Author: marilyn

Time marching on… all the little soldiers, uniforms straight, golden buttons shining… in the beautiful sunshine.  Legs moving together…  like waves in a sea… marching on the parade ground, dark grey in colour.  Legs lifting, all together, then down again, continuing the rhythm… Tick Tock, Tick Tock… like a clock, a heartbeat… a sound vibrating.  Time marching on…  waiting for no one.

I arrived here one day in this strange, cold place, so different to my home far, far away… mechanical faces, things made of steel… but the Ember inside keeping them alive.  I could see it inside them, even when it was small… and  I knew, that it was their way back home… but it felt so strange this cold new world.  Many things, coming to visit… creating new feelings.   Like a Tick Tock… people coming and going, scenery changing…  movement happening all around me… the Ember glowing… reminding me of home… I miss being there.

Body so small, I can’t be alone… dependant on others for things I need; we begin our journey as part of a whole.  Tick Tock, Tick Tock the vehicle grows… more and more visitors coming and going… scenery changing, the Ember calling… the voice is clear, but softens in time, till you can hardly hear.  My attention is taken.

Tick Tock, Tick Tock…  Scenery keeps changing, the Ember keeps humming,  so warm her calling.  Tick Tock, Tick Tock… I see all that happens, from my platform inside, as high as the tree tops…  I see all around, nothing is hidden.  I see children flying, their legs no longer working… they seem so happy, they’re flying and giggling…. they’re on their way home.

Tick Tock, Tick Tock… the sound now vibrating, down empty corridors with bright shiny floors… and black shiny shoes.  Tick Tock, Tick Tock… the sound now so loud it hurts my ears, I don’t like this sound… it’s cold, it’s scary… I want my Mummy.  Tick Tock, Tick Tock… visitors so many, now in coats hard with stiffness, cold things they carry, no warmth, unfriendly… where is my Mummy, I want to go home?

Tick Tock, Tick Tock… echos in the hallways, a hollow sound that seems to surround me… coldness is chilling… something I’m losing… I don’t like this place… I want my Mummy, I want to go home.  Tick Tock, Tick Tock… the echo’s grow louder, the cold, the distance, continues it’s haunting.  I don’t like these visitors, I want to go home… I don’t like this place, it’s not very friendly… I miss my Mummy, when are you coming?

Children are crying… stiff coats surrounding, warmth disappearing… people are cranky, they don’t undertand… what’s going on.  Children now flying high to the ceiling, people gather… I can see what’s happening… they’re going home to their Mummy… I want to fly too.

Tick Tock, Tick Tock… mornings follow sleeping, my body not moving… white sheets binding, tight and restricting.  Tick Tock, Tick Tock tears are now streaming, I call out to my Mummy… Mummy please come and get me… I don’t like this place, all these people, not friendly or nice…  I want to go home.

More children flying… high to the ceiling, smiles on their faces… free from their binding… they’re happy…  they’re going home.  I want to go too.  Lots of things moving, shiny things probing, people running, voices shouting… fear all around me;  children are happy, they have flown away.

Flying children stay around me… I want to fly too, far, far away… from all the coldness and horrible lights… and scary machines.  Tick Tock, Tick Tock… more and more sound, I cover my eyes, only one hand works… I don’t understand.  Why are they keeping me here, what are they doing…. Tick Tock, Tick Tock… I want to go home.

More days follow sleeping… feeling heavy in my binding… I look toward the ceiling… watching for flying children… I want to go too.  But they won’t let me go… they’re keeping me here.

Tick Tock, Tick Tock… I want to fly away too….

marilynxxx

Sitting outside in the early morning… light approaching dark… all still, but for the sounds of silence.  Soft dripping drops of rain cease for a moment or two;   silhouettes of black and white… emerging light, loosens night’s hold.  I sit and take in all around me.

It’s almost three years since I came through the front gates… Mahalia, I’d already given her, her name.  I had my plans, my focus and determination.  I had a vision, I thought it was important… it was October 2010.

My ability to sense the ‘currents’ around me has always been present, thanks to my Ancestors.  But it’s taken a lengthy amount of time to trust it.  The granddaughter of a Gypsy, I carry the memories, the gifts and abilities… I was never destined to be ‘normal’.  But oh how I tried, it became an obsession… having Polio as a child compacted the issue.  It had become my mission…  ‘normality’ the goal post.  All thoughts of ‘difference’ deeply buried.  They’ve taken a long time to re-surface.

We all come with gifts, we all come with genius… we all have a purpose, beyond the original… the same for each one of us.  Early years in the 1950’s was a solid education, fantasized images of what it was to be a good citizen, to be a real person… especially for Woman.  Yes they let go of the corsets, binding bones with bones, crushing the rib-cage… breathing difficult.  A psychological message… ‘you have no right to be here,  only by our graceful bounty… are you permitted to exist.’   The Solar Plexus, our centre of power, tightly controlled… the power of Woman has been feared for centuries.  Control came in many different ways.  The Kookas are now chuckling around the valley… welcoming the dawn.

So we escaped the corset… the long clothing, tangling our legs… reducing our freedom to run with haste.  The word ‘Matriarchal’ wiped from our language.  As in years passed when Woman was burnt… for following the ways of  Goddess Wisdom.   Various ways of capture and annihilation were conjured… and enacted.  They never understood by imprisoning the Feminine… they were imprisoning themselves.  Yin and Yang, only together do they exist… the circle of Life.

Woman brings Birth… she is the Goddess Creator… she carries the Sacred Womb… she nurtures and feeds.  She fosters Life… as does Mother Earth.

So they went about building their structures of steel… creating machines for all our needs… a mechanical world.  Machines need a source of energy to live… they don’t have the gift of Breath, the organic source of Life… as we do.  They need an external source to create any movement.  So the search continues.

These ‘clever’ ones then began their exploration, using the cerebral matter contained in their skull.   Exploring ways to create ‘new worlds’… the ‘old’ no longer loved and cherished… now the Feminine was gone.  How lost we can become….  forgetting our roots, from where we’ve come.   From Mother Earth and Father Sky… with a link to the Divine… to guide us home.

Like immature boys wanting to prove their strength, show their emerging muscles to their friends… their toughness, their manhood.  The Age of Machines continued to grow, larger and larger, like a monster with an insatiable appetite.  Machines then take on a life of their own… but not guided by Life Force, Wisdom and Love.  Controlled by a central mechanical source… more and more machines… and  humans with sickness at their core.

A lot has occurred in these 65 years.  From the post war years, through the control of the 1950’s… the rebellion of the 60’s, the movements of the 70’s,  the wealth obsession of the 80’s, the collapse in the 90’s.  Then a new century… the 21st century.  We have come of Age… how will we use our new-found ‘freedom’… we’re now adults… or are we.   A new Age beckons…. the Woman is awakening from her induced coma.

marilynxxx

 Wild Woman is stirring… we need to give her a hand

She’s lived in the darkness

confined to a cell

no room for moving

it’s been a living hell

Her limbs have  become twisted

her muscles atrophied

her eyes glazed over

the pain unbearable

She’d forgotten what happened

no memories forthcoming

this life in a cage

is all she remembered

But then one day

a fresh breeze blows in from the sea

she can smell the air

the sweet salty tang

memories stir

visions she sees

Can it be?

Can it be?

before she falls back to sleep

And then another

slips thru the cracks

of her cold, grey cell

no windows to see

But air has a way

of slipping thru… tiny spaces

memories again

she’s awoken from her slumber.

marilynxxx

I’ve just sent off my Nimbin Good Times article… July edition, probably on the streets end of next week.  Get yourself one if you can… lots of great articles… it’s the only paper I read.  So here it is…

Well it’s been a big couple of months… three Eclipses, Winter Solstice, Pluto and Uranus doing their thing (the harbingers of the new age)… and then of course all the other incomings and outgoings of planets into signs… making significant Galactic waves.

Everything is energy as… most of us now know… everything vibrates, has a message and can be felt.  The Galactic ‘soup’ is sparking with so much new and vibrant energy… and we are all a part;  birth and death, transformation and renewal… the cycle of Life.  And all those gorgeous white mornings of late… up here in the Woodenbong Hills… such invigorating air and spectacular views.  Gratitude overflows.

I grew up in a city, well actually I ‘arrived’ in the Blue Mountains not far from the magnificent Three Sisters; those very early impressions leaving a lasting love of nature… and the mountains in particular.

Growing up in the inner city there were lots of buildings and concrete… some of the old buildings were quite beautiful, the old Wool Stores still looking great.  But that’s not what I remember.  I remember community, the warmth, love and nurturing… the extended family, the smiling faces, the gatherings, the inclusion.  That has imprinted on my psyche.

It was our first real home… Murray St in Pyrmont… now called Darling Harbour.  It was a brick terrace house, surrounded by other brick terraces.  Our gardens backed onto each other, we often talked over the fence, or were invited in for lunch.  I have such warm memories of those times and I’m really grateful for those early years… I’m proud to be a Sydney girl.

My grandparents made their way to Australia around the turn of the century… the early 1900’s.  They came from Glasgow in Scotland… but were proudly Irish.  They settled in Glebe and made their new life here in Oz.  It must have been an incredibly brave thing to do… a young family with many children, unsure of what was in store for them when they arrived in this great southern land.

I’ve lived in many cities, both here and abroad.  I’ve lived at the top of narrow winding mountain roads, in various ‘trendy’ places, right in the heart of the city and a long stint in an ashram.  And now I live in the Woodenbong Hills… well actually it’s Lindesay Creek.

I’ll always be grateful for my early years, a close knit community, free with their sharing… a true sense of community.  It’s so important.

Jupiter has just entered the astrological sign of Cancer and will spend a year there… expanding, enlarging, visioning, learning, exploring and travelling…  our roots, our ancestry, our home and family… our earliest memories of love and nurturing.

I feel nurtured by Life, by love and sharing, by respect and consideration and especially by Mother Nature.  As a human being I have needs… that need fulfilling… we live as a member of one very large family, the human family.  Jupiter is often considered the great bestower of abundance, of plenty… may we find renewed enthusiasm, greatness and appreciation, may inspired visions fill our awareness…  may we live in peace and harmony… on this majestic Earth.

Have a sensational month… immersing yourself in nurturing energy… lotsa luv.

Sparkling Tree ‘Stars’

Living in this Magickal World…. of wondrous Beauty… mysteries unfolding

We have the eyes to see… beyond the veil… multi-dimensional… the view… in front of us

Created by Life… an exquisite substance… everything has a purpose… everything has meaning

on this Heaven called Earth

All speak… all vibrate…hidden messages everywhere

Knock and the door will be opened… ask and you will receive

Love and kindness permeate… mysteries unfold… reveal to the seeker

nothing hides

all is visible… takes a certain kind of looking… secrets aren’t hidden

The Magick fills me… with each Breath coming

Small white Hawk soars… his prey discovered…he’s spent some time practising his flying

he’s young… he’s growing his skills… he rests in the trees

I feel overwhelmed… by the Magick around me

Soft blue Winter skies… clear of clouds… Sun is shining brightly…  so warm

a sensational world

Today is what I have… what I see… what I hear… what I understand

and comprehend

it’s all I know… Tomorrow will never come

I saturate myself… in the Beauty of the Moment… Ancient Knowledge is there for the asking

we’re incredibly gifted

I need to experience… I need to feel… I need to know… things for myself… it’s only then

I know it to be true

All the knowledge… is locked inside me… years of learning… to discover

the key to unfolding… such a bounty I carry

The most magnificent exists… all around us… so incredibly gifted…

do we understand the purpose?

When I ask… the answer arrives… I need to be still… I need to focus

on what’s in front of me… of what’s inside me

There are so many layers to what we see… no need to stop… at the surface… the wealth is deeper

keep on going

The ‘ways’ of the World… shaped and shifted by generations of people… unconscious

is not the treasure that we’re seeking

Stop… be still… look with new eyes… concentrate… until you can see… the curtain parts

behind is revealed

A Magickal World… you never could dream

Where all the secrets have been hidden from view…. you are more than you know

Hidden behind the gossamer veils… are worlds upon worlds… Life abounds… so many

different levels

What a Magickal creation… open your eyes and you will see it

marilynxxx

Silver reflections…. of the Sun God

Gloriously warm heat… from the Sun God… feels so.o.o.o good… on these cold and frosty Winter mornings….

Sun’s radiance sparkles silver… glistening… shining reflections… on the deep green leaves….

Smells are neutral… free of aromas…  pure and simple air… is all around me…

Powder blue sky… clear, without interruptions… Gemma resting… chewing her cud, whilst she rests her body….

Blue-black crows… their familiar loud cawing… such magnificent birds… carrying such mystery….

Noisy Miners… claiming their name… hidden from view… surrounded by deep golden Banksias… a magnificent specimen…

Fluffy hot-pink socks… still cover my feet… mid-grey, soft brushed cotton pyjamas… covered in pink and white stars… still adorn my body… it’s a resting week… it was an incredibly BIG New Moon….

only three days… before the mid-year Winter Solstice… two days later the Capricorn Full Moon….

I live a life of ease and grace… protection, bounty, nurturing and giving…

I create my world….

I am a Magician….

Granddaughter of a Gypsy….

Gypsy Royalty in my blood….

I can feel it….

What a magnificent World… I say Thank You… for all you give….

marilynxxx

another magickal morning….

Another gorgeous Winter’s Morning… I say ‘another’… but it’s a brand new day!

Oh how I love these magickal times!

White frost covers the ground… ghostly mists rise from their evening beds… distant moo from a farm over the creek…  fire burning inside… a new delivery of wood… I feel like a Queen… such abundance is gifted….

I breathe in the freshness…  an exquisite experience…. oh how I love that clean, fresh, vital Prana… a gift from the Gods….

Solitary callings throughout the valley… all quiet here… they’re having a sleep in… on this cold Winter’s morning…. ahhh Mr Kooka…. who would have thought!

Muscles in my face commanded to stretch… as wide as they can… such a smile on my face… I feel like a Goddess… who has found her Home….

Twinkles in my eyes… can almost see the sparkles… glittering outwards… returning the Loving….

No Kooka’s here yet… and Light is here… they must have stayed later… into the night….

A flock of Ibis down near the Border… their throaty honking… a delightful welcome….

ahh… this magickal valley….

Earth’s great treasures… we need to protect them… with our energy… creating shields… that are simply impenetrable….

What Magick surrounds me… the Goddess is present….

Sun’s reflection glows on the page of my journal… yet it’s still well hidden behind the forest… but it’s ‘colour’ unmistakable… how amazing… it glows thru my writings….

This special time… as the Night meets the Day… what wondrous Magick… it fills every particle… miracles are happening… Alchemy in progress… transformation occurring… turning Dark into Light….

Another Day has arrived… Breath still Graces me… the Gift of Appreciation… is simply awesome….

‘THANK YOU’  I say…such a smile of my face… I breathe in deeply… taking this Magick into my Body… It heals all it touches…

We have all we need…….

marilynxxx

What Magick exists

Darkness punctured by the Light  in the East… stillness pervades… all still slumbering…

won’t be long till the chorus begins.

Cold air refreshes… tingles my nostrils… Heart sighs… in the arms of the Mother.

Distant sound… a muted bellow… an exploring cat, keeping an eye on her mischief… she’s no rights for hunting…

Mahalia is a sanctuary… all Life is precious.

The strip of light, blue/grey, widens… elongates… kisses so sweet tingle my face… the Mother is close.

So quiet… so still… my body ravishes the Essence.

This Planet Earth… a magickal experience… fog lying low… beginning to rise…

 a long winter’s night resting in the hollows.

I feel so at home… in this garden of Eden… knowledge of mysteries no longer hidden…

free for our viewing.

Light is growing… not far away now… fog lifting higher… released from its holding…

dispersing quickly… moving higher and higher.

Still no sound… silence is golden… not time for announcing… a new day is birthing.

I close my eyes… and breathe in the newness… I feel so alive… so gifted, so protected…

Life is nurturing.

The Light is spreading… few stars now visible… one by one they disappear in the oneness…

a new day is dawning.

Strands of red colour mingle with the greyness… not long now till the arrival of the Sun god.

All still quiet… the silence vibrates… healing energy of the highest order…

light is growing, not long now.. the Sun is coming… oh how we need him…

a perfect creation.

The silence sings… like Angels in my ears… it moves thru my body… cleanses and heals…

what magick exists.

A new day is birthing…  Sun soon arriving…  oh what blessings.

Ahhhh.. the official announcement from deep in the forest… a lone Kooka chortles… many will follow.

Tears build… my gratitude overwhelms… I’m alive… I experience…

my appreciation is enormous.

Life is happening… the gifts never-ceasing… what a spectacular existence.

The sky fills with red

the passion is glowing

marilynxxx

And I feel incredibly grateful… even with the disgusting sound of trail bikes, racing through the bush…. unconscious of all the life forms around them.  Yes!  My pet Hate…. there, I used that horrible word.  It’s bike weekend here in Woodenbong…  I fluctuate… with strong desires to ‘whoosh’ them from these surrounds (and I must admit, I succumb at times)… always with ‘no harm to the humans’ added in… and attempting to ignore them, mostly unsuccessfully.  You see I was told my Grandfather was a Gypsy… and I ‘remember’ some things… like how to ‘curse’… I know a strange thing to ‘remember’ for a person like me… I try to be very responsible with this inheritance.  But at times like these…. it’s so incredibly tempting!

There’s not a lot of things I ‘hate’… in fact I rarely use the word… I know it’s not really the done thing!  But sometimes there is no other word… oh yes, I may say it silently not mouth it out loud… but I reckon most who know me know how I feel about bike weekends.

It’s not just the noise…  violently intruding in this Sacred Space… but it’s the unconsciousness… it really stinks!  I can smell it… I can feel the effects on all the life forms around here… the vibration so violent and invasive it affects my body… it’s then I act!  This is our home… and these ugly machines tear across the land with zero awareness …  totally unconscious… noise and speed… and they call that fun.  Well I certainly don’t.

So yes I do succumb to my Ancestral gifts.  I live from Love… so ‘no harm to the human’ is always included…. those metal machines, well that’s another story.  So I don’t sit on my verandah with a gun… I heard one local around here does when the bikes are around… just to make sure they don’t wander onto his land.  No I don’t do guns… there are other ways to persuade.

Yes I know… live and let live… not in my space I won’t!  I’ve read the Gypsys had a different slant on things… they didn’t concur with ‘what you give out comes back 10 x fold’… they believed in ‘an eye for an eye’.  Well… I live here and now… but yes I have Gypsy blood, there’s no denying that… but I’m a child of Light and Love… of goodness… of Peace.  But I will always protect myself, my family and all other life forms around me… who also call this home.

So you won’t see me brandishing a gun… but you may see me doing things with my hands with a deep sense of purpose on my face…as I said no harm to the humans… but what happens to the bikes… well…. that’s just collateral damage…. just don’t ride around my way.  I will persuade them… there’s less down this way this weekend… the message is getting through.  I protect my Sacred Space.

Yes… a lot less this weekend… down around me… good boys (they mainly are!) you’re getting the message… I mean you no harm… just stay out of my space!  The Witch on the Hill… has a white cat.

lotsa luv

marilynxxx