My first connection with the big tree was so unexpected, it took me quite some time to allow myself the freedom of writing down information that seemed to have come from a tree. At least that is what it feels like to me. The intense feelings or sensations that would spontaneously flare up, during my occasional visits to the ‘big three’ in our Tsitsikamma forest over the years, were probably preparations for what was to come. Only years later did an acceptance set in of being guided to write the five ascension novels from the visions that stayed with me the moment I woke up many mornings over a period of one month during the nineties. They started when I was in a retreat in the Hogsback. It still took a while before I could translate these images into words that made any sense.
 
When the first message from the big tree came through one morning with the message: HOLD ON TO YOUR VISION, I was better prepared than years ago when the challenge to write a novel seemed preposterous. I was not into any channeling, so when I was told to start writing the visions down in the form of a story I laughed at the very idea. My psychology background had created a grounding in my body that did not allow me to escape into fantasy realms and my logical thinking mode was not about to just give in to outpouring ideas, for the lack of a better word.
 
When the genetic decoding exercise’s were projected like a card game, which became a creative drawing workshop, I had to validate lots of theories surrounding biological ascension for myself. When the ideas for the 5 ascension novels, for which I was least prepared, woke me up over the years, I always needed to validate this information. When I again received an intuitive message from the big tree, I had just finished my first ascension novel My Love We Are Going Home

Realizing my connections with the etheric/ elemental realms in the early years, by then nothing surprised me any more when the vision of the tree appeared after asking intuitively where this information came from. The amazing feelings from the big tree was like a loving embrace.
I had been experiencing telepathic communications as a child but never recognizing them as such. Schools in most European cultures do not include remote viewing and remote hearing activities in their teachings. I had developed my visionary qualities due to my dyslectic handicap with words. Thinking in pictures has been a blessing in disguise.

Namasté