Out in the pre-dawn morning . . . admiring Venus . . there’s silence . . .then out of this silence . . . Life begins, expressing itself in such joy-filled ways. The magnificent Beauty of Venus . . . the delightful slither of the Moon . . . as she prepares to end one cycle . . . . and soon begin another. Melodic sounds begin piercing the air . . . the birds are up . . . there’s plenty of activity.
Laden clouds of mist . . . hang heavily over the valleys . . . pink wisps of cloud herald the arrival of the Sun god . . . and his many magnificent blessings. Magick all around . . . I breathe in this Sacred Prana . . . clearing my nostrils . . . filling my air bags. It swirls thru my tissues . . transforming all stale energy. It brings Life. . . it brings Life . . . to all parts of my Body.
It’s getting closer now . . . not long, till the Sun bursts over the horizon . . . of forested woods . . . full of wildlife . . . creatures big and small, some so tiny. Life is happening . . . the Sacred has manifest.
Three ducks fly in unison . . . keeping each other company . . . balls of fog still lifting from the valley. Must be chilly down there . . . on this cool Spring October morning. A gorgeous Lorikeet . . . flies close by me . . . things to be done . . . lots of activity.
The Sun’s getting closer . . . it’s a very chilly morning . . . awaiting his presence . . . to bless us with his fire rays. Flints of mauve colour begin on the mountains . . . the highest points now catching those golden beams. The contrasts in the colours . . . . . . so subtle but exquisite . . . fog still hugging in crevices and corners. Like ghosts they move . . . thinly spreading . . . slowly rising . . . like steam from a kettle.
At the base of the mountain . . . they’re creeping further . . . . dispersing in volume . . . everything is alive . . . everything is living. This gorgeous hue . . . now spreads generously . . along the tops of the mountains . . . the Sun still not come out of his hiding. Gentle wisps of white cloud . . . so fine . . . and move so slowly . . . thru the early morning sky . . . heading southwards.
The Sun has hit the top of the hill . . . under the mountain . . . where the cows like to gather. It’s spreading quite quickly now . . . . his golden light magick. Still no Sun visible . . . here in the low parts . . . but over on the hill . . . a glorious light filled panorama . . spreading freely . . . his magick medicine.
It now covers the entire hill . . . all over the mountain . . . Life is just Magick . . . so grateful for all this giving. Ghostly clouds of mist still rising from their slumber . . . filling the spaces . . . with images of Neptune.
Still no Sun . . . my fingers are freezing . . . it’s a cold Spring start to this October morning.
But then yes . . . he arrives . . . and fills us with his magick . . . . thank you