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Tree Whisper Oracle

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The Realm of the Whispering Trees.

Do you believe in faeries and the spirits of the trees? Have you ever seen one yourself? Do you have a story to tell?

You have found the home of the Whispering Trees.  Here you will find Them.  Among the ferns and the ivies, within the tree trunks and old magic stumps. Between the blades of grass and gentle mosses. You will discover the nature spirits of the woodlands and wild places.

Share your story with me and I will share my story with you.


Tree Whisper Oracle

2nd Edition
The Secret Garden


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My Journey With Trees

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I invite you to take one step farther, into the woodlands and the wild places. And I will tell you a story of a girl and her woodland. And of how she discovered the spirits in the trees.

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Into The Woods

The woodlands have always captivated and enlivened my senses, their wild untamed beauty spoke to my spirit in a language I understood.  My earliest childhood memories, echo with eerily beautiful impressions.  Cool soft earth and sweetly scented pine air.  Primitive rooted giants and crooked cathedrals. And murmurings of obscured animal voices, amplified in the dense shade.

You see, long long ago I went for a walk one day, into the deep dark woodland I wandered, I was very small then but I remember I felt no fear, no foreboding of the dark and her monsters, I felt only the comforting familiarity of my wild ancient home.  This place I knew in my bones.  I knew the dense shadows and the hidden beings, I knew the hollows and the watching eyes, I heard the sound of hoof and claw and called it family.   Here I was safe, protected and concealed among the trees, the woodland held my kin skin.  So you see long long ago, a young girl wandered into the woods one day, the sun gave way to the moon, and this little girl, she never left.


The Tree Whisper Oracle was an intimate cocreation, a synergy between this little girl, although a little older now, and her woodlands. These artworks are the effect of a life long beautiful relationship between woman and nature. These creative photographic images capture an intimate depth of tree consciousness, the potent essences of nature. They offer hidden dimensions of beauty of the spirits of the trees.  These divine beings of the wooded lands reveal to the believer their gentle yet profound whispers and wisdoms and if you walk slowly and listen softly, you too may hear the whispering trees in your wild places.​

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Creating the Tree Whisper Oracle

I'll be a lion if you be a bear!
Lets play a while and call it magic.

I remember my very first felt sense of the woodland. I was a tiny slip of a girl, no more than four years old and my parents took me for a walk deep into the bowels of a wild place. I remember running ahead on an equally tiny wisp of a path that seemed to fit me perfectly, clearly the woodland knew I was coming. Tiny arms brushed against soft things and scratchy things, and big bushy things. "Don't go too far" my mother's voice drifted growing faint, joining the delights of the woodlands song. But I kept running. And my human child way of being was lost to my parents.  The woodland turned my skin wild and I shifted shape for the first time. My two legs became four, curved and clawed.  And thick soft fur swallowed long golden strands. I had become the wildest animal that lived in the woodland. I left the path of the two leg walkers, dashed deep beneath the bracken and disappeared into a rustle of leaves. Frantic echoes of a mother and father desperately vaulted over sky ladders. But, I didn't make a sound. I had no concern for their fears. I felt detached from them. I only emerged from my den some time later when they crossed my path, I greeted them with the biggest roar I could muster. They never took me back to the woodland. But something inside me had changed, my kin skin had returned to me and as often as I could I would find my way back to my woodland home. For the following 35 years the woodland and the wild places were the garden within which I created play.

I remember being not much taller, nestled sitting in amongst the tall grasses of the woodland edge, always concealed always waiting for the seasons to offer me age and freedom. Looking for faeries was my main job, a very serious and important job. Later in time, hot summer days were filled with building dens and exploring the river. In gangs we would descend into the woodland, little savages, camouflaged, we would hunt down each other and taking prisoners. A little older still and I became the woodland ranger offering adventure tours for my younger cousins, A typical excursion included vanishing into the woods for the whole day, usually involving some dangerous situation we would conceal from our parents until decades later when we had all survived childhood. For years I walked and wandered, observer and explorer, growing older as maidenhood gave way to motherhood and harsh experiences of life wore on me. Yet all those years, unconscious magics were growing inside me, infusing my spirit with the purest of natures essences. Revealing a beautiful imagination, integrative of the elemental forces I fully immersed myself in each day. I would talk to the trees, share my thoughts and feelings and unconsciously synchronise my body with the body of the land . My relationship with the trees evolved into a depth of reciprocal communications which opened for me the gateways between the folds of light.

Take a walk with me, it is 2019 and we are in a woodland in Fort Augustus, I call this woodland the land of the giants, colossal trees seem to reach the stars themselves and giant ferns swallow tiny humans and beasts of all kinds. This place stirs a remembrance of the very first felt sense of my own woodland all those years ago. I felt a sudden request from within, that I needed to take photographs. I spent the following months taking hundreds of photos. Taking photos had always been my life's long hobby and my richest joy.  This held something magical, about the natural beauty that could only be captured in a single spontaneous moment. A moment of inspiration.  And on this day, in this woodland, these moments held space for mysterious beings to reveal themselves. They travelled through the folds of light, through gentle whispers that may otherwise have remained in secret. Night came early in those cold months. In diminishing low light, I sank deeper into my cosy sofa. Toby my old dog curled up in the nook of my legs. I contemplated my photographs, holding them in curious regard. In this moment I heard the first clear voice of the trees, "turn me this way". I let instinct guide me, felt senses weaving the ways of my ancestors, I was remembering my soul kin. And then. there they were, I had found the Tree Spirits once again.

I continued to spend time in the woodlands and wild places, alone and with company, often my mum, also a tree person, would walk with me. Toby always by my side, or not far off usually in some foreign bush introducing himself to the locals. Often I would hear the whispering trees, encouraging me on. Wandering was usually intuitive and guided by my felt senses. Listening to the gentle call of the tree spirits as they guided me to their roots. I often found myself held within a reverent stillness before the grandest of trees. Gazing into their elegant branches, obscured shapes, gracefully morphing before me, revealing to my imagination parts of animal faces, expressions, personalities and intentions. Their prehistoric presence saturated the air, "We are your oracle" they breathed. In time I knew that I was creating the Tree Whisper Oracle and that it was no longer solely for myself. That they, wanted to lift their energetic roots, climb out of the earth and walk.

Originally the Tree Whisper Oracle was a personal project, the oracle deck to be my own and shared only with a handful of friends. However, encouraged by a growth in popularity I continued to print small batches for those who would seek out the tree spirits and who's wild ears listened softly for the faintest of tree whispers. I used a simple mirroring effect to reflect the photographic images. Finding the symmetry within the bark's ridges and furrows, scales and plates, seeking that harmony which would offer a pathway for the tree spirits to be seen. Branches became powerful limbs and twigs transformed into curious facial features. Elaborate cloaks and sweeping veils morphed through leaves, lichens and mosses. Seen once again became the tree spirits, the elementals and hidden animals spirits of the woodlands and wild places, revealed from between the folds of light. Tidal iand inexpressible were my feelings, the beauty of the the tree spirits took my breath away.

The little slip of a girl finally found her faeries.

So lets play a while and call it magic.

Deeper into the woods.

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My Practice

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Hi I'm Mags

The human co-creator of Tree Whisper Oracles.

I am a fully qualified counsellor holding a certificate in Counselling Skills and a COSCA Diploma in Person-Centred Counselling and Psychotherapy.  I also hold a certificate in Focusing Skills.  I am also a Druid, currently training in the Druid Grade with OBOD, having completed the Bardic and Ovate Grades of training.

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Spiritual Depth Counselling

Focusing Oriented

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I support my clients in their own spiritual depth journey. Keeping them company as they navigate their inner realms and explore mysterious and secretive depths within.  A self-guided discovery of the hidden wonders and wisdom of the body. 

I adhere to an ethical code of conduct and provide post session support. My sessions are 60 minutes by video call. 

If you feel it is the right time for you to follow your inner wild self and embark on a journey of transformation I invite to send me an email if you feel called to work with me.

Fairy tales of trees with human faces, trees that can talk, and sometimes walk.

Peter Wohlleben

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