Welcome to the Treehouse Series

Just a quiet hello from my backyard treehouse - a little sanctuary where healing thoughts, reflections and grounding voice notes come to life for our shared support as fellow humans. Sending big hugs, let's keep healing and growing, loving and laughing together!

I wrote this story below after experiencing a very real dream and vision while sitting outside in my backyard treehouse. It came to me as I was sitting...chilling, reflecting on my life, my ancestors as I was approaching the 50 threshold.

I was feeling some tinges of sadness and nostalgia and my usual awe and gratitude for life. As I had laid my head back on my chair that afternoon, listening to the birds and feeling relaxed with the scent of the sweetgrass I'd been burning in the treehouse, all of the sudden a set of images, stitched together like a dream --flashed through my mind. It lasted for a few minutes only, but it was incredible! It needed to be documented I felt, so I grabbed my phone and wrote it down in the notes section in the span of a few minutes. And below - here's the story. I hope you enjoy, let me know if it sparks anything for you.

Moving Out From the Grey Shadows Written by Tracey, Spring 2025

I had been doing a meditation in my little outdoor treehouse. I was feeling a gentle inner peace that day; all felt as it should in my life, and I was sitting back, eyes closed feeling a gentle breeze, leaves lightly moving and swaying around me. I leaned back and closed my eyes and was sending out my gratitude for this perfect day.

As I closed my eyes, I was suddenly brought to a place that seemed very far away. I looked around into what seemed like a vast, dark space and I tried to sense all around me, squinting as I adjusted my eyesight to get my bearings in this unknown space. Everything around me looked grey and stagnant, and the space looked like it was full of scratchy, grey wool blankets. The air was dry and stifling; no life seemed to be living in this part of the world. Something kept me cautiously searching and seeking around this new place I’d been transported to, and it wasn’t fear I was feeling, more of an unknown calling that kept me moving forward.

And then I saw it. Movement out of the corner of my eye from one of the grey, fuzzy looking walls in the space. As I turned to the spot I had sensed movement, my eyes focused and it looked as if the wall was slowly moving, bubbling up. It was so out of the realm of ordinary I’d ever experienced, but fear didn’t immobilize me, just a prodding curiosity. As I stepped closer, I saw clearer; a small, hunched figure moving slowing in the wall.

I called instinctively for my Dad, and he appeared by my side in an instant. Together we moved over to the hunched figure. My Dad held out a hand, and to my awe, a small hand reached for my Dad’s hand. And like a miracle I’d never even conceived of witnessing, a small figure emerged from the dark and bleak wall, holding my Dad’s hand weakly, all covered in grey, dry dust. As I stared at this figure weakly looking down at the ground, I rushed over to help.

With the help of my Dad and I on either side of this being we’d found, he slowly, almost imperceptibly walked out of the wall and into a place of more light. My gaze widened and I looked at this man; he appeared worn and tired, sad, with grey, barely alive skin colour, and a defeated look on his face.

My Dad and I quickly ushered him to a soft, wingback chair we spotted in the distance. We got him to sit, and immediately we brought him some water and sensed he was looking for a coffee. He took the coffee offered with deep appreciation and as my Dad held the mug to his lips, he took his first tentative sip. The relief seemed to instantly flood through him, and he slowly turned his head and looked over at my Dad standing beside him. As I stood on the side of this man and my Dad, I saw his face for the first time. With awe -- I realized that he looked just like my Dad; the resemblance was beautiful.

As the water and coffee coursed through him in an instant, his colour shifted from an almost blue grey colour to closer to skin tone. He had no hair, and was much smaller than my Dad, and as I looked at his face, I marveled. He had the same shape, the same expression, the same energy. I realized that this was my Grandfather I was looking at - my Grandpa Ken.

My Dad’s instincts had taken over fully in the moment. He held his Dad's hand and helped him continue to sip on the liquids we offered to him. My Grandfather slowly eased back in his chair.

My Grandpa started to communicate without words to us, but the message was very clear. He had been stuck in this place, in these walls, for decades.

Feeling intense grief and guilt and shame, he was frozen in place but still living in a realm in between earth and death. He was shattered by his grief and unable to move out of this space that was incredibly stifling, lonely and bleak. He was afraid he’d be barely conscious in these walls forever. It had been such a scary existence all this time.

Somehow, my Dad and I had accessed my Grandfather's energy. Together with my Dad, we reached through to him and brought him closer to us. Not onto the earthly plane, but in the blessed in between space where he could be resuscitated with some unconditional love and comfort. He was able to absorb coffee and some comforts and the love of his family, and it was such a miracle. He was reunited with his son, and now had access to meet the family he’d always wanted to know and grow with.

My Dad and Grandpa sat beside each other – no words, just gentle, caring silence. The beauty was stunning, and I was overjoyed. I knew we’d found a precious being that we could now reach out to in this life. I was so happy to finally meet my Grandfather, and I could feel the deep peace and contentment emanating from my Dad and Grandpa to be reunited again. We had all received a gift on this beautiful day.