Dream Seed Packet

My seed packet seemed to have changed…

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Dream Seeds

I got back to Riversleigh today- it is nice to stay a few nights in my own bed before I go off again. I really enjoyed my stay with Lissa and Theo; I learned a lot from those two remarkable people. In fact, after seeing what Lissa has been doing, I may spend more of my time on my fiber arts. With the exception of my knitting, I have neglected them lately. And after Theo- well, I think I’ll expand my CD collection. My wooden flute I’ll save for myself in private, at least for now. It’s better that way.

After I plunked my bag in my room and checked to make sure the Door was behaving itself, I pulled out the little bag from the Enchanteur and headed for the greenhouse. I hadn’t been out there before, so I spent a little time just looking around. There were all sorts of beautiful and exotic blooms and some very strange plants as well. I could tell that some of them were dream seeds planted by others that were coming to fruition. I hoped mine would do well, too.

Finally, I opened the little bag of assorted items and fished out the package of dream seeds. Now, I hadn’t looked at it too hard when I first got the bag, and I had been too busy since, but I didn’t think the package had looked quite the same when I first got it.

It was a lovely package, with butterflies on the front, and the words Butterfly Brand Dream Seeds.

I felt something tickling my ear. I looked up and saw a butterfly flitting around a blossom nearby. A slight breeze (in the greenhouse?) brushed past me, and I thought I heard a giggle.

“Butterfly man, is that you? Are you responsible for these dream seeds?” I asked.

There was no answer. The butterfly on the flower was gone and the breeze didn’t come back. “All right, then,” I said, “Have it your way.” I went back to reading the seed packet.

On the back it said:

Butterfly Brand Dream Seeds

To plant: Plant in a colorfully decorated pot with rich soil

               Water carefully with stream water

                Feed with one teaspoon honey diluted with ¼ water

                Place in a sunny window or outdoors in sunshine

When plants reach 2” place a stake or small trellis for vines to climb

Continue to keep plant moist, but not wet, and feed with honey mixture twice weekly

To use: Scent from flowers may be used as aromatherapy for creativity

             Tea may be made from dried leaves and blooms

                 Steep one tablespoon per cup of boiling water; may also be served iced

Promotes flights of fancy, colorful use of language and art, and generally following your muse.

These seeds did sound intriguing. I looked around to see if I could find a brightly painted pot. Sure enough, someone who liked to throw pots and paint and glaze them in bright colors had left a rather tipsy stack of their finished projects out here for us to use. I sorted through them until I found one that I really liked- It was glazed in a lovely bright blue and had green vines with yellow and pink flowers going around the outside. It was cheerful and certainly seemed bright enough for the butterfly dream seeds.

I filled the pot with some of the nice rich compost-filled soil kept in the greenhouse and shook the seeds out of the packet. There were four of them, and I decided to plant them all, one for each direction. They were odd looking seeds; each was about the size of a pea, and each one of them was a different color – blue, purple, yellow and pink. I poked little holes in the soil and dropped a seed in each one, patting the soil gently back over the top. Then I took a watering can outside and looked around until I found a little stream to fill the can. On my way back to the greenhouse, I stopped in the kitchen and begged some honey off of the cook. She was very nice about it and sent me on my way with a little crock full of it, so I could feed my plant regularly. I watered the seeds, and fed them the honey mixture, and then decided I would like to keep the plant in my room. The pot full of soil was heavy, and I staggered back to my room under the weight of it. Finally, it was safe on a table by one of my windows, and I put the empty packet in a drawer to keep.

The window was open, and a butterfly drifted in briefly, hovered over the pot, and floated back out again.

I leaned out the window, but no one was in sight. Still, I spoke aloud, “Okay, Butterfly Man, I don’t know if you are in cahoots with the Enchanteur over this or not, but the dream seeds are planted. If you want to help them grow, that’s fine with me!” 

I spent the rest of the evening cleaning up the things from my trip so I could be ready to go again in a few days, and then took a very long, scented bath before I went to bed.

 

This time my dreams were of butterflies dancing over gleaming gold nuggets.

 

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Packet of Dream Seeds

Packet of Dream Seeds April 2, 2007
Posted by Barbara in Helpers of the Land, Lemurian Grand Tour, Barbara’s Journey, Dream Seeds. add a comment , edit post

I was having such a good time at Riversleigh, I forgot the next task I had to perform before following the next spur of the Lemurian Tour. I was feeling wanderlust, so I headed to the gardener’s greenhouse. My directions were to plant a dream seed. I heedlessly selected the nearest pack in the dirty wooden box. Feelingsecia. What type of seeds are these? I’ve never heard of such a seed. The words on the packet are written in a fancy, faint calligraphy so I take the seeds outside to see a little better. The name of the flowers are Feelingsecia. I squint as I read the directions outloud.

“Plant one seed at a time. Feed with the sap from the tree of perseverence. Let the plant sit in the warm eastern sun, where it will be gently and happily bathed in sunlight. Do not set its pot in the harsh western sun for leaves of carelessness will grow. Water it with the elixer of success found only in Lemurian rainwater. Stay close to the plant as you sing or dance or knit or paint or weave or do any other type of artistic creation. Whisper kind and loving words to the plant three times a day.” My goodness! This plant requires continual care.

I turn over the packet, and there is another bit, written in tiny letters. “Eat the fruits of this plant and the following will occur. 1)
When you are working on a project you will have the gift of perseverance. 2) You will take care of yourself with gentleness and happiness. 3) One of the gifts from the plant is creativity. You will receive buckets of creativity whenever your well is running dry. 4) People will think kind thoughts about you and you will be forever loved.” I realize I am the owner of exceptionally precious seeds; I must work with great diligence to enjoy the fruits of the plant.

The faeries who have watched me pick this package come running towards me. They are dancing with excitement as they squeal in wee voices, speaking all at the same time. They tell me that the seeds are very olde and were once owned by a very famous, other-worldly Queen. The faeries tell me the Queen could never grow the plants for she had too many other things on her mind, and she quite neglected them. I am not surprised to hear of the Queen’s failure. As for being olde, the seed packet looks to be of a very Victorian sort, with dancing sprites hovering about an oddly shaped, exotic plant.

The faeries lead me to the perfect soil, deep black earth, in which I must plant the seed. I fill my pot with soil and carry it to the greenhouse. Once the seed is gently covered, I water it from a bucket of rainwater. from which the gardener had Luckily the gardener had left bucket out which collected rain from the last gully-washer. Then I stare at the pot, reluctant to leave.

“Come on, dearie,” said the lead fearie, all dressed in sparkly gold leaf, and with a tiny gold crown upon her head. “You can’t watch that seed 24/7. You’ll make it nervous and it won’t show itself. Now go into the kitchen. There’s a hot cuppa and biscuits awaiting you. Now, whoosh!”

And that’s how I found myself, sitting in the kitchen in a comfy chair, nibbling on chocolate cookies and sipping Earl Grey tea. Had I daydreamed the seed story? I was anxious to go to the greenhouse and look. But just then, I saw the golden Faerie shaking her head through the window and pointing her finger at me. Guess I’d better give the plant time to acclimate. I’ll stay right here and warm myself by the hearth. But still I wonder…

Bo

Day 6 – Lemurian Seed Packet

Tiny Froglet wakes up…