Lets Stir Things Up A Little!

I will call this, Dreamtown

Ok, so I’ve thrown a few things on here, but really my idea was to blog, so I thought I’d find a new WP ‘theme’, that is hopefully more suitable. Maybe I’ll try a few! See how I feel. I thought I’d throw myself in the deep end and bring up a totally new subject.

For the last five years, my nightly dreaming isn’t what it used to be. Every night, right from childhood, my dreams were filled with wild adventures of all kinds, including flying,…. a lot!

My dreams are in colour and memorable mostly. And if I could remember details more, I could have written many books. But 5 years ago, my dreams began to change. And it is only recently, that I have traced the beginnings to this dream reality to some 20 years ago. It began with a door in my sister’s house.
My oldest sister and her family lived on a sheep station for 30 years. Many memories are archived from that time of packing for the weekend, traveling two or three hours to get there, dirt roads, family gatherings, wood fires and tennis matches, lots of fun and family. And my sisters unbelievably good company and food! The arbour – tree planting, weekends where fabulous.

Anyway, I began to have the odd dream about this beautiful old house. It was a big, and had a long hallway with one long carpet runner, which took feature in so many of my dreams there. It was like the hallway was a portal of sorts.
Walking down this hall in my dream, I would walk into one of the familiar rooms only to find a completely a new theme. The time frames of the themes in these rooms differed, in that I would walk into what was the spare room, and I actually stepped into a classy 1920s black and gold coffee-room. I LOVE the 20′s styles, and began to scan the room. The floor tiles were big black and white squares. It had 2 levels with the table and chairs on a higher platform. The table had a polished brass stand and a black onyx stone polished top. The chairs were brass with black leather cushioning. Rounded arm rests. On the table was a bottle of perfume in a crystal cut bottle. It had a silk ball attached that you squeezed to spray the perfume. I sat down in a chair for a while and imagined what it would have been like living the high life back then.
Next to that were several hair combs, of black beads, flowers and sequins. A headband of sequins also lay on the table. It was just like I was there in the 20′s. Everything in the room was black and gold. Even the hair brush, made of black polished wood, was classy. There were crystal cut wine glassed on the black and glass/brass drinks cabinet. A black onyx framed mirror and French doors that would have opened to a manicured patio.
Anyhow, these dreams were happening often. One night I walked into a bedroom, it was only half the size and it was burned out. The fire in there had consumed a cot and I could smell the ashes of the ruined items in the room. I felt sadness, and left the room quickly, walking back into the hall, to find it old, with cobwebs and dust everywhere, peeled wallpaper and rubbish laying around. It looked like no one had been there for years. This led to what I knew as the bathroom door at the end of the hallway.

I went to open that door, but changed my mind, having no idea what might be behind it. I felt the fear. My own fear.
My regular visits through this old house were entertaining to say the least. And I would nearly always walk up to that door and look at it. There was something about it that scared me but I had no idea what it was.
Years went by and one night after a weird walk through the house, with a bat flying precariously up and down that hall…, I was ducking to avoid a collision and ended up in front of that damn door again! The bat was large and gave me the chills, as I stood looking at that mysterious door. My curiosity finally gave in and I grabbed the door handle and pushed it open. It needed a bit of a push; there was soil and debris on the other side stopping it from opening easily.
The opening made way to an old garden path. There was a garden of green lush bushes and eucalyptus gum trees. I followed the path in this strange garden and noticed some coins on the ground. 20c pieces. I noticed there were quite a few of them to the edge of the path, some half buried. Then I noticed a glint of what looked like crystal, so I stooped down again and began to dig it out. It was a small crystal cut perfume bottle, so gorgeous! I saw there was another one and 6 of them I took out of the hard soil. I was in my element, I love fossicking! The path took me quite way down this long garden and I began to notice crystals lying around.
I followed the path to an opening and there was the most beautiful beach, just down the slope a little and there were clusters of crystals everywhere! Even in the water, like rock pools. I spent what seemed a very long time looking around finding some amazing crystals, of all types. I couldn’t believe it! It made me feel so good that I took a runner and took off flying low to the ground. I headed out over the water, touching it with my hand. I wasn’t able to get any higher so I headed back to shore and revelled in my new fossicking treasure trove.
I had no idea at the time, that this dream, this beach and everything to do with it, was involved in my future dream adventures….

Mmmmmm, I need a coffee…..
Stay tuned, it gets even better!


…and I apologize for my spelling mistakes, I’m in too much of a hurry!


MJ x6a00e554503eee8833014e8917c4a7970d





Tiny Little Oracle in motion video

Hi Everyone,

I have finally made a short video of the oracle in action.

Please feel free to have a look.

Thank you for your patience.





“The Sacred Peace Pipe”


by Mary Jane Bayliss

Dedicated to my Son, Calum.






There was a little Indian boy,

that liked to hunt for game.

He was of the Ute tribe,

and Calum was his name.


The young boy had a love of life,

which showed in many ways,

particularly with animals,

throughout his wondrous days.


His mind seemed much, much older,

than a boy of only eight,

and he seemed to teach the tribe in ways,

they’d never seen of late.


His gentleness was precious,

and was cherished by all there.

They each in turn would comment,

on his gifts of love and care.


He sat atop a favorite log,

and whittled at a stick,

eventually he finished it,

not too thin, not too thick.


“Oh my!, look what I’ve made today,

it’s looking very grand!”

He looked it over, and ’round again,

it moved from hand to hand.


It had a tiny bowl on it,

on one end with a hole.

The most part was a tube of wood,

with patterns from his soul.

I wonder what they call this thing,

I’m sure it’s not so new.”

So he wandered home to show his Mom,

amongst the teepees’ few.


“Dear Mother, look what I have made,

all on my very own!

It’s made from special golden wood,

and on our land was grown.


I feel it’s very special,

but I’ve not a reason why,

all I know, is that it came,

from voices in the sky. 



“Ah Calum son,” said Yellow Feather,

“you have talent true,

it makes me feel all warm and safe,

to know it came from you.


You’ve no idea what it is,

which makes it special, more.

It’s what I love about you son,

it’s your ‘knowing’ I adore.


We call this tool a ‘peace pipe’.

It’s a very sacred thing,

especially if you add to it,

a quill from eagles wing.


It’s used in ceremonies,

by the council men alone,

to bless and honor great ones,

that gave this land, our home.


To Mother Earth, Father Sky,

Great Spirit, Grandfather Sun.

It is an honor to honor peace

and love energy, my son.


But why you made this peace pipe,

is surely but a sign.

You were named upon its honor,

Oh cherished son of mine.


For another name for peace pipe,

is Calumet, my Dear.

We named you dearest Calum,

for the symbol is so clear.


You’ve created in your honor,

what you stand for in this land,

great peace and love towards all men,

you hold it in your hand.


Go forth my son and use it,

the council will be wise,

to see a boy as young as you,

with wisdom in his eyes.”


The boy went forth and took it,

to Mopoke, his old Dad,

he showed his father proudly,

the sacred tool he had.



His father was so proud of him,

he took him by the hand,

“Oh son, I now believe you’ll live,

to cherish this great land.


You’ve proven yourself old enough,

to watch the council wise,

they will not refuse the love

and wisdom in your eyes”.


And so the wise owl took his son,

to the council fire and men.

Young Calum, he was welcomed,

by the council, there and then.


The ten men sat and crossed their legs,

the pipe was shown to all.

They told him he was special,

and he’d heard his sacred call.


Shaman took his pouch out,  *

which held the green tobacco,

it came from a potato plant,

he held it up for show.


The pipe was stacked with crispy leave,

and lit until it glowed.

T’was passed around the council men,

each one, an honor, showed.


The first round of the sacred pipe,

was to bless the Mother Earth,

three puffs from each the council men,

for their sacred land of birth.


The second for Grandfather Sun,

for his holy loving rays,

in which he sent a powerful light,

to all the life and days.


The third one thanked Grandmother Moon,

for caring love at night.

She kept her eyes upon the earth,

to give us nightly sight.


The fourth was blessing all the life,

which lived within the land.

Four leggeds and the winged ones,

the Finned and Life from sand.*





The fifth time ’round blessed Father Sky,

for the Sun, the Wind and Rain,

for with out these precious elements,

all life would not remain.


The sixth time that the pipe was stacked,

would honor all Mankind,

a sacred blessing to them all,

that a lasting peace would find.


And finally the seventh toke,

was in honor of Great Spirit,

the cherished one that did create,

Universe and all t’was in it.


Young Calum, was so touched by this,

to learn what his name meant.

So honored was he to be named,

after this ornament.


The special sacred pipe he’d made,

was slowly handed back.

He was told to keep it by his side,

in a golden leather sack.


He learned about the sacred one,

that taught them of it’s gain.

She came from light with greatest love,

White Buffalo Calf Woman … was her name.


He left with all the other men,

no longer a silent figure.

He knew the path before him

and he’d walk it full of vigor.


It was his job to spread the word,

of love and lasting peace,

an energy that lingered on,

when harmony would cease.


And in his name it carried on,

throughout five hundred years,

and once again the peaceful pipe,

is spread among its peers.


So send your loving thoughts around

the Earth that is our Mother,

and keep in mind the message found,

by Calum, an Indian brother.


 * (Four leggeds; animals, Winged ones; birds, Finned ;Ocean ‘life’ and ‘life’ from sand; Trees and Flora.)

* (A Shaman is a Native American Medicine Man.)         

Copyright MJBayliss