Category: Cosmic Updates

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.

🧡🌺🧡

Can you feel it? The movement. The change… inside you. The distinct shift of your being. Are you standing in a different place?

Does it feel weird? Are you not quite sure where you are? Where you’ve come. Is it a little disorienting? Strange. Are you expecting to return to normal… anytime now. Are you just waiting? For it all to pass. When you’ll return to what you were and how it was. When everything’s familiar.

Where is this place? This in between world. Movement happening beyond your control… or direction, it seems. Top speed vehicle… moving at the speed of light. Yet you’re solid as rock in now…. although it’s cracking at the root.

Can someone tell me what’s going on?

As worlds spin and turn… while we stand still. While beings change… while you step through time in what’s seemingly… the same old way.

How do we perform? Pretend it’s all not happening… while worlds spin and turn… upside down, inside out. While times prepare for the funeral pyre… while others struggle to birth.

It’s an interesting time.

Living inside your self… watching the whole show unfold.

Scratching for any surface that doesn’t move… just need to get used to the motion sickness. Nothing like the nausea I used to get. Throwing up on Sunday drives… to see how the rest of them lived. Or promised dreams presented so exquisitely. All a facade. Crumbling into messy pieces. We just need to step carefully amidst the mess.

Surrendering to the shifting. We can fight it… of course. But that just seems to confuse even more.

Why pretend… that all’s the same. When the noise of deconstruction is battering our ears .

Yeah… it can be incredible exciting… an adventure we haven’t been on before. Where is it leading us… what unexplored territory is up ahead?

We’ve read the predictions… all kinds, all varieties. All the comments. All the know-it-alls. All the experts. Must be true if science said so. Nothing much changes over time. History repeats itself again and again.

Yet here we find our self. In this place that’s never been. Encompassing everything. Not just outside, you sit and view from your comfy chair. But the very depths and core of you.

Evolution on cosmic steroids I’d say.

Yep… it could be an exciting ride.

I’m not quite sure who I even am anymore.

But who cares… something exciting is not far now.

Just fasten your seat belts… and get ready for a ride.

Sunny Sunday here… 🧡🧚‍♀️🧡

We’re on the cusp of this powerful New Moon… emerging here (east coast Oz time) 10.07pm tomorrow night.

Dark of Moon (just before New Moon cycle births) are always the strongest. From my experience.

It’s a hard hitter, this New Moon sitting with Mars… lots of big boy planets infusing their energy. Then you don’t need astrology to inform you of the current vibe.

I’m amazed… truly curious, how people seem able to get on with business as usual. Like nothing’s changed.

I think some of us are just born odd… our brain’s work on a different wave length.

I tried to be normal… oh how I tried. Squeezed myself into the most acceptable of shapes. I succeeded… to a point; except I was miserable inside.

Not being one to give up the hunt… I’d will things to arrive; answers I sort… experiences I hungered for.

That ‘knock and the door will be opened’ certainly carries some truth.

Life as usual… how do people do it? To me it feels like lifetimes have passed. Everything’s completely changed. So many things seem so yesterday. And today no where to be seen .

So much is old hat. A lot just feels stale. Old ways repeated until they hold no living vibration. Dead and dulled… the sound alien to my ears.

Yeah some of us are just born that way. Looking at life through a different lens. We look the same… get a little closer and you’ll see the puzzled look and the wrinkled brow. Sometimes a winded gasp… and gasping belly sigh.

Some of us are just born that way.

They use to tell me how smart I was… made my parents promise they’d make sure I went the distance… set up in the system. I pulled the plug. None of it made sense to me. Very often put me to sleep… creating fertile ground for the rebel to rise.

Heaps of questions… seems no one could answer.

Searching, searching for something that made sense.

Something that carried some sign of life.

Not droning on… dead pages, repeated scripts. Yeah some of us are just born that way.

Now today, the drums roll… it’s arrived. I’m just tired. The onslaught of the stuff… god my nervous system’s about to give up the ghost. How much can a poor girl tolerate!

Do I have all the answers… of course I don’t.

From where I stand so much doesn’t make sense. Doesn’t feel right. The vibration is off. Doesn’t resonate inside me. It’s a one way street. And traffic’s getting horribly bogged.

Then I read something Telsa said… a deep belly sigh, a gasp of air. God… he would’ve understood, I’d murmur… wish he were here. He’d understand.

Some of us are just born that way. We’re odd. We toddle along… finding spaces to be. It gets lonely being weird.

Some of us are just born that way.

This New Moon birthing is vibrating with strength. Our world’s spinning… so much in movement. Crisis points… as life goes on as normal. A1’s are already here.

Old stuff keeps repeating… it’s getting pretty boring.

It’s not just what we think… but what we feel.

Some of us are just born that way.

🥸😘🥸

It’s not easy allowing things to just be. Because we rub up against each other… causing a friction, some response or reaction.

I lay in bed last night attempting to sleep… my frightened and panicking little girl could not be quietened.

I tried the things I do… still no success. I did some tapping… it’s worked for me before. But what came out ~ the words from my mouth ~ were incredibly revealing.

I became aware of latent trauma in action.

It’s easy to be harsh… expect more of our self. Rise the bar of what will be tolerated. What is acceptable. What makes ‘sense’. Our small child whimpers and cries… but mostly we’re unconscious of her presence.

Our child that lives inside of us.

Much of the time I’m completely unaware of the internal triggers that are causing the freakout… the response, the reaction. The outside events that cannot be reasoned away… or distanced from, to demonstrate clear and common sense. Clear and logical thinking.

No… nothing so superfical will quieten her when she’s awakened .

We live in a world connected to so many things. People, places, rules and regulations. Leaders, workers ~ all in between. Relationship is a constant state of being. We have a relationship with everything. Our interaction, our relationship, our connection to this ‘thing’ (whatever it is) creates an impact… which affects us in a most own unique and personal way.

There is no one size fits all.

Relationship is our greatest teacher. The opening of a door on a deeper level inside us.

I’m trauma aware… both in my personal life and in my training and ‘work’. I’m energy sensitive… so I can often feel it and see it. I am not a trauma expert. But I have considerable experience within it.

Past events don’t disappear. Never really go away. They’re a building block of our very structure. A melody that plays through our aura. A light, a colour. A shape. A personality.

There are techniques, ways of approaching that can lessen the charge created by these lingering events, now lodged in the physical. And some can be very impactful. But some level of that memory, that reliving, that tender part of me will always be there.

Learning to Love myself, truly love myself… more and more deeply, has been a lifetime journey. An (often) unconscious mission. But one I’ve become more consciously aware of these last few years.

We move in degrees… the more conscious we are of what we want, who we are and where we desire to be… can facilitate this leap in awareness and state of being.

Charges to our traumatic pieces (lodged in our physical body) hurt when they are activated. It’s like some part of me is right back there… experiencing it all.

Often the signature of these unconscious repeating events… is their intensity. It’s as if my very life is threatened… that I’m facing annihilation. All the alarms are screaming.

We all carry trauma ~ psychological, physical and emotional memories, to various degrees of intensity.

The passage of time we as a global community are currently walking through (in some manner or another) is highly activating. And can and is reactivating many things in many people.

We need kindness and love. Understanding. True intelligence. Compassion. Care.

Not swords and blood and wars. Judgements and separations. And please lighten up on the sarcasm… ‘the lowest form of wit’. A bugbear of mine😠

I’d not visited the place I went last night. Amidst the screaming, the pleading alarms, the intensity of response… that level of captivity, I clearly saw why. I saw the bleeding scar… the depth of the vulnerability. The sweet and oh so deeply tender, delicate and priceless vulnerability.

The wound, the shock, the confusion… replaying, reconnecting to times before. Other events. Stamped clearly. Solidly weaved in the framework of my mortal existence.

Doesn’t mean I can’t be happy… of course. But I can become aware of the deeper layers of my self. I can see and understand the presence of my vulnerability. Learning to be even more kind… deeply kind, to my self. To love my self like I never have.

I believe that’s a lifetime mission.

Give myself time… give myself space. Get all the love where and when I can. Store myself up with mountains of Light and Love.

Globally we’re not out of the woods. Seems ‘things’ are still heating up… becoming bigger, more. I sense there’s much on the horizon. On many levels.

There’s no way of escaping it… at least not physically. We all Iive here on Earth. It’s probably a great time to store up and gather all our internal resources. Make it a priority during this passage.

I’ve been feeling for a while and saying it often. ‘I think things are going to happen a lot faster than we’ve expecting’.

I’m no expert… on anything. I mean what does an ‘expert’ even mean? When I was young I thought about the word intelligence a lot. I heard the word spoken a lot. I was called intelligent. I looked at others that were called intelligent. And something didn’t gel. Didn’t fit. From where I was standing, what I was seeing the things that were being labeled ‘intelligent’ didn’t look intelligent to me at all.

I never really did get to the bottom of it (logically that is😃)… except to sense that real intelligence was more connected to wisdom. Connected to knowing. Not just the repeating of things we read and learn… other people’s words (not our own). Our own knowing can never be disputed.

It’s a vital part of our self we’ve lost touch with. It’s truly time for a revival.

Trauma. Love. Compassion. Tenderness. Vulnerability. Caring. Kindness.

Moving to another level of being human.

Much love 💜🧖‍♀️💜

The cuts are deep… ravaging my skin, cutting open revealing the grief.

It’s stored, its held… it’s tender, it’s hard.

Opening the gates to feeling… brave soul you are. Monstrous waves washing all clean. If you make it out alive.

Words are hard to find… they rise up in sensations. My body guides me… the only voice I understand.

The rest confuses me. What I see and what I hear don’t often meet.

The cuts are deep… bloody, sore. Depths of pain rocking me to sleep. Some I need to keep afar… not brave enough to come face to face just yet.

Then there are moments… out of the blue, or is the galactic pool of wisdom… they descend.

Mind’s blown by what appears.

The only me I know… is the one deep inside me. All the rest… like a slide show reel of passing movement… was once and are no more.

Yet I breathe… I’m still here. Miracles happening every day.

The cuts are deep… am I brave enough to allow? To face the grief, the sorrow. To love myself through the confusion.

As lifetimes pass… all shapes and sizes. Different faces. A multitude of places. Moments pass… days, weeks, months, years. A lifetime. I’m here… I breathe.

The cuts are deep… do they have a purpose?

What do they reveal? The spark of truth that keeps me sane.

The cuts are deep… they move me to a place unknown, unfamiliar… yet me inside there all the time.

I let go and I am taken.

I am strong… the cuts will heal. I never forget myself… never ever.

I never surrender what I know… as solid as the ground I walk on.

I pull on courage from all my helpers.

🧡🌺🧡

The waters have calmed. Boy… what a tumultuous storm that was. Pisces is a best’est mate of mine… I carry lots of her inside me. Pisces Full Moons have always been my favourite. Moon light magick trysts… into the magickal lands behind the veil.

I know these lands. They’re there. They’re real… just hidden from sight. At least our physical awareness… matter is but energy after all.

The stillness is remarkable after the violence of the storm. The flooding of our emotional bodies… was intense and excessive. The sheer power of that volcanic underworld force.

My body raged… it hurt, it struggled. It went deep. It reacted, it responded… felt the totality: of the grief, the anger, the rage. The shock… the injustice.

What have we become?

Today the storm has passed.

My sensory perceptions are deepening. I need to cultivate the strength to welcome them all. Love and invite them all into the royal chamber of my heart.

Not just shore sitting… watching from a safe distance. Holding the barriers. Creating reason. Squeezing things into an acceptable form.

These Full Moons are getting stronger… everything is. Or is it us… is it me? Are we shifting at a truly rapid speed.

Looking back over the months… everything’s illuminated. Each day’s been significant… each journey momentous. Deeply rich in colour and texture. New narratives descending… momentary and continual awakenings.

Each individual journey moving so fast. Entering the blackness, the dark of the tunnel… pulled, pushed, shoved… wounded and bloody. A violent interaction. Then catapulted… spit out the other side. A different you.

The speed of transformation is enormous. Everything’s getting faster and faster. It’s extraordinary what’s happening.

These times are wild… for sure.

And sometimes it’s just hard.

Hard to witness… the inhumanity. The destruction. The lies. The manipulation. All the stuff.

I remind myself… adjust my focus. Be the Faerie child I am… frolic in the magick. Know the reality. Never forget what’s true and real.

Yet being present now. And playing my part.

Allowing and loving all of me… every face, every purpose, every personality. They all have a sacred task.

No not schizophrenia… we have multiple faces, multiple personality strands. Full flows of emotions… the rivers, lakes and estuaries in our emotional bodies. All having their purpose and their need to express.

Demanding space to live and love.

We’re not just one thing… we’re many. We can love and live within them all.

Feelings and emotions are sacred messengers. They’re asking us to listen, to pay attention. The supreme wisdom of our glorious human body is one we’ve still yet to truly understand. The art of this was buried long ago.

The depth and wisdom and presence of our internal waters. Pisces welcomes us into this deep and unexplainable world.

Trusting in me… loving myself is imperative. Everything begins here.

It’s difficult out there at present… lots of cries for help.

There’s NEVER a reason to surrender our humanity. Never. That’s something we can never do… without dire and catastrophic consequences.

The emotional storm has passed… at least for now.

Celebrating strength.

Strength always sees us safe to the other side.

Much Love to you 🧡🌺🧡

My second play in the waves… in two days😃😃😃

Weather’s warming… Spring’s here. Summer’s usually close on her heels.

The ocean is turbulent… has been for a while. The winds stirring things up… and we’re building to a full moon. In Pisces no less… Pisces ruler Neptune, King of the Oceans.

I have a healthy respect for the ocean… especially knowing what its like to be pulled out in a rip. Ocean is powerful… not one to fool around with. S/he welcomes us… loves us to be with her; play and absorb her extraordinary healing magick.

After a generous frolicking… being careful of those tugs that like to pull… I returned to shore. The wind not so gusty today… I lay out my towel and gave over my body to Sun’s magick healing rays.

I don’t ‘sunbathe’ a lot these days… have done in previous years. I take a bit more care of my skin.

But lying there this morning, and yesterday… feeling the powerful vibration of Ocean rumble into my body… absorbed through my back as I lay directly on the sand.

I felt the power of it… the sheer primordial power. Ocean said that to me once. I’d asked long enough. Was when I first moved to where I’m living. I’d had a ‘call’… asking me to come. It was real alright. Ocean called me. I had no idea why… except of course for the surface reason of relaxing on the beach and swimming in the ocean. A great way to recover from the mammoth move from my property.

For about the first year here in the cabin… snuggled into the mangroves off Simpson’s Creek… I would go down for dawn on the South Wall (where Brunswick River comes in from the ocean)… and I’d ask. Every day I would ask… ‘why am I here?’

There was never a reply. I figured ocean doesn’t waste many words. He/She is not a big talker (from my experience). Well at least in English😃😃

Then one day. And it hadn’t been the same old question… ‘why am I here?’ It was a different expression. I’d asked how I could help to heal the oceans. You know all the plastic and god knows what else dumped in there.

Ocean was quick to respond. The first time… down there on the wall, after all my questioning.

‘It’s humans who need to heal… you don’t realise how powerful we are’.

Short and sweet.

Lying there with my bare back on the sand… absorbing the warmth, the presence, the softness. I noticed… I was also absorbing these powerful vibrations… the ocean coming up from underneath me. I pulled the power into my body. Asked for its strength. Requested the ability to absorb from nature all I need to be strong and vital.

It’s all around us… this healing magick.

It’s a crazy time here on Earth at present… nothing to do with Earth or her millions of creatures. Just us humans. Why do we make a mess of things?

Yes, yes… the last days (years etc) of what some call patriarchy… the capitalistic profit before people, the complete disconnection from the natural world. The greed. The lust for power and control.

This is where it’s taken us folks.

And the big weather changes haven’t even started yet.

But sigh… my vote goes for Love and Light.

The two most powerful in the entire galaxy of galaxy of galaxies. Well maybe they’re the same thing.

That one Great Power… Great Spirit. I thank you.

🧡🧚‍♀️🧡