The Child and the Stream

Going through my notebooks this week, I came across the following passage which I channelled a couple of years ago. It is different from what I normally write, but given that we are currently experiencing over 40 continuous days of rain in the UK (and much global upheaval and distraction) – and with this forecast likely to continue across many parts of our planet – I sense an underlying beauty and relevance within the message.

“There came in with the great winds the north, east, south, and west. There came, too, the rush of the rains. The Soul was swept clean of its burden, and still the rains came and the winds blew. And the people looked to the stars and their moon and whispered, holding hands outstretched: Please come to me, please come. And still the rains came and the winds blew, and even the earth tremored, and: Please! they cried, in anguish at the force. And so it came to pass night after night and day upon day. And still no answer from the heavens. Until, one afternoon a child, bored of the boredoms, wandered to a stream and clambering down the bank, laid himself upon the shallow rocks, head breaking the down-pouring stream, and he uttered: And now I know how you feel. And NOW we know, YOU TOO feel, said the forces, and so they retreated. And the winds calmed and the rain ceased. And the sun shone, just briefly through the clouds as the little boy sat up in the flow and said ‘thank you’.”

As we take cover indoors, Nature is calling to us – to unveil ourselves and connect with her.

And so the forces be. And so, the light comes in.

12 February 2026