Category: Cosmic Updates

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🌑

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… ❤️‍🔥🌏❤️‍🔥