A Teaching from the Ancient Hickory Tree on Non-Attachment and Love

There is a 200 acre Christmas tree farm across the main street from my quiet lane and I am so blessed that the farmer has given me permission to walk this magical place.

In my walk around the farm two evenings ago, I had a good chat with the huge old Hickory tree that I visit every time I go there. It is not doing that well (in my mind) and had lost another good-sized limb.

Yet this is what the tree told me: “I’m doing fine. I’m not attached being here forever. I know I won’t be and that is how it is meant to be. Yes, I’m getting older and yes, I lost that big limb and my leaves don’t look that great. But this is how it is and I’m not attached or sad or depressed that I don’t look that healthy. I’m not supposed to stay healthy forver and grow here forever.

“You humans have much to learn in these regards. You are so attached to this or that, or another person or your life. Don’t you see that you are here in the physical as a continuum of your beingness, your soul.

“I love when you come here and offer me tobacco and love, and I know you are growing in your capacity to feel the love that I send back to you. Your visits are a beautiful thing and it gives me joy when you feel my call to you to come visit me.

“Now that your capacity to hear me is getting stronger and stronger, I can teach you more each time you come. There is much wisdom that I have been waiting to share with you but your busy mind was not opening up to my messages. You are usually so wrapped up in your anxieties and planning when you come here to see me and walk the farm. I would love to see you learn how to completely walk the farm and visit me with a still mind. This would be very good for you. And for the farm too, as you will be blessing the farm with your presence more if you can do that more.

“So that is the teaching for the day.

“Oh, and yes, you can tune in to me from your home too. All you need to do is to connect with me spiritually and I will communicate with you.

“I love you.

“You have no idea how much you are loved on the Spirit planes by so many. So many. You are such a committed daughter to Earth Mother. We are doing all that we can to take care of you and send you so much love and healing energy with all of your struggles.

“Feel our love and take it in to the very center of your cells.

“Breathe it in.

“It’s more real than most of the stuff you think during the day.

“Okay, that’s enough for today. I will see you again.

“Remember – Non-attachment. You will be so much happier when you can truly live from that place.

“See you again soon. Love.”


Image from the Internet. The Hickory Tree does not care to have its photo taken.

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Latest Newsletter from Mare – “Mother Has a Plan. Another Initiation… More”

For weekend reading…
(Do go outside and Connect with Mother Gaia, a tree, a flower, your garden, local park… do go… xoxoxo )

Messages from Mother (TM)

Latest newsletter… whoosh, just sent out in the cyberrealms, to land even here. 😉


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“Knighted” and “Priestess-ed” in the Forest…

I really need to go to bed, but also need to share this piece. Sometimes in these adventures, you really can’t make this stuff up. Here’s to growing, changing and evolving… ! xoxoxo

Messages from Mother (TM)

This is the lead piece in my newsletter that goes out shortly. Full newsletter here. Yes, this whole story is true. Being a mystic is a bit wild and humbling at times. xoxoxo


Well… the ‘interesting’ adventures are only expanding. And my sense is that I’m not alone. A good number of us are being spiritually pushed to go deep and shed old “stuff” and experience rather remarkable mystical phenomena.

And I’m realizing that it’s time for me to start sharing these adventures more openly. For years I’ve kept these phenomena in my life rather quiet. “They are going to think I’m really weird.” “No one will talk with me or understand if I share…”

All of those shadow voices have hindered me from going public with most of the mystical experiences I’ve been having for a long time.

It’s time for me to get over this.


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Recent Message from Mother on Crop Circles on YouTube & Where to Catch Other Messages (more than here these days… ;~) xoxox

Updates on where to catch the more recent messages from Mother Gaia via Mare. And Crop Circle message link for YouTube message from this week. xoxox

Messages from Mother (TM)

Beautiful ones,

I’m not finding the time to post all the messages that are coming in from Mother here on this blog as much as I would like. Stretched a bit thin with event organizing, paperwork, etc.

But the conversations between myself and Mother Gaia are intense these days. And fun and good.

If you want to track me and the more simple messages – please friend or follow me on Facebook.

I’ve also posted a recent message from Mother about her angle on Crop Circles on YouTube and will be doing more there in the coming weeks and months. There are others there from the past year, plus too.

Plus some of these messages are ones that Mother is encouraging me to ask folks to pay a small fee for accessing. Some of those can be found here on my website from the winter (2017).

Mother is ramping…

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Message from Mother Gaia, 5/25/17 – “You are not meant to play small… “


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Dear World, I Love You – Poem by Mare

Dear World,

I love you.

I love your curves in the rivers,

The volcanoes that release such potent steam and


The waves that calm me on the beach.


I love your people, my people.

I love the givers, the good-hearted,

The kind.


I love those soul-wounded ones who have yet to wake up

And don’t understand yet.

They don’t understand how wounded they are in their

Actions that serve the illusions of the stock market and

Big bank accounts.


I love the ones who persist in thinking that energy can only be

Sourced from somewhere deep in Mother Gaia’s bones.

Their resistance to waking up calls on my deepest compassion

That is not so easy for me to find every minute of

Every day.

But I’m trying.


I love those who think that women are lesser along with people

Who look different than they do. Since I know they are soul-wounded too,

And their blindness and the thorns in their hearts are

Blocking them from knowing that we are all One.


I love the ones who burn and slash the forests to line some very few

People’s bank accounts since they too have chained themselves to an

Illusion that is so short-term.


There are so many chained to the illusions, and I hold all of them in


This is where I sit this morning. As the

Sun shines such glorious healing energies down on trees that

Think it might be Spring but are wise enough to pause their

Flowering with the freezing last night.

And the frost sprinkled on the clover this morning

Under my bare feet

Reminded me it was time for me to Wake up

Even more, also.


I hold the Love.

Grateful for the frost,

The trees,

The healers,

The Sun,

And my

Bare feet.


(c) Mare Cromwell

Buckeystown, Maryland

March 4, 2017


(Artist unknown)



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On the Broken Christ & Gaia – Poem by Mare

On the Broken Christ & Gaia


I have been dogsitting

With the Christ who is

Missing some fingers,

Longing for his healing touch

But only broken ways to beam

Light and Love.

And the dead moth on the

Plastic windowsill quietly

Waiting for the World to End.

So quietly.

With picket fences separating

Me from You, while the

Train cries to the station.

Whose station?

Is there a

Cross at that Station?


I have been dogsitting

With sweetness in big brown

Eyes longing for Love that

Christ could not give with those

Missing fingers from the mantel.

As the gentle family of Latter Day

Saints were gone.

I wondered about their Saints

Wandering by the toys on the

Floor, cooking on the granite

Counters, feeding the gerbil,

Examining the photos of such

Beautiful children.


Hoping their Saints will come

Forward too and Keep the World

From Ending. As

Gaia does her Dance around the Sun,

And I listen.

For the dog at the door.

For Gaia’s kind direction.

For the train that zips,

For my heart to still and


In these tremendously tremulous times,

I trust.

And wonder if Christ will find his fingers to

Lay them into the hand of Gaia to bring Hope and

Light and

Big Love

Wholly on us again?

I trust.





Adamstown, Maryland


Painting detail  – by Michaelango, Sistine Chapel


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