Earth Treasure Vase: Global Healing Project
Linking our world in a practice of planetary protection & renewal.

Findhorn, Scotland

Buried October 27, 2015, on the Full Moon at Sundown

Once upon a time, Cynthia Jurs traveled to East Asia with a question: How can I contribute to healing the Earth? She was given an unusual answer by a Tibetan lama, literally an elder living in a cave á la the fairy tales. He said: “Take these Earth Treasure Vases and see that they are buried in the Earth.” That was 30 years ago; this has been her walk and way since.

Last year, she brought an Earth Treasure Vase (ETV) to the New Story Summit (NSS) at Findhorn. She was encouraged to do so by Gigi Coyle, who must have seen that a significant contribution of healing might come through the legacy of this gathering, anchored in the good Findhorn soil. With time, it became clear that the Findhorn Earth Treasure Vase was to embody three primary purposes:

  1. To honor and anchor the healing knowledge of the Findhorn Community in the global mandala of ETV Earth
  2. To be a seed for the best of the old and new stories for our times coming through the New Story
  3. To be a vessel for healing the legacy of the persecution of the healers, a.k.a. “witches”—in Scotland and

At the end of the NSS last October, I made a commitment to return to Findhorn to participate in the final burial of the ETV in honor of this powerful call for healing. While I relate to all three of these purposes, I was specifically called for the third.

Over the year, I worked closely with Cynthia in the United States and two elders from the Findhorn Community, Dürten Lau and Craig Gibsone, plus long-time resident Sara Trevelyan, who were entrusted with stewarding the Vase in Findhorn. The call to return this autumn came unexpectedly, as we had decided together to wait to do the burial until the spring. So much for our plans! On the 13th moon since the dedication of the Vase, the little clay pot would be full, ripe and ready for the final preparations and burial. Messages came through meditation. We listened together. We all said yes. I got ready to travel and asked for support. In those few days of preparation, Cynthia happened to be in California and was able to give me, warm hand to warm hand, me the last essentials: sealing wax, earth connecting to the other Vases in the mandala, the special herbs and flowers grown in her garden that accompany each burial, and a bundle of prayers and offerings she had convened for me to carry to Findhorn. Now, with a full larder, it was time to go.

Coming Home to the Stones

During the NSS, I had an experience and was shown one way to contribute to healing the legacy of the persecution of the healers—an action specific to releasing the memory that had been held in the rocks, the moss and stones within the Earth body in the land near Findhorn. During this download I was sitting next to Pat McCabe, Diné yelder (young elder) also known as Woman Stands Shining, who was instrumental in the ceremonies that took place during NSS, and also carries a strong prayer to be part of healing this legacy.

As chance would have it, when I arrived in northern Scotland, she was there to prepare for several ceremonies with a similar intent that will take place in Europe this spring. She and a colleague picked me up at the airport. We went immediately to a nearby stone circle. Though still dizzy from the travel, and perhaps in part because of this altered state of exhaustion, it was there that I first understood the purpose of liberating the memory of the traumas. I had not, to that point, asked why this liberation was being called for—a small miracle in and of itself for those who know me !.

The first thing I noticed was that I felt a deep welcoming from the stones— a warm, full welcome, as if I were a long lost relative, family member, even a daughter of the land. It was palpable and filled me with joy and curiosity. I sat on the edge, walked the perimeter and eventually entered. And the knowing was there: The purpose of releasing the memory is to again be able to access the memory of what is known behind, underneath, before this one; to gain access to the healed picture, the ancestral memory of our unbroken line of connection, to a way of knowing that evolved over countless generations of living in deep connection with place in the European ancestral lands and is remembered both in those lands as well as in the European and the Western diaspora.

Pat and I talked late into the night, and witnessed that there is a momentum growing with all of this, that we are but one wave of many contributing to healing this legacy. It is truly a gift to be part of, an honor to have carried the prayers of many, known and unknown, with and as part of Beyond Boundaries, as a witness to Findhorn and the unfolding of the NSS, and the many connections coming through that work as well as others. I am deeply grateful that this memory may return and be remembered as part of the new story…and that we can all contribute to this continued unfolding.

Final Preparations

Before I arrived, we scheduled four days for the final preparations, honoring the elements, and what each steward knew remained to be done. This included a ceremonial fire, time with the Scottish sea, a synchronized meditation and conference call with the wider NSS and ETV communities, burial preparations and more. Each day, we met in the Community Center, and listened for how to proceed.

Fire in the Valley

For my personal offering, I was to place the ashes of The Hammer of Witches in the Vase. When the knowing to do so came, I knew very little about the book and had only heard it mentioned once by Sabine Lichtenfels at the Global Love School in Tamera. As it turns out, it was originally written in Latin by a German author, and was key in establishing the logic behind the witchhunts and trials. This same logic would later be used to fuel the fires of colonialism and validate the methodology of force, domination and conquering of countless Indigenous lands and Peoples that characterizes Western expansion. These histories are deeply connected and their legacy continues to ripple, every day. I brought the book to Scotland with the intention to do the fire there. But where?

“This history, especially for western women, is an unhealed collective wound we still carry and resonates deeply with the suffering of Indigenous Peoples worldwide as colonialism and the Church inflicted their dominance over the Earth.” – Cynthia Jurs

For many years, Marko Pogacnik has worked with the lands near Findhorn, studying the energetic landscapes and guiding landscape healing, including at Cluny Hill, one of the primary sites where the hunts and brutal killings took place. We knew we needed to go there as part of the preparation so the team brought in Katharina Brocke, a long-time collaborator with Marco and one of the locals most knowledgeable about the area. She would become my fire guide, bringing us first up a spiral walkway to the top of a hill, then to a valley, where we knew to go. As we reached the valley floor, I saw the place where the fire was to occur. Though we had not planned to do the fire there, we did bring the materials with us. I went to gather them from the car. A European Robin greeted me at the threshold gate, entering my path, bringing me pause, asking me to pay even greater attention. Later as we left through this same gateway, the robin would come again, flying close, back and forth, opening and closing the threshold as we left with the ashes in the final moments of daylight.

I returned with what we needed. Dürten and Katharina were there waiting, two yelder women standing as pillars of witness, holding space and anchoring the preparation and execution of the fire. I carved the Earthen bowl, the space for the fire, lined it with beauty from the forest, and prepared the fire—small, beautiful, just enough to do the job. We lit it with sparks from a flint and steel fire kit. Fire lit, The Hammer of Witches rested on a tree stump, in waiting. For some time I could not approach it. The weight of its legacy pressed on me like a falling brick wall. It was hard to focus under the pressure, the memory, the field of consciousness represented by that book, the rationale for centuries of unspeakable violence against healers, women, Peoples and the Earth itself. Katharina stood between me and the book. She guarded the gate. She helped me to gather myself. I got still, empty, resolute. With pure intention, I picked it up and was able to bring it to the fire. We honored what had been; we said thank you. And brought it to a small fire held in the wetness of the earth. It burned in sections, whole eras at a time, pages torn from the memory of the West. When the book was no longer a book, there was ash mixed with fire. It burned for enough time. Then, it was finished. The Earthen hearth restored to wet, moist ground; we left the area better than we found it, and took the ashes to offer to the Vase.

Full Moon Meditation

On the eve of the burial, we hosted a synchronized meditation and first-ever global ETV video conference call over Zoom technology, widening the circle of attention to include many from the NSS and ETV communities. Cynthia led the meditation from her home in New Mexico and callers joined in from around the world. Those in the room made offerings first, and then we spiraled out around the globe, receiving the gifts of each caller. As virtual offerings were made, we added seeds from the land to the Vase as symbolic offerings. In a follow up email, Sara Trevelyan, one of the four Vase stewards, said it best: “It was an incredible achievement to be able to connect our presences around the globe in such a direct and engaged way. All of this flows into the ETV here at Findhorn and will empower and support its placement in the earth this afternoon. The impulse and inspiration of the NSS was very present in our gathering in a way which honors each one of us at this time, the global community and the earth… May all the seeds flourish and may peace deepen and grow between us.”

The Burial

The day of the burial, the weather was gentle, beautiful, and unusually sunny for the time of year. We four met again in the Community Center for our daily check-in, and asked together what more might be needed in the final hours. Near sunset we would gather in the Original Garden for the last round of offerings, and there were a few hours left. The details were clear and easily accounted for, so we focused on the “double-booking”—there was a Findhorn co-workers meeting at the same time as the burial. Was this a conflict? How could we connect the intentions and include others who were attending to the day-to-day needs of the community? With a flash of inspiration, we found a way through, and had just enough time to bring the Vase to the opening of the meeting. With no available car, we stood in the runway reconsidering our last-minute impulse. In that exact moment, a man approached Dürten for a signature on a check; he had a car on hand, and was happy to provide us his chariot. At the meeting, over 100 Findhornians added their prayers and offerings to the Vase, widening the circle once more. We returned to the quickening of the final hours.

In the garden, we four met again and sat in a circle of gratitude for all that made this possible. We met at the sacred stone, and there we opened the Vase one more time; I added all that I had brought from California, the offerings and stories both. Sara led a final meditation with the 20 or so people who gathered— one last circle of offerings. Craig completed the burial site by digging a hole three-feet deep by one-foot wide, in the part of the original garden left for the elementals.

Prayers and final preparations made, the time had finally come. We sealed the Vase in the way prescribed, dripping hot wax on the cords, and on ourselves as we

learned this process together in the dark. We enclosed it in the beautiful ceramic vessel Craig had created, a phoenix on one side and dragon on the other, and sealed that, too. Then, we made our way together to the burial site. We worked in concert, spoke little, laughed some. We looked down the three-foot hole, gave thanks and began to fill it. First, Cynthia’s homegrown herbs and flowers, then layers of flowers from the Findhorn lands and gardens, water, ashes, rocks, moss, stones, more prayers, song, and finally the Vase, and Earth to cover it all. At that exact moment, people all around the world gathered and attuned from their places, offering their part from where they stood, including Cynthia, who traveled to the Cave of the Winds at the center of the ETV mandala above Los Alamos National Laboratory. A global community planted the seed of these prayers. We did what had to be done. And so it was.

Disappeared in the Wild Edge

The next morning, I returned to give to any final attention needed at the burial site, only to find there was no trace of the events of the days before. The Vase disappeared into the wild edge of Findhorn. Our work was done and the work of the Vase just begun.

Rerouted by My Ancestors

The journey home was unexpected and kept me in Scotland longer than planned. Heathrow International Airport could not keep up with the usual pace of travel due to a thick London fog, a huge opaque cloud pattern that disrupts the ability to see. I took the days of cancelled flights to slow down, enjoy the continued hospitality and take in all that had happened. Then, I knew it was time to go and made my way to the airport. By then more and more flights were being cancelled and the woman at the desk looked at me squarely and said, “There is no way to get you home.” I had researched all of the flights departing from this tiny airport in northern Scotland and there was one route that stuck with me: The route that followed my ancestral migration: Scotland to Ireland to Chicago and finally California. I pleaded that she would please try this route. She said it would not work, that she had tried it for others, but obliged. To her complete surprise, it did. She did not understand why it worked, but it did. She looked at me with a grin on her face and said, “You are the lucky one today.” I replied, “Luck of the Irish.” We smiled. It was time to go home.

Financial Report

Saying yes on short notice and without the funds to make the trip was a leap of faith, and the support came quickly and gracefully. The fundraising goal was $2,250. In less than two weeks time, $2,500 was gifted to make this possible, as well as room and board at Findhorn. Total expenses were

$2,100, leaving a small cushion to pay forward. Thank you all for the support, the readiness to leap together to meet the timing, and for the abundance that remains.

And Now…

As I understand it, once the Vase stewards have finished preparing the burying the vessel, their duty is done, but the relationship is only beginning. The Findhorn Vase will continue radiating each of our prayers, honoring and anchoring the healing knowledge of Findhorn, remembering the New Story, and healing the legacy of power over that included the persecution of healers. Each full moon, people join in a meditation practice, attuning to and strengthening the ETV healing mandala. We are all invited.



Ode to an Earth Treasure Vase

Earthen clay molded by human hands,

Shaped into a vessel for prayer

Longing to meet its purpose.

Christened on the altar of the

New Story Summit:

Global community; prayers and action.

One calendar year; 13 moons,

Four stewards, four directions united by a common task,

Weaving a tapestry of belonging to a new story. Remembered.

Gifts dressed for eternity, given wholeheartedly: Offerings of leaves,

seeds, rings, waters, memory, human hairs, animal hairs, earth,

image, story and ashes. So much more. Seen and unseen.

And you, dear ones, who wept silently and for so long, keeping the

balance, keeping memories at rest: Rocks, Moss, Stones, thank you.

Full. Ripe. Ready. It is time. Beauty before, behind and within.

Protected on one side by a dragon, the other a phoenix.

Buried three feet deep, resting on flowers.

Disappeared into the wild edge of the

Original Findhorn garden. Place of great pumpkins.

Radiating memory: There is a new story.

There is a healed earth.

Healers are holy.

We are these.