growth, evolution, contentment

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Snuggled under my purple moon and stars brushed cotton doona . . . only 6.30pm (real time), awake at 2.30am… so much has been happening.

After five years of solitude and healing. . . I began my steps back to the world.  So much transpired . . . my journey of healing in this special Sacred Land.  Early days of negotiations the voice was loud and clear ‘you need to ask the Land Spirits if you can be the next caretaker’.  Visions of ancient ceremonies, discovering sacred sites . . .  ‘used for three hundred years ~ before settlement’ the Diviner said.  I came to open a Healing Retreat.

So many magickal experiences ~ new, not experienced before.  Seeing beyond the physical, visits from Star people.  New world birthing, the arrival of the Sacred Feminine . . . my healing journey.  My body weak, they all supported me.  Love flowed abundantly, there were often tears on my cheeks.  I’d feel the embrace of the Mother, feel her hand caress my cheek ~ outside in the sleepy dawn, watching the stars and waiting for the sun.

And now it’s a new time . . . the gate is opening.  I’m new, body needs to build its strength.  I step out to meet.  An area not so familiar to me.  I trust, I know what is asked for arrives.  I tend my garden, I honour the beauty . . .  I learn to love myself.

Such big times . . . especially this last chapter of 2015.  I trust Life to care for me . . . I take care of myself.  Strange things happen, people appear in my space . . . trying to make sense, understand.  I am good and pure at my core.  We seek for others to understand . . . sometimes what we cannot say.

Things being offered . . . what is real, what is not.  So much happening inside me.  I trust myself . . . I allow myself to evolve.  I know that many are here with me . . . I’m never alone.  I’ve been told that often . . . I mustn’t forget.  Events can be confusing, don’t understand . . . hold on to myself . . . the clouds always part.

I remember . . .  back in January 1985 ~ I sent out a cry for help . . . the song filled the particles in the room . . . I knew where it came from.

lotsa luv to you all. . .  marilyn ❤ ❤ ❤

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