Solar journey around the wheel🌞

My beautiful Healing Centre ~ Magick Moments ❤️❤️

I’m completing my Solar Journey around the great cosmic wheel.  Have stopped in and chatted with everyone along the way.  I’ve stayed in different houses… met new people.  The neighbourhood changes every time you pass through.  Nothing stays the same… everything’s always moving.

Can get pretty dizzying for a double Earth girl🙃🥴🙃… who likes solid earth under her feet.  Is that why it feels like it does?  Surrounded by (and possible floating on) tons of water.  There are trees though… beautiful trees, where the birds luv to congregate.  Thank the Goddess.  I wouldn’t’ve survived without them.

Lots of lovely old trees.  Gosh… they’re so important for us.  In so many ways.

Like all in the natural world.  Nothing’s created that doesn’t serve a primary purpose. Probably the yucky stuff as well.  To open our eyes maybe??  Shake us from our sleep walk?  We sure can get super lazy… left to our own devices.  Left on our own in isolation.

The Solar Journey relates to the cycle of the Sun around the zodiac… from one birthday to the next.  Sun returns every year to the same degree it was on the day you were born… your Birthday.  In Astro it’s known as your Solar Return.  (Which can fall on or either side of your actual birth date).

From last birthday to this one you’ve taken a journey around the great wheel. You’ve visited many places and had a multitude of experiences.  One complete chapter of your Life.  A chapter specifically related to you and your Solar Journey.

“The Sun reflects the urge within every human being to express himself and grow into what he potentially is.” Liz Green

‘The Sun, natural ruler of Leo, is a potent indicator of the individual’s authentic essence.” Kim Falconer

“Understanding our Solar needs can go a long way toward developing natural abilities.” Kim Falconer

My birthday’s in September.  So currently travelling through the final chapter of my current Solar phase.  A bit like the 12th house in the astrological chart… representing our unconscious mind, as well as the collective unconscious.  Our dark and secret hiding places as well as our connection to the great web of life.  It’s the end chapter of the journey… preparing for rebirth; and a whole new beginning.

Like any end of phase, completion of a journey… it’s a time for rest and integration. A quiet time of reflection.  Acknowledgement of the journey… and where it’s brought you.  Gratitude and thanks for all that’s been given.  Appreciation for yourself. You’ve completed another major step in your evolution.  And probably time for more sleep 😴😴😴

Life is amazing ⭐️⭐️⭐️

 

Twas a long day…

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My little friend… in her hidey-hole 💚💚

Continues… the aftermath of the very long day.

It can take a lifetime.  To wash away the mud… the dusty mouldy coat that covered us.  From so long back.  Hidden shame, disgust… how dare you bare your innocence?

Torture, dungeons, prisons… rapes.  Annihilation.  Burning at the stake.  Loved ones taken… all alone.  Hiding from the enemy.  Frightened, scared.

The saviour is coming.  Was inside me all along.

Yeah ~ the road is long.  It’s not a short and nifty journey.  Take a big breath in… step by step inside, not out.

Waiting for the bus… a Leprechaun with ginger wine chatted in stolen voice.  The spirits can do that to you.  Oh yes at first the oblivion ~ feels so good.  I know it.  But the destination is screened.  They don’t tell you where you’re going.

I have an open heart.  I don’t judge indiscriminately.  I’ve lived enough of life… of pain and suffering, to recognise it in another.  I don’t judge the bottle people or those who sleep on benches… there but the grace is me of course.  I often feel compassion.  They’re just a human being like me.

From an early age I would stop and chat to them all… a seer told me some time ago ‘you pick up on others pain’.  Thought to myself… ‘what a bloody stupid thing to do’. Thinking ~ couldn’t I pick up on something else??

My dear mother frustrated at my frequent stops… exclaimed in a gentle voice ‘Do you have to speak to everyone Marilyn??’  ‘Yes’ I replied.  I think she secretly understood.

So what chance do I have?  It came with me in the birth canal.

Back to the bus shelter ~ I was tired and wet.  And looking back, in shock.  The surrounds felt like a circus, in one of those spooky futuristic films.  Eery and strange… behind the show of fun and freedom.

A valley of lost souls… with neon signs and rainbows.  Travellers from all over.  A Mecca for the searching.  For what?  What are we looking for?  We wander far to find it.

Bus finally came.  I’d been in that shelter but out of body.  My senses overloaded. The unheard sounds… screaming for saviour.  So many masks… so much held under.

I’m open.  My gift, as a servant ~ but not as a master.

I need shelter in the store. My auric field is much too gentle.  Made of the finest, exquisite chords… the highest evolved receptors.  I pick up on everything.  How to live that way?  That’s why I need the trees and green and silence.

I hopped on the bus.  When I sat the exhaustion hit me.  It was a long trip home… via Mullumbimby.  In Bruns the streets were bare but for a solitary walker.  With effort I walked… clod, clod, clod, my foot.  The hardest walk I’ve endured for some time. Takes me back to times I experienced that same stressful limitation.  Goes back a long way, I was only 17yrs young.

Made it home.  In almost total overwhelm.  Exhaustion racked my being.  Still with my wet coat on, I started making dinner 🙄🙄  Jumped into the shower… hot water ahhhhh.  Let it caress my body.  Washing away all the energy … geez, how much did I take on??  There must’ve been so much on me (I really need a solution for that! Yeah… I’ve tried many things).

Into my cosy PJ’s, ate dinner on my bed… cleaned my teeth then slept. Hugging my teddy.  Heaps of dreams filled that night ~ ‘Merchandise ~ Selling ~ Buying’.

The end… of my day trip to Byron. (I’m sure it’s beautiful in parts…😘)

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I’m not perfect…

Portrait sketch by Frances Baxter… francesbaxterart on Instagram

Continued… from my day in the big-smoke

My body still in shock.  Exhaustion racks my senses.  My skin’s collapsed, held in place by cartilage and bone.

I’ll never be one of them.  There’s no use trying.  Do I try?  Oh yes.  I have a heart that loves and yearns to respond in kind.  But I need those boundaries firm.  I need to stay firm with my higher guidance.

I can’t afford to get lost.  The journey to myself has been a long one.  And no two are the same.  I can’t look for confirmation… it will never be.  I’ll never see myself reflected in another.

Oh yes ~ the things we share.  But that solitary space can never be divided.  So what does that mean?  How to traverse this wild expanse of living.

It’s easy to get lost… hiding behind those massive pylons; holding up the bridge… to where?  What am I crossing over… what is on the other side?  From where have I come, and where am I going?

The storm was ferocious… not seen such pounding rain for a while.  I had no umbrella and I needed to catch the bus. The bus stop was a few blocks down.

The air had a chill that day… sitting for so long my leg lost its strength.  The cold had put it to sleep… and those bloody runners had little flexibility.  My foot felt like a block of wood.  Clod, clod, clod… they could hear me coming.

Oh god I know that place… I’ve lived and visited over many decades.  It’s not there all the time, depends the shoes, the weather and how tired I am.  But the suffocating angst and tension that spreads across my body.  The tension… oh, I know it well. Trying to walk… for many so easy.

To me each time’s a challenge.

Made it to the bus stop… rain was increasing; began to pour.  The flooding kind… swept through the gutters, collected in puddles all over.

I raced into the shelter… wow, it’s been there for ages.  Remember it from decades ago.  Looking worn and dirty.  Filled with lots of people… from all directions and places.  Alcohol, slight whift of weed (personally I think it’s a better choice ~ weed that is😊).  There was a lot going on in that shelter.

It was the end of the day and it had been an early start.  The early bus to Byron. Two workshops, different groups of people… with only a short break in between.

I really don’t know how I operate.  I usually only feel the impacts.  Why I can’t do what others do?  Well, it’s been an echo in my life.  But man have I fought against it… often to my detriment.

Finding my way… the road gets more and more narrow.  It can feel lonely and isolated… or is that just an echo that’s travelled through the centuries.  My son experiences it too (sometimes).

What is the solution?  To merge fully and completely with my divine inheritance.  To step into the body of me… its shape, its colour, its dimensions.  To dive deeper down, to all the floors… wear my full colours with golden pride.  I can only be myself.

Sounds simple… but from my experience, it’s not at all.

to be continued….

Sending you lotsa LOVE… marilyn 😍🧚‍♂️😍

‘Meeting your Emotions’

‘Meeting Your Emotions’ is the module I’m reviewing for my practice coaching session in a few days.  I’ve not yet begun, when I do I might post some things I learnt… in a following blog.

I’m in the end months of completion with my coaching certification.    It’s been a big journey.  Diving down to deeper levels within myself.

I’ve been a fan of LOA (Law of Attraction) for many years.  I also have a very genuine gratitude and passion for my amazing life.  Doesn’t mean it always run smooth. You know what it’s like.

LOA in a nutshell (I’m not an expert) is ‘think it how you want it to be’.  And yes ~ our thoughts have considerable influence on what we do and how we proceed.  The tricky thing is getting to some of those unconscious thoughts… or more accurately, the unconscious realities we store in our body.

I’ve been a big body girl (Virgo 👩‍🦱)  ~ well at least for someone with a strong mental leaning. My mind is strong… and I will say, quite capable.  I give thanks to my ‘genius’ father for that.  Then, my Mother had the most powerful instinctual knowledge; with an ancient earth-based natural intelligence.  They were both pretty gifted.  It’s good to remember this ~ as we often hold challenging memories from our childhood.

What got me started on this, this morning was listening to a recording (LOA/Astro). It stimulated a lot of stuff. I went searching for some things in my shelves of journals.  I won’t go into the details and what it related to… but a potent wave of guilt flooded my body.

The guilt had this distinct flavour.  It was surrounded by grief.  Wo…. grief is a big one.  I’ve been on a journey with that these last couple of years.  After leaving my Sacred Space.

Things go back, everything is connected.  Nothing exists in isolation… it all swims around together.  Years back I was cynical of ‘other lives’.  In fact in my youth I had a strong cynical streak.  Maybe hard to believe… but true.  In one of the writing workshops I attended Rick (Morton – was a great workshop😊😊) reminded us… ‘You got to write the truest thing you know’.

I think it takes years to even get to that point.  Well at least it has for me.  Still gaining the courage to reveal myself.

So digressing (easy for me) ~ ‘past lives’.  I didn’t believe in them.  But since then I’ve ‘gone back’ (that’s what I call it)… I regressed back to another time and space.  Not in my mind.  But in my body.  I was there.  So I can’t say I don’t believe in them anymore.  Some things just are and I don’t know how to define them.  Things just happen.  And when they happen to me… I then know them, I’ve experienced them, I believe them.  If I live it, I know it.

So the grief.  Wo…. it fills my chest.  It’s a thick blanket, covering my lungs.  So much water needing release.  That grief lies underneath the guilt… I won’t go there at least in my mind.  I’ll explore the sensations in my body. Accept them, honour them, allow them to be.  They’ve been there a long time.  And they’ve served a purpose… as everything does.  Now they want my attention.

My immediate sense in encountering a powerful emotion ~ is to freeze or run, bury or distract.  It’s intense to feel powerful emotions… that’s their purpose, to get our attention.  If we follow their lead they will lead us to what’s stored in our body. Everything is stored in our body… everything we’ve ever experienced.  And some from before.  Life is a mystery.

I’ll get back to you with exploring my emotions over the next few days.  The two first ‘Integration Powers’ in our coaching methodology are ‘clarity’ and ‘acceptance’.  I’ll leave you with these.

Clarity that something exists, is clearly seen.  Acceptance is powerful, when we accept something we allow it to be.  Everything within us is valuable and needs to be honoured.  It’s a part of us.  Our Sacred creation.  As my dear Dad repeated often ~ ‘There’s no such thing as a coincidence’.  No such thing as chance… everything is joined and connected.

Becoming more aware is practice.  Like everything.  But I love that we can redirect our focus (even if bit by bit) on honouring and loving every single thing about us. The ultimate goal would be all the time.

I’m still learning… and will be till my last breath.  But there’s nothing really greater than getting to truly know yourself deeply… in every way.  After all ~ We are the gift.

My grief feel lighter already.  And my guilt has moved away.

Life is Magical ~ Lotsa Love… marilyn😍🧚‍♂️😍

A little is a lot ~ my homeopathic system🧚‍♂️

The things we do….

Did I make an intention? The day wizzed by with so much activity. Into the big-smoke… once a sleepy little coastal town; beach shacks and surfers, dirt pavements and much more rainforest. A Mecca for those looking for their Shangrila.

As it does, our ways ~ at least during this last major cycle of evolution… we continue to ‘improve’… make bigger, smoother, shinier, faster. Taking up more space… smothering the ground. Cutting down trees, trampling the invisibles under our feet.

We don the crown ~ we claim the chair… velvet voluptuousness, jewel studded; we rule our kingdom.

Others ~ underfoot, above; hiding in the bushes; staying out of our way. Divert their course, get on with the cause… instructed for millennia.

We become hardened, blind, never feeling; dumb and blind and deaf to all but our own cravings for more.

We use, abuse ~ kill and destroy. We’ve become monsters. Could we ever guess the depths we have descended. We continue on my way ~ recreation and conquering. We are masters of our world. Silent weeping fills the gaps. Why we choose the path we do… down into the sewers.

Oh yes, deceiving it is. Lit up like a castle. But scratch the surface, move a few steps closer… what do you see, but oblivion. Lost souls wandering, finding amnesia in the bottle. Or the latest powder or pill.

What have we become? In the glorified name of progress. Where are we heading? Off the cliff, most assuredly.

To be continued……

After a very long day in Byron Bay… my goodness. Yes, it’s my homeopathic nature. Life is challenging for me at times. But the writers workshops were inspiring. On New Moon day and a Venus Return for me… it was a super big day in so many ways.

Now lotsa resting ❤️❤️❤️