Carry me onwards, to a place I call my home, where dreams begin to entwine (to bring together by weaving a web (spider), the blanket that keeps us warm, the sacred embrace)
, unwind (to unravel the mysteries of life, as you lead us towards our destiny)
, the place of magic, the place of tears, that make all the people so blind, yes they are, to the revealing of the space we call time. Come tarry in the gardens the place we know, where flowers blossom in the snow. Gather the honey (bees, remember the impossible flight, to know our dreams)
on honey suckle (Vining bush that smells so good, the fragrance of gardens, the bridge-way between realms, knowing joy. Also the vine is one that moves in waves, binding itself with others around it. This is a sacred embrace, with leaves, the relatives. It is interesting that the honey suckle is both a vine, bush and tree. The honey suckle has aggressive growth and ability to abundantly reseed itself in neighboring areas via bird consumption and subsequent dispersal. The honey suckle has a rapid growth rate, tolerance of sun or shade, and ability to withstand heat, drought, and severe winter cold. A wonderful resource added at the end.)
trees (tree of life, where four sacred directions create a garden for all things to grow)
, the place, where sweetness does grow.
She is the nectar, we so much like to hear, the song of Angels who run pure. I have a golden apple (dream that shines)
, where the honey blossoms feel (blossoms are those of us who unfold, to be like a blossom, is to be enriched with our souls, the dance of life with the heart)
, the sweetness of all that is heard (Grandmothers are the greatest story tellers, guiding us to and fro, which way, only Grandmother knows)
. Yes indeed, where the honey blossoms (children of God)
come to be heard (Grandmother, Grandmother, I was hurt today, and she takes all the pain away!)
. There is a growing inside my heart, and I must leap and go to bounds, like the rushing river (the flow of the Oneness)
, that cannot be contained, I am the sacred ground, that relies on, it's me, the sacred place, we dream to sea (vision of the heart, our relatives true, the leaves)
.
Come and visit where dreams come true. Come and sea the river free. Come and bless the earth, the song of our girth, and know that we are going home real soon. We are going home to you and me. come take me by the hand and long to understand, that we are going to a place we only dreamed. And you will sea the day, the truth that led the way, the place we find glory every day, every way! The song catches my soul, and I can hear the rushing souls, where dreams come to folly and we are like the holly (prickling points of lights that curve with delight, and law of love, that's red, the path known of the heart)
, where we can be hear and fall down on our knees (to pray for relief)
.
We pray and wish away, but we need only save the day, and embrace what life gifts to us, the sacred must. We hope and we dream, for heaven only seas, the heart, that needs to learn, the sacred path, the heart needs at last. For love's the only game, we choose to hear our fame, but we don't really know which way to go, it's part of the flow. And when we choose a way, that makes our hearts say hooray, then we choose the loving actions that don't make us part, even get us smart (sting)
.
And when we look inside, we trust the sacred hides (skin, that feels everything, the sacred embrace)
, the place God gifts to you and me, the sacred tree (tree of life, uniting all realms, the four sacred directions)
. And if we look out there, and nothing is so bare, as all our love we hide in all we do, so sad and blue (tears that gift us life)
. Then choose another way, bow down to sacred hay (golden field of hay, where the seeds have blossomed and abundance shows the way, the time of brotherhood everywhere)
, the place we journey to and fro, the sacred cho (Cho is a Korean boy name. Male is the "light" or the "rainbow colors of the four directions, our tools of light" or our bodies of flesh, even heavenly beings have bodies. The
meaning of the name is `Beautiful`, like a sunrise or sunset. Korean is a language of the heart, each sound is made up of nature. It is a language of the soul. This has recently been known to me through the Spirit World, the immigration of the Koreans to Native America to be the Twin Child, the Native Americans, our Lakota Heart. It is the Native Americans who speak the ancient language of the heavens, of the rolling hills, the sing song of the soul, like this song, the sacred song blessings from your heart. In Japanese (where they keep beautiful gardens), the word means Butterfly, which represents the breath, the impossible flight of our souls, with our breath, the vehicle of our flesh, often referred to as the "kundalini awakening of the crystalline vehicle or the merkaba" which offers the unfolding of the soul, like a flower in blossom. The
vehicle of Shiva is the white bull called Nandi (the joyful) or the unfolding. The Native Americans call the White Buffalo, the sacred four directions. The vehicle of joy! You know, we were asked, by the Great Oneness to
call ourselves, A light from within and I added the word Joy, the vehicle to this "light from within"; to "
a joy light from within.org". However we use both names. The smoke in the pipe represents the four sacred directions of the buffalo, the winds and clouds, that offer us life, our vehicle, Mother Earth. This is why the sacred pipe offers us life, and connects us to our souls, to the bonding of our flesh, the unification of both worlds, like the butterfly who flies to and fro between realms, this is our breath. And it is the Natives who speak the ancient languages of the soul, the heavens knowing, the song of the going, to the place of the to and fro, the heart of the blue, between you and me, the blessed breeze. Our souls know so much, we need start trusting this song, that lies within, the
light from within, as God tells us.)
, I know the glory is, the place we call that is, his (many lights-colors of our flesh)
, but she (many darks-colors of our soul)
is coming home really soon, the place of moons (reflection and truth, our heaven)
. It's heaven inside of us, the heart, that longs like dust (cosmic dust, the low red waves that communicate over long distances, like radio waves, elephants and whale songs)
and we are going home to show the way, of sacred play.
Come and know the way, the place we call it hay (golden field of hay, where the seeds have blossomed and abundance shows the way, the time of brotherhood everywhere)
, the sacred hollow tube of me and you, the sacred blue, the sky so true!
Sacred Song Blessings from the heart of Grandmother Magic of Time. Sung by White Buffalo Calf Woman, elder crystal person, wakan iyes(h)ka or holy interpreter of the book of life,
each soul of all that blows, the winds of time, bring us this rhyme, because the song, knows more than our flesh, we trust this sacred nest (twigs that entwine, the branches of time, the relatives who are mine).
Letter for Grandfather Robert below,
please forward to him when you can, and thank you Grandmother Magic of Time, for your love and wisdom. You have taught us a lot.
White Buffalo Calf Woman singing to Grandfather Robert (vision of you prostrate on the ground, seeking guidance with a gulp)
Letter to Grandfather Robert [Melvin "smooth brow", one who protects vision of the heart, our harmonics, the wave.
The voice of angels sang to me, the little drops (of tears) made me pure. Here beneath the seas, the shame is wiped away and I am free! (Irish, Gaelic) "polished chief", one who knows how to wait for the best for the clan; (Old English) "sword friend", one who severs injustice, and brings truth.]
It's the will of God that makes me pray. I know my heart is here to stay. Stand up and be the light that shines. Do not act so blind.
You sea (vision with a heart)
I wander upon these hills and I find you there prostrate and still. What makes you get down and face the ground, when I need you to stand and frown (tears, suffering for those we love, the law of love, the red road)
.
Give them stories that fill the air. Tell the world that I am here and when you're done bee (impossible flight, the dream)
proud like a tree, looking up at me. Know your feet touch the earth and your eyes look at the sky and your arms they hold all around saying it's the time, "let's be proud".
There is wisdom in your heart, let it leap, bound and let it out. Speak it's time, now shout. Tell the tales, the Tiger does proclaim (this year 2010). That the air is full of fame and those who show respect will live the days, being sacred in all that bleeds (the law of love, the red road, the fire that purifies)
.
We are humans, with buffalo heads (four sacred directions, with sacred cloak, the blanket that weaves us all together)
and we the Rainbow Colors speak volumes unsaid. Teach the world to let it out, proclaim it's time, "put away shame". Now the heart is truly divine, knowing wisdom untold it's kind and we need only allow the song to sing being sacred, like a heart beat. Take your drums and sing it blue (true royal you, relatives, the heartbeat of me and you, the oceans and skies of blue, the winds that blow, to know, the waters that offer the glow)
, the heart of oceans between me and you. It's the calling of distant shores, brotherhood I've come home that's our shore.
Heaven and Earth proclaim the "Dawn". We are now soul and flesh, the place where wisdom moves sacred true, blessing all we do.
Now I see you standing there, wondering how I move the air, breath my brother, my father sun, be the Grandfather the light that won. I say claim your voice, care enough and make a choice. It's the calling, you made this voice, that is humble, the star that bends.
Look at your star, so bright it blinds, make them sea the heart of choice. Yes I'm here, but not alone, a born relative who's humble of course. Be a servant in all you do. Teach the world they can be too. I know your branches, they bow with the winds, proclaim, it's true. I've heard the "TRUTH". Don't rely on only one voice, listen to the heartbeat of a choice, inside there is wisdom waiting to speak, CARE my Grandfather TEACH!
Care my Grandfather teach...I love you, I know you love me too. It's time, it's true, only three short years, only a leap of faith will do. I'm not alone, it's you and me and you'll sea our relatives will join in the breeze. We have hope, many are coming home, every day I look and pray, make the hoop and holler this day, for the green grass, "I'm on my way".
From White Buffalo Calf Woman, your Twin Deer Mother
your devoted servant, wakan iyeshka or holy interpreter
I remind you of the Nine Sacred Directions, during the daily fire blessings and teaching of the pipe:
Up1 and down2 and all around3, north4 south5 east6 and west7, bring us to the very best. the heart beat8 (flowing) and the breath9 (flight), show us the rolling hills, the nest. offer the sacred fire of smoke, to bring the heart, the light of hope.
Turraea obtusifolia, Hochst. (honeysuckle tree teaches thee)
Family : Meliaceae (mahogany family)
Common names : small
honeysuckle tree, lesser honeysuckle tree, (Eng.); kleinkamperfoelieboom (Afr.); amazulu, ikhambi-lomsinga [roots], ikunzi [roots], ikunzi ebomvana, inkunzi, umhlatholana, umhlatolana, uswazi [leaves and stems] (Zulu)
Turraea obtusifolia is an ornamental shrub with glossy dark green foliage, masses of showy white flowers in summer and decorative orange-red fruits in late summer to winter.
Description
A semi-evergreen shrub or small tree, 1-3 x 1 m. In open sunny places it is a bushy shrub but in shade or semi-shade it becomes more of a scrambler or small tree. The leaves are a dark glossy green, clustered on short side shoots, variable in size and shape on a single plant, from narrowly oblanceolate (lance-shaped with the widest part above the middle) to obovate (egg-shaped with the widest part above the middle) and sometimes with two lobes towards the tip.
The flowers are large ( ± 35 mm in diameter), showy, pure white and produced abundantly in small clusters amongst the leaves during mid- to late summer (Jan.-Feb.). Each flower has 5 free petals, and 10 stamens fused to form a narrow cylindrical tube (35 mm long) ending in 20 irregularly lobed, long and narrow appendages and a short frill that carries the anthers. The style is longer than the staminal tube and ends in a top-shaped or cylindrical pollen presenter. Only the tip of the style is receptive to pollen.
The flowers are completely unscented during the day, slightly fragrant at night, and are pollinated by moths. Before a flower opens, it deposits its pollen on the sides of the pollen presenter. The flowers remain open for more than one night and the pollen is transferred to other flowers by visiting moths Because only the very tip of the style is receptive to pollen, self-pollination is avoided.
The fruit is a segmented green capsule, ± 6 x 13 mm, like a miniature pumpkin, splitting and peeling back to reveal shiny orange-red, kidney-shaped seeds (Feb.-June). In other turraeas, such as
T. floribunda, the seeds have bright orange arils that attract birds who eat and disperse the seeds. The orange-red part in
Turraea obtusifolia is not an aril but the seed coat. There is an aril but it is white, very small and completely hidden. All parts of this plant are poisonous.
Conservation status
Turraea obtusifolia is not listed on the Red List of South African plants 2006-08-07.
Distribution and habitat
Turraea obtusifolia is found in coastal forest, bushveld, coastal dunes and rocky outcrops on the east coast in the Eastern Cape, KwaZulu-Natal and Mozambique and in Mpumalanga, Gauteng, Limpopo, North-West, Swaziland, Botswana and Zimbabwe.
Derivation of name and historical aspects
The genus
Turraea is named after Georgio della Turre, professor of botany and director of the Botanic Garden at Padua from 1649-1683, who published a catalogue of the plants in the garden in 1660. The species name,
obtusifolia, means blunt-leaved in Latin and refers to the often blunt tip of the leaves.
The common name, small honeysuckle tree, is derived from the superficial resemblance of the flowers of its sister species
Turraea floribunda, the wild honeysuckle tree, to those of the honeysuckle, genus
Lonicera, family Caprifoliaceae, but there is no real relationship between them. The flowers of
T. floribunda have longer and narrower, greenish yellow petals and a strong, sweet scent, and the resemblance to honeysuckle is much stronger than in
T. obtusifolia, whose starry white flowers are more often mistaken for a kind of jasmine. I frequently see visitors to Kirstenbosch spot a bush in flower and go over to smell the flowers, expecting to be rewarded with a sweet jasmine-like fragrance but being rebuffed, finding absolutely no scent whatsoever.
There are ± 50 species of
Turraea occurring in Africa, Madagascar, the Mascarenes and the Comores and one that occurs in the tropical Far East. Six species occur in southern Africa:
T. obtusifolia and
T. floribunda (wild honeysuckle tree) occur in the Eastern Cape, KwaZulu-Natal and Swaziland ;
T. nilotica (Lowveld honeysuckle tree) in Limpopo, Mpumalanga, and Swaziland ;
T. pulchella (dwarf honeysuckle tree) in Eastern Cape and KwaZulu-Natal ;
T. streyi in KwaZulu-Natal ; and
T. zambesica (Zambezi turraea) in Botswana and Namibia.
The mahogany family (Meliaceae) is a large, tropical and subtropical family famous for its timber trees. It is made up of ± 50 genera and 800 species. In southern Africa there are six indigenous genera:
Nymania, Ekebergia, Entandophragma, Pseudobersama, Trichilia and
Turraea and four introduced and now naturalized genera:
Cedrela, Khaya, Melia and
Toona. Most South Africans would recognize
Melia azedarach, known as the syringa or Persian lilac, a decorative garden tree introduced from India that has naturalized in many parts of the country and is now a declared invasive. Other members of the Meliaceae featured on
plantzafrica.com to date include
Nymania capensis, Ekebergia capensis, E. pterophylla, and
Trichilia dregeana.
Ecology
The flowers are pollinated by moths. Before a flower opens, it deposits its pollen on the sides of the style head. Flowers remain open for more than one night. The pollen is transferred to other flowers by visiting moths Only the very tip of the style is receptive to pollen, so self-pollination is avoided.
Uses and cultural aspects
Turraea obtusifolia is said to be very poisonous. Its leaves, bark and rootbark are used in traditional medicine to treat stomach and intestinal ailments, and as a drastic purge. The leaves contain chemical compounds known as limonoids, like those found in the neem tree (
Azadirachta indica also in the Meliaceae, native to India ) which are used in agriculture as antifeedants i.e. as insect repellants to protect crop plants from insect damage.
Turraea obtusifolia could therefore also be used as an antifeedant. The related species,
T. floribunda, is also used in traditional medicine to prevent fearful dreams associated with a weak heart, as a strengthening tonic after the death of a kraal member, to induce the neurotic state needed by diviners for divining dances, and to treat heart disease, rheumatism and swollen, painful joints, and in Zimbabwe,
T. nilotica roots are used to treat abdominal pain, venereal diseases, constipation, menstrual cramps, epilepsy, diarrhoea and pneumonia.
Growing Turraea obtusifolia
Turraea obtusifolia will perform at its best if grown in well-drained but moist, nutrient-rich, loamy, humus-rich soil in a warm, sunny, semi-shaded or lightly shaded position. It needs water in summer but will tolerate drought during winter. It is sensitive to strong winds and frost. It is quite quick to get going from seed but is slow-growing and long-lived. Prune to shape. Use it as an ornamental shrub in the garden or a specimen in a container.
Propagate by seed or cuttings. Sow fresh seed soon after harvesting in autumn-winter, or keep the seed cool and dry (not frozen) and sow in spring. Clean off the fleshy orange layer and sow 2 mm deep in well-drained, sterile soil, and place the trays over bottom heat of 28°C. Take softwood or herbaceous cuttings of the new growth that is hardening, in spring to summer. Use a rooting hormone and place the cuttings in a mist unit with bottom heat of 28° C.
Author
Alice Notten
Kirstenbosch National Botanical Garden
Written February 2007, the journey of the Honey Suckle Tree
Brought to us from the heart of Grandmother Rhonda Magic of Time, February 2010
"a good lance, relieves our pain"
Warriors of the Earth 
Sacred Song Blessings, gift all a good song, because you are perfect in all that does song. Our hearts reach into heaven, and we flood, with a sound, the music of Angels, that gift us pure sound. I want you to know, that you are part of God, the echo, that lingers till light hits the "Dawn". And we are the magic, that children who know, the heart always has pureness, like the blessed snow!
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