together. I called Thomas and excitedly began to tell about the adventure. He began to slip off in to mind speak and began to talk to My Lady of the Woods, only this time I too was picking up the yes and no answers. My beginning stages of mind speak had begun. He told me that the stone was, in fact, left for my wife. And the feather was for all of us. She asked Thomas not to tell me her name because it was up to me to learn how to find out. Then she told Thomas and I the most beautiful thing. She said that she left the sticks there to protect us. Those sticks tell all other clans that me, my mate, and my two kids belong in her family now. She told me that because I had taken my family into the woods alone without guns or cameras showed trust.
This was as exciting as it was new so I asked Thomas to describe the rock, feathers, and sticks. It was going to be hard for him as he and I live on opposite sides of Texas from one another. He began to speak with My Lady of the Woods again in mind speak. He was talking to both of us at the same time. He listened to her and said, “ She said that the rock was left for your mate.” “I know that, Man. What did it look like?” I asked. “Wait... yes.... Okay... she said that the stone for your mate was an oval about two inches long and about an inch wide, off white, with a line through it. The feather was black with a hint of purple. And the two sticks were about two foot and one foot.” I was amazed! I said, “Okay, Okay...one of the sticks was a beaver stick. Ask her to tell you which one it was.” “She told me already. The beaver stick is the one that was lying on the ground.” Amazing! I ran in the house and asked my wife for the stone and my daughter for the feather. They were spot on! My daughter told me that the feather had lost some purple that was on it earlier. Wow! The sticks are still there today. We see them every three or four days when we go swimming.
I told Thomas that I had a confession to make. I would appreciate him telling me her reply about a lie I had created as a kid. I told him and her about the fictional tree house and that I was sorry for having made up such a story about her people. I told her that I was just so excited about meeting her people that I just couldn't contain myself. For the first time I heard more than just a yes and no answer. She said where we both heard, “It's okay, Cowboy. Good story!” And then we both heard her laugh.
My Lady of the Woods
There are a couple of untruths and I will point them out. Everything else that I am about to tell you is true. Had I began writing this twenty years ago, I would have had myself committed to a home for people who wear white jackets and eat cafeteria food. Now, at this time in my life, I have seen beyond the veil. I no longer need my eyes to show me something that I can touch with my fingers. I no longer need my peers to tell me whether or not I am okay in their book. I have realized that I know that which I know, while no longer believing anything ever again. I will give you the chance to decide whether or not you wish to know real answers or just answers that your fear approves of.
This snow flake that we call creation is more intricate than we could ever possibly imagine. It is known that thought manifests matter, right? And matter vibrates at different speeds. Now realize that some speeds are too fast for the naked eye and or too slow. Now, know that forever is not limited to time. Forever goes to the left and to the right, forward and backward, and my favorite, big to little and little to big. So, It's easy to see that it is possible that we humans could have (and most probably) over looked a thing or two. Looking with our eyes and only seeing one breath of Mysteries long and fruitful life, has satisfied most of us for a long time. But the life that Mystery is, is full of breaths that can not be seen with human eyes. These breaths must be felt.
I came across a man a few months ago that was the subject of an interview that explained things like I had never heard anyone explain before. Every word that he said not only resonated with me, but I knew to be true. His personality was right on target. He was funny, sarcastic and he told the truth. Thomas Hughes has given many interviews and all of them harmonize with one another. Even though each interview covers slightly different material, the content never wavers or disappoints. We have all heard of telepathy but few have heard of Mind Speak. Mr Hughes mind speaks with people who have been here as long as we have. They have avoided us, with good reason, for as long as any ancient texts remember. I know that these people are here, watching from the sidelines as we lie, kill, steal, rape, and war with one another. I know because I have seen one from a long way off, standing there, watching me.
I sent Thomas a friend request on facebook and he friended me back after sending him a message at the same time. I thanked him for telling the truth about the people who live in the woods. I thanked him for telling the world that they have names, love their kids, are very funny, and are our brothers and sisters. He sent me his phone number and we have become friends over the last half a year. One of the very first phone calls with Thomas was the life changer that came with goosebumps. Thomas and I had spoken often about his friend who helped him with mind speak years ago. She is a very special lady who lives in the woods around Southern Texas. As I asked Thomas about my first steps in contacting these fascinating people, he began to mind speak with a female. He then said to me, “ She told me to tell you not to think, Johnny, feel.” “What? Who said what?” He told me again what she told him to tell me. “You mean that your friend knows who I am, Thomas?” I asked. “Not her,” he said. “I am mind speaking with a woman, right now, who lives up in North Texas, by you!” “She knows who you are. She has been listening to you speak to the woods all of your life. She told me to tell you to stop thinking and feel.” I was blown away! There was silence for a while as I noticed my goosebumps. I had no idea how exciting my life was about to become...