Author: marilyn

little Marilyn pre-polio

This 2015 certainly has a dynamic whoosh!  It’s hell-bent on movement and on a focused target.  So much can be achieved this year ~ this is the year for manifesting dreams.  For real.

I don’t recall a year that’s begun with so much momentum, I feel it in my body, in my cells ~ even as my body recoups its strength, depleted by the demanding intensity of 2014.  For me it began on January 1st, without thought or plan I started clearing my space.  It happened so naturally, seemingly without effort.  ‘I’m doing it’ I kept repeating to myself. . . I like this energy of 2015.

It feels like a culmination of my life’s experiences. . . like a crowning; experiencing a trust in myself I’ve not known before ~ like I’ve come into myself at last.

‘Where is marilyn?’ ‘Who is she?’ ‘What is she like?’ ‘Where did she go?’  I pondered these questions often last year, as my life was thrown to the squalling gale force winds.  My father once told me I went into hospital one little girt and came out another.  At the time I didn’t give it much thought, I was still deeply anchored in my reconstructed self.  The one set up to conform, to be a normal person. . . I thought.  I look back and see so much dysfunction… hardly surprising; who was behind the wheel if marilyn had disappeared?

little Marilyn in the midst of Polio (and the hospital hair cut!)

Having a natal Moon in Capricorn, foundations, stability, growth and achievement are important for my emotional wellbeing.  Moon in Capricorn reflects an innately responsible nature, with an urge to master material resources.  They can feel a deep sense of duty around supporting others.  Capricorn is realistic but feels most secure with solid structures and foundations supporting them.  Any perceived threats to these creates  insecurity.  Polio changes physical structures, it disrupts foundations.  Compensation was required, this happened physically, mentally and emotionally.

For all its trials and trauma, 2014 has gifted us with considerable understanding and wisdom. . . and with rebirth.  January 1st 2014 began with a New Moon in Capricorn . . . Pluto sat with the Sun and Moon.  Pluto great Lord of the Underworld offers his gift of transformation, if we’re willing to take the journey to the depths.  2014 was a  huge year of clearing.  At times we need to be taken to the edge to understand what we’re capable of.  The immersion into the fires of Hades, visiting the darkest corners, we find our light.  Transformation is real, we shed our skin, we are reborn.

It’s important to understand how we operate, how we are made… it helps us to be kind to our self.  We were created by the great Heart and hand of Life ~ the Master Creator.  We were made perfectly, we must never doubt this.  There are things that only we can know, only we can do; there was only one of us ever made, there will never be a repeat.  We need to trust who and what we are.  We’ve been given so much.  We’ve come here to learn and to share. . . to be our sacred self.

It’s close now this new life,  I can feel its refreshing breath on my cheek . . . not far now, we’re soon to meet.  All exists long before it culminates in the physical; it begins with a thought, a dream an idea.  It forms itself into an energetic shape, living in our outer bodies until the time is right for it to arrive in physical form.  That’s why we know it, we feel it ~ it’s already with us, just in another dimensional space.  The physical is the slowest moving of all the planes. . . it takes time to restructure itself into 3D reality.

Multiple layers of energy surround the physical body, some refer to these as aura’s or the Auric field.  The three physical planes of the Auric field are comprised of the Etheric Body, Emotional Body and Mental Body…  I exist, I feel, I think.  These three ‘bodies’ or Auric fields are connected to the physical body via various structures and systems ~ and directly impact the functioning of the physical body.  This is becoming more commonly known, at least that our thoughts and emotions have an effect on our physical health.

It was 1998 and I was experiencing my first major ‘crash’ ~ which literally chewed me up and spat me out.  I’d been working in Real Estate, for little money and very long hours.  I had an auction approaching.   As I opened my eyes to a brand new working day, I felt it straight away, I couldn’t move; it didn’t take long to register what was happening, I’d finally pushed myself over the edge.  I somehow managed to maneuver myself out of bed and went straight to the phone, I rang my therapist/friend.  ‘I’ve finally done it to myself’ I blubbered incoherently into the phone.  He had tried to warn me many times, the risks of running my tank dry.  He was clear and direct,  ‘go to your doctor’ he said.  I did.  He told me I was incoherent as I babbled on about not wanting to let people down (my job, the auction), he appeared to think this was extreme behaviour, to consider others at a time like this.  I thought it was pretty normal behaviour.

It was a long and difficult road, about two years.  Unable to function in a consistent manner, communication was difficult, I couldn’t put words together.  As you can imagine, my material world fell apart. . . I lost my home.  But my resilience was still firmly intact, I kept on walking, one foot in front of the other.

The strangest thing happened that first day, as I lay sobbing on the lounge ~ I heard a voice.  It wasn’t mine but it seemed to be coming from inside me, it sounded male, I didn’t recognise it.  It said ‘I will give you a second chance’, I replied through my copious tears ‘I promise I wont do this to myself again’.

After months at home resting and recovering my Reiki Master/Teacher/Healer at the time asked if I’d like to help with her stall at the Body Mind and Spirit expo. . . I wanted to go.  First day there we set up the stall, not long after I was feeling  weak, I needed to find a quiet place to rest.  There were so many people there.  As I walked I passed a stall offering ‘healings’ by donation, I saw something that caught my attention.  It wasn’t the words, it was the man doing the work.  I’d never seen an energy field like that around anyone before, it was so large and luminous.  I felt shy but I finally approached and asked if I could have a healing.  When the healing finished, I was shocked at what happened, I felt his hands move through my skin into my body as he worked on my back. . . like a kind of psychic surgery.  I quickly found a quiet corner to sit and cried and cried and cried for over an hour.  During Pranic Healing there is no physical contact.  I’d never experienced anything like it before.  Not long after I started my tuition with this wonderful man. . . my beginnings as a Natural Therapist.

During those earlier years I didn’t know myself as I do now, that’s really been more of a recent thing.  (The incredible healing time here at Mahalia has bestowed this wonderful gift ~ trusting who I am for the first time.)  Consequently my early experiences  with energy were rather confronting,  I was now experiencing energy as tangible form, I could see it, I could feel it and I was learning how to work with it.  It smashed a few concepts and shallow ideas I’d taken on.  There was so much going on in the energy world.  As a Pranic Healer you work in this environment, you are trained to clear these energetic forms.  Because anything in the energy field eventually makes it to the physical.  In my training I’d have ‘entities’ grab me by the throat, seriously, it was both scary, shocking and funny.  But looking back now, I see I’ve been seeing and feeling energy most of my life, I just didn’t have a name for it.  Consequently I tended to distrust my experience.

The reason I mention this is sometimes this whole energy/aura thing can appear to be a product of the ‘New Age’, people have even referred to me this way.  I’ve always been quick to correct them: ‘I’m not ‘New Age’ or alternative or bohemian. . . I’m a modern woman’.

Energy is real to me.  Yes, I’ve been trained, but I instinctively know it.  I see and hear things that don’t fit into 3D reality. . . like visits from Pleiadians (who spoke to me), and Venus moving through my skin, into to my body, returning after many years.  These are not products of an over-active imagination, they happened.

So it’s a great relief to finally be me… thank you 2014 for your seemingly cruel and gruelling machinations.  There was a purpose after all…. It’s good to be home.

Fly with the wind ~ this gifted 2015

lotsa luv marilyn♥♥♥

It’s a bit like birth really, no one can tell you what it’s going to be like.  A bit like that with transits ~ you can break it down, analyse and dissect… but it will be what it is in the moment.  It’s always unique ♠

I’ve been aware for the last year or so that Pluto was heading for my Moon.  My Moon lives in Pluto’s house (the 8th house in Astrology), she’s familiar with the territory.  But no one can foretell what the Pluto experience will be like… it’s almost always big.

That whirly wind, the dust storm, late afternoon November 25th.  A few hours later I was coughing convulsively with a high fever, I was BIG sick.  Two weeks in bed, I had a serious chest infection.  Weak and exhausted from continuous coughing, my breathing muscles feeling bruised.  Obviously the biggest sick since I had Polio when I was three years old.

I was big time pissed off, big time pissed off.  I let a few people know how pissed off I was, I didn’t hold back.  My friend and therapist, Ian, commented on the polarity ~ me so often operating from the opposite end.  It’s been an interesting journey.  I get the sense that it’s the last one of these.  I don’t need anymore.  I’m now creating my new world, taking myself to my dream.

I wrote earlier today

I’m really good at aligning with this non-resistant, effortless, light, breezy, easy, flowing vibration.  I luv it ♥

Our masterful Sun sat at the mid-point of Hekate and Ceres in the recent Full Moon in Gemini… illuminating our wondrous sky with her healing glow.  Hekate is the Queen of the night, she carries two lit lamps, she meets you when there’s a fork in your road.  She brings light so you can see and choose which road you want to take.  I came to a point of choice, I was getting comfortable in this angry space; but this space was teaching me too.  I needed to choose; give my focus to this choice.  I choose to align with the vibration of flow, comfort and ease.  This Life ~ such a gift, it’s purpose to enjoy.

The transformational energies being released into our atmosphere at present are great.  Let go, let God and Goddess …  allowing the flow, trusting what I believe, feeing what I love fo feel.

marilyn ♥♥♥

collecting  water for her babies…

The recent rains have brought relief, to us all.  About a hundred millimetres, the tanks are full, the grass is green, the garden sighs and the frogs rejoice.  A pair of stunning Ravens have been making good use of the birth bath.  I’d never seen them at the bird bath except for the last few weeks, I figured it was the dry, they don’t normally come so close.  First I thought there was only one, I saw her walking around the garden and the paddock, she became a familiar sight.  Then the male appeared.  I figured they’d taken up residence near by.

One day sitting on the verandah, the bird bath very close,  I watched her carefully.  She took her fill of water then flew back to a tree nearby.  I looked closely, I saw the nest, built in the fork of the highest branches.  There was a young family near by.  I’ve watched them for weeks now, coming down and getting water, walking around the garden and paddock collecting food, then taking it back to the nest.  What a gift.

I read they normally don’t have babies after September, due to the risk of dehydration.  That’s why they’ve built their nest so close to the bird bath.  So happy I could help.  I always keep the bird bath full and clean.  It feels a privilege to have them here.

Looking at the symbolism of the Raven, he’s said to have a high level of intelligence, he’s flexible and adaptable.  He’s known to be a benevolent helper, a bringer of great magick ~ a protector, a teacher, he’s also known as a trickster.  The Raven is richly interwoven into Celtic and Norse Mythology.  The Wolf and the Raven are often mentioned together ~ Wolf and Raven have an important relationship.  The Raven is thought to be the most prophetic of birds ~ ‘the foresight of a Raven’ ~ he was considered a messenger of the Gods.

The connection to the Wolf really spoke to me, I’ve had many journey’s with my companion the Wolf, during my Shamanic Baths… my favourite ‘therapy’ by my friend Vicki in the Adelaide Hills.  The Wolf has shown me many things, he has protected and guided me.  That he’s sent his friend the Raven to visit me in this physical plane has alerted me, I will pay attention.

The last two weeks have been difficult, I think the sickest I’ve ever been.  Two weeks of almost constant coughing, convulsive many times, bringing up yucky green phlegm from my chest ~ I have a chest infection.  Yesterday I was thinking it’s probably the sickest I’ve been since I had Polio.  I’ve been in bed for two weeks.  A few days I was really concerned, my chest and diaphragm muscles felt awfully bruised, it was difficult to breathe.  I’ve had no prior respiratory disease.  The major concern was further weakening of those muscles.  For people who have had Polio, muscles have been affected due to the death of their nerves.  The advice given is not to overextend any muscles, as they don’t have the capacity to stretch that far.  Extending will not strengthen it will further weaken, threatening their ability to function.  I was really concerned about permanent damage to my breathing muscles.

Oh yes, I’ve been well and truly pissed.  It was the dust from the forestry workers that created this recent event.  I suspect the dust was contaminated with diesel, due to the severity of the reaction.  They’ve also been using glyphosate, which is known to have caused adverse effects on the central nervous system, and many other serious ailments, there have been some recorded fatalities.  So much anger has come to the surface ~ and you know, it feels good to be angry.  At times it feels like generations of this anger have surfaced within me ~ the ancient wound of the feminine.  The prosecution during this very long age of Patriarchy.  It’s real, it happened and still does to some extent.  Enough, line in the sand time… the Woman has had enough.

We’re taught to be nice, well lately I haven’t been nice.  I’ve been really pissed off.  Yeah there are bigger things going on, with Pluto hammering my Moon (in Pluto’s house!), it was always going to be big.  Surviving it was the thing.  Having to face the Patriarchal mindset head on, just me… well they’ve been a few very close calls.

Yesterday morning I wrote ~ ‘this is the second attempt on my life, the bastards, the bloody Patriarchy trying to kill me’… oh yes it’s all symbolic, happening on another level, doesn’t mean it isn’t real.  This war on the Goddess, the Sacred Feminine has been going on for a very long time.  It’s nearing its end and the bastards are fighting with everything they have.  They can be very nasty… but their time is finishing.

Yes we exist in many levels of time.  Our body, our Earth reality is here and now, our cellular memories stretch back to ancient times.  We get glimpses of future.  There is so much we are unaware.  We alone can walk our path.

Saturn sits at 28 degrees, coming to the end of his journey through Scorpio, the life/death struggle we’ve experienced over these last two years.  I give thanks for making it through… marilynxxx

ahhh… the cool of the evenings.

It’s been hot up in these parts… northern NSW, really hot for mountain country.  The grass is dry but still green in parts.  In the north/west corner paddock, thin long stems of dry grass with little beads of red create a moving sea of gold as they dance in the warm summer breeze.  Down in Faerie Gully the large ‘apple’ trees (Angophora costata) give shade from the burning sun,  such a relief.  They are old, big and gnarly, looking very much like Faerie Gully.  The gully borders the spring fed dam and the little creek. The long green water reeds bordering the dam look vibrant… demolished during a long cold month of frost they’ve returned with gusto.  The six trees I planted in the eastern paddock are securing their feet at last.  With floods, frost and heat waves, it’s taken them a while.

Faerie Gully in the wet

It’s been hotter here the last few months than Ipswich and Brisbane, that’s not happened since I’ve been here.  I’ve wondered whether cutting down 600 acres of trees has impacted.  Of course it has, everything is connected, in ways we’re not tuned into… we don’t understand, at least very few.  This creation has an intelligence far beyond what we can understand with our analytical mind.  It’s a community, it works together.  We’ve moved far away from this model of operating… us human beings.  It’s a big time for all of us here on planet Earth, we need to pay attention or the messages will become louder and much more direct.

I miss Gemma, her hugs and her big belly.

Since Gemma my dear cow friend died, there’s been no one out in the paddock eating the grass.  I’ve been pondering getting it slashed.  It’s pretty costly, about $600 at least.  A week or two back I got a phone call from a lovely young women called Alice.  I was a bit confused as to what she was talking about at first, I’d forgotten all about the notice I’d put in the local shop.  It was ages back.  It finally clicked, she wanted to come and look at the paddock, she had two horses and two miniature donkeys.  The two donkeys are rescue animals.  They came up, liked the paddock, so have set to work putting up electric fences etc.  So tomorrow morning, I’ll have some more animal friends here… that should be fun (I think!).  It’s not much of a financial return, but enough for a body treatment once a month.  And Alice and Diamon are nice.

So I’ve been out in the hot sun this morning, digging up scotch thistle, it’s quite prolific this year.  I normally get to it pretty quickly so it doesn’t flower, but the last few months have been as they have.  No-one else removes them in the paddocks around me… so when the wind blows, here come the seeds.  It’s a great plant in many ways but best to get to it before it flowers, otherwise it can run rampant.  I don’t use chemicals.

Scotch Thistle tea was used in ancient times to treat varicose veins.  It’s a bitter, so good for the liver.  It is also known as a cardiotonic (good for the heart) ~ used in some proprietary heart medicines.  The juice of the plant has been used with good effect in the treatment of cancers and ulcers.  The petals also are an adulterant for saffron, used as a yellow food colouring and flavouring.  A good quality of edible oil is obtained from the seed, the seed contains 25% oil.

Nothing is superfluous in Mother Nature’s world… everything has a use and a purpose.  There’s a natural rhythm that the Mother has, we need to connect to her with our Heart to be allowed into these mysteries.  Love and care are the entrance doors.  She knows so much… she’s been caring for this Earth a very long time.  In our arrogance, we think we’re superior, that we know more.  Yes we are made of the Earth and the Stars, we have the capacity to understand a great deal.  But we need to approach with humility, with love, with reverence.

The influence of this Sacred Feminine energy has not been a part of our human social systems for a very long time.  The part of us connected to her, has lain fallow, grown weak and atrophied.  We have shut her out.  But of course that is impossible, we are part of her.  The energy of the Sacred Feminine is building once again, her time is very soon.

Everything around you has a message for you.  Plants grow that you need, in ignorance we grab the chemicals and destroy them, poisoning the earth.  We call them weeds, those nasty things that make our garden so untidy, or so we think.  There’s so much we don’t know… but this knowing needs to come via the heart.  It’s been the Heart that’s been chained, you don’t have to listen long to hear its cry.  Release me, release me… the Heart cries to rule again.

Wherever you are, hot or cold or in between… hope you have a beautiful day, in every way.  Adding a little bit more love to your life, day after day after day.

lotsa luv

marilynxxx

A very hot few days it’s been.  Day before yesterday was horrid, I think that was a first experience for me… very intense.  It’s often a bit cooler here in the mountains.  I didn’t like it at all, and the poor birds and the rest of the wildlife.  A stunning gleaming black Raven sat on the bird bath yesterday, and drank heartedly; that’s never happened before.  I didn’t get a chance to take a photo.

For all whatever reasons, I don’t do well in that weather, I can feel my body struggling.  Yes, yes dear Pluto is visiting my Moon, who resides in his house after all!  You think she’d be a little familiar with him by now.  But goodness, he just gets so full on about everything… and there’s no room for comment.

Within our current energy bubble, there are a few things going on;  who to put first?  Venus?  I hear Saturn grumbling, I will not be bullied!  So… our most beautiful Goddess Aphrodite has just moved in with Sagittarius… the Seeker of Truth, what a man.  Followed in five days by the Moon Goddess, seeking the truths in our emotional bodies, in our heritage.  Beautiful visions.  With Neptune standing still, preparing to begin his new way forward after his time of reflection… Magick fills the air.

‘Awakening’ is on my fridge.  It’s from my dear friend Samyo, who instructed and introduced me to Facial Harmony (I haven’t met anyone who doesn’t love Facial Harmony ).  We held the workshop at my Healing Centre in West Ipswich, the one I renovated, restored with my partner; he did a wonderful job.  I did quite a bit too.  I had the vision … it was such a transformation.  It was really beautiful.

A little story from then ~ I was close to completing the packing up of my two houses, one which was my business Magick Moments.

I’d heard the call, I finally put down my arms.  It was a process, everything is a process.  The gift of a Sun and Moon in Earth and in a harmonious relationship… that was compassion.  My natal Sth Node is in Scorpio, a heritage strewn with blood… and the most regal of transformation.  It took nine months to shut up shop in both my home and Magick Moments.   I  did finally take off for Adelaide with my dear friend Beth (my aging Pajero) where I stayed for eighteen months, to be near my boy.  I was sad when I left.

That leaving took me to here… first Woodenbong, then Lindesay Creek.  And now a new chapter beckons.

But I’m diverting…

A walk to the garden, my Gardenia bush is covered in buds and flowers.  The sensational Gardenia Flower.  I have two Gardenia Flower Essences, which you will find in the ‘Deva-line Flower Essence Descriptions’ in the above menu.

So… I’d packed up all of Magick Moments, shifted and stored.  I was having a final garage sale.  I’d stored all the things in my lovely renovated shed…

someone broke in and stole some stuff.   I decided to spend the night there.  The house was empty, or so I thought.  I took my futon and bedding and slept on the floor in what was my healing room.  I lay down on my back and straight away I saw them… the room was full of people, circle upon circle.  It blew me away… I had no idea.  The feeling was amazing.  I enjoyed therapy work, it can feel pretty cosmic at times.  But it’s real, in the sense that it’s happening here and now.  The Body is a sensational creation.  My hands feel the rhythm, they connect and follow, the body knows what it needs.

Back in the present, our majestic Sun sits with serious Saturn, there is no hurry… he wants it done right, slow and steady. Mars is charging head-on to the Nodes… our journey from others into our self.  Mars is still pretty snug with Pluto, energy is strong; such wondrous opportunity for transmutation.  Great God of the Oceans, Neptune, keeper of the key to the Akashic Records, is standing still, preparing to move forward into a new cycle.

Uranus, bringer of the New Age, moving closer and closer to the Sth Node, recharging all the old stuff… sending a bolt of brilliant light into our destiny field.   So much opportunity.

We’re moving into the Balsamic Cycle of our Sacred Moon… leading us through the dark, into the new.  A time of Death, Release, Rebirth… new seeds of growth.  It’s a time for slowing down, your body will remind you, she’d like you to listen.  We have cycles too, we are part of the Great Mother and Father Gods… we don’t exist in isolation.

Open yourself to love and adventure, to your destiny.  Give your body what it needs, it will take you on a journey you otherwise wouldn’t see.  Enjoy.

Dear Snowie, it was hot for her too… first time outside on that horrid day, it was early evening…

till next time, enjoy being alive…. lotsa luv marilynxxx

Good morning … it’s going to be a hot one, hanging around forty today!  Will need to stay cool, somehow.  I guess it’s ‘hot’ in another way too… with all these world ‘leaders’, the old decrepit remains of the patriarchal conditioning, not far from here (as the crow flies… but I’m not sure he’s interested in flying there…)  But as one Age draws to an end whilst another has already been born… it’s a strange kinda time.

This incredible Earth we were gifted as our home… this is Sacred Feminine energy manifest.  They’re here, I’ve seen them… the Goddess that is.  My seeing eye comes in handy at times.  I also heard them speak, I watched them as they moved through the portal opening, up there in the sky.  I don’t question those things anymore, you can’t make sense of it with your head.  They said ‘the energy of the Feminine needs to grow stronger, more and more’… they were asking us to join them, to spread the word… it’s time, it’s their time… they’re here… the new Age has birthed.

My dear, beautiful Mother was psychic (as you call it!), her Father was said to be of Gypsy blood… so it runs through my veins.  The Gypsy’s life, over the patriarchy, has been challenging too.  We grew up with Mum ‘knowing things’, we (my brother and I) just laughed, we thought it was a play thing.  You couldn’t hide anything from Mum.  And beautiful, she was so beautiful… but never got to experience her brilliance, so sad.  I think of her, especially when I’ve ‘achieved’ something special… I say ‘this is for the two of us Mum’.  I’m doing what you couldn’t… I carry on her beautiful memory.

In the vein of the Gypsy, I’m going to do what I’ve not done before… readings.  Yes, I’ve avoided them till now.  Yes, can imagine all sorts of reasons why, but I don’t really know.  I’ve felt the urge and need to work again since back early in the year.  I also do therapy work.  But with the invasion of the machines, and all that’s happened over the last six months, my dear beautiful body just wasn’t up to it.  So I’m making a start.  Thank you Mars/Pluto!

So if you leave your name in the comments here… or on Facebook, I will put you all in the draw and pull one out on the New Moon, the 22nd of this month… 0 degrees Sagittarius, a bountiful degree.

Enjoy your precious life on this very precious planet Earth…

much love… marilynxxx

It’s a glorious morning, blue skies, sunshine and birdsong… and I got to wake up naturally (no truck noise) albietly with a little help from my white fury friend, snuggled beside my head.  She comes in every morning around the same time.  It’s so important how we start the day, for our mental outlook but also for the vibration in our body.  Health is built on good vibrations.

So I’m lapping up the quiet stillness, cicada music filling the gully, little Wagtail with the healthy vocal chords, Magpies, Eastern Rosella’s, Kookaburra’s, Noisy Miners, Crows and Butcherbirds and all the visitors… lots of family here.

Yesterday in Kyogle doing some shopping , I now have lots of yummy food ~ thank you.  My dear, beautiful body still needs some more resting, and I will honour her.  For someone with a personality profile like mine, slowing down didn’t come naturally… I preferred to push the boundaries, achieve as much as  possible.  I’ve paid the price.  It’s not just age, it’s the Polio thing, but gee I’m really grateful, others suffering from the late effects of Polio are doing it tougher than me.  But I don’t do the modern medicine route, well there’s nothing they can do anyway.  They just say, what is written… which is rest, pace yourself and don’t do anything if you’re tired.  Good advice.   More than once  I’ve been in a doctor’s surgery (I don’t frequent them often) and when I mention I had Polio, they Google it… kinda funny.

But as I’ve said before, I’m so grateful that I believe in healing… ’cause I do.  Everything is energy, everything vibrates, everything has memory and everything constantly changes.  We just need to pay attention to where we place our focus.

So I’m going to have a beautiful, relaxing day, breathing in Life and Love… and giving thanks for every second I get on this most incredible Earth… I wish you the same.

lotsa luv… marilynxxx (wish they had some hearts here)

my white fury (molting) friend… xx

I believe in healing, I do…

It’s been an active morning here in my spot at Lindesay Creek.  Truck vibrations and noise woke me at 5.30am (really 4.30am!!) and their noise continues, punctured by moments of bird song.  I haven’t been feeling the best these last few days, especially yesterday… there was so much noise.  I’m still recovering from my time away and having that virus thing, I wondered if it’s still hanging around, at least energetically.  Gosh, these healing times keep on.  I know there’s an end, I can see the light and it’s not too far away.  I’m so glad, so grateful that I do believe in healing, ’cause sometimes that sneaky mind just wants to throw in a doubt, ‘it could be…”.  I remind myself I don’t believe in it… I don’t.  Yes, my beautiful body carries both physical and energetic imprints from the Polio virus, it has it’s effects, some difficult at times… but I so believe in healing.

When we’re surrounded by a prevailing mind-set, and an ancient patriarchal one at that, it really takes tuning in, to your own knowing.  This patriarchal age is at its end, it is, we need to take our focus to the Sacred Feminine… it’s time.  As I sit here on the verandah breathing in the valley, drawing strength from the mountains, allowing myself to be healed; joyful to see my little wallaby friend, he’s so young.  He brings joy to my heart.  And the beautiful native pigeon, you know the kind that coo’s like a dove, he’s just wandering around in the garden in front of me.  And all the birds, all the  bird families that live around me, their song vibrates my body, such magick land.  Soft moist rain clouds hang low, there’s moisture in the air, the frogs are joyous, also the cicada… and the garden has just loved it, the rain.  There’s a little frog that lives in the barbecue!  I know, not sure why, but I rarely use it.  It’s close to where I’m sitting and her croak is quiet deafening, she’s responding to the male call, he’s in the eastern garden also very close.  Gosh… two gorgeous Eastern Rosella land on the bird bath, I always keep it full; only three metres from where I sit.

The magick of the Mother … I believe in healing, I do.

Oh… and my beautiful friend Snowie, whose energy is almost constantly around me… my dear healing friend, I love you very much dear Snowie (she’s very much in her Crone… and a Scorpio one at that!)

Snowie…

And just now, five Sulpher- crested Cockatoo’s flew onto a branch just in front of me.  This blessed Earth.

lotsa luv… marilynxxx

I’ve written most of it down… these last four years here at magick Mahalia, books are planned.   I’ve heard Lindesay Creek, where Mahalia resides, is known as ‘Ancestor country’ by the local indigenous people.  I can vouch for that.  I’ve inherited a ‘seeing’ eye ~ and what a place to ‘see’.  Yes magick it has been.

It’s also had its challenges, the local town is not the friendliest in the world.  I’ve tried my best (I think I have) to remain positive, change my focus, ‘see’ differently… but sometimes what is, is what is.  I feel for the local indigenous people, life must have been hell for them over the years.

Why humans need to act this way, well I guess it’s a choice.  Because their family has lived in the valley for a few generations, they think they own the place… ahh well.  You can’t change someone’s thoughts.  But I’ve tried, I have, to mingle and mix, to give of my love and strengths.  When I first came to Woodenbong I involved myself with the local community, was friendly and talked to everyone… even went to the Progress meeting; only once.  I remember my dear friend, my ‘ex’, said to me when I first arrived in the village, he had bought a house there, ‘be carefull you know what you’re like, you take things on’.  Well, actually it’s taken sixty-six years so far, to know what I’m like.  I think it was often a mystery to me.

That has been one of the gifts of being accepted as the caretaker on this very special sacred land, I’ve learned to trust myself.  I rarely doubt what I feel now; oh yes there are times, usually when I’m strongly attracted to someone, (a man… which I can tell you isn’t that often; I’m a Virgo!) and doubt what I’m feeling.  That one can get a bit tricky, is what I’m feeling right?  Or am I imagining it?  I’m not the only one, am I?

I feel energy.  I’m trained in Energy medicine, but I’m also naturally like that.  And sometimes it’s particularly strong.  Like I don’t even know the person, but I can feel what’s going on with them.  I doubt that sometimes, especially, like I said… when I fancy them.  I guess the solution would be to ask… eh?  But I’m a coward, not completely healed the rejection thing, yet.

Some extra noise outside, just went to look… oh my goodness!  Yesterday I was getting pretty pissed off with this bloody forestry work!  Mars/Pluto conjunction!  So I thought, actually I imagined it pouring and pouring (it did for a bit last night) and the forest full of mud and the trucks getting bogged in it.  That’ll fix ’em, I thought.  It wasn’t a long thought… but guess what that noise was, yep, a tractor pulling a truck fully loaded with logs, out of the forest.  Goodness me… it works!  I kinda like this Gypsy/Witch thing.  And I like that I’m mostly ‘light’.  But there are times when a little darker shade of grey can be used, when they continue to ignore my voice.  There are different ways to speak.

No doubt this is a very potent end of year.  The last quarter of a year is often full, but this very big year of 2014, it’s extra potent.  I’ve seen 2014 as a passage way, a passage between worlds.  We’ve made a crossing, we may be weary, but we know who we are and where we’re going.  And these current gifts from our planetary neighbours, are blasting through any defenses we’ve held on to, right through to our core… to our most powerful self.  Powerful beings are being born.

We have what it takes… to create our new world.

Have fun… and enjoy

lotsa luv… marilynxxx