My previous heading was… ‘Oh god… the challenges’; and yeah, they’ve been hard.
I’m built to feel the depths of things. It showers me with the capacity to feel exquisite beauty, joy and holiness. So I can’t complain.
I wouldn’t swap it… well, of course I can’t. The mechanism is unchangeable… set in stone.
As a Capricorn Moon… I have an affinity with the stone and rock kingdom.
Stone is solid and enduring… pleasing Capricorn’s planetary Lord, Saturn.
And we sure do get to experience Saturn’s ways… whether we’re aware of his presence or not.
The famous ‘Saturn Return’ around 28yrs. I’m sure you hold a memory of it somewhere in your storehouse.
Then there’s King Neptune, ruler of the Water World… holds more power than even Saturn.
The Water World has certainly become a collective focus… with the power and influence it holds.
I’ve not been down to the beach since just after Cyclone Alfred… witnessing up close the destruction.
I’m overdue to go down… I used to go down for every dawn… and what an exquisite, sensational experience that is.
Every day different… the colours, the mood, the cyclic changes.
And that huge golden ball of fire as it ascends from the depths of Neptune’s Water World… making life possible on this planet.
Tears would fill my eyes… my heart responding to such a holy moment… I’d bow my head in gratitude.
This Earth, this Life is filled with magick.
The challenges… that have flooded my being… have taken me to a place, long forgotten. Where I wasn’t sure if I could move myself out of.
It also held such power… but in a dark and imprisoning manner.
It’s a shock when you stumble into a place… long thought gone.
Where all your resources seem to melt in the roaring fire ready to consume you.
This move has been the most difficult experience I can remember for a very long time.
Maybe back there… when I was newly turned three… a visit to the hospital where I never came home. Not till another year.
As therapists would often say… ‘I’ve done a lot of work on myself’.
Not just in these last 30yrs… where I’ve studied and trained… ways to access deeper levels of memories stored in my body.
But really, right from the start.
That experience… at such a tender and vulnerable time of my development… only just turned three.
To be separated from my mother and father… my home.
Housed in an institution… not friendly and compassionate to children at that time. Surrounded by sickness and death.
Yes, of course it changed me… how could it not.
I built a solid rock wall between me and everything else. Except Nature… that was always where I felt safe, at home.
It’s still like that for me… like I need it on a soul and cellular level. I start dying without it.
So… the Kookaburra’s came. I can’t tell you what that meant for me. I thanked them from my heart.
I’m not alone in this alien place… they’ve come to be with me.
I had a very special relationship with my feathered friends at Mahalia (the property I lived). It was bird paradise.
That was my intention to create here… plant a mini forest to attract back all my friends. I need them to exist… living within this loud, noisy, busy, unaware social community.
Humans… well, lots of them, are hard to be around.
Sigh… yes, the wilderness calls me. Being ‘practical’… now in my aging years. Is that real or a con?
I guess I’ll find out.
So Kookaburra saved me… and yes, my nervous system is depleted (adrenal exhaustion) it’s all been too much, this move.
But then… moves tend to do that to me. I’ve wondered often, if it takes me back to that time I was three.
Some of those buried feelings and emotions are still yet to be allowed space to rise to the light. To be assimilated.
Some things just seem too hard.
And I’m pretty brave.
And clever.
Gifted with so much.
Showered with Divine Grace.
I’m grateful… I am.
It’s just those dark passages.
I call out for help.
And the Kookaburra came… then later with his mate.
Much Love to you… marilyn💚💚💚
It’s been a helluva few months. Well… March was always forecast to be BIG.
It started in January… yes or no for the house. It was difficult negotiations… people with different ways… they creep under your skin.
Why can’t things move at a different speed? Offered with genuine humanity? Our world today.
It’s fast… where are people rushing to get to? Push aside anything in the way. Trample over… that poor, dear wallaby mum… dragged over to the gutter to rot. Her bulging pouch horribly still.
Push, push, push… make it go faster. We’re in a hurry… to where? What’s ahead… the ending of our life, our time on this sensational planet.
Too busy to notice… just get out of my way. I have important things to do.
We wonder… what will it take, to slow everything down.
Yeah… unfortunately, the most challenging of times.
We said yes… well, I surrendered. My son was keen, I had concerns (my Capricorn Moon😁).
We signed the bottom line.
The house is ours… well, the banks.
But it will be ours… not too far away. My son, a clever and generous and loving and caring gorgeous soul.
The floors are done. Well, at least for stage 1… of this large creative project.
The painting finishes tomorrow. All lovely white and bright. We’re loving this solid but weary house… back to shining light.
Creating Sacred Space… so important for us to thrive.
All my stuff waiting patiently in the humble, narrow garage… we’ve been separated for two years.
All my Flower Essences… Mother Tinctures I co-created with the Devic Kingdom.
First one was in 2001… the morning the flower Deva’s first spoke to me.
Now there are many… I’m eager and excited to set them up in a Sacred Space… after being boxed away in wooden containers… up high over many others… in a large and lonely warehouse.
It’ll be wonderful to be re-united. They’re a powerful healing energy. And always so eager to help.
Being involved with their creation from the very start revealed to me, again and again… the incredible magick on this Earth and within Life.
Then there’s all the gorgeous crystals… boxed up tightly in their protective containers.
I wonder if they spread their magick… even from those cramped wooden containers… stacked up high… surrounded by layers of stuff upon stuff.
I bet they did. Their presence is subtle… yet powerful in it’s influence.
It’s a part of that magick juice of Life.
I’m rambling on… I’m over tired. So much to attend to, organise… re-organise again.
Things change and move as they do.
It’s most certainly a time of new beginnings. Change is never easy… by the very nature of how we’re structured.
And these are MASSIVE changing times. And we just gotta jump into the stream.
Go with the flow. Trust Life. Celebrate.
Inviting the joy… pursuing it. Opening our doors wide… to love and care and kindness.
Being the amazing ‘Me’ ~ we are.
One short life… and man, what a ride.
Rest when it’s needed… that’s often. I’ve learnt a lot about that… and I continue to.
Living our Love.
Doing the very best we can.
Accepting when we can’t.
We’re human after all.
Much love to you… marilyn🩷🌸🩷
It’s been a while since I’ve written here… gave up Facebook and adopted Substack. All there, seemed to be praising it’s originality, simplicity and as a port for ‘good’ writers.
It is… at the same time… there’s the familiar space… that social media tends to generate.
I still find myself scrolling (in mindless moments) … albeit through some clever and talented folk’s expression.
But it’s still busy… and crowded. I want to run away… to some quiet space somewhere where I don’t feel overwhelmed with all the noise and activity.
Sigh… sensitivity.
The word sensitive… so often used it becomes lost in translation… losing its significance on our very real existence.
But the experience of it remains the same.
So it’s nice to come back to this quiet, still space… my own little space. I love the quiet, I really love the quiet… it’s my favourite thing.
Of course nothing is silent… in real life, that is… the heavenly sounds of existence so full in its expression. Like a heavenly choir of Angels… such fine voices… only heard by the most eager and hungry for that special essence of everything.
It’s been an extra wild time… buying a new home (from a less than nice vendor☹️)… the whole process. And this time buying with my son (house costs are extreme).
I’ve never bought with anyone before… and this is my 8th. Sounds a lot… but I moved on every 5-7yrs (the Gypsy blood).
And houses were soooo much cheaper then. Our current times are extreme… in almost every way.
Last week we had Alfred… first cyclone in these parts (Northern NSW)… in 50 years. They rarely happen here. Our ocean’s warming… sigh… climate change.
Then yesterday that motherfucker of a Blood Red Full Moon Solar Eclipse. Totally flattened me. Only off bed to get food and drink… etc.
I crashed. I’m familiar with the journey of these. Being an HSP (Highly Sensitive Perception)… and carrying the impacts of a nasty virus I had as a toddler.
My dear, wonderful, highly receptive nervous system… so focal in my journey through life.
It’s a Virgo Full Moon Solar Eclipse… opposite all that potent gathering in Pisces.
So much… tender stuff… coming up to be seen once again… and now finally let go of?? I dearly hope so.
There’s no time like now.
Our influences go back generations… we’re full of our ancestors… yet our path and dharma is our own.
Being Earth creatures… we get there step by step. It’s just sometimes we see the urgency up close and personal.
Some of this letting go has been carried for hundreds of years. Stamped so clearly in our DNA.
These are BIG times… change is no longer an option. It needs to happen now. For all of us.
Hitting you full and central.
Love to you… marilyn🌺🩷🌺
It was the 6th of June 2012. A special year of magickal manifestations.
Venus was crossing the Sun. It was getting a lot of press. I was eager to watch… I searched the house the night before… for a little piece of alfoil.
I didn’t buy it… but thought a piece may have come from somewhere. I wanted to create a home-made concoction so I could view the eclipse with my eyes.
Alas I found no alfoil… not even a skerrick. Somewhat disappointedly I said… ‘well, I’ll just have to feel it.’
Never imaging the panoramic show that would unfold… for my own personal viewing.
It was palpable… immediately colliding with my body.
As I walked out the kitchen door… onto the deck… the deafening silence… no bird sound.
Morning and no bird sound… Mahalia was bird paradise.
It was early still… 8am. Venus eclipsing Sun was scheduled around 11am.
The atmosphere was thick… I’m not sure I’ll ever find words to describe it. Maybe there aren’t any. But I can still see it… experience it inside me.
The glorious morning winter Sun was still fresh in the sky. My sun bed faced the rising sun. I lay down, horizontal… I wanted to absorb every particle.
The amazing silent air was radiating reverence. It was so powerful. The reverence was viscerally felt. This excitement… this honouring… this exalted presence.
‘It’s Venus’ … I said to myself… ‘they’re all awaiting the Goddess’. It was so palpable. The entire environment awaiting her arrival.
I stripped off… wanting to feel those potent Sun and Venus rays all over my skin.
The most extraordinary personal initiation. As these Venus drenched Sun rays absorbed into my skin… moving inside my body. It was Venus. She’d returned to my body. I saw… she’d been gone since I was 2yrs old.
I’m always amazed at what is possible to experience.
Life is truly holy🩷🩷🙏🏻🩷🩷
I can’t say I look forward to it… the early morning out the door. Confronting the crowds, not long after rising from my bed.
On the surface… like everything, it’s one thing… underneath another.
Everything is energy. And as an energy sensitive person… it’s a lot to take on.
On the surface… all those wonderfully fresh organic products… such a treat. The blueberry stall does a smashing trade. I’ve been eating a lot of them.
The fresh real/true free range eggs… the home made bread, yummy fresh croissants. The banana’s, best I’ve tasted. The banana king we have in these parts.
The coffee guy busy as always… I don’t drink it, but it always smells good.
Ahh the roses… freshly picked… yes, if on a budget flowers are a special treat. But so important to have around… they remind us of the magickal beauty that Mother Nature provides. You get to breathe it in right up close.
The baby brussel sprouts… what a treat they are. They often take me back to my London days… fresh out of Oz as an (unknowingly) innocent and sensitively vulnerable beautiful young girl. London… downtown Chelsea in the late sixties… what a production it was.
The market… it comes round quick. The familiar faces, both traders, acquaintances and friends. It’s the Northern Rivers, Byron Shire… so it holds that kind of vibe as well.
Seven years of keeping company (often close up and personal) with these folk… not long out of bed. Queuing at stalls. People close by… often intruding into my energy field. Was interesting through the pandemic… well, multi viruses still spread their wings.
Then there’s the roads… sigh. I don’t need to drive too far, but still enough to be reminded of the head space (or lack of) us humans carry around. Everything shows on the road. Mostly in a hurry. Wanting to get somewhere faster. Even through signs pleading for us to slow down… as we pass through koala home spaces.
But people have more important things to do it seems.
I don’t allow disillusionment to hang around too long. It hits me in the heart, when it’s close. But I quickly move on. Life’s too short.
But sure… life on planet Earth is paining right now. Imbiciles with mighty weapons, power and money. Playing god. Yeah it swells anger inside me… and also powerlessness. I wish I could do something about it. And commenting on social media… what’s the point?
So I do my best to recalibrate my nervous system… my wounded heart. My speechless voice.
I choose my life… I try… to live life consciously. It’s not always easy. I forget. Thankfully I have great guides around me that keep reminding me. Man, am I grateful for that.
So… whether the macro or the micro… the imbecile and maniacs killing and slaughtering life (the pinnacle of darkness). Or the impatient drivers on the road, unconsciousness spreading its nasty tentacles.
Market day is exhausting… for us sensitive souls.
Oh… I forgot about the parking… now that’s a trip.
Yes, all tiny things… in comparison to some.
But they all hold the same seed.
Hope your day feeds you with inspiration, love and hope.
Marilyn🌺🐸🌺
It’s helpful if there is… Life is supporting us… all the time😀😀… we never walk alone. We are surrounded by many and much… so much supports us.
We’re precious to someone.
So what’s right in front of us? We don’t need to go on a hunt. You can have an adventure right here, right now.
Today May 1st… honouring the ancient ceremony of Samhain for us here in the south. It’s luscious Beltane for our northern hemisphere friends. I’ve been feeling Beltane… and I thought ‘of course’… my grandparents are from the northern lands… my mother born here in Oz. I’m second generation Ozzie😊😊
It was interesting and lovely feeling the remembrance of Beltane alive in my body.
I know them both.
It’s such a potent Scorpio Full Moon Eclipse… Scorpio’s modern ruler Pluto is stationary retrograde right now. That’s a lot of power contained in one spot 😯. Pluto turns retrograde tomorrow morning here in Oz.
Pluto energy is strong. Plus Samhain holds a potent Pluto signature. We’ve got triple whammy’s going on… so much power for regeneration.
It goes deep. Remembering honour… love and care for our Self… lots of slow, sinking deep into the love.
Transforming into what? As we leave our old cloak on the flames… what new one do we choose?
May’s a pretty potent month… always is with it’s Scorpio Full Moon.
But this year we have Scorpio’s Full Moon as an eclipse… on the same day as Samhain here** on May 6th. That’s a powerful combo.
And with Scorpio’s modern ruler Pluto turning retrograde just days before… back in Aquarius. The last time Pluto was in Aquarius was 1778-1798… a significant time in our history.
We all have our own journey through life. These potent energies will work with you as they will. Certain parts of your life… calling for renewal.
Wishing you much love and happiness… Life really does wish that for us… 🌺🧡🌺
** Samhain/Beltane is traditionally celebrated April 30th/May 1st. The ‘real’ date is May 6th this year… as these cross-quarter celebrations are midpoints between Solstices and Equinoxes. Whose dates vary each year.
What a highly transformative time it is 🌺. Feels so creative and fun… stepping out. Stepping off the familiar road… having a go. A chance to do what you want. Lash out… fill yourself with you. Be all that you love to be… to surround yourself with.
Magickal Dark Moon time… the fertility. The immersion into the feminine… the Yin, in her sacred birthing ceremony… releasing the seed.
There’s a special magick in 2023… I saw it in the chart I did for the birth of 2023. There was such rich Goddess energy.
It’s a gift. During these times of dismantling… we are never abandoned. There’s always that care and love. So powerful they can be.
Be well. Be happy and prosperous😊 all the things that make you happy😊😊
One very precious life we have.
Much Love… Marilyn💗🐸💗
I’ve been feeling the restlessness… the name I give it… this agitation (or is readiness) to move forward.
Jeez… what a time it’s been. Those big ones are big when they’re happening… the resonance of which is often with you for a while. Then they move to the background a bit… the present flooding in.
I just remember what was being asked of me was hard… too hard. I’ll hopefully learn from that… one of my core values is never endangering myself.
I am way too precious.
And my life… is the most precious thing to me. And it’s not for sale… or bartering. It’s my sacred duty to learn the highest standards of love and care.
We’ve become very sloppy in this world we’ve created.
Man… is it due for an overhaul.
It’s been hot… hot right now. I remember this happening in March (here in Oz)… as March is traditionally first month of Autumn. I remember it often happening at this time… Summer coming on strong, reminding us that she’s not gone yet.
But who knows what the future holds.
I was thinking more extremes… then I thought of us, humans… and how we are on our home planet Earth… yes, extreme. Always wanting more.
The systems created by some of us… foster and encourage this toxic mindset.
Things are in flux.
I’ve been feeling that… viscerally in my body… things are shaking. Things are going to fall.
But we’re alive🐸🐝🐸
The big step this morning… I’d been craving an immersion in the glorious ocean. And it’s been so hot. This morning… my soft plan late yesterday… I would drive early down for a swim.
And I did😊
I have her still on my body😊
That was my first drive in over 3 weeks. Since the slip/fall (significantly injuring my knee)…
My tail bone area feels bruised from all the sitting/lying I’ve done.
I’ve been feeling myself ‘come back’… these last few days.
Then I thought ‘the shock’… I had moved out of it. I hadn’t thought of the shock component of the fall.
It activated so much. I’m pretty amazing… I have the power and gift of regeneration… but these last few months knocked me down.
But I get to do and focus on my favourite thing… Healing. I know it well.
Ooohh… potent time at present…moving into Dark of Moon. Always a Sacred Seeding.
And our Sun in balance… the powerful Autumn Equinox.
Pluto ready to step into Aquarius.
Being grounded in our precious Earth is good🌏
Happy and generous times… 🌺❤️🌺
Ps… As well as driving… taking myself somewhere by myself… I went to the beach by myself…
walked on the sand… soft and hard… went into the ocean. The ocean floor was heavily undulated. I didn’t go out far… played in the shallows… how wonderful it always is.
Another celebration for my knee… to navigate undulating ground while navigating the waves.
I’ve been fully trusting myself… I’m so much stronger in that. It’s so nice… she’s actually quite sensible and grounded🌺🌺
Marilyn’s Magick🌺 