Author: marilyn

January 2nd 2022… Sunday, Sun’s day.

Sun’s in Capricorn. Tomorrow Capricorn New Moon. Dark, dark Moon today. Been thinking a bit about the Moon(‘s) this morning… being King Tide… its lapping right up over the rocks out back.

I swim at full tide… the creek out back is a tidal creek. It’s more an Estuary than a creek… (biggest creek I’ve ever seen😃)… but it’s called Simpson’s Creek.

Both sides of the creek are supported by the mangroves. One side… the ocean/beach side, less impacted by humans… is incredibly beautiful. And so sacred. It’s moving through a regenerative cycle at present… there are hundreds of tiny baby trees sprouted all through the mangroves as far as I can see… mostly their heads under the water. It’s so humbling and exciting. This morning I cried at the sheer magnificence.

It’s king tide… so after swimming across the bulging creek (way over my head) to the mangroves on the other side… I was able to float in further than I ever have. Way to the back of this magnificence place. God, what a blessing.

I feel so protective of the mangroves… and especially all the baby trees.

Because the water was so high I could float further and further… and I could see through the clear water to all the bright green leafed babies swaying just inches from my face. I cried with the overwhelm of the experience.

It’s rare (my first time ever) to venture into the mangroves so far… at least while swimming or floating… causing no damage.

About two months back I noticed the tiny trees for the first time… their heads popping out on top of the water. In the years I’ve been here and spent a lot of time in those mangroves I’d never seen so much regrowth. Never seen it like this.

When I first noticed I thought… ‘they’re preparing’. They’re building strength and resilience.

I thought of the wave… the weather approaching.

As well as the sacred purpose the mangroves serve for all the marine life… they also protect us. They protect the shore. They’re our buffer from the storms.

It was a blessing I simply couldn’t have imagined.. or expected to receive. I don’t have words to describe how it felt… to keep floating deeper and deeper into the bosom of the mangroves… ever so gently, over hundreds of these baby trees. Some touching my nose.

I cried.

It’s feeling like 2022 is holding both energies… the Magick and the Challenge.

Still the middle of the ‘Great Reset’, the undoing, the dismantling. Some will be holding on tight… wanting things to remain the same.

It can’t. An Age has finished its run it course… it’s on its way… making way for the new.

Magick is THICK in 2022… we just gotta keep our focus shiny and loving.

Hold our sacred self in Exquisite care.

When we’re experiencing the Challenges… remembering… they just need acknowledgement… they need our love before moving on. Acknowledging them is good… just don’t hold on to them. Don’t believe their repetitive story. It may’ve been true once… but it isn’t now. Love them… let them be free.

Lie down have a nap.

Swimming in ocean water is GOOD. Immersing in the Sacredness of the Mother… our extraordinary Nature Paradise. Respect her. Honour her.

The natural world has played hundredth fiddle for Eons… that recording has finished. Tape run bare. We need to chuck it.

Eyes to Light and Love.

Magick is here right now.

Rest when you need. As a favourite astrologer reminded… all this shift, dismantling stuff… is exhausting. We might need more sleep. More R&R. More Love. More support. More happiness. More joy.

That work till you drop stuff… is long dead in the water.

Welcome 2022 🌹🎁🌹

Amidst the beauty… we unravel. Forever held by the Great Mother and Father. Down to the depths… the fear the sorrow. The paralysis. The deepest cuts that hurt so much.

The ‘world’… what a mess. The ‘solutions’… I just cry. The ‘advice’… well, shut your mouth. Around us the beauty shines.

The horrors… the freeze. Memories drift like gossamer threads. I’ve known deeper darker moments… that endless abyss that swallows you whole. Slurps and licks its lips as it devours your entirety.

You wonder how you lived through it all. How you functioned… what made it possible. The human spirit… what a creation of such magnificence

The will to know, to find, to understand… to find the truth. To Heal.

I know the path so well. Seventy years its been. Don’t say I don’t know… I do. It’s walked with me, sung to me, whispered to me, followed me, reminded me… again and again. Don’t tell me I don’t know. ‘Cause I do.

I’ve brought my self to here… what a wonder I am. I was helped along the way… given all the tools I’d need. I used them… each and every one of them. I never gave up… I continued down that road. My mission was clear. And I didn’t care what anyone thought. I would not concede.

The waters are deep… the cavins revealed. All sorts and shapes and sizes… the deepest most important ones… bubble to the surface.

I stand my ground. I know. I know myself. My body racked with grief… it’s heavy. It’s a load to carry around. The massive waters begin to leak.

Where there’s a will… there’s a way. Stamped on my forehead when I first popped out. My ancestors around me always cheering me on. From a line of ‘Seers’ I see them sometimes.

Digging for more… revealing parts you’re yet to see. The warrior’s path can sometimes be tough. But you know what’s important… you never forget. You continue on until your last precious breath… to make it right. To heal… to bring it all home.

marilyn 💚💚

I’m a big fan of Neptune… well, it’s hard to separate myself from him. He appears to be merged with my approach to everything🤩

I’m not complaining… he’s taken me on many a Magickal Mystery Tour. ‘Hop on’ he grins… ‘what mysteries can we explore’. Often there appears no limit… to where he can squirrel his massive form into. The worlds behind the worlds behind the worlds.

When a planet stands stationary in the sky (as Neptune is right now)… well, in reality it doesn’t, it just appears that way at least to us here on Earth… it’s as if the planet’s momentum has ceased… that it’s come to a stop.

In astrology it’s said that when a planet is in the process of changing direction… either forward or backward… direct or retrograde… that the planet is described as being ‘stationary’. Either Stationary Direct or Stationary Retrograde. Their power is compacted and thus much more potent. As if all their power is being released in that very moment in time and space.

You can imagine… something large and massive, full of galactic life energy. Radiating its own unique vibration, a container of unique expression… a powerful manifestation of compacted energy.

Imagine it coming to a stop… its energy no longer dispersed through movement. It just stands and hums, vibrates… giving its entire energy to that very moment.

Neptune is known for his Mystery. His exquisite Magick. His ability to travel behind the screen of matter. To penetrate the physical form that sits in front of the pure energetic presence.

It’s like nothing is impossible for him.

Hop upon that magick rug and let him show you what’s really out there.

He’s given the honoured title of King of our Oceans. He rules Water.

So ~ with magnanimous, large, forever making everything bigger and bigger, seeking out the truth no matter what with a jubilance that melts any defence ~ jovial, lustful, seeker of the highest knowledge ~ the Great King of the Gods himself ~ Zeus👑

Coming home to spend time with the Great King of our Waters… truly something to celebrate. If a bit wet😃

Jupiter makes his move into Neptune ruled Pisces during the last days of December… last moments of 2021. Currently he’s considered Stationary Direct… standing still. Thus his power is magnified. He’s preparing to move forward again. After turning retrograde back in June. It’s no surprise the rain’s about😃😃

Jupiter into Pisces through 2022 is something to celebrate. Dive deep into the magickal mystery. Explore the worlds behind the worlds. EXPANSION into the world of vision and magickal manifestations. Exploration into multiple realities.

Yeah… it’s possible there could be a bit of water about.

Jupiter being the ancient ruler of Pisces is coming home…. where he’ll stay throughout 2022. A super celebration… Jupiter knows how to celebrate.

I’m sure our challenges will have their own version of expansion. But remembering… it’s imperative now where we place our focus. Our energy, our focus… gives life. Feeds and expands. We need to feed the things we want to grow… the good things.

Neptune moves out of his stationary stance and begins his movement forward during the wee hours of December 2nd Oz time (12.22am).

Much love…. marilyn 💙🦄💙

Rain’s settled in for a bit it seems. La Nina didn’t wander far. A forecast wet season ahead. Wet season’s are great… remember them living on the land. The atmosphere of the wet… everything’s growing so fast. The compacted air… it’s more dense, pulls down. You want to rug up, dry out, stay warm. Well especially if you’re Vata (Dosha) oriented😃😃

We’re so enamoured by Sun (understandably🌞)… that these wet times can be considered an inconvenience. A block in our way. A hindrance… not a gift.

I’m remembering some of the flood times… one only days after returning to the Mullum area… after 25yrs. At least to live for a while.

It was March 2017… and Venus had just entered her retrograde cycle… creating another point in her Sacred Star. If you’ve not witnessed Venus in her extraordinary cycle check it out.

It was actually the day I arrived at my new digs… my first go at renting in forever… back to my old stomping grounds… still extremely fragile after leaving my Sacred Space.

What a journey it’s been. At times I feel I’ve been through so much during this time. Now 5yrs. All back here in the Byron Shire. I had no intentions of coming back here… was just looking for decent price rent accommodation. And that was 2017!!

Anyways… the floods. Venus, it appears was in a very full-on mood. My god… all that emotion. All those feelings… let loose to run free and swamp all around.

A little river ran through the main yard of my new accommodation. A stylishly lovely cabin in a valley in Main Arm. Water was pouring down in rapids from the huge cliffs behind us.

All settled in time… it took a while. Back to the rainforest. My Sacred Space was up in the mountains… in the high country. Where the air was crystal clear. Ahh, and the adoring bird life… memories take me back. Families upon families of bird families… what a paradise that place was. It was like Magick Land.

The flood before that was during my first months at my Sacred Space up in the mountains. Newly arrived… up on the hill, surrounded by mountains. The valley creek ran past my front bottom gate… the bottom of the hill… where the red letter box and the resident frog resided.

The creek would flood… and it always looked amazing. So fertile… so powerful. So pregnant with possibility. So radiant and full. It’d close the road to town for a day or two.

Then down in Faerie Gully… the spring fed dam I shared with my neighbour. The Faerie Tree down there. The ‘Healing Waters’ my friend once commented when visiting the property for the first time😃😃

I was always cosy and dry… up on the hill. Standing on my front verandah I’d get to view it all. It looked sensational.

So another wet… weather guys saying it could be a big one… like that one back in 2011.

Living on the Sacred Creek… nudged in the Mangroves… it’s magickal. I’ve been very blessed to’ve been given it. Offered it. But during these wet times… there’s a lot of water… creating damp… rainforest climate. Need to take care to balance with some dry and heat.

I miss my fires up on the property.

Who knows what the future holds.

Hope your day is magickal. Don’t forget to tap into the magick. One life… for a blink of an eye. And soooo much to fill ourselves with.

No sacrifices… enjoy the bounty… soak it in.

Ohh, and Venus is currently preparing for her retrograde cycle once again… this time creating a Sacred Star Point in Capricorn… December 19th to January 29th 2022.

She’s already begun her journey into this sacred cycle… when she began slowing down in the sky around November 18th. She won’t be back to speed till around early March 2022.

Four months of her journey in the underworld. What will surface?

Currently she’s getting snuggly with Mars… they appear to be hitting it off💞💞

Celebrating Venus time… and Mother Nature’s Bounty🌺

Much Love🧡💞🧡

No pink sky this morning… but then didn’t arise till 7am. Once that would’ve been super late… accustomed as I was to be up and outside waiting for the dawn… at 4am.

Well… remembering, that was Snowie’s waking time. In she’d come, sit right by my head… her nose only millimetres from my face… as she’d nudge me awake. God I miss her. Decisions… often we need to make them. This way or that way… is there a right way? We may never know.

Past floods through me… drenching me in its caress. So many moments, exquisite, hard… interminable. So many moments… seconds behind them… all creating a mass… that’s really invisible.

Strange things pop up… like moments ago walking to the glass door out to the deck… checking out the tide. Full tide around midday today.

It’s sorta grey… soft wind blows through the trees. The ever present ocean sound.

The strange things ~ ‘you are abstract’. Out of the blue it came. A current man friend once commented as he walked into my cabin… my paintings on the wall.

‘I’m abstract’… well maybe I am. A whole jiggle jaggle of shapes and pieces… directed by feeling… with some experimentation. Daring a form to protrude… an idea, a vision to be given life.

There’s a stillness about. I feel it strongly. Something someone wrote… an astrologer I think… about this passage of time between the eclipses.

The last one just recent (November 19th) and the next approaching on December 4th. This passage of time… this space between these independent galactic events… was described as a time warp of sorts.

It kinda feels that way. This sense of timelessness.

Like it’s a finishing off of something… yet we haven’t arrived to the next thing yet. A kind of sense of being removed… yet not put back together yet. It’s a weird sort of sense.

I’m often amazed… that ‘things’ go on seemingly normally. Where oft times I seem to be floating in timelessness.

Maybe it’s my age. I’m growing old. It’s a fascinating adventure… bit like birthing… no one can really tell you how its gonna be. You just gotta wait to experience it.

One thing I have become aware… is that’s it had a really bad rap. For a long time now. And that old way of thinking is overdue for a rehaul. Super overdue.

I guess the best ones to be doing this right now… are us. Those of us that’ve arrived here.

Life is precious… that never changes. Yeah we get a certain allotment to relish the whole experience. Man am I grateful for that.

Maybe it’s living by the magickal river creek all these years… I feel my energy bodies flow with the incoming and outgoing tides. I feel the atmospheric peace… our Beloved Mother Earth… hold me while she sways. Love me with ferocity. Holds me in her arms like a babe.

This ‘no-time’ we’re moving through… this uniquely focused period of being… let go, I remind myself. Keep letting go. Just like the tide… go with it, don’t resist. Don’t fight. Find your centre within it all.

Abstract… who knows…💖💖💖

I’ve been waking a bit sleepy and sore. Think I’ve been waking a bit sleepy for the last two years!! We can never underestimate the effect of global chaos on our ever sensitive nervous system.

When something’s due for change… everything’s taken with it.

You can’t pick and choose… which bits stay, which bits go. Nah… you get to see how tiny you are. Yet so magnificent❤️❤️

I had a fall. My curiosity took the reins.

Heh… I’m not downing my gorgeous curiosity. Gee… I wouldn’t be here and now, who I am… without her. She’s been extraordinary. Seen me through and past… with explorations into galaxies unknown… to my mind. Many times. She’s made me the genius I am.

Don’t you luv to get to own her (genius that is). Proudly speak her name. Celebrate her existence… man… it’s been a journey getting here. But wouldn’t change it for quids…

Bumped into a friend on my cycle after a swim (needing to move my body after all the lying down)… one of my more eccentric kind. Brilliant awareness… probably shunned by many. That don’t understand.

I’ve always been a magnet for these kind. The misunderstood. The outcasts… the different. The brilliant in disguise.

The chat got around to my current state… nursing an injury that has been overtaking my consciousness. Pain hurts. And I’m not used to it. I’ve been lucky… considering the pathways my life has taken… that I’ve experienced very little physical pain.

Other things I’ve had… my glorious nervous system… and her exquisite sensitivity. Energy fluctuations… being an energy responder. But not a lot of physical pain. Yeah it sucks.

Anyways… I’m getting away from the point… it came up I had polio as a child. Well more accurately I was visited by the polio virus and it entwined itself in my body. This friend didn’t know. I’m often surprised (and not) that long time friends don’t know. But there… I was great at hiding. I still am.

It’s possibly a long time hangover from centuries before. This hiding thing. But here and now in my body and awareness… it still feels very real.

Anyways… this lovely odd ball friend of mine began to describe the functioning of the atoms and nuclei etc. He gave this exquisite enactment of their expansion and contraction. Expanding again and again into unknown galactic territories… expanding further every time… then bringing them back home… to your body.

I mean… man. This body… this whole shebang we’re a part of… is beyond a miracle. It’s an intelligence of a magnitude that’s simply beyond.

And we get to live in this gifted body, this existence… for the time we do.

I told him… my friend… that I don’t have any regrets. Well there’s still a creeping few mostly about family… that haven’t felt safe enough to let go just yet. But as far as the virus that visited me… back 70yrs ago… with that I celebrate. It’s all been perfect. It’s created my pathway through life. One I’m still on today.

This healing journey. Knowing something greater exists. And intent on finding it. What a miraculous adventure.

So I’m having a concentrated time of this healing focus right now. Slipping on some slippery rocks… down in my favourite place the Sanctuary… is taking me another level deeper into this journey.

I don’t know if it never ends for everyone… or just me. This relentless focus. I have a passion for digging underneath… to find the source… to find the gold. To uncover the treasure.

Healing is a profound journey… down to the depths.

‘There’s no such thing as can’t…’ my philosophical father would say. One of his many ditti’s. Well… logically we could question that. But it stayed in my mind… set itself in stone.

Well… remembering his intention ~ it was to correct any errant ways we dared to experiment with… concerning our punctuation, the expression of language. He was pertinacious indeed in this regard.

He was referring to the abbreviated word ‘can’t’… that wayward slang. But still it got set in there all the same.

‘There’s always a way… ‘ my little voice would always say. ‘You just gotta find it.’ So on the hunt I’d go. I think basically I’m an Adventurer (amongst other things😃😃).

It’s a bloody big ending to this ridiculous 2021… and 2020 before. It seems the next two years… at least, will continue to unfold more. But on the edge of Dark and Light… the ever present Yin and Yang. The dance of union… the remembering, the sacrifice, the letting go.

The courage… the willingness to embody our greatness.

Currently immersed in this super powerful eclipse portal… things get deeper whether you want them to or not. You can try clinging to the surface… but I don’t like your chances. Those waves will increase in power and force.

Then there’s those atoms and nuclei… expanding out in ever increasing circles… travelling further into galaxies beyond. Then bringing them back home to you. Sitting there in your body.

What a life. What a miracle… of miracles.

Love and Light… forever and always… ❤️‍🔥🌏❤️‍🔥

Above is my favourite go-to sacred place. The calming and grounding recharge my cells. I’m welcomed every time… as soon as I arrive. It’s as if she’s waiting for me. My home space. The sense of belonging is viscerally felt… remembered. I’m nurtured, loved and healed.

I’ve weathered the storm… these last passing years… big ones for us. Nothing lasts forever… all things pass, unless of course they’re clung to🧐

Most things in these parts (my local surrounds) continue as ‘normal’. A sense of community, no two headed monsters… lurking in shaded laneways, waiting to grab you. Eat you up.

Ocean continues her nurturing lullaby… even when she’s raging. Tide flows to where its needed… leaving no-one out. All included. She’s amazing… that Mother of ours.

Life continues… out of the storm. Echo’s of stories still rambling on. I can hardly hear them anymore.

Time will tell… as it always does. Secrets can’t be hidden forever. Sun melts the rigid barriers… ocean wears them away. Time disintegrates… all returns to dust.

Inside… our heart beats. Blood is moved to nourish and feed. Cleanse and remove. Chi charges our vital organs… all sing in praise for the One Great Spirit. Life is a miracle.

Small ‘men’ will always be small… greatness will always be Great. Nothing much changes. Not really. Yet everything keeps moving.

So many Learn-ed… yet ignorance spills over. Upsetting the balance… things get rocky. We get confused. Make silly choices.

Yet Life is wonderful… oh how wonderful it is. It’s purity indistinguishable from the One who provides it. Generosity unknown to our wee little selves. How can Love be so BIG. So Generous. So consistent. So always there.

Storms pass. That’s what they do. There’s always Light and Dark… we have choice. Even when we think we don’t.

Life is good. So very, very good. I’m truly grateful for being given the chance… to come here. To do what I’ve done. To still be here.

Of course I take it for granted… then I don’t.

Storms pass… history repeats itself. We have wisdom deep in our soul.

Our Heart only knows Love.

We have this immaculate vehicle… an intelligence which nothing can compare or supersede.

We are in essence… absolutely Perfect.

Storms come… they pass. Little people talk the loudest. The seven deadly ‘sins’ affect us all. Some it seems more than others. History repeats itself.

That’s just one side of the equation… the other… simply Magnificence.

Life is wonderful. This Earth a paradise. We have all the power we need… to make a difference. A massive difference.

Time to step up… and play our part.

With Love💚🦚💚

A friend posted a pic… a photo she’d taken years back in a street in Melbourne. The words ‘Random Acts of Gentle Anarchy’… were written above a rainbow. It was such a sweet sign.

Anarchy’s a word I can say I never use… wouldn’t consider it a characteristic of mine. I’ve often described myself as not being conservative… but neither was I radical.

As years pass and I’ve moved further and further into my Elderhood… more of me has revealed itself. Like an exquisite ancient flower unravelling its unique and incredible beauty. The magnificent creation of Me.

Gently, lightly radical… maybe.

But never a thought of anarchy. Yet seeing that word in the sweet little Graffiti resonated with something inside me.

Looking at that sweetly created piece of art (now long gone from its pride of place on the wall) I commented… ‘Anarchy… the word, sets a flame alight in the Irish Soul😃😃’

Of course the very word vaccine sets off a multitude of responses… why should it? It’s just a word.

I’m not unfamiliar with viruses, sickness, medical procedures. People dying. Isolation, lock downed. I experienced that as a very young child. That was my life for a long time. That experience made me who I am today. It activated something so fundamental to my very spirit… you could say my dharmic duty… from which followed a lifetime’s journey of discovery and learning. There is good in everything. I know… I forget that too.

I was watching a Trauma discussion ~ part of the Wisdom of Trauma series with Garbor Mate. His guest was Bessel Van Der Kolk… his well known book ‘The Body Keeps the Score’ was our selected reading material during the trauma module of my Tantric Coaching training.

I’m familiar with trauma. Both in my personal life and my training. I can confidently say I’m trauma aware.

During that particular video with Garbor Mate and Bessel Van Der Kolk… they were touching on the current vaccine topic. The Polio epidemic was used as an example in support of their narrative. It often is. But it was a comment Garbor made that created a direct response in me… that the polio virus had ruined the person’s life.

Nothing could be further from the truth… for me.

I wanted a way of responding to this comment… hopefully I will. We all make comments, talk and make assumptions… that regardless of our training and experience… we never really know for being the absolute truth. We assume. So much we assume.

And assumptions are more that making an Ass of ourselves… as the old ditti goes… but assumptions can be down right dangerous.

Contracting the polio virus… and all that entailed not only did not ruin my life but made me the incredibly wise, knowing and experienced person I am. It set me on a path of discovery I’m still on. I’ve never given up… continued to uncover, to delve, to search for better and better more wholesome ways.

Knowing the purity within. Understanding your Self. Honouring your Spirit. Being brave. Being Human. Loving kindness showered generously on your being. Loving Life. Striving for wholeness.

Not getting snagged in current dramas.

They come and they go.

While Life shines… blesses us with Life Breath. We’re here for such a short time. A time never repeated. Gratitude for all of it.

We keep on learning. Evolution unfolds.

marilyn… 🥰🌺🥰

It’s coming soon… I can feel it. It’s on its way… not far now. The light is lighter… the feelings smoother. The anxiety lessened… the fear subsided. What was all the fuss about?

Well in anyone’s terms… this last chapter of collective mish-mashing has held heaps that’ve left us wanting.

Yeah, yeah, yeah… there’s all the stuff. All the details ~ so much presented. Heaps’a talk… non-stop comments. Yes and No… saviours and enemies.

Nothing makes sense… well it’s as clear as day. The left and the right… all shades in between. The know-it-alls, the experts, the fools. The dreaded ~ drum roll ~ ‘Conspirators’. Those dark evil doers.

My body exhales a massive hold of air… the light is lighter, the feelings smoother. The glow returned. I’m fitting in my skin. All makes sense when I’m connected to me. And the spark of Light glowing all around me.

It’s close… I can feel it. What? Well lots of things. But amidst the clammer of unfolding scenes… good, bad, ugly, pretty; in comes that special thing just PERFECT for me.

Kindness does rule our world.

It’s getting closer… it tingles my skin. My cells are excited… can feel them jubilating. My body calms. My mind is clear…. open spaces, fertile fields. Love ~ oh my dearest Love… inviting me into my own special world.

It’s not long now… they said it would be at the darkest hour. I know many still lament. Exhausted from everything. Some losing faith… this we can never do. During the darkest hours… the Light is the brightest… and most available.

It’s not long now… tiny steps are enough. If you’re tired and weary… sick of it all… take more naps. Spend whole days in bed.

It’s not long now… I’m feeling it dancing under my skin. Body always knows. Even through all the ups and downs. It’s wisdom is huge… connected to that one big Everything.

It’s not long now. All will be ok. Better than ok… we’ll find our place again. It’s been a rugged patch of time… worn most of us to our core. We’ve done the best we can… to accommodate, to make our way through.

But it’s not long now. The light’s getting lighter. I can hear them approaching. It’s sweet. It’s warm. It’s inviting us in. We’ll be well taken care of. We won’t be forgotten.

It’s not long now… never give up hope.

Something wonderful is up ahead.

🧡🌺🧡