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I missed the dawn this morning… had a long much needed sleep. Up just in time to watch the golden glow from my window. I had planned to go… but sleep was good.

It’s hard to know what’s what… what’s the ’cause’, the stimulation that’s provoking a response in you.

There’s the weather, the seasonal cycles, the environment, the community you’re surrounded by. The wifi interference, your own biorhythms. Your daily habits and actions… the food you eat. The substances you consume. What you open yourself to. The outside world you take in. The collective vibe… where we are as a multitude of species living here on Earth. The galactic contribution. The constant movement, interaction and relationship with everything.

Governments, rules and regulations, authority, the maze of things crowding us, bidding for our attention. Stealing bites… bit by bit.

There’s our memories, our current problems. There’s life and death going on around us all the time. There’s lies, there’s promises, there’s cons and deceptions. There’s a whole lot of stuff.

There’s what appears like insanity… bizarreness in extreme. There’s a whole soup of things. There’s Barnaby Joyce… there’s Telstra. Oops 🙈🙉🙊 There’s the whole circus there.

But strangely… very strangely for me, I feel detached.

I just shake my head… how bizarre can it get? Seems there’s no limit.

Oh yeah… there’s the Virus thing.

Detachment was never one of my strong points. I’m a merger. My energetic boundaries are super porous. I’m a feeler. It’s hard to separate me from everything. I don’t feel walls… there’s just open space. No walls out there.

Yes overwhelm’s a thing…. why I spend so much time alone.

Detachment I used to covet. Friends with Moon in Aquarius (for example)… enchanted me. The distance so natural for them, the emotional detachment… fascinating to observe.

It’s a more recent thing… this sense of detachment. Probably a part of the whole unfolding and shifts within me. Giving time and space for processing and integration. I’ve recently experienced integration at a whole new level.

I know I’m lucky to have lazy days. I feel grateful for the way I’ve structured my life.

I’ve done things… lots of things. Created things, built things, studied things, achieved things… improved things. Made things beautiful. I’ve contributed, I’ve shared. I’ve had a go. I’ve kept turning up. I’ve taken risks. I’ve stepped close to the edge. I’ve accomplished. I’ve committed to following my inner voice… she’s never lead me astray. She has such an alluring presence.

I’ve learned to trust… it’s taken a lifetime. I trust the magick I see and hear. I’m led internally. I guess that’s natural for an intuitive… but I’ve been willing, I’ve surrendered. I’ve let go… I’ve trusted the generosity. I’ve walked away from ‘having it all’… honouring the call. I trusted the Force… that invisible direction that’s always whispering. Sometimes insisting.

And I’ve done it all for most of my life. I’m proud of myself for that.

Feels like an ocean of movement currently happening… yet encased within this swirling mass of energetic presence is stillness. Moving deeper into its core.

It’s Winter here in the Southern Hemisphere… perfect time for returning to the cave. Warming yourself by the fire. Allowing the dark to nourish you… time for renewal. Creating space for the seeds of new life. Allowing time… having patience. Trusting the process.

Letting go of striving. Releasing the emergency… I’m grateful for just a taste of it. I’m super grateful for letting go even just a bit.

🐢🌷🐢

I felt heavy… sitting in my usual place, my favourite orange stool. So much time been spent with ‘her’ pen in hand, hands on keys. As the years keep slipping by. Where do they go?

Dreams again… of a different sort filled my sleep.

No traumatic scenes… but a niggling sense, of not being good enough. Not really part of the team.

The heaviness was in a different field… these were watery, sluggish, weighty, voluminous. Felt like muddy patches being scraped off rocks, piles of stuff lifted from their settled place.

There’s movement… a lot of it. Seems even more when you stop.

We’re used to running… seems faster as the years move past. Our world gets speedier, more to accomplish. More robbing our time. More thieving from us.

We continue running around the wheel. Like rats in a laboratory.

Going where? Still in a cage.

Got a bit detoured there… my mind can take me lots of places.

It’s an unravelling. A washing away. Their hold has been loosened, they’re not hanging on so tight.

They’ve prepared themselves… they heard the gong… they knew it was coming. Time to go. Time to let go… time always arrives.

So the darkness, the heaviness… weighting one of my fields. It’s not the physical… that’s clear to see. Even thou left unchecked it can quickly move over to that.

It’s in my emotional field.

God knows how long some of that’s been there.

I get visions of times way past.

We look around and here we are… yes that’s true. Yet dig a little deeper… and you’ll find, you’re in lots of places. All at the one time.

What’s been created is never destroyed… it just sits in there. Finds itself a place to rest. Overtime it calcifies. Becomes a part of everything.

Then the digging starts… man, are you sure you want to do this?

You never know what you’ll find. Can have no idea what’s hidden under there.

Yeah… body won’t go back… it’s stuck in now. But other parts of you can. And they do.

So there’s a whole lot of releasing happening inside… can almost see it floating away.

It’s dark, it’s gloomy… deep dark places. Globs of substance ready to depart.

You think our machines are complex? Man ~ they’re nothing compared to the human body. That’s a miracle, a mind-blasting piece of genius.

And one lifetime is just not long enough… to really get the gist of it.

Day 6 of Stop… who would’ve known it had so much activity.

And it’s Winter Solstice… said to be the most Feminine time of the year. It’s the time of Dark. The fertility and magick of the Sacred Womb.

The crossing the river into new lands. The leaving behind. The courage to find. The pull of the light… takes you across. Magick worlds are beckoning you.

Crossing the river… while standing still.

The darkness of death… followed by rebirth.

Wishing you the most Sacred Solstice… we’d have no life on Earth without Sun.

Wishing you Love 🌷🧖‍♀️🌷

Day five… of ‘stopping’. Yesterday I rarely left my bed. The tiredness descended… felt super heavy. Hard to keep my eyelids lifted. And it was such a gorgeous day… those perfect winter days here in the north (NSW OZ). Maximum 20… the breeze still carrying the chill from the snowfields. The Sun deliciously warm. Sky ~ our perfect Ozzie Blue.

But I needed to be horizontal on my bed. I viewed it all from my generous bay window.

There’s a bit happening in the galactic field… our planetary neighbours. Sun slowing down preparing to ‘reverse’… head up north. Winter Solstice tomorrow. These next few days while Moon moods in sexy deep magnetic Scorpio… there’s an increase in planetary activity.

Jupiter ~ great Zeus, King of the Gods… Neptune ~ Magickal Mystery Tour guide… and our dear familiar heady trickster friend Mercury all changing direction.

Nothing moves or changes in isolation.

Feels like things are unravelling. Things inside me. My focus has become more internal, insular. As I am, thus is my world.

Night before last… delivering me into that super heavy exhausted space yesterday… I had a strange dream. I was witnessing a traumatic event… a woman and her baby being hunted by a predatory male.

But there was some distance… my body wasn’t activated, experiencing all the emotions. It was as if I was witnessing it. It was close, but not directly impacting me.

I’d wake from time to time during the dream. When I did there was this strange sense of detachment from what I’d witnessed. My body wasn’t sounding the alarm… activating my flight and fight. The hormonal chemicals weren’t surging through my body. And there was the strangest sense of ticking something off. Ticking a box.

I’d go back to sleep and return to the dream.

The dream didn’t grab me and make me a part of it… didn’t activate my organs, send alarm signals in my brain. When I woke and finally got up I just felt exhausted. Super heavy. Hence the whole day in bed.

I tried figuring it out… with the limited mental energy available. It was a mystery at first. I just didn’t get it… yet it felt significant. As it settled more… I saw something more clearly.

I’d spent the last five weeks… ticking off boxes (finishing my Tantra Major).

I’d been doing tons of practices, heaps of couple coaching… and ticking off boxes.

The dream… the traumatic event I witnessed, the woman and her baby, the predator… witnessed yet from a distance. This was something rising up from inside me.

I don’t need to know where. Or who. Or How. Like bubbles releasing, matter unfolding, energetic masses dispersing… you get a glimpse of them as they materialise for just a second. Before they head off to reunite back to energy source.

We carry a lot inside us. Maybe that’s why we like to keep busy. You know how it feels when you stop. Stopping for just a few minutes. I feel it each time I sit down to do yoga. It comes rising up…. whatever I’m feeling underneath it all. It’s often surprising.

Giving the space to unravel. Allowing time to wind down. Allowing the process to do what it needs to do. Allowing the integration… creating space for the new to rise.

Life’s a magickal thing… it really is. And way more multi-dimensional that we ever consider.

Down at dawn this morning… I remember as I often do… the day Ocean came up to my front door… and the journey that flowed from that. I watched it as it slid smoothly over the tops of the mountains. In front of my open front door it stood… beckoning me, instructing me to come.

Five years… and significant years they’ve been. They always are. But these last five years for me have taken me closer into my Crone years. A whole new chapter.

It was the Spirit of Ocean of course… not the water itself. That’s how it is being me… I see energy. I’m trained in it…. but it’s also a natural gift. An inherited trait.

Seeing energy as if it’s taken a form is possible. It happens. We’re young in our collective evolution… and the use and awareness of our natural abilities as a human being.

I’ve had a lifetime of learning about trusting… I wasn’t a willing student. As I’ve often shared… I called myself ‘Doubting Thomas’ for years. I had heightened senses… saw and heard things that made no sense in the ‘real world’. How do you explain them? How are they possible?

My therapist/psychologist gave a pyschologist’s explanation… really helped my left brain settle. ‘Analytic personalities are often clairaudient and clairvoyant’ she said. Well… I sighed, it’s normal.

Ocean called I came… it’s four and a half years… nearly five by the time I leave here.

Why was I called? Not sure I’ll ever know the depths of it. Be able to put it away in a neatly filed box.

I’m not who I was when I came… I’m five years older. I’ve shifted. I’ve changed. I’ve come home more to myself.

I took the Tantra journey. I went back, relived things. I went to the familiar edge… my body struggled dealing with it all. I studied, I committed, I showed up day after day after day. Did thousands of practices. Well it felt like that.

I bought my first sex toys. A requirement for our training😃.

I learned to love myself more.

I slowed down even more.

I read heaps of novels… I watched lots of series on Iview and SBS.

I rode my bike to magickal places. Brunswick Heads has a lot of them. Of course they’re everywhere.

Winding down… feeling it all. Giving space… and Time (my precious time)… to honour the process. New life evolving.

I was willing… I love that about myself. I’m quietly driven… for myself. For my internal evolution, my internal truth. I’m committed. I’m curious… I keep going. I’m hungry for life.

The Healing Journey is a big part of me. I started early. It’s been a major focus.

I’m not keen on the spotlight… don’t like bright lights… I luv my cave. I rest in solitude… feeling a part of everything. Communing with Life… feeling its majesty… it’s closeness, it’s intimacy. It’s never ceasing love and care.

One life is short. Not enough to understand and meet it all. We have the time we do… to get on with it. Precious moments that keep slipping by.

So many distractions… so much mediocrity. So much blah blah.

Underneath… the magnificence. The bounty. The treasure.

Tomorrow (down here) we say bye bye to Sun for a while… as he focuses his radiant strength on our friends up north. We settle in by the fire… ponder, remember, slow down. Digest all that’s past.

Our peak times of activity are moving away… for us southern folk. We’re being welcomed into the bosom of our cave. Our cave… our sacred space.

Life activity continues… especially in our modern worlds… while the cycles of life continue their rhythm. Repeating… yet never being the same.

It feels magickal to be in flow… really feel a part of it.

Day five… looking like another on my bed. My body feels weighty. Going to have to cancel that invitation… don’t have energy to spare, to share with others.

lotsa love…. 💋🧖‍♀️💋

Day two of stopping… it takes some getting use to. So used we are of moving… from one spot to another. Gathering, building… arriving somewhere. Yet when we stop we’re still moving … sometimes over greater distances. We just can’t see it.

‘Integration’ the word we use in my coaching world… whatever gets stirred, uncovered, revealed, newly discovered… opened new spaces need time to be assimilated into the status quo.

Body moves slower than mind.

I know that from my years of Energy Medicine… Body moves at a slower pace, its vibration’s more dense. It’s heavier… it’s solid, it’s matter. Mind can travel at the speed of light… here there and everywhere in the blink of an eye. Well almost.

I’ve moved on. I get glimpses of it from time to time. New avenues, new spaces. They need time to get themselves all here.

Daily it seems…. what use to have significance, seems so old. Out of date…. Sooo yesterday.

Even my learning. I’ve taken in words, ideas and concepts of others, I’ve been taken into a world of their seeing. Captured some of their wisdom. And lots of their beliefs.

In a student state… you’re open. A relatively empty container to be filled. So you drink it all up.

Some things illuminate… others get stuck, they grate… their resonance out of kilter. They don’t flow in your stream. You stay open… you notice. You make note.

Days, weeks, years… you’ve taken in so much stuff… Becoming an ‘Expert’.

How important is that free space after it all?

That interlude of time where there’s only you. You and yours. Where you can sort the wheat from the shaft… very Virgo (my Sun).

All the learning needs to sit around you, not take you over… be an adjunct to who you already are… everything you’ve crafted on your life journey.

The new learning is not meant to wipe you out… create a carbon copy. There are way too many of those.

Boring, boring… all the Carbon Copies. Like a stuck record. Gets old quick. Sticking to the ‘tried and true’. Well if nothing else these last 18mths have shown us super clearly… that ‘TRUTH’ is an illusive concept.

Is there any such thing?

Maybe it’s buried so deep… we don’t see it.

Hidden within our flesh, blood and bones.

Comforted and coddled in our Sacred Spaces.

Illuminated by Breath itself.

Our saviour… our redemption.

I’m sitting by Simpson’s Creek… it’s gloriously warm in the Sun. It’s mid-winter here. Only 3 days to the Winter Solstice. My favourite💋💋

The naughty Turkeys race around the muddy mangroves…. tides moving out. Squabbling, having words.

Raven friends add their raspy gravelly words… add their two bobs worth*.

The mangroves are a constant source of companionship, activity and presence. Oh yes… and Magick.

I’ve done some washing, carried an overflowing recycle container to the bin (weeks worth😯)… clean sheets, airing all the added winter blankets. Sweeping and mopping. Cleaning’s good.

Creating space to find myself again.

The process and the choice… and the resulting form, is always mine to conjure.

Tides moving back to kiss the ocean. What an incredible process to witness each and every day.

Claim it all… it’s waiting for you … marilyn💋❤️💋

• ‘Adding their two bobs worth’ ~ an Aussie colloquialism meaning ‘ adding their opinion… for whatever it’s worth’

I’m just about functioning ~ promised myself a month off. Today’s the first day. I’m in a strange and new place. The exhaustion’s familiar… the come to a stop. But the place I’m in within and between… is new.

It’s kinda low… ’cause exhaustion is weighty, it pulls you down. Gravity force is strong.

At the same time… there’s this elevation, clear skies and more light. It’s clear up here.

Don’t think I’ve been here before.

Every day is new, every moment.. Life’s extraordinary like that. Her expansive creativity never needs to repeat. Every moment original. Just imagine the scope!!

The moment may be brand new, but the files and tapes we carry, broadcasting constantly… are old. Really old.

So we’re kinda here… but not. Living some time else.

This new space ~ feels elevated. Heavy and Light both at the same time.

It’s new.

It feels free… unchained.

I’ve arrived somewhere new.

Been travelling. Covering ground. Though you never really know where you’ll arrive at.

Life is fun and creative like that.

I sent off the last Major (yesterday)… last dragging bit of the Coaching training.

This was a BIG crossing… I could feel it.

The old Terror was activated.

I didn’t know if I could do it. This last bit seemed insurmountable.

It was full of so much… the ‘old stuff’. The old terror was being stirred.

Almost walked away. I’d completed and graduated from all the rest of the training… I didn’t need to do this.

Then old Warrior Marilyn surfaced (brings back many memories)… she’s been around for a long time. Since way back when. I remember. Some amazing scrapes she’s got me out of.

I forget her… caught up in the heavy weights. The wounds and bruises. The Loss… man can they weigh heavy. Then out of the blue she arrives… her will is forged in steel. She’s not letting go. You can’t budge her.

I’m so glad I have her. Man… have I needed her. I desire to remember her more.

With that will of steel… unfortunately, temperance can slip. Super focused on what needs to be done. Poor body gets dragged along.

It was more than the body this time… more than pushing her too hard. It was the territories I crossed… the lands I navigated. The invisible barriers I had to cross. Uncovering stuff buried super deep. Never meant to be uncovered. Hard territory.

‘I did it’… I wrote, accompanying my graduation material. I did it… but way more than was included in those words, pages and audio.

I’m in a new place.

My body, mind, emotional bodies are tired… very tired. I’m giving myself a month. I hope I can honour that. Not get tempted back into the fray.

Next is the moving… the offer on my cabin. Not even sure where to start with that.

Who do I need to help me with that?

We’re heading toward my favourite Ritualistic Celebration of the year… the Winter Solstice.

Have a happy life… seek love and peace and luscious nurturing.

marilyn💋🌷💋

Each step is a success. Each moment we caress our breath… we have achieved the ultimate gift. We’re alive.

Yeah… easy to become distracted from that miracle happening each and every moment. I know about distractions… me and them intimately entwined.

Moving away… creating some distance. Allowing, letting go… having patience with Telstra. Oops… did I say that? Frustrations reaching epic proportions… seeming like mountains… Everest couldn’t compare. Confusion, chaos… how can things possible be so bad? At least completely dysfunctional?

I’m pretty ‘bright’… yet I’ve never been able to work it out.

I get caught in the net… each and every time. I start holding tight to my breath… doesn’t take long before the ends are ragged… and that holding seems lost forever.

How can anything be so chaotic? Yeah… welcome to the world we live in.

Progress… well we left that behind some time ago. A world of make-believe… whimsical forms enticing… calling your name. The most perfect form has you salivating… those machines are good at pretend.

Get up close… the bubble bursts. You can hear their evil laugh echoing as you crawl away. Shoulders limping, heart in tears, body shaking with the anger… been tricked again. Why do you believe?

Why do you think they will meet you half way? Haven’t you learned? ‘It’s not that’ you whimper… ‘I believe if Faerie tales’… you know the true kind. The ones you’ve carried in your heart since… well, forever.

The blue skies… the warm and nurturing Sun. The garden thriving… each and every one of them. No one is missed, none are left behind. The great arms of the Mother holds all to her massive breasts. She knows how to nurture… she’s not a carbon cut out. A mechanical production… good, yeah. Then you walk up close… and poof it all disappears.

How do we get tricked? Aren’t we smart? What happened… how did it get to this. Make believe on every corner, shining from billboards, calling your name. Their approach keeps getting refined… purer purer (well in their minds), nearer, nearer… they follow you around. Every single moment haunted, reminded… to whom you really belong.

Metal chords… silicone breasts… we’ll never get any nutrients from them. Pretend pretend… it’s perfected each and every second.

As we meander, sleep walking… over the cliff.

No… they’re not coming to collect our crushed and bloody body. Haven’t you clicked… they’re not here for you. They just want what they can steal.

I glance beyond the long glass doors… the magick colour of the river, an indescribable colour. So pure, so clear, so clean, so perfect… gently flows filling the creek. Renewing the mangroves… bringing life, feeding them all. A paddler glides through the perfection. A perfection unimaginable. What magick… real, true magick is here, happening all the time. Beneath, below, beside all the make belief.

We have a choice… even when we think we don’t. What do we choose?

The sand is moving quickly through the glass. Our time is limited here. What will we create? How do we choose to live our life? These questions are important now. Really really important. We’re at a crossing… and our way forward has never been so important.

Immerse ourselves in make-believe… or dare to face what’s true?

I can tell you for sure… MAGICK IS REAL… and it’s happening RIGHT NOW. Connect and know it to be true.

Marilyn💋❤️‍🔥💋

This creatively inspired vision of my ‘New Home’ … was done by my friend Ellen Clarke

I’m starting a new chapter here… finally got some instructions and help with navigating the new system… I often don’t understand why things are changed that are working perfectly fine🤔. I find these new changes awkward, with less flow. Basically I don’t like them. I’m trying to get used to them. See how it goes.

In fact it’s a pain in the butt… I’ll need to get more help🖐.

But the drop in here was to say the site is being rebirthed. There’s at least space to keep blogging. I’ve wanted to get back for ages. Its different writing on FB. It feels like I’m more in my home space here, not out there in the huge marketplace. So looking forward to reaching out with more blogs… and bit by bit a new chapter for magickloveandhealing❤️

I’m a Virgo👱‍♀️… so healing’s my thing. I have the dual natured Gemini Ascending my chart… providing me with my chart ‘Ruler’ Hermes. Magickal Hermes. Mercury the swift moving messenger. Gemini’s like to write, communicate, connect, learn… and think👩‍⚕️(excessively at times).

My Moon’s in Capricorn… so my moods can get serious. I’ve learned to love melancholy retropectives. I’m quietly ambitious… but really more adventurist.

I’m said to have Gypsy blood. Maybe that’s why I get the urge to move every few years… new lands call . One short life to do it all. And that sand keeps pouring on through the glass.

Reaching the seventies (‘sacred seventies’ I call them) has been a whole new adventure. I’m adjusting to the new space. Having Gemini be such a strong and present, constant influence in my life. Peter Pan, who never grows old, the eternal youth. Gemini lives in youthful… ’cause s/he’s constantly curious and wanting to learn new things. S/he wants to be engaged, connected. Gemini’s house on the zodiac wheel is the 3rd. The 3rd house represents communication, writing, learning, siblings… local community. Gemini has a natural feel for community.

I’ve started writing (words/1st book) every morning… doing yoga… my mind’s feeling clearer, consistent. Considering I’m a moving space. I might write more about that later. Moving home is big for everyone, it’s said. For me it carries some tender deep roots. My early childhood sudden separation from my home and family… for a whole year. It’s only these last few years, doing the training, living in my cabin in the mangroves… ocean just over the trees that those deeper wounds felt safe enough to rise. Been a hell of a few years.

So moving. Moving from my home, is extra tender for me. And all that it entails. What I’ve become aware of this last little while is I’m moving through my pulling away stage. I have to let go to move on. I have to say goodbye… there’s so much uncertainty.

And the sadness… saying good bye to the magroves, the whales, those morning sunrises on the beach. The luscious water… my dear friend Neptune. He’s another major influence in my life. Letting go is tender. Even when you choose to go… the letting go process needs to happen.

And if you’ve fallen in love with them… grown close to them. In intimate connection with them. They’ve filled you. They’ve loved you. They’re always been there for you. To move away you have to let go. I’m in that stage I think. I’ve been needing to go slow… and be tender with myself.

This was going to be short hello… no such thing for Gemini😃Let’s see how this new chapter unfolds, and how it’ll be reflected in my home space online here at… magickloveandhealing❤️

It’s been super wet here (northern nsw)… you’ve probably heard about it. It’s current news here in Oz. No flooding near me, I’m cosy, safe and warm. We might see Sun again end of week. Been a Big Wet time.

Much love to you… 💚👱‍♀️💚

Wednesday ~ Day of Mercury, July 22nd 2020

Unravelling the presence of our galactic resonance.   Mercury’s travelling through (sign) Cancer and is presently meeting up with (asteroid) Diana in a rather discordant and activating manner.

In astrology we call it a ‘square’.  Relationships between planets are measured in mathematical degrees… and using our knowledge of geometry … certain degrees create different shapes… which results in a unique resonance and presence.   Creating a different relationship with everything around it.

To astrology fans… we could just say Mercury is squaring Diana.

Coincidentally… of which my Father constantly chanted ‘there’s no such thing…’, I’ve been thinking quite a bit about Diana.  And was excited to add to her generous list of titles… the Goddess of Solitude and Silence.

For your interest (or not)… a square aspect (imagine a square shape) creates tension.  It comes to you at a 90 degree angle… a sharp approach out of the blue, you could say.  Kinda like side swipes you!

So in astrology we say a square aspect challenges you; to move, to act… to take notice.  It wants you to pay attention.

So what does it mean when Mercury (planet) squares Diana (asteroid)… when the mind (mercury) comes up against silence (Diana)?  I’ll leave that for you to ponder.

Silence.  Well in my experience (which is always evolving) silence is never silent.  I luv silence, I luv solitude.  In fact I pursue it often and regularly.  There’s a quality of timelessness.  Of eternity, of ‘God’, of everything.  There’s a presence in it that draws you in.  It feels holy and eternal.

But it’s never silent.  There’s always a sound.  Some may call it a vibration or a resonance.  But there’s always something I can hear.  But it doesn’t come just to my ears… it bounces off my entire body.  My whole body ‘hears’ it.  My whole body receives it… and it responds.

I’ve been doing a practice for the last few days… during the ‘Power Quest’ challenge I’ve undertaken.  Just for a short time in the morning and evening I’ve been focusing directly on my ears.  Hearing the sounds that are coming to them.  Then I extend that listening awareness down through my whole body.  My whole body is listening.

WoW… our body is the most extraordinary receptor.  It receives and receives and receives.  Focusing in on this highly receptive field around my body… I notice, not just the sounds that are bouncing against it.  But the response to those sounds from inside my body.

It’s taking my highly receptive antenna to another level of awareness.

It’s exciting.

Happy Day of Mercury and Diana… and the world of Silence.

Much love… marilyn💙🌙💙

(ps… and look at the date today, all those twos.  The day a four (2+2) and also the year 2020.  Emphasising the square shape once again.  Some would describe this as a synchronistic event… in the world of symbolic language, many things saying the same thing at once.

Like the Universe trying to get a message across.

For an extra tidbit… in Numerology (the symbolic language of numbers)… 22 is called a ‘Master’ number.  It’s elevating the four, the ‘square’, the ‘challenge’ … to an even higher vibration.  It’s offering an opportunity to understand its Mastery.

Symbols have fascinated me since early childhood… where I used to spend my ‘fun’ time doing algebra and geometry (I luved them)… that was until I discovered Numerology and Astrology.

My poor mathematics teacher lamented my lack of ambition, at least in fulfilling my mathematical ‘ability’ (ie becoming a Professor of Mathematics)… but the world of symbols had a much stronger calling.

And so did the world of ‘magick’.

I’m still learning.)

 

Tuesday – New Moon in Cancer, July 21st 2020.  Day of Mars.

New Moon in Cancer… here in Oz at 3.33am.  She’s out of the womb, not long.  That deep, rich, sacred silent place of creation.  A place that’s become foreign… removed, distant, unknown.  A place that’s been forgotten in our active busy world.

The silent depths, the sacred holding space of new life.  The great mystery of the Feminine.

We’ve forgotten our connection with the cycles.  The cycle of life, nature and our own body.  We’ve gotten lost in the ‘outside’.  So much movement… we mistake it for progress.

I recently added my middle name ~ Diane~ to my home page on FB.  I like simple and succinct… so often would prefer to be known by my first name… not even my surname.

I started getting curious about middle names.  Why do we have them ( some of us do)… what use are they?  Hidden away, rarely used.  Except some legal doc requesting them.  Mostly they’re invisible, no one talks about them.  No one thinks about them.  What are they doing there?

And you know what happens to things left in the Shadow World😊😊

I became curious…  a habit of mine I’ve recently discovered has a much deeper significance… and connection to our physical world.  Philip Sedwick (Astrologer) has done some great work on ‘The Great Attractor’.  A space in our galactic environment  behind the Milky Way.

‘There’s a strange place in the sky where everything is attracted.  And unfortunately its on the other side of the Milky Way, so we can’t see it.’

‘It recedes from us at a fantastical high velocity…  While the complex point actively recedes, it summons an energy of ‘come hither’.  Once engaged ~ this pull exceeds anything known.’

‘It knows something you need to know’.

“While the path into the Great Attractor might tear me apart with unimaginable tidal forces, flood me inside and out with radiation of unknown proportions, or whatever, I simply must seek out this knowledge’.

Sound familiar?  For those of a curious nature among us?  Sure makes sense to me.  Well of course – everything is connected.  What’s above is below… what’s inside is out.  It’s one big cosmic soup.

Having Gemini on the ‘Ascendant’… the sign rising on the eastern horizon at the time of my birth… I’ve been gifted with an extreme capacity for curiosity.  Curiosity has dangled a carrot for me… I reckon since I began to think and feel.  I’ve been on a quest since not long after week one I reckon.  More pointedly since I was three.

So I got curious.  In mythology Goddess Diana was a Roman Goddess.  She was daughter to Zeus… God of the Heavens.  Diana asked her father to grant her some wishes.  She wished to remain a Virgin Goddess, independent of any man.  She requested to be a Light Bringer – or New Moon.  To own a silver bow and arrow and wear a short tunic for the hunt.

She asked for women, girls and hounds to be her companions.  She wanted the Wilderness as her holy place… not a temple made by men.  Finally she asked to be a midwife and protector of Women, Children and Animals.

Zeus agreed to her wishes.

Goddess Diana is known as Goddess of the Moon, Goddess of the Wild Forests and Animals, Goddess of the Hunt, and Goddess of Silence and Solitude.  She’s the Protector of Women and Children… and she governs all cycles of a Woman’s Life.

I find the synchronicity, purpose and cosmic hand in our direction and creation… a Masterful Mystery of Exotic Proportions.

Nothing we, as humans, can do will ever supersede it… her, him… whatever name you give to that great Creative Intelligence.  That directs everything.

Simply blows my mind… from time to time.

So I’ve welcomed Diana into my Life… she now stands acknowledged and given a place in my physical existence.

Strangely… I remember asking my parents ‘who chose Diana as my middle name?’ That was many years ago… in my early teens.  Both my Mother and Father said they did not choose it.  Which was super mysterious.  ‘Cause if you knew my Mum and Dad… they never forgot anything.  Coming from a family with ‘Super Perceptive Abilities’…

It was mysterious then as it is now… who chose that name for me?  I’ll never know. Was it one of my Grandmothers?  I never got to know them unfortunately… they disappeared quite early in my life.  So I’ll never know.

Diana is here now… welcomed into the fold.  Acknowledged as part of me.  Of course I’ve acted her out… it’s obvious to myself and many that she plays a major role in the makings of me.  We just didn’t know it was her.

Goddess of Solitude and Silence.  Makes me smile.  And here I’ve been apologising for that part of me all my life.  When it was just the way I was destined to be.  Sigh.

‘While there’s breath there’s hope’… that’s one of my quotes.

The years move on… but while there’s breath we still get to explore this extraordinarily Magickal Mystery of our existence.  Adventure has always called me.  I remember from a tiny one… I heard its call.  I could never resist it.

It’s a potent New Moon.  It’s been a potent mid-year crossing.  We’re near the end of many cycles… but the cycle of the Moon’s nodes in Cancer and Capricorn and the significant influence that’s brought us over the last 18 years, the last few in particular … is now closing with this powerful New Moon.

A time of great reflection I’d say… before we head off into the new.

It’s not time to rush ahead just yet.  The New Moon’s only just born.  Feel into it, feel it move through your body.  Feel it activate your emotions.  Feel it impregnate your energy fields.

Cancer is the Mother.  The Caring, the Love, the Nurturing… the Protection. Diana seeks the silence.  The deep richness of the Silence from which we’ve all  come and will return.

Sacred New Moon Blessings ❤️🌙❤️

Art by Francis Baxter

Saturday 28/3/2020

Having the courage to feel it all.  God it’s tender.  It’s as if I’ll die if I let it in.  It carves so deeply into my flesh.  

I fought and won.  Can I win again?  Leave no room for doubt my beautiful marilyn.  Yes, I know… you most often don’t see the beauty.  You carry such heaviness.  It’s not all yours you know.  You’ve been told that before.  I know.  But yeah it’s impossible to distinguish between it all.  Your given nature ~ your blessing and your ‘curse’.

How to feel it all?  Give it space to unfold.  I’m scared of it.  It tried to take me once.  But I fought it and won.  And I was very small.  I’m bigger now… yet weaker in some ways.  At least in my physical body.  I need to call on the strength I have.  Or maybe it’s the mercy.  Allowing those tears that’ve been stored… for how long?  Maybe generations.

Did I ever see my mother cry?  No I didn’t… that I remember.  Stoic, dealing with whatever’s served.  Admirable maybe… wise? No.

The isolation is crowding me in.  It carries imprints from times before.  Places I don’t want to go.  But what’s inside is there… I cannot make it go away.  I need to welcome it into the light.  I’m not sure I’m brave enough.

The terror’s being stirred.

Yeah makes no sense to my logical mind.  There’s always been a war between the two.

Nature will be my saviour… as it has been my home.  Alone in the forest… the wolves my companions. The trees and plants and magick places… always held me.  I’m used to that.  The human stuff is harder.  It’s not my realm of expertise.  The hermit on the hill.  Who flits outside from time to time.

But scurries back to safety.

How do I navigate this space.  The echo’s of the fear, the terror.  The vibration of death around me.  Inside and out… is way too concentrated.  What do I need… to keep myself afloat?

How do I charter this stormy ocean?

What do I need… how do I call it in?  

Maybe for now… a bike ride down to the nature reserve… and do a FB live to my sisterhood.

Lotsa Love to me 💜🌺💜