It’s a new day



changing mood

It’s been an eventful few weeks.  An ‘invasion’ of sorts to my tranquil Sacred Space.  On first hearing the news my old, familiar companion fear emerged, my Sacred Space was threatened.  This threat was real, noise, dust for sixteen hours a day, I was concerned for my health.  Four months of cars and trucks passing by my southern boundary fence…. not a great distance from my house.

My neighbour,  a rather unpleasant man is getting rid of all the trees on his six hundred plus acres.  They’re plantation trees, a scheme begun as an alternative to paying tax.  The schemes went bust some time ago.  So farmers have been left with these plantations and are no longer being paid.  The original agreement was they would receive a regular payment.  It was big news around these parts at the time.  As many farmers, looking to find extra income, signed up.

It’s fair enough… my neighbour wants the plantation trees gone.  He runs cattle on his land, and with the lack of rain this last year, more grazing land is needed.  I have no issue with him needing to do this.  As always it’s the way!  Yes, there’s been many calls to both council and the forestry manager… and the neighbours.  Not my favourite job.  But boy… did it uncover some interesting emotions.  The rage of the ancient feminine.


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I’ll begin by saying, I’m not against men, I’m not… I have a beautiful son.  I’ve never been a feminist.  During those times, as a young woman, I was attracted to the ‘inner’ life.  I pursued, what some would call (I don’t) a spiritual life.  I lived in an ashram for nearly ten years.  My focus was on other things.  Not the male/female thing.

It really shocked me, the rage that surfaced… as I tried, yes I tried, to converse with men doing their job.  I felt so much anger,  as if it surfaced from some deep and bottomless pit of ancient experience.  It was visceral.  I felt this rage rip through my body.

After visiting the council, I sat on a sunny bench in a little park outside, the winds were cold.  I wrote page after page after page.  I don’t recall ever feeling so much rage.  It didn’t feel negative… it felt real.  Ages and ages and ages… of male domination and rule.  Again, I’m not a man hater, I’m not.  But the reality is we’ve lived in a male dominated world for thousands of years… yes thousands.  And I can tell you, whatever that was inside me, I’ll call her Lilith… she was furious, the power of her rage shocked me.


‘What is it about men and their jobs’, I’d splutter.  ‘What is it with their bloody singular focus?’ I’d spew.  ‘It’s like no-one or nothing else exists, except their bloody job!!’  Mad doesn’t do it, this was rage.  As if it went back thousands of years.  The collective rage of the feminine.

Knowing what I know, and seeing what I see, I understand it’s time.  It’s the return of the Feminine… and this isn’t just new age talk.  I’ve seen it.  I saw the Divine Feminine enter through the portal… yes, I know that can sound a bit ‘woo hoo’… but it’s true.  A new Age has birthed, of that I have no doubt.  It’s the return of the Feminine (not necessarily gender) after such a very long time.  It’s happening.  I’ve seen it, I hear it… I can feel it.  Oh yes, the old is still in operation, holding on for dear life.  But the words coming out of my mouth a lot lately… ‘boys, your time is up!’  ‘It’s finished’… your rule is over.

Now I don’t often exhibit these kind of emotions… I consider myself a child of the Light.  I like kindness and care (I’m a Virgo), healing and nurturing… respect and consideration, peace and tranquility.  There really is only one thing that pulls my passions like nothing else… and that’s Life.  And any threat to Life, mine or others… Athene the warrior comes bursting forth!  She’s big and she’s strong… and she won’t take any flack.  The power of the woman is mighty indeed. She’s been burned and buried, forgotten and denigrated… treated as a lesser being.  But as I said…. ‘boys it’s over’.

Oh yes… I’d rather live with the trees and the animals, feel the magick… merge into the oneness.  That’s my preference.  But there are times when different approaches are needed.

Feminine and Masculine are energies, not people.  Our worlds have been dominated by the masculine over many, many generations… we hold these memories inside us.  But a new Age has birthed, it’s a new time.  These cross overs can be messy.

Oh, and third week of the creative writing course… boy what an amazing journey it is.  Powerful and exciting.

Wishing you a wonder filled week…

much love… marilynxxx



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I love to write . . . I love to appreciate all the beauty in life. I find comfort and healing in dear Mother Nature's bounty, creative projects fill my home ~ everywhere. I've done many things and more await me ~ life is a journey, a creative adventure. I often say thank you for all that's been given.

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