Bound to the Land

The Land chooses her own and sends her emissaries to find them and bring them home.

I didn’t intend to bind myself to the Land when we moved here.  It happened in stages, with clear milestones that I couldn’t see at the time.  I didn’t know what I’d done ’til it was done.  Had I known, I would have done it sooner.

Humans are the free will element of the Earth.  Our discernment, memory and imagination enable us to play and co-create with the Nature Powers in ways that other beings cannot.  Without our conscious awareness the Land lies in a dreamless sleep in which the seasons cycle untouched by time.  Nature needs us, despite appearances.

Dexter was her first emissary to us, and I almost missed him too.  I knew when I first saw him as a nine week old puppy that there was something different about him, that he would be difficult to train and we drove away.  Thankfully, pulled by greater forces than we knew, we turned around and went back to get him before the day was out.  Dexter was an enlightened being, a human in dog form, although it would take me many years ti discover that.  He prompted us to make the decision to leave London, seemingly by getting sick.  I didn’t think he would survive London life much longer and wanted him to spend his last years in the tranquility of Nature – even then, I knew it was a sickness of spirit that ailed him.  I didn’t know that we were suffering from the same sickness too.

We decided to move to Spain.  My mother was Spanish and we’ve always enjoyed our visits. It’s a beautiful country and at least 80% of the people now live in cities, so there are vast tracts of abandoned countryside.  This appealed to us; we needed to get away from people.  Spain is also the third most forested country in Europe and I needed to return to the trees.  Galicia was then an obvious choice, as it has more trees than the rest of Spain, because it is the southern most part of the Eurosiberian biozone, in which the same plants, trees and creatures are found from Iceland to Kamchatka.

As soon as we set ourselves in this direction, everything fell into place to get us here, as it does when you are in resonance with your goal.  There was only one house available for us to rent and this was the only property we could find that was even remotely suitable – having lived next-door to crazy Carlos, with his caged up hunting dogs howling and barking all night, we knew we did not want close neighbours.  The house was an isolated ruin, the track to it a river and way too much land for us to manage.  Dean was apprehensive, but I felt a sense of expansion and some sort of opening up as soon as I saw it.  So we bought it.

The first few months here, I felt a need to bond with the land and began to follow some long dormant patterns.  Meditating naked in the woods, sleeping on the Earth, listening to the sounds of Nature.  I drew the ancient symbols of the triquetra and triskelion on stones and place them around the boundaries. I knew the land was reconnecting with me, making me whole again, but there were still some old patterns to be played out.  We started running retreats, which we really didn’t need to do.  It was a lot of work and I allowed myself to be dragged into some one else’s story.

It was another few years before the next binding milestone, with the death of my biological mother in 2019.  It had not been possible for me to be close to my mother in life, but the morning she died all the Love that could not move through her because of the hardships she had endured, was released.  I felt the tenderness and opened up to it and the Land responded, generating a cock pheasant by the gate.  My parents had pheasants come to their garden in Wales, but there are no pheasants here and that is the one and only time we have seen one.  We scattered my parents’ ashes around Mother Pine at dawn on the morning of the Summer Solstice, with my brother and his family, this binding my ancestral line into the Land.

Then the Land, its intelligence and sentience,  began to open up too, revealing her own wounds and trauma.  This corresponded with the Covid years.  From my perspective, there is no such thing as a virus. There are parasites and microbes that ave been forced into hostile environments and to digest many unnatural substances. Nature has been constrained for millennia and is now breaking free and, in some situations, responding to harmful human activities instinctively, like a wild creature trapped and in pain.

Over the past five years, I’ve been disentangling the strands, teasing out those that are part of the reaction and those that arise from the core.  It took me a while to tune into the masculine energy that is free of the programmes installed by the ‘authorities’ and to learn to trust it within myself.  This masculine energy serves life and supports the Earth, as depicted by the Serpent Bearer, the constellation of Ophiuchus, holding the writhing serpent for all he is worth, so that she does not harm herself or others.  It is reaching out now, looking to reconnect with the Earth so as to activate different memories and allow for a fresh perspective.  This masculine energy operates through both men and women and, as I write this, it’s working through Dean and I very strongly.

The next binding took place at the Winter Solstice of 2020 and the Grand Conjunction of Saturn and Jupiter.  This took place 12 days after our barn fire, in which Dean inadvertently helped dispatch a demon in the well, by burning down the barn.  Much of our personal history that had been stored in boxes in the barn went with it and it was a cathartic release for us and Dean particularly.  We performed the ancient ritual of annointing the King and the divine masculine and feminine Nature `powers made Love through us.  Sovereignty was restored to the masculine energy through Dean, but we had not prepared ourselves properly.  I didn’t know what that meant, even though his great-grandfather in spirit warned us, as did Mr Luigi. We are still dealing with the consequences of lack of preparation, but we are catching up fast.

This binding allowed me to see and clear many of the bindings that had been driven into the Earth by the alien predators who have been here for so long, too long.  This included cathedrals and churches, placed on her most sensitive spots, dams and gridlines.  Many others have been working on this too and the Earth is, at last, gaining control of her movements. There is still interference, of course, but in many small ‘reality bubbles’ like ours the energies are sufficiently anchored to allow stable momentum.

Last year, 2023, I bound myself to the Land by naming myself, Yolanka do Mato.  My given name is Yolanda and our house was named Casa do Mato before we bought it.  It means, ‘House of the woods, or wilderness, the wild lands.  ‘Ka’ is a reference to essence or spirit, so I named myself as ‘spirit of the wild lands.’

All this, just to get back to how we used to live!  Many people here have been bound to the Land for generations and their children have cut the ties and left for the cities. I’ve lived in a city and seen much of the world and have freely chosen this life, as a kind of home-coming. I’ve chosen to be guided by the Earth, so that I can have that experience and discover what is going on.  Many times, I’ve been blinded by my own expectations and conditioned responses, no matter how clever or well-informed I thought I was. When I look back, I can see the path and the milestones, but at the time the various bindings were just something I felt impelled to do, without knowing why.

As to my purpose or function here, I’m still exploring that.  I admit to having the romantic notion of being some sort of guardian or protector of the land. That idea has been brutally trashed, several times over.  It’s been impossible to stop the loggers destroying young trees in their way, or to get them to repair our track that they tore up in the process.  Likewise with the local council and it’s fire prevention rules that require land within 50M of the house to be cleared of all brush and vegetation, so that the native trees that would protect the soil and help prevent fires spreading, never get a chance to grow.  Habitat for wildlife is not a consideration.

Since September 2024, I’ve retreated from the world at large, with almost no internet and no human contact with anyone but Dean.  In mid-September, Tulku went into his rebirth process and the demands of caring for him has secured my total surrender into the Land without any agenda or expectation. It looks as though I have retreated to care for him, however, the reality is that we are both part of a larger transformational process that is part of our regeneration..

One of the interesting things that is happening here, is that the Land here is selecting the masculine qualities she needs to regenerate herself and us through me, according to what I am in resonance with.  Tulku is ensuring that I remain in the necessary emotional state and frequency bandwidth for this operation and Dean is responding to me.  The challenge for Dean is to dissolve unconscious patterns and ideas of manhood, that were never his in the first place, to allow the dormant patterns of his true self to engage.  I had different masculine patterns to Dean that I had to become aware of too.  The masculine and feminine energies are rebalancing within us and between us which, ironically, can make us feel unbalanced for a while. I tend to split myself by deferring satisfaction now for some anticipated future pleasure or gain, when my power – anyone’s power – is only ever in the choices available and the actions we take in present moment. We also had the complications of demons and the unconscious fear of the unknown to deal with.

The demons were the last straw, in so many ways.  Extricating ourselves from mainstream society was a relatively easy gradual process.  Working out some of the ways we have been taught to think and perceive has been a bit more complicated and taken longer.  The Land has helped us enormously through this process, ensuring that no one answers the phone or is available to help us when we need to learn how to do something ourselves, or just wait it out and adapt.  The last strand I had to let go of was the idea of community.  Like everyone, I wanted to be part of a community, but there are so many things I talk about here that are shunned by people that live here or with whom I have physical connection.  I’m bored with editing myself.

It’s mid-November as I write this. I’m humbled by Tulku’s impeccable courage and grace as he goes through this, which is more difficult than it could have been because of our ineptitude.  He still can’t sit up, stand or walk without us holding him, but he has feeling in his back legs now and is slowly gaining strength and control. It would be very easy to despair at his condition, especially as we do not know the exact cause, nor how long he will take to recover.  Yet, it is obvious when I spell it out; he looks (and is) vulnerable and dependent and while I empathise deeply with him, I need to feel confident and capable in order to help him and free myself from any expectations as to how he might move forward – a high stakes game in groundedness. Simple enough, but not so easy in practice, because we care about him so much – but this is precisely the raw working of how we co-create through our inner momentum, rather than getting stuck in a reactive loop.

I have noted the disparency between how I feel about Tulku’s condition and what I think about it.  In my feeling sense, that arises out of my physical body, there is no fear or worry that he might not recover fully.  My mind, however, throws up a truck load of concerns that I should consider.  And there’s that ‘should’ word, which operates like a trap door into the old programmes.  More useful, is to look back and see how reality has shaped itself to cocoon us through our metamorphosis.  We are learning how to navigate reality in resonance with what is emerging from within us, rather than fixing it according to external appearances.

Tulku’s sensitivities are opening portals into the primordial causal layers of existence. It has pushed me to my limits to be woken up sometimes 10 times in the night, to have to reconnect all the energy strands that have broken during the night.  Our physical organs and the energetic organs of the Land need to be in harmony before he can relax. He will tell me if our livers, hippocampus, pineal gland, small intestine, gut microbes or adrenal glands are out of resonance and if the water dome, the dragon vortices or the portal on the Land are out of resonance.  They need to be working harmoniously together.  It is also necessary for our ankle gates to be open, Dean’s left ankle is susceptible – Nunki is very much on the ball regarding the ankle gates and will attack them if closed.  It’s all a bit clunky sometimes and exhausting, then it just flows, the connections strengthen and I feel more at ease.

Our four-legged friends have remained bonded with the Land and have a different experience of this reality than us. Telepathy is a natural to them and they don’t have egos, shadow selves or projections to deal with – apart from what we might project onto them, which they find terribly confusing.  It’s a much simpler way of being, but also rich in skills and experiences that we’ve lost touch with.  It seems to me that the Land needs some of us to weave ourselves back into the fabric of her existence, so that she can see and feel through us and adjust accordingly.  Looking back, I can see that I chose this path long ago and it’s just taken me until now to catch up with myself.  I have no idea how far these bonds stretch, but I feel the magic in them.