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Old man of the woods

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A while back I found a very old oak tree in some fields where I have been walking for many years (I also found two dead badgers there). Anyhow, I went back to this tree - my third visit in fact. Though the pictures you see here are not actually from that oak but from another somewhere else.... [This is getting rather random... - Ed] [Maybe I should start again? - Crone] [I think hat would be a good idea. - Ed.]



One of the organisers of the Finland trip has done a lot of work on pareidolia - perceiving faces and forms in nature. that encouraged me to look for such forms on my wanders and I quite liked these... though they are not as good as the face of the goddess in the Goddess Oak.



Still, they inspired that title. The day afterwards, I visited a huge old oak who has lost most of his branches - one I found in familiar fields maybe a year ago. As I was sitting with the tree, I felt that his name was Domus and he was the Grandfather Oak. Domus means something like farmstead - and provides the root for domicile and domestic.


I did take pictures, but they didn't come out very well.


In terms of the tree's wisdom, I had the sense of the oak being related to the Lynx Woman of my shamanic journeys. She is called, it turns out, Radamata, which could suggest Root Mother. She described herself as a Mother and told me that I was very young. I had to break out of my shell and Crow could pull off the pieces if I broke it. One day, I would fly, like a frigate bird. Radamata gave me goat's milk to drink. She had a red and a blue bead braided into her hair, which seemed significant as when I first met her she gave me a piece of material half red and half blue.


Crazy as all this is, I saw a hare afterwards. So clearly it was all very real. [What the...??? - Ed.]

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maplekey4
Apr 30, 2024

I remember how years ago I enjoyed finding out about the word "pareidolia" and its meaning. It's like exercising the imagination. I've downloaded the PDF to read. Great image of young-you breaking out of the shell (with some help from a crow-friend) and the anticipation of flying. Cool.

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