In late August of 2017, I performed a Reiki self-healing, as I often do. During Reiki sessions, I often receive messages for the person being healed (myself in this case), including how that person can take further action for more healing. On this particular day, I was told that Aeracura would speak with me following the Reiki session. I had recently read about Aeracura in Doreen Virtue’s Archangels and Ascended Masters, but I could remember nothing specific about her except her name and gender. Because she wanted to come forth, however, I opened myself to her without first doing further research about her. After all, when someone shows up on your doorstep with only the slamming of their car doors to announce their presence, you don’t get to prepare; you just go with it. It’s the same with visitors from Spirit.
I said hello, and Aeracura immediately replied with a rich, deep, throaty voice. There was a hint of the masculine in it, but it was definitely a woman’s voice.
“Goddess Aeracura,” I said, “thank you for coming to speak with me today. What would you like to share with me and my readers?”
As I asked the question, I felt a heavy presence fill my arms. The sensation was almost like electricity, a charge running through my arms and hands, yet I felt no sparks. Rather, it feltsort of like the hum of major power lines. It was an interesting sensation, and I got the impression that this was Aeracura’s energy moving in, that this was her way of helping me become accustomed to her energy.
Yes, she told me in response to my thought, this is an energy most people are unaccustomed to. I bring it to you so you can describe it for others.
As more of Aeracura’s energy came in and settled in my own energetic field, I felt a bit of it in my chest and abdomen, but it stayed primarily in my legs and arms, with a bit less in my head. In my legs and arms, the energy felt like the deep, heavy thrum of electrical current. In my head, I experienced it as a very slight sensation of vertigo—the twinge that you get just at the beginning of déjà vu. It was rather like someone had just rapped once my third eye with a knuckle, as if on a door, to say, “Hey, open up. I’m here.”
As I consciously opened my third eye further, I received a vision of very green rolling meadows with trees in the distance, and a sense of water—whether river or sea, I couldn’t tell—just out of sight to my right.
When I asked why I was being shown this vision, this image, Aeracura told me, This is my home. This is the sense of power that resides in my homeland.
I then asked if she was a goddess specific to a location.
I once was. Like any thought-form, I reside anywhere that anyone knows about me, but this was where I was born, in Great Britain.
Cornwall was the name she gave me.
Long before it was named Cornwall or Great Britain, of course.
I thanked the goddess for this vision and the gift of her energy, and asked her to explain why she had shared this energy with me and why she wanted me to describe it to others.
It is time for people to know me once again, to get in touch with my energy. It is time to remember the Earth, her strength, her power. She offers much for humans, for all inhabitants of the planet, yet her gifts are largely ignored or taken with an eye to profit rather than as gifts to sustain you.
She showed me iron, specifically, being taken from the Earth—currently, for production processes, via modern mechanical and impersonal means, then more primitive peoples removing the ore from the Earth to shape, offering their thanks as they uncovered, dug up, and then shaped the metal.
She doesn’t ask for much, our mother, but thanks are always appreciated. Please, give her thanks.
Aeracura then began pulling her energy away, and I got the sense that she was sad, perhaps even beginning to cry. As I hurriedly thanked her for her message, I knew I would be speaking with her again soon.
***
After this initial encounter with Aeracura, I did a Google search to find more about her but found very little. Her name may also be spelled as Erecura, Herecura, or Eracura.1 Sources are unsure about her beginnings, though it is believed she may be a Celtic or Germanic goddess.
Doreen Virtue2 reported experiencing Aeracura as a faerie-like entity. Certainly, my experience was with a goddess who seemed more earthy than fae, yet these two aspects do not seem separate from each other. As I researched Aeracura, I got the impression that she is, as she indicated to me in our first conversation, “making a comeback,” as it were, in modern times, working her way back into our human consciousness to make us once again aware of the bounty of the Earth. In this, “bounty” and the “richness” of the Earth that Aeracura pointed out to me agree with Virtue’s representation/visualization of the goddess as holding a cornucopia and bringing wealth. My experience gave me the sense that this goddess works closely with the Earth to bring these riches to us—that Aeracura brings us bounty of the earthbound (rather than monetary) type: food, healing plants, metals, gemstones—natural resources.
A couple of days later, I invited this goddess to speak with me again. She obliged, appearing wrapped in robes, with a cornucopia or basket under her left arm, a small smile on her face.
“Thank you for your presence, sweet Aeracura,” I said. “Last time you were with me and we spoke, I had a rather different understanding of you than what is widely available—on the internet, at least. Is there anything else you would like to add for people—perhaps things that are no longer known about you or that have been lost over the centuries? Even things that have changed as you have grown and matured and changed with the times and the planet?”
What a lovely question, she said with a grin, almost purring. Yes, I have much to impart, but as we are limited on time, I will say that I am coming back to enter the hearts of millions who are willing. I bring a message of love and bounty, and as you are receptive to me, I have come, because you are thankful for the gifts of Mother Earth and you do your best to nurture Mother Earth to produce more for yourself and others. Your behaviors are the essence of my message. I am an envoy for her [Mother Earth], bringing the gifts she bestows, moving them to the specific places and people who need them. This is one of my functions.
Another is to walk the Earth and sing to it. Yes, sing to it. I see in your mind that you think of movies, of elven queens and fictional accounts of such a thing. You, better than most, understand that these ideas come from the same source, that [it is common for] separate authors in disparate times and places [to] come up with the same basic concept … based on [Universal] truth … the truth that has been mine for thousands of years.
This sparked a memory of something I had read about dyads, and I asked, “So, are you a dyad? Or did you start as a dyad? Or are you a cousins to them? Forgive me, I know so little about how the mythologies actually relate.”
We all have much the same purpose, but dyads are content to live where they are, to care for the small area of earth where they are “planted.” I travel all of the world, at least anywhere I am welcome. The green places are mine, especially where there’s a sea or large river. Those are the places I prefer, but I will travel anywhere I am welcomed by humans. I sing to our mother. I sing her lullabies, and I sing her enrichment songs—songs to ready her womb, prepare it for growing things. I tread upon her in the spring and wake her up.
When Aeracura paused, I said, “So, pardon me for asking, but you are very much more an earthbound entity? You work with humans, with ‘boots on the ground,’ so to speak, most commonly?”
Yes, that is correct. I am here now to help heal the connection between humans and Earth.
At this, I received a feeling of hope and also a bit of despair, and I understood that this was Aeracura’s feeling as she worked with humans in trying to help us live in balance and harmony with the planet.
Then, suddenly, she was gone, and I offered her my thanks for her bounty, her gifts, and her lessons.
***
Still curious, a few days later, I requested her presence yet again. She appeared but made it clear that this would be the last time.
Once I had indicated my understanding of that, I felt a heaviness in my third eye, like a force was pressing against it, so once again, I consciously opened my third eye wider to welcome in the energies that she brought.
I felt the energy travel all the energy pathways of my body, including to my heart, where it swelled. I saw (and felt) my heart chakra as a traditional incandescent lightbulb slowly becoming brighter, almost as if it were charging.
I felt from my visitor a slight urge to cry, a sadness. That was all she seemed to be able to muster at that moment, and, feeling kind of like I had walked in on a grieving friend in a quiet moment of sadness in which she wanted to be alone, I stepped back my own energy, not wanting to intrude, and told her I would come back to her later.
When I did, about half an hour later, she indicated that she was ready to speak with me again.
I asked if she was willing and able to tell me why she had been crying.
Sometimes I am overwhelmed by human fear, by human greed and avarice.
“Even as a deity?” I asked.
Especially as a deity.
We sat in silence for a few minutes while I considered that. Finally, I asked, “And yet you continue to help us?”
I continue to help Mother Earth. You [humans] are bonuses. I help those of you who are willing, but sometimes it seems so few are.
Curious, I asked, “Willing to do what, exactly?”
To help our mother.
“I’m sorry, but I’m not quite following. To help her in what?” I probed.
Her own evolution. She is trying to birth herself again and to give humans and others all the bounty they are asking of her, but she is exhausted, [as a woman who] has been in the throes of labor for far too long. She is exhausted. And I cannot keep up with supporting her in her needs.
“What can we do, Aeracura?” I asked, concern for this sweet spirit filling me. “What can we humans do to help you and to help our Earth Mother?”
She smiled at me. Plant. Plant trees. Plant gardens. Walk her paths, speak to her. Give her your thanks in words, in love. Hug a tree. Lie on her grass, her soil. This is all it takes. Words of encouragement as she tries to birth herself and us again through this labor. Sing songs to her.
Her smile brightened. This is all that is required. Say, “Thank you, Mother, for all that you have done and always do to support us, your children.”
Her grin grew to fill her being, rather like the Cheshire cat, only happy rather than cunning, and Aeracura faded away behind the smile, still present, but letting the happiness shine.
Thank you, Mother. Thank you, she repeated.
***
Today, in honor of Aeracura and all of the work she does behind the scenes for Earth and humanity alike, I offer the prayer that she provided: Thank you, Mother, for all that you have done and always do to support us, your children.
Sources
1 Wikipedia contributors. “Erecura.” Wikipedia, The Free Encyclopedia. Wikipedia, The Free Encyclopedia: 8 June 2017. Accessed 10 June 2018.
2 Virtue, Doreen. Archangels & Ascended Masters: A Guide to Working and Healing with Divinities and Deities. Carlsbad, CA: Hay House, 2003.
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