New Year’s Eve ~ 2017

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Ancient trees photographed by Beth Moon ‚̧

 

Last day ~ dawn, sunrise… early morning chatter of our many feathered friends; last goodbyes of 2017.¬† I feel heavy, low, sad and withdrawn.¬† Yes my dearest sacred friend PR… there is that¬†vast expanse of joy rippling inside me.

It feels like something needs to be faced.¬† It’s tender and sore… fragile in its sadness; if you could just get past that solid door… protecting your rhythmic emotions.¬† Yes life has its twists and turns… we have little control at times.¬† Is it all destined, proclaimed by the stars… our galactic friends supporting our evolution.¬† We do come here to know, understand and flower… find home amid this space of shifting matter.

My left ankle ~ strangely I became aware of sensations there while focusing on¬†deeper more subtle¬†sensations in my pelvic region, vagina and womb.¬† What’s the connection with my ankle… curious connection I thought.

My left ankle was fused when I was 10yrs old… the polio virus paralysing the feminine side of my body.¬† Scars were left to remind.¬† Healing journey can span many years.¬† The ankle¬†pain and restriction deepened and spread… now encased in a holding bandage, giving¬†me support¬†to walk.

What is this being brought to my attention.¬† My left side paralysed… stopped from moving forward.¬† Obviously something proceeded this event… I’ve had my visions, thoughts and memories.¬† Little Healer marilyn trying to save.

No event, sensation, murmur or shouting ~ from our sacred body, is ever without reason or purpose.¬† Life doesn’t waste its precious breath on inconsequentials.¬† The loss of innocent sacred sexual selves… the miracles that occur inside a Woman’s Womb.¬† My body a manifestation and reminder of my journey.

Sounds of crashing waves¬†fill the space.¬† The contrast ~ the gentle flow of the incoming¬†ripples meandering¬†along the river.¬† Super Moon (close to Earth) is whipping up the tides to a frenzy.¬† Went down for a play in the waves yesterday… they were certainly rambunctious and forceful.¬† 2018 comes in with some mighty force.

So here I sit at the boundary line… feeling this heavy sense weighing on my shoulders.¬† My throat ~ my familiar place of holding.¬† This area will be healed this year.¬† I need my voice ~¬†to fulfil my task.

We’ve all been called to the starting line.¬† Ready or not… Saturn here we come.

The heaviness and sadness… move into it, where is it stored.¬† Why is it heavy, filled with weighty moisture.¬† We sit on the cusp of a mighty Super Full Moon in Cancer.¬† We’ve entered the portal gates ~ the power is immense.¬† Waves, huge waves crashing on your consciousness.¬† Knocking at the door… of your deeply buried secrets.¬† Time to remove those rotting piles of yesteryear.

Where in my body ~ my neck of course… the place the virus first took hold.¬† Down my spine, across my shoulders… radiating around my neck, into my face (the mask I show the world).¬† I sense a small frightened child hiding behind a wall.¬† The congruency ~ ’cause I can see her strength… her flaming heart and golden power centre; her shiny armour and wells of wisdom.¬†¬†¬†A very special little girl come down from a line of special people.¬† But she hides herself ~ afraid.¬† Who is her pursuer… what danger is she in;¬† as she’s such a brave little girl… courage steeped in ancient wisdom.

Throat ~ my voice, my body tenses.¬† I can feel the fear, the adrenalin cursing through my body.¬† Where am I, what’s the danger.¬† My throat feels paralysed… locked down, frozen.¬† A fear of speaking up.

The sadness ~ what is it.¬† Ohhhhhh Nooooo ~ my left hand cradles my face as my other hand transcribes on the page.¬† Ohhhhh not that.¬† The Cancer Super Full¬†Moon ~ long ago memories of the Mother.¬† My throat restricts… my solar plexus tightens.¬† My pelvic area is quiet and still… freezing over, entombed in mourning.

‘Run, hide… don’t let them see you’ ~¬†her power and strength still radiating through the fear in her face, as the flames licked at her feet; I watched them consume her.¬† A life of hiding began… generation after generation.

Oh my body… my solar plexus and throat.¬† Please lovers, angels, guides… my beloved ancestors, help me release these suffocating chords, rusted chains and lonely prison cells.¬† The time of hiding is over.¬† You have the support of generations of Mothers.¬† You see them at times.¬† You know they’re here.

The time of awakening ~ the time of birthing is here.¬† The Sacred Womb of Woman will herald the sacred healing of the whole.¬† 2017 brought you to here… right now in this space.¬† Can you let it all go… step over the threshold to a whole new reality.

The Angels are with you.

 

 

 

 

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marilyn

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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