It’s been a gruelling journey

Of course there’s always beauty… how can there not be? Always magick shining… if your eyes are aligned to the channel. Life… celebrating constantly. And we’re a part of the Great Miracle.

It’s just a small chance… really. A number of years… they can speed past, yet each seems centuries long. There’s all kinds of things. Some easy, some hard. Some gruelling bits that seem to be reaching for eternity.

I just need to bring myself back… to the beauty.

To the sparkling Life that radiates within me.

No two lives… are ever the same. Similarities abound… but the journey, we’re each given, and take… is totally unique.

It’s said… there’ll never be another you ever made… ever, ever… in as long as time exists. You’re the one and only… the unique creation, after which the mould is disintegrated. No chance for another like you.

The sad part… can we really understand that? Can we hold it as a reality inside us… with every step we place down… through our life, on this wonder of an Earth.

The systems will keep you racing… more and more and more to do, just to survive. The wants disguised as needs… the constant thinking, the god-awful noise. Not just the ones you hear with your physical sense… but the silent ones vibrating through your energy field.

The world’s alive with constant activity.

The things we create, the systems we live (ruled by)… the old saying “Common sense is uncommon”… never been truer than today. It can feel like a world gone mad.

But then there’s the beauty… the silent wonders, that gently touch your shoulders… bringing you back from the confusion radiating all around you.

And technology… sure, can be used to help and assist… it’s certainly never made things simpler or easier. That’s a misnomer if ever there was. The voices broadcasting… from everywhere… right into your living room.

It’s up to us to turn it off. Refuse to give them space in our sacred inner world. You need that for sanity.

‘Gruelling’… trying or taxing to the point of exhaustion, punishing’… from Merriam Webster.

It’s not a common word I use… ‘Magick’ is my most used word. Even called my Healing Centre… “Magick Moments’. I still have the tattered, peeling spare wheel cover broadcasting at the back of my car.

It’s likely many make their assumptions… A hippy… or some such thing. Labels… I’ve had many tried to stick to me… they never do… the ignorance is overwhelming.

I won’t get started with ‘the road’… my god… always the greatest indicator of humans state of mind and emotional state. It’s a war zone out there on the roads… “get out of my way… I’ve got important things to do”. “I’m more important than you”.

I wish it didn’t make me angry… but often it does. It’s life threatening… but many seem to be living in this unconscious zone… where they have no fucking clue.

Sigh.

I knew… like I always do. That’s not being arrogant, it’s a fact. I was born that way. A way of knowing things inside me… where things were heading, and what lived in silent spaces around me.

It’s not always easy. That level of sensitivity.

But as I’ve discussed with others of this elk… we’d never change it, or give it up… for all the miracles and beauty it grants us access to.

So we find a way to make it manageable.

For me… it’s been giving myself extra space away from the madness. Creating a barrier between me and it… well, as much as this is possible.

Then I can dance in the magick.

That magick is not make-believe. It’s not a trick, a sleight of hand. It’s the infinite power behind the image of everything… it’s extraordinary beauty… it’s knowledge and wisdom depthless. It’s kindness and care… can make you weep.

It’s like the gift that keeps on giving… sitting right there in front of you and all around you.

So why the gruelling?

Well, yes, there’s always the hard bits… challenges that visit, it’s part of the journey. They help us grow our muscles… our determination and resilience. But yes, they’re not the easy parts.

I’m aging… yes, in itself a revelation. I’m grateful… don’t get me wrong. That I’m still here… I give thanks for every day. Each moment would probably be good.

The journey keeps going… until it stops.

Aging… and gruelling… and I always know. They’re an interesting combo… to navigate. Need new skills, upgraded bravery and belief… true belief that is… in the things that are real. Magick is not make-believe.

I knew… clearly, this was going to be hard. Not the aging… you’re always you within it all… you don’t disappear.

But it was saying yes to something I knew better than to do.

I saw it all… it was laid out clearly… not in words or images, contracts or agreements… but the vibration was unmistakable. It was not what I wanted to do. AND THAT’S IMPORTANT.

It’s always important… to know… and to execute… your “YES” or your “NO”.

And never ever get them confused.

Life’s too precious to waste. You can’t waste it.

The age component… was being influenced… that I needed more things around me now… not isolated on some mountain… at the end of a winding road. That I needed community… you know, being close to ‘amenities’.

God… what a con.

And yes… I’m sensible… double Earth after all (Sun and Moon). I’m practical… as well as having this other part of me… that travels galaxies and just knows things. It’s an interesting mix.

So I said yes to a house in the burbs. Reminds me of my psychic friend… “you’re not suburban marilyn”… “I know” I smiled.

But I conveniently put it aside.

It was the Byron Shire after all. A bike ride to the beach, I can hear the ocean at times. Then other times there’s the echo of the highway… that runs through nature’s magick world.

I’ve still not ridden my bike to the beach… navigating the traffic getting out of my house… is far too dangerous.

It’s the image of things… then there’s the reality. It’s not difficult to see… that how we go about things… our systems (thought up by humans) creating our so called ‘community’ spaces, the very realities of our living spaces… how did they get it so back to front. So upside down. So wrong.

There’s no use fighting it… but then, I can be a bit of a dog with a bone. Trying to right the wrongs… trying to make them hear, trying to find some sanity.

Alas.

I guess many think the way things are is normal.

I can tell you it’s not.

Out the back of my suburban block, the nature reserves vibrate. If you look from the sky… the whole area is densely crowded with nature reserves and marine natural parks. Such extraordinary natural beauty. And a community of living life that live within it.

But alas… the speed continues… the ‘Please slow down’ Koala signs… not even seen or totally ignored. the ongoing, active presence of this lack of awareness and care or concern… is heartbreaking.

I knew it was going to be hard. I saw it all. I knew that I’d have to make peace with it somehow… for my sanity and mental/physical health. It’s been harder than I thought.

It’s the consistency… it’s like living amongst a tribe of goons and unconscious robotons… yes, that may seem harsh. But unfortunately a reality.

They say… it’s because everyone is so stressed with all they have to manage and do to survive. Pay their exorbitant mortgages or rent. It’s the famous Byron Shire after all.

The truth can never be hidden… it leaks and spills out everywhere.

And yes… it appears some can handle all of this more than others. Or can they? At what cost?

I’m not a ‘suburban girl’… well that’s obvious. And yes, I’m aging… and need to make allowances.

But I need some semblance of truth to be alive and active all around me… the rest is like a living death.

Another thing with aging…every skerrick of life is precious… can never be wasted.

Each day, each moment… you’re here to be You… you were created that way for a reason. For a purpose. And you need to live that, find that… be held in that. As our tumultuous human created world sorts itself out. It doesn’t have to be our reality.

So I’m putting out for my Sacred Space… I’ve always been good at finding them. Of creating them… I make beautiful sacred spaces because I need them.

I need to be surrounded by living life… by care and kindness, by awareness and bravery.

And most importantly… I need to be inspired… to be awed by the magick that we have been incarnated within.

This one special chance… to be you. Never repeated. The mould now destroyed. This one chance to create the magick that only you can.

Right up till the end.

‘Cause that’s the way it is.

Lotsa love to you and me… marilyn💚🍄🌳