Author: marilyn

My body (my self) has been in a funny place this year… not peals of laughter… although that happens at times. It’s more the depth, a new level of conscious awareness… of being, of experience… deep ripples and emotions making their way to the surface. Some Ages old I’m sure. Some deep dark spells from the past come to show their face.

The waters are deep here in 2022.

That last full moon was a wowzer… the current first rolled over me on Valentines morning… soon as I woke I felt it. God it was heavy. Heaviness I’d not encountered before… at least that I remembered. It was big and dark and black… a monster… I felt I had no strength against it. This was another level uncovering.

It never stops. Just because you’re a teacher, a coach… with some kind of expertise. I don’t believe we’re ever expert at anything. How can we be? When everything constantly shifts and changes… there’s only one expert and that’s Life.

We hold the flame of Life within us… it’s what allows us to be here. To do and be and dream and pray… Life gives us permission to do so many things.

And each day when Sun shines his brilliance… another brand new day surrounds us. It looks familiar, things around look the same… but really it isn’t… it’s completely brand new. Can we say the same?

So many things weigh us down… all our beliefs, all our ideas. All our possessions, all our dreams… all our everything digging a great big hole… to bury us in.

It goes fast… Life that is. Gone in a breath. Breath no more.

2022 sure has been strange. We thought we had a taste of it the last two years. They seem to be getting more and more creative. Bigger and bolder. Maybe it’s the time we currently find ourselves in… as residents on planet earth within the surrounding massive cosmic play.

When a long and arduous (seemingly never ending🥺) Dark Age crumbles to the ground. The Golden Age on its way. It’s said that it’s the darkest before the dawn. Many could see there was a battle ahead… the signs have been there for a long time. But of course we never know just how it will present… until its here.

The contrasts are enormous. As I sit on my back deck snuggled into the mangroves surrounding me, supported, loved and wooed by the Mother… I watch a pelican glide through the mangroves on the other side of the river creek. Sun light sparkles on the water’s surface… wind’s breeze ripples the water into baby waves. I want to be there… doing that very thing… gliding through the mangroves. Tide’s coming in… it’ll soon be full, then I can slip out the back… float through the mangroves and immerse in the wonder. Go visit my beloveds on the other side of the creek.

I trust Life… I do. She’s got me through. Every time. She never abandons me… even though at times I feel alone, isolated and forgotten… I know I never am. Light and Love illuminate my insides. I feel blessed… amid all my judgements. And that’s fine… I’m human.

I’m learning to love my self more and more… fully, unconditionally, whole heartedly. It’s taken a lifetime. The learning, the growth, the joy keeps on keeping on till our last breath departs… and we fly off somewhere else. Who knows where.

We’ll never be perfect… but we are who we are… and that is something very special. As the great masters proclaim… there never was and never will be… in the great expanse of everything… another you. So you and I better make use of it while we’re here. You are, I am… a one-off original. An absolutely uniquely amazing one-off model of a human being.

No one else can do things just like you… no one can do things just like me. In that we can help and support.

Much love… marilyn🌺🥰🌺

I’ve sat on that log a number of times… there’s a lot more moss at present with La Niña about. It’s a bit like faerie land… faerie land Oz style. I remember the time on my ‘silent walk’… I sat on that trunk for a while… feeling and listening to the silence. Of course it’s never silent. Silence has a sound.

The extraordinary adventures we did back in 2020… the early beginnings of ‘it’ all. Guided into deeper realms of seeing and hearing… all that surrounds us. Immersing more fully in nature… the vision quests we did. The magick… the challenges. The ‘sit spots’. Blessed opportunities to commune with this wonder of wonders, our most sensational Mother Earth.

And this morning a swim. A luxuriate in the river creek… tide heading back home, high tide past… sure has some strength. I swam and paddled and walked a long way… open river all around as far as I can see. Being immersed in ocean feels so good… I feel strong with her support. Her strength. The most sensational mangroves bordering either side.

The billions of life forms we never see. All radiating presence… all contributing… harmony, growth… in flow with the whole. Us humans the only ones not. We can… we will.

Remembering where we are… as we stand in within ourself in now.

With Love 💚🥰💚

Holding it all sometimes feels hard… the contrasts, the kaleidoscopic angles, perceptions and views. So much contained within the whole.

The world we’ve known… for so long… decaying, falling, rotten from within. Our saintly minds refuse to see the darkness that exists in our world. Is there hope? I believe there is.

The views… the opinions, all shapes and sizes… but mostly fit into two camps. Those that walk to the familiar drum beat… and those who cannot abandon themselves… no matter what.

I’ve been alive for a while… I’m grateful too, I’ve had this chance. I’ve seen a lot, I’ve done a lot… my passions spread throughout my time. I’ve felt graced, held, kept safe… while walking though the wilds. The wilds we’ve made, I’m saying here… not the ones bequeathed by Gaia… a gift from the Great Spirit himself.

We all desire to belong… it’s built in to our security system. Alone we won’t survive… we’re made to be a part of something bigger. And of course that happens in many ways. On multiple levels.

But we can’t abandon our self.

We can never pretend or hide… not from us.

From others… yes we do. We can never hide from our self.

What’s the price of being a part? Brought home to the fold… shielded from harm. From where I stand… the price is way too high. In fact, not one to ever be considered. So why do we do what we do?

Where do we stand within ourself? Is our integrity merged with our flesh? Do we know no other way to be?

That desire seems like worlds away… yet I long for its embrace.

To live in integrity? What does that take? I feel I’m so far away… it’s a bit like a dream. Yet it’s been visiting me for a while… since this year began… and it’s offering to get close.

‘While there’s breath there’s hope’… that’s a quote of mine.

I’m living proof of that… a lifetime’s journey… seeking, searching, adventuring… finding our power.

What a journey life is.

I was thinking about that ‘10%’… the one’s that appear to live in another universe. The weirdos, the hippies, the beatniks, the witches, even our established ‘Natural Therapy’ world.

The majority, by nature… fills up the space… the others left to find their way. And man… that’s a powerful way… ’cause you gotta find it for yourself. You create you. Your creation is in your hands.

And I tell you… that feels so comforting to me. Entered my 74th birthday year… what grace. My life has been amazing… so divinely blessed and graced. Seriously. I’ve certainly been looked after.

And I’m still here. Still creating, still investigating, still adventuring, still pioneering… at a different speed, yes. But I like this one the best. Slow is good. Bring yourself down down below the noise we make (we’re the noisiest species)…

Slowing down more and more… slowing to the speed of nature. Man… what surprises lay there. This creation is the miracle of all miracles. I mean… the creativity has no bounds.

Anyways… holding it all can be a lot. I’m my unique kind of creation. My sensitivity keeps shocking me with how crazy receiving she is.

It appears to be getting more and more. Maybe it’s always been there… but all the defences I’d built to protect me… built some pretty sturdy stone walls all round. (I have a Capricorn Moon🌺).

I did a lot of trauma work (on myself) during my training as a ‘Sex Love and Relationship Coach’. It’s a somatic style of relationship focused coaching. We’re in relationship with everything.

My sensitivity can be tender… I need lotsa sacred space around me. I need sacred space to be my world. Yes a challenge…

Holding it all can feel hard. Feeling the energy of it all. Glimpses of the future and past. Some of us just naturally fit in the 10%… like we really have no choice. Not that we’re complaining… we’re pretty cool😻

Slowing down more and more… resisting the need to make you a machine.

Feeling the sensuality in the slow… your world expands… there’s so much there. And communing with the Mother… nature… that’s a necessity. All the answers lie there.

February’s a big one… Valentine’s in a couple of days. Love is definitely something to celebrate.

With Love…🥰🥰

I woke… opened my eyes. I was lying on my back. I stayed there for a while looking out the window at the rain.

Unusual for me… to linger in bed.

These words were pushing on my lips… stamped in my mind

‘Another complex level of existence on Earth’.

I’d been in a dream… but it disappeared very quickly.

I was left with this residue… of restriction, being bound, caged, held,

everything else had disappeared.

I eventually arose… it was 8am!!! Unheard of for me.

Something weird was going on… I felt its resonance through my body.

It felt like another dimension… a new space I wasn’t familiar with. Where was it and why did it arise? Those things I’ll likely never understand… at least with my mind.

It hasn’t left me… this alternate space. No use trying to decipher… how can I know? Is it me, or is it all around me. That one’s a tricky one.

But definitely the space has shifted… I’ve felt it approaching these last few days. I’ve even given up the practice of going straight to the planets… what’s happening in the wider space around us… I did that for many years. Astrology and I met when I was just a young girl.

These days… even that doesn’t seem large enough to contain it all. But I have my body… and she lets me know when something’s going on.

Even though I can’t explain it… tell you why. It’s enough to know… there’s movement. We’re moving into new territory.

‘Another complex level of existence on Earth’… that’s all the dream left me with. Where did I go in my sleep? I don’t know. What’s the message… I’m sure it will become clear. When it’s ready.

For now… I just get to feel it. My body feels a little tense, agitated, and alert. It’s like there’s this big mass of air swirling around us… blowing and shifting things at great speed.

While life on Earth for many… continue in the dream.

Being a sensitive is challenging at times.

‘Challenge’ ~ was one of the streams. The two distinct streams I felt over the crossing of years.

As December finished and January began… I felt it strongly… the two distinct streams. As if they were surging through our energetic space. The sign of our times.

‘The Magick’ and ‘The Challenge’. Both of these would accompany us. Each at the extreme end of the polarity… each at their maximum… each taking turns. They’d be walking alongside us.

And they have… at least in my world.

Our body is the barometer… she’s our guide. Yeah… often it makes no sense… but then lots don’t anyway.

We need to listen to her… step outside of the dream for a while… this sleep walking we do down here.

Believing in the false magic… not the real deal.

The winds will continue to blow… the waters will rise. Other dimensions will reveal… we’ll get spun around a bit… we’ll scramble to find our feet.

One thing’s for certain… we gotta change our ways.

🥰💨🥰

It’s been that kinda time. It is that kinda time.

There are many… that weary me. I realise I’ve allowed… I’ve compromised, accepted… given permission to occupy my space.

The weariness is growing.

Looking like… sometime soon, something’s gotta give.

Do we keep on the same ole same ole… as while we do the standard of everything slides at greater speed. The downhill slope.

It’s… ‘that’s just how it is…’ ~ ‘I can’t have it all… ‘ (yikes🥸) ~ ‘it’s the way the ‘world’ runs…’ ~ ‘compromise is necessary… ‘ (double, triple yikes🤓🤓🤓)

Something’s on its last legs… can’t you feel it? You must do… something’s breaking away at an ever increasing momentum.

Bit like the tide.

I went in early this morning… to beat the increasing heat from our glorious burning ball of fire. High tide wasn’t for another hour and a half… but it was high enough for me to float out through the mangroves.

So I thought I’d give it a go. My septuagenarian skin isn’t as bouncy as it once was. So I take more care… yeah, bit late maybe. But never too late for anything. While you’re breathing… everything is possible.

The tide seems to come in… or at least its more noticeable… in a particular spot in the river creek. There’s a stream of it… just in front of the mangroves on the other side.

I slipped out the back… down the lovely shaped rocks… gently stepped to the old dying tree… she offers her roots for me to launch off in my swim. It was pretty deep already… and still ninety minutes till she’d be at her fullest.

The first part of the journey… swimming to the other side… the tidal surge was reasonable, gentle even… it wasn’t dragging me down with it.

But as I got closer to that particular spot… where the incoming tide seems to surge… I started to feel it. Man… she has some power.

So I was swimming diagonally… on the surface of the water that is. The water looked like shining glass… what a wonder is this Mother Earth.

The tide was high enough… to slip into the mangroves, just a bit. Get a close up of all those baby trees. Her precious regeneration cycle. What a grace to witness.

I floated… communing, loving, adoring… why is it, it feels so much like home. I wondered, not for the first time… if I have some Mer in me.

I remember my first encounter with the mangroves… this was years back. The tide wasn’t high, so I was standing near the edge of them… looking in. My immediate sense was of the powerful Devic presence. It was as if there were water Fae everywhere.

That’s an energy I’m familiar with. Very familiar. Not just that I’m a Vibrational Essence Co-Creator… the Flower/Gem essences I’ve co-created for years. But sometimes I see them.

Visiting the mangroves across the river creek… which I do pretty much every day… it sometimes reminds me, takes me back to another time when I had that interaction with the Faerie kingdom.

It’s kinda strange… and unusual… as I don’t recall ever being read Faerie stories as a child. My life was a lot more serious. Being hit by that virus as a tiny one… spending all that time in hospitals, with doctors… the modern medical system etc… well I think I missed out on certain things. Not that I’m complaining. When one door closes another opens.

My experiences as a very young child opened other special doors for me. Ones that’ve continued to open and develop till today.

So… what is it that’s ready to leave? What’s pulling away with a mighty strength? But you can’t see it… so what you can’t see isn’t there?

We’re not taught… not conditioned to tune into our feelings. Nah… we’re forever encouraged to go directly to our head. Think, think, think… work it out. Well… there’s heaps of things that can’t be worked out with our head… but heh… that doesn’t discourage us… we just keep on keeping on.

No wonder the world (one we’ve created) is in the mess it is.

And there’s no denying that. It’s plain and apparent for the most unconscious… to at least get a glimpse.

But we don’t like losing things. I’m included in this… I’m a human too.

We hold on… for life, most of the times.

We don’t like uncertainty… we want to know what’s going on. Well good luck with that.

So… what’s about to leave our world?

Well taking a guess… I’d say a lot.

Maybe it’ll be piece by piece… maybe a whole lot will disappear all at once. It could happen in a myriad of ways. But one thing’s for sure… it will happen (remember that ad).

If you’re a star gazer, a sky watcher… a friend of our galactic neighbours… you’ll see directly that what’s above is reflected below… and visa versa.

The galactic skies… especially during this particular week… are full of portend. Removing, destroying… taking away. Dead wood burnt. And it’s all happening fast.

The momentum of ‘getting rid of’ is with us my friends.

What will be left?

What’s the most important thing for you?

If you had to choose… what would it be… if you can’t have it all.

So as the great gods above… orchestrate the cosmic tides of movement… move and shift the pieces. Take some things away… replace them with new things. How will we react?

We will know we’re not in charge.

The tide comes in… the tide goes out.

But as she does… she nurtures, she feeds, she refreshes, she brings new life, she encourages growth, she showers her love.

Do our comings and going do the same?

We have so much to learn… we’re still in kindergarten… or maybe nursery school.

Our world is shifting beyond our perception… will we be ready, will we accept?

Do we have the resources… to continue with the life we have… the breath we’re being given… for however long.

Will we renew… will we start again? Will we create new things? Will we nurture life? Will we be kind and giving? Will we be aware?

We need to be aware.

The changes are moving swiftly… they’ll be here before we know it. They may take us by surprise.

Humans have the potential for being the most amazing life forms. We do… a capacity that rarely if ever many get to encounter.

Will we go for gold?

Will we let go of compromise?

The broken?

The decayed?

The Dead and dying?

Will we strictly adhere to our one and only most potent “YES”?

This second, third, fourth best… will never do. Has never done.

We’re all tired… our spirit’s languishing… our soul squashed. Our head on speed.

We want to come home…

enough is enough

A new day dawns… where there’s breath there’s hope (an old quote of mine😌)

Much Love🥰🥰

I’m still in stop mode. Well, also deepening… at least in certain things.

The virulent invisible contagion thing swirls around me… hitting out front and side. I increase my vitamin C… as much as I can, till my body says stop.

I swim… I increase my laps. It’s not just laps… I cruise and enjoy. My body feels stronger.

I do daily yoga.

My path is glorious.

Across and back, over the river/creek… the mangroves on either side.

My most favourite (shhhh… can I say without offending) is the wonderland across the other side. The love I feel for them often brings tears. It’s a Love Affair that deepens every day.

Only in full tide… I slip out the back. Down the sturdy rock steps to the mangroves below. From there to the roots of the big old dying tree (now under water)… from there I can float/swim across the mangrove floor, manoeuvre through the mature and baby trees… to the full tide streaming down the estuary… known as Simpson’s Creek.

I’m fortunate… I know that. It also holds a deep pain… to witness and observe… so regularly, the lack of care and concern we give to the natural world.

I feel that pain in my heart.

So it’s a bittersweet Love.

I want to help so much… then I look at the enormity of it all… it can so easily overwhelm.

But just baby steps are needed… we’re always in the perfect place.

I was called here… I know that might sound odd. For some it won’t. Life is much more than we take in.

And all the synchronicity… for bringing me to this very spot.

My ego didn’t want it… neither my personality. I fought it. This was ‘not my thing’ I repeated… the surrounds, the people… the way of operating.

But amidst it all was this silent miracle… yes the beauty’s visible. But it’s more than physical beauty… it’s the soul, the essence… the very being of this miracle that sits on the outskirts of all our doing.

We pay homage now and again… go off on our holidays. Still often totally unaware of what is happening around us. The incredible miracle that exists.

The Love… the Relationship… unlike any other.

The relationship that asks nothing of you… sees you, hears you… knows your soul. Recognises you immediately. Longs to have you around. While being complete within itself.

Responds with such generosity

And gives you so much space… never crowds you in. It’s like it’s enormous… the size of the universe… the space you can feel.

You can breathe freely. Your chest feels light and expansive. It’s like the universe recognising you. This big empty space… full of love. It’s extraordinary.

It often overwhelms me… with the love I feel.

I hope that it helps… ’cause I don’t seem to do much else. Sometimes it’s hard to imagine it does… but I’m sure it must.

It’s real, it’s true…. it’s more true than most things I know.

When people say things like god is in nature… I understand that… it’s like the Great Power itself infuses this space.

It never interferes… coerces, expects. Allows the most extraordinary freedom. You feel it respond to love. It’s like it moves closer… it’s the ultimate lover.

It truly is a Love Affair… of an extraordinary kind.

So I swim… visit the mangroves… walk in the sanctuary… sit and be. I allow it all to be… I absorb it in. I do yoga, I take my vitamin C… ‘holidays’ still happen around me. The world (our world) seems kinda crazy.

2022 is creeping in.

Some days I feel the movement of ‘doing’ unfolding… new movement… I sense it’s a time of noticing. Being aware… letting things be.

You can’t rush things… make things happen. We’ve tried that… look where that’s got us.

The old ways still struggle on… we hold on. Can we see another way?

‘Cause there is one. But it’ll take a lot of letting go. Are we preparing our self? To be something, someone else. In a something new world.

Of course the old will still hang about a bit… but things won’t work so well within in.

It’s that kinda time… an Age finishing… a new one unfolding.

Our life running on… we only have it for a short time.

What will we do… with this extraordinary opportunity we have… to be, to witness. To open all our senses to another level… to live at another level. We’re missing so much.

There’s so much more out there than we know.

We need to change our ways. And pronto.

Lotsa Love💜🌼💜

It’s 6.40am… the 6th day of 2022

I feel lost and lonely and spent. I feel empty of myself. What’s happened to me since being here?

I feel stuck… empty… end of the road

I wrote…’I can do it… I just don’t know how yet’ (borrowed from ‘George’s Amazing Spaces’😃)

I’ve created all these amazing spaces…

Now during this time… it appears almost impossible. But somewhere inside… I know it never is.

But the doubts are floating to the surface… the flood ready to consume.

I’m lost… without hope… many moments I sleep walk… thru the day.

Each day on repeat… wandering in a dream. Wasting precious time. Not accomplishing anything.

How can I change it?

This Magick year of Bliss and Challenge… walking hand in hand.

I’m washed out… devoid of all I had. Neptune’s moving away from being close…

What’s left after these few years?

Sprouts of inspiration arise… I can see the path unfolding… then it closes over.

Depression… my old friend. Hiding from the hordes… wishing for what?

What is it I want?

What do I hunger for?

What’s brought me to this doorway?

There’s a shift… yes

I feel like a flattened dead fish

I’ve lost everything.

Oh my god… the triumph of Loss

has it taken it all… left me with nothing?

Except the despise… for myself

the self hatred festers… oh where did it come from?

This cruel and barren land.

Left cut open… bleeding dry. They take all they can.

Just leave a corpse… swelling, stinking

no good even for compost.

What happened… what did I do wrong?

The old holding on… ‘it’ll rise to the surface’ I wrote.

Self despair… self abomination

Where does it have its roots?

From what pile of shit did it fester?

My body heavy on the stool… my favourite orange stool

from which many words have been written.

It’s a crossroads… but what kind?

Where to from here?

To the rubbish tip?

My bottom feels squashed… between me and the orange vinyl.

Year after year after year

all the houses

all the homes

And look where I’ve ended up.

“They have to give you value for value’… the people on our side

Back into war

it’s been a time of it here

not long after I arrived… the bombs wizzing over our heads

the fighting… the greed… the jealousy… the hatred

This place called Paradise… has an underbelly

Guess it’s always the way… this civilisation we’ve built

The cracks keep appearing… getting deeper, wider

The little elves… with dead eyes… automated from that central place

scurry with speed

to fix the decay

But this battle can’t be won… by those who destroy.

Their maker is near… their end in sight

But at present we simmer in their poisonous brew

And it’s hard to take.

Feels like we’re dying… disappearing in the quick sand

The motors roar

the stink overwhelms

the robots march

implants everywhere

The darkest before the dawn.

They said it would be that way.

They said not to lose hope… don’t let go of the rope

You can see the Light (they remind)

it never disappears.

It’s just the clouds are thick… low and heavy

they block out the light

How did I get here… where everything is disappearing?

I remember the dream…

although that’s not what it was…

The visionary paths… created… opened, in that magick space

It was White Buffalo

sweat poured from his body

he moved at great speed

me on his back.

He had a purpose… that was clear

he had a destination to reach

As we rode across the land… tears ran down my cheeks

as they dropped to the ground…

they turned it green

I looked behind me… from where we’d come… the land turned green.

My tears were turning the land green.

We got to the base of the mountain

White Buffalo almost spent

he scaled the mountain with his eyes… breathed in deep

And took the final charge.

We made it to the summit… probably in the nick of time.

That radiant golden arch above… our heads

created by Sun… a shield for us.

Our bodies crumbled to the ground… my head resting on White Buffalo’s massive belly

We fell into the deepest sleep.

I still heard it all…

it all falling down.

The rumble… the silent noise…

the air filled with smoke

Piles of rubble strewn everywhere…

then we awoke…

found ourselves in a different space.

We stretched our limbs… breathed in the new air

everything had changed (that’s happened to me before… I’m strange like that)

I hopped back on his back

We slowly descended the mountain

we moved very slowly… taking in the new surrounds

We got to the base… continued over the land

Now very slowly

adjusting to everything

Tears tumbled again

slowly down my cheeks… as I took in the terrain.

I miss those Magick Baths… will I ever get down there again?

🧡🌑🧡

WoWa… the Creek this morning. I hadn’t planned to go back in this morning, especially with the forecast… powerful winds and surging tides. The cyclone that almost was… now an ex… now coming as a ‘Low’. The winds were up yesterday. Today they’ve increased… and said to be reaching very high speeds.

So I hadn’t planned to go in. Specially after yesterday’s super extravaganza. I’ll never forget that gift… the images of floating over and amongst… all those baby trees. Just centimetres from my face. I felt ecstatic. Enough to gasp and weep.

This opportunity would not normally be available to me… going so far in…deeper into the womb of the mangroves. But with the kind support of King Tide so much more was available to me.

There was a moment when I wished I had an underwater camera… to’ve been able to capture those magick moments. It was the most extraordinary experience of the mangroves I’ve had… talk about a New Year Blessing.

Of course Nature responds all the time. Especially to our Love. I wonder at times at the power of our Love… our appreciation, our honouring. Just what it is has the power to do, the power to transform.

Since being here… living with them… surrounded by them… I’ve done little in a physical way. Cleared some branches, floating logs etc… away from the juvenile trees growing out back. They’re like my back yard water garden. Although they’re not mine… I just get to love them, honour them and watch out for them.

Very little I’ve done to create physical change. No big massive deeds I’ve done. I’ve done a lot of witnessing… sometimes awe inspiring, other times heartbreaking… when you see the Mother being abused.

It’s just been recently… I’ve been thinking about the power of Love. I felt a desire to understand more about the power of Love… especially in healing.

The winds are building outside. Campers re-inforcing their tents. I’ll put my car under shelter soon.

So yesterday’s extravaganza… extraordinary experience. The Mangroves in their powerful birthing cycle… I had no plans to go in today. Then heard the neighbours come back, sounded like they’d been in… that was it, I couldn’t resist.

Down the steps out the back… my god the swell is huge. Must be the highest tide yet… at least since I’ve been here. It was lapping up against the bottom retaining wall… covering all the rocks, up to the steps.

No plans to swim across to the other side today. The water looked way too wild. And it was deep. Miniature waves buoyed by the wind lapping into me. Trees swaying vigorously. I’d never seen the creek like this before.

Figured I’d not venture far. The water was already over my head before I left the mangroves on this side. Wow… it’s deep. It was amazing to be in there though. So primal, so passionate. So alive.

There was no-one else I could see in either direction… till a while later a lone canoeist came out from the little beach a little ways down and head off south toward the sanctuary. The winds were blowing furiously.

Up northwards… on the creek, no humans were visible. Then in the distance what looked like a splash… thought it might just be the wind. It didn’t look large enough to be a canoe… wasn’t a boat. And no one was standing on a paddle board. Looked more like swimmers… surely not. Yes I was in there but I wasn’t doing laps. I was staying close to shore.

I couldn’t work out what it was.

Bit by bit it got closer… still hard to distinguish. It seemed like there were people in the water, and there was a board… with what looked like a child on it. And a dog. But also one or two people in the water. It looked to be flowing with the tide… still going south.

As it got closer it was clear to see the child and the dog on the board. The child lying down and the dog on his legs, face in the wind and barking. And what looked like another child in the water on the far side of the board… someone in the water, treading water and swimming while pulling the board from the front.

I thought they might all be children… venturing in this wild and potentially dangerous scene… so was about to swim out to them to check. The water was so rough I decided against it… even swimming to the centre. So I called out to them… ‘are you all ok?’ I think the guy… the one in the water pulling the board… said something but I couldn’t hear what he said.

I added… ‘it’s going to get pretty wild in here soon with the winds… be careful’.

They kept on their way.

As they past I noticed a woman holding the back of the board and swimming at the same time.

A few times what sounded like the man enquiring if someone was ok… like he was talking to a child.

They just kept on their way.

How extraordinary. What an outrageous scene. It was really wild in there… the winds wild, and the king tide ready to swallow everything around.

I watched them as they continued on down…. becoming smaller in the distance. I kept treading water… enjoying being in the water… with this wild scene happening around me. I was curious and hoping that they would turn off down at the little beach just a little bit further down.

I stayed for as long as I could see them. To check they were ok.

What on earth were they doing out there?

They didn’t appear to head toward the little beach… but stayed close to the shore as the rain came pounding down… and kept floating south.

The mysterious crazy adventurous family traversing the creek at king tide with cyclonic winds. I’d love to know the whole story.

Day two of the King tide adventure.

Sounding like magick abounds in this new space of 2022.

And have you noticed how nice it feel to write the two 2’s at the end of the date? It has such a nice flow to it. Physically it feels good. It flows.

Much Love💜🌑💜

Yes… and its New Moon today… birthing New Moon cycle of 2022🌑