Cosmic Updates/Blog

A very hot few days it’s been.  Day before yesterday was horrid, I think that was a first experience for me… very intense.  It’s often a bit cooler here in the mountains.  I didn’t like it at all, and the poor birds and the rest of the wildlife.  A stunning gleaming black Raven sat on the bird bath yesterday, and drank heartedly; that’s never happened before.  I didn’t get a chance to take a photo.

For all whatever reasons, I don’t do well in that weather, I can feel my body struggling.  Yes, yes dear Pluto is visiting my Moon, who resides in his house after all!  You think she’d be a little familiar with him by now.  But goodness, he just gets so full on about everything… and there’s no room for comment.

Within our current energy bubble, there are a few things going on;  who to put first?  Venus?  I hear Saturn grumbling, I will not be bullied!  So… our most beautiful Goddess Aphrodite has just moved in with Sagittarius… the Seeker of Truth, what a man.  Followed in five days by the Moon Goddess, seeking the truths in our emotional bodies, in our heritage.  Beautiful visions.  With Neptune standing still, preparing to begin his new way forward after his time of reflection… Magick fills the air.

‘Awakening’ is on my fridge.  It’s from my dear friend Samyo, who instructed and introduced me to Facial Harmony (I haven’t met anyone who doesn’t love Facial Harmony ).  We held the workshop at my Healing Centre in West Ipswich, the one I renovated, restored with my partner; he did a wonderful job.  I did quite a bit too.  I had the vision … it was such a transformation.  It was really beautiful.

A little story from then ~ I was close to completing the packing up of my two houses, one which was my business Magick Moments.

I’d heard the call, I finally put down my arms.  It was a process, everything is a process.  The gift of a Sun and Moon in Earth and in a harmonious relationship… that was compassion.  My natal Sth Node is in Scorpio, a heritage strewn with blood… and the most regal of transformation.  It took nine months to shut up shop in both my home and Magick Moments.   I  did finally take off for Adelaide with my dear friend Beth (my aging Pajero) where I stayed for eighteen months, to be near my boy.  I was sad when I left.

That leaving took me to here… first Woodenbong, then Lindesay Creek.  And now a new chapter beckons.

But I’m diverting…

A walk to the garden, my Gardenia bush is covered in buds and flowers.  The sensational Gardenia Flower.  I have two Gardenia Flower Essences, which you will find in the ‘Deva-line Flower Essence Descriptions’ in the above menu.

So… I’d packed up all of Magick Moments, shifted and stored.  I was having a final garage sale.  I’d stored all the things in my lovely renovated shed…

someone broke in and stole some stuff.   I decided to spend the night there.  The house was empty, or so I thought.  I took my futon and bedding and slept on the floor in what was my healing room.  I lay down on my back and straight away I saw them… the room was full of people, circle upon circle.  It blew me away… I had no idea.  The feeling was amazing.  I enjoyed therapy work, it can feel pretty cosmic at times.  But it’s real, in the sense that it’s happening here and now.  The Body is a sensational creation.  My hands feel the rhythm, they connect and follow, the body knows what it needs.

Back in the present, our majestic Sun sits with serious Saturn, there is no hurry… he wants it done right, slow and steady. Mars is charging head-on to the Nodes… our journey from others into our self.  Mars is still pretty snug with Pluto, energy is strong; such wondrous opportunity for transmutation.  Great God of the Oceans, Neptune, keeper of the key to the Akashic Records, is standing still, preparing to move forward into a new cycle.

Uranus, bringer of the New Age, moving closer and closer to the Sth Node, recharging all the old stuff… sending a bolt of brilliant light into our destiny field.   So much opportunity.

We’re moving into the Balsamic Cycle of our Sacred Moon… leading us through the dark, into the new.  A time of Death, Release, Rebirth… new seeds of growth.  It’s a time for slowing down, your body will remind you, she’d like you to listen.  We have cycles too, we are part of the Great Mother and Father Gods… we don’t exist in isolation.

Open yourself to love and adventure, to your destiny.  Give your body what it needs, it will take you on a journey you otherwise wouldn’t see.  Enjoy.

Dear Snowie, it was hot for her too… first time outside on that horrid day, it was early evening…

till next time, enjoy being alive…. lotsa luv marilynxxx

 

 

 

 

 

Good morning … it’s going to be a hot one, hanging around forty today!  Will need to stay cool, somehow.  I guess it’s ‘hot’ in another way too… with all these world ‘leaders’, the old decrepit remains of the patriarchal conditioning, not far from here (as the crow flies… but I’m not sure he’s interested in flying there…)  But as one Age draws to an end whilst another has already been born… it’s a strange kinda time.

This incredible Earth we were gifted as our home… this is Sacred Feminine energy manifest.  They’re here, I’ve seen them… the Goddess that is.  My seeing eye comes in handy at times.  I also heard them speak, I watched them as they moved through the portal opening, up there in the sky.  I don’t question those things anymore, you can’t make sense of it with your head.  They said ‘the energy of the Feminine needs to grow stronger, more and more’… they were asking us to join them, to spread the word… it’s time, it’s their time… they’re here… the new Age has birthed.

My dear, beautiful Mother was psychic (as you call it!), her Father was said to be of Gypsy blood… so it runs through my veins.  The Gypsy’s life, over the patriarchy, has been challenging too.  We grew up with Mum ‘knowing things’, we (my brother and I) just laughed, we thought it was a play thing.  You couldn’t hide anything from Mum.  And beautiful, she was so beautiful… but never got to experience her brilliance, so sad.  I think of her, especially when I’ve ‘achieved’ something special… I say ‘this is for the two of us Mum’.  I’m doing what you couldn’t… I carry on her beautiful memory.

In the vein of the Gypsy, I’m going to do what I’ve not done before… readings.  Yes, I’ve avoided them till now.  Yes, can imagine all sorts of reasons why, but I don’t really know.  I’ve felt the urge and need to work again since back early in the year.  I also do therapy work.  But with the invasion of the machines, and all that’s happened over the last six months, my dear beautiful body just wasn’t up to it.  So I’m making a start.  Thank you Mars/Pluto!

So if you leave your name in the comments here… or on Facebook, I will put you all in the draw and pull one out on the New Moon, the 22nd of this month… 0 degrees Sagittarius, a bountiful degree.

Enjoy your precious life on this very precious planet Earth…

much love… marilynxxx

It’s a glorious morning, blue skies, sunshine and birdsong… and I got to wake up naturally (no truck noise) albietly with a little help from my white fury friend, snuggled beside my head.  She comes in every morning around the same time.  It’s so important how we start the day, for our mental outlook but also for the vibration in our body.  Health is built on good vibrations.

So I’m lapping up the quiet stillness, cicada music filling the gully, little Wagtail with the healthy vocal chords, Magpies, Eastern Rosella’s, Kookaburra’s, Noisy Miners, Crows and Butcherbirds and all the visitors… lots of family here.

Yesterday in Kyogle doing some shopping , I now have lots of yummy food ~ thank you.  My dear, beautiful body still needs some more resting, and I will honour her.  For someone with a personality profile like mine, slowing down didn’t come naturally… I preferred to push the boundaries, achieve as much as  possible.  I’ve paid the price.  It’s not just age, it’s the Polio thing, but gee I’m really grateful, others suffering from the late effects of Polio are doing it tougher than me.  But I don’t do the modern medicine route, well there’s nothing they can do anyway.  They just say, what is written… which is rest, pace yourself and don’t do anything if you’re tired.  Good advice.   More than once  I’ve been in a doctor’s surgery (I don’t frequent them often) and when I mention I had Polio, they Google it… kinda funny.

But as I’ve said before, I’m so grateful that I believe in healing… ’cause I do.  Everything is energy, everything vibrates, everything has memory and everything constantly changes.  We just need to pay attention to where we place our focus.

So I’m going to have a beautiful, relaxing day, breathing in Life and Love… and giving thanks for every second I get on this most incredible Earth… I wish you the same.

lotsa luv… marilynxxx (wish they had some hearts here)

my white fury (molting) friend… xx

I believe in healing, I do…

It’s been an active morning here in my spot at Lindesay Creek.  Truck vibrations and noise woke me at 5.30am (really 4.30am!!) and their noise continues, punctured by moments of bird song.  I haven’t been feeling the best these last few days, especially yesterday… there was so much noise.  I’m still recovering from my time away and having that virus thing, I wondered if it’s still hanging around, at least energetically.  Gosh, these healing times keep on.  I know there’s an end, I can see the light and it’s not too far away.  I’m so glad, so grateful that I do believe in healing, ’cause sometimes that sneaky mind just wants to throw in a doubt, ‘it could be…”.  I remind myself I don’t believe in it… I don’t.  Yes, my beautiful body carries both physical and energetic imprints from the Polio virus, it has it’s effects, some difficult at times… but I so believe in healing.

When we’re surrounded by a prevailing mind-set, and an ancient patriarchal one at that, it really takes tuning in, to your own knowing.  This patriarchal age is at its end, it is, we need to take our focus to the Sacred Feminine… it’s time.  As I sit here on the verandah breathing in the valley, drawing strength from the mountains, allowing myself to be healed; joyful to see my little wallaby friend, he’s so young.  He brings joy to my heart.  And the beautiful native pigeon, you know the kind that coo’s like a dove, he’s just wandering around in the garden in front of me.  And all the birds, all the  bird families that live around me, their song vibrates my body, such magick land.  Soft moist rain clouds hang low, there’s moisture in the air, the frogs are joyous, also the cicada… and the garden has just loved it, the rain.  There’s a little frog that lives in the barbecue!  I know, not sure why, but I rarely use it.  It’s close to where I’m sitting and her croak is quiet deafening, she’s responding to the male call, he’s in the eastern garden also very close.  Gosh… two gorgeous Eastern Rosella land on the bird bath, I always keep it full; only three metres from where I sit.

The magick of the Mother … I believe in healing, I do.

Oh… and my beautiful friend Snowie, whose energy is almost constantly around me… my dear healing friend, I love you very much dear Snowie (she’s very much in her Crone… and a Scorpio one at that!)

Snowie…

And just now, five Sulpher- crested Cockatoo’s flew onto a branch just in front of me.  This blessed Earth.

lotsa luv… marilynxxx

I’ve written most of it down… these last four years here at magick Mahalia, books are planned.   I’ve heard Lindesay Creek, where Mahalia resides, is known as ‘Ancestor country’ by the local indigenous people.  I can vouch for that.  I’ve inherited a ‘seeing’ eye ~ and what a place to ‘see’.  Yes magick it has been.

It’s also had its challenges, the local town is not the friendliest in the world.  I’ve tried my best (I think I have) to remain positive, change my focus, ‘see’ differently… but sometimes what is, is what is.  I feel for the local indigenous people, life must have been hell for them over the years.

Why humans need to act this way, well I guess it’s a choice.  Because their family has lived in the valley for a few generations, they think they own the place… ahh well.  You can’t change someone’s thoughts.  But I’ve tried, I have, to mingle and mix, to give of my love and strengths.  When I first came to Woodenbong I involved myself with the local community, was friendly and talked to everyone… even went to the Progress meeting; only once.  I remember my dear friend, my ‘ex’, said to me when I first arrived in the village, he had bought a house there, ‘be carefull you know what you’re like, you take things on’.  Well, actually it’s taken sixty-six years so far, to know what I’m like.  I think it was often a mystery to me.

That has been one of the gifts of being accepted as the caretaker on this very special sacred land, I’ve learned to trust myself.  I rarely doubt what I feel now; oh yes there are times, usually when I’m strongly attracted to someone, (a man… which I can tell you isn’t that often; I’m a Virgo!) and doubt what I’m feeling.  That one can get a bit tricky, is what I’m feeling right?  Or am I imagining it?  I’m not the only one, am I?

I feel energy.  I’m trained in Energy medicine, but I’m also naturally like that.  And sometimes it’s particularly strong.  Like I don’t even know the person, but I can feel what’s going on with them.  I doubt that sometimes, especially, like I said… when I fancy them.  I guess the solution would be to ask… eh?  But I’m a coward, not completely healed the rejection thing, yet.

Some extra noise outside, just went to look… oh my goodness!  Yesterday I was getting pretty pissed off with this bloody forestry work!  Mars/Pluto conjunction!  So I thought, actually I imagined it pouring and pouring (it did for a bit last night) and the forest full of mud and the trucks getting bogged in it.  That’ll fix ’em, I thought.  It wasn’t a long thought… but guess what that noise was, yep, a tractor pulling a truck fully loaded with logs, out of the forest.  Goodness me… it works!  I kinda like this Gypsy/Witch thing.  And I like that I’m mostly ‘light’.  But there are times when a little darker shade of grey can be used, when they continue to ignore my voice.  There are different ways to speak.

No doubt this is a very potent end of year.  The last quarter of a year is often full, but this very big year of 2014, it’s extra potent.  I’ve seen 2014 as a passage way, a passage between worlds.  We’ve made a crossing, we may be weary, but we know who we are and where we’re going.  And these current gifts from our planetary neighbours, are blasting through any defenses we’ve held on to, right through to our core… to our most powerful self.  Powerful beings are being born.

We have what it takes… to create our new world.

 

Have fun… and enjoy

 

lotsa luv… marilynxxx

 

 

A new ‘today’ has arrived, welcomed by gentle birdsong, our masterful Sun ascending slowly over a family of trees; sky turns from wintry grey to summer blue, warmth replaces coolness, my body renewed after a night of sleep, sits present with this magickal transformation.  We have so much but often we forget.  We live in a paradise, we have a human body, a mind that can be clever and a Heart that loves to feel good.

Recently I’ve been trying to find a question, a question to stimulate something I can feel and ‘see’ emerging… but finding the words to compose it.  I’ve seen how important it is to have the right question.

‘Questions open the doorway to dialogue and discovery.  Questions can lead to movement and action on key issues, by generating creative insights, they can ignite change.’

‘The Art of seeking new possibilities.’

‘A paradigm shift occurs when a question is asked inside the current paradigm that can only be answered from outside it.  It is this kind of paradigm shift, based on powerful questions, that may be necessary to create truly innovative solutions to our most pressing concerns.’  from the The Art of Powerful Questions

It’s not been easy finding this question.  I’ve needed to look at my own assumptions, my own beliefs, desires and needs;  what am I really trying to do.  I know the symptoms but what is the question that will take us to the solution.

I can talk in ways of the Patriarchy and the Sacred Feminine, the old, the new and our current evolution into a higher state of being.  But its simple words I need, ones everyone can understand.

The ‘symptoms’ I notice is that we’ve grown accustomed to the ‘problem’.  Just take a wander through Facebook!  Yes, I feel it’s important for it to be acknowledged, but not to keep our focus on it, our focus is much more powerful than we often understand.  We hold the power of creation in our very cells.  We’ve lived and grown through the Age of Patriarchy,  spanning back thousands of years through our history, we’ve all been conditioned and affected.  Unknowingly we take on this focus.  It’s understandable, but now requires a different focus.

It’s a powerful time of transformation, of evolution, a time of re-discovering our humanity.  We’re being called back to our heart, we’re being reminded of our need for love and peace.  We’re experiencing the changing of an Age.

Where we focus, our legs will follow.  Where we allow our eyes to rest, we take that energy into ourself.  A new focus is required, to bring about a new world.  How do we do that?  What would be the question?

Use the energy of this potent Eclipse time to take you where you want to go.

‘The power to step into the next phase of our destiny will be available to those who work with these energies’  Cathy Pagano

Burning away our Patriarchal conditioning, how do we move into the energy of the Sacred Feminine?

(maybe that’s the question…)

lotsa luv…. marilynxxx

 

What a great year it’s been… yes, I know it hasn’t always appeared that way.  But can you feel the growth?  I can, and I’m excited, really excited.  The possibilities are unfolding and we can be a part of the new beginning.  Out of the ashes, the phoenix flies… the purpose of this year, to be transformed.

2014 began with a Super New Moon, on New Year’s Day.  Pluto the Great Transformer sat with our Sun and Moon… an auspicious beginning.  Pluto Lord of the Underworld rises to gather all that’s rotting and decayed, placing them on the great fire… where new life will rise once again.

Yes, it’s been rugged at times, confronted with the past we’ve carried for so long…  no more time for it now.  The present requires us all to be on board, we have a life to live, to celebrate, to enjoy…  our love is much more powerful than we know.  We hold the power of Life, of Love, of regeneration and renewal… connected to our source, we have the power to change our world.

I’ve sure been feeling it, the passion that is.  It feels so good.  Like a raging fire within, it sets me alight with love.  I feel it’s power… I’m so grateful that I have an anchor to hold me steady.  Power is a mighty force.

Life is calling… can you hear her?  Calling each and every one of us to connect to our centre, our Heart, our Love… this will save our world.

As we journey through the last quarter of this powerful year, much love and grace is present… time to join our love together.  The great circle of humanity.

Have a great October… with both a Solar and Lunar Eclipse, a big energy month.  Venus, Goddess of Love and Beauty and Uranus God of the Sky and Heavens impregnate these Eclipses with their powerful energy … an innovative, progressive and heart centred month… love brings freedom, enjoy.

lotsa luv

marilynxxx

 

 

‘Look deep into nature, and then you will understand everything better’

Albert Einstein

Not long back from a big walk in the ‘forest’.   A beautiful Spring day,  cool breeze from the south-west keeps the temperature down, cloudless Big Aussie Sky, stunning blue backdrops a valley of green, the rain has been.  Flowers are blooming, colour fills the garden.  In between two full weekends, needing to take it easy, rest and rejuvenate; the jobs can wait till next week.  The garden is strewn with debris, drying leaves and branches in piles everywhere, some left where they were cut from the bush or tree.  A big white winter left heaps of pruning days, I’ve spent a week so far.  Then there’s the shed, constructed by the last owners, it’s been up for nearly twenty years.  The country is home to white ants, that’s where they live and eat; the shed has obviously been visited over the years, so time to start pulling it apart.  As well as piles of leaves and branches drying brown in the sun, there’s piles of wood, blackened by stump oil and sheets of grey tin scattered on the newly green grass… my normally tidy garden has disappeared.  I’m preparing Mahalia for the next caretaker, I feel energised and positive… and looking forward to the next chapter.

It’s been very quiet on the forestry front, no cars or trucks… wondered if they’d finished and gone.  I’ve only walked up there once before, not a pretty site, acres and acres of dead leaves and branches, with thousands of tree stumps smeared with Glyphosate, the only remaining evidence of a forest.  It’s a horrible sight.  As I walk through the debris I take my focus to Mt Lindesay, I have no desire to feel bad.  He stands with such majestic presence, towering over the land, our local Guardian.  He’s one of many peaks in the McPherson Range, the ancient remains of the Focal Peak Volcano, that erupted about 24 million years ago.  I keep focused on the sky, the distant mountains and valleys, the trees that remain, but  I can’t help thinking  ‘why’, why do they have to do things this way?  Oh yes, I know we’re at the end of a very long cycle, one that’s lost its way, a time where common sense has disappeared from the stage.

Now, I’m not a farmer, I grew up in the city, but it’s not difficult to understand how nature works… not much differently than us.  We’re all made from the same Life.  These trees were all part of a Forestry Plan, well actually it was a financial plan, an alternative to paying tax.  They bought up local farms, they had plenty of money to spend.  They leased even more land, they planted many thousands of trees.  Of course they all went bust, so farmers were left with these thousands of trees, ones unsuitable for the area and planted far too closely together.  After twenty years some are still very spindly.

What happens to the soil?  Some local guys reckon it does it good, opens up the soil…. they have their story.  How can it be good?  Mono planting over thousands of acres, with rumored genetically modified seeds, then cut them all down and poison the ground, hundreds of acres of sloping land, run off, erosion etc… well, as I said I’m not a farmer, but I can see what happens, you don’t need to be a genius.  But they all reckon it’s good.  My god.

But I’m feeling good, and intend to keep it that way.  I’ll continue to focus on what I can do, what I can support to create the change we so badly need.  I continue to send my love and support to all life around me, I continue to keep alight the flame of love that burns inside me.  I believe we can turn it around, yes it’s a big job, but I’m up to it… are you?

It’s time to get behind what you believe in, what is real for you… it’s time for the solution.

My recent birthday card from my friends in a village near by….

A dragonfly came to visit a moment ago; I remember the incredible magick of those days and early evenings in the dam, welcomed by families of dragonflies, flying over and over and over my head as I swam along… it’s certainly been a magickal time here at Mahalia, one I will always treasure.

lotsa luv to you

marilynxxx

 

What a truly magickal evening, reminding me of how it use to be, often.

A day in the big smoke, leaving home just after 7am to catch the 7.30am bus to Kyogle.  The bus proprietors, the Watson’s, have been ferrying people back and forth, from Woodenbong to Kyogle and return… since the roads were dirt and extra winding.  Passing through the upper most tip of the Northern Rivers, lush paddocks and grazing cows. the few surviving dairy farms.  Around one bend a most startling sight, Mount Lindesay towering majestically over the surrounding inhabitants, Mt Barney not far behind. The Border Ranges sit with beauty and purpose.  Such a special valley.

Kyogle is the closest town, it’s from here you catch a bus to Lismore via Casino.  From home to Lismore, a three-hour journey.   Lismore’s only an hour from Byron Bay and Mullumbimby and even closer to Nimbin, my favourite place to sit and sip a soy latte chai is the Dragonfly, the Bank is pretty groovy too, people look familiar, similar to me.  A long stint up here in the wilds, doing the solo thing, has left me with a growing desire to be with my tribe.  I think it will be soon.

The bus gets back to Woodenbong, a little under three kilometres from my place at Lindesay Creek at 4.45pm… about five when I get home.  I’m usually feeling pretty tired, once I unpack my shopping from the car, just want to have a cup of tea and a sit outside in the wonderful air.

There was something really special happening yesterday, I felt it all day, but once I arrived home it felt powerful.  You know that kind of presence where you feel you can actually cut it with a knife, it was impossible to ignore.  As I said, after a long day in the big smoke, I usually just want to crash!  But I wanted to be outside, breathing in this magick that I could feel so powerfully.

We’ve recently had considerable rain, everyone is pleased… tanks were getting low for some.  The ground is wet, puddles dot the paddocks and roads, trees and bushes drip.  I wanted to sit outside in this magickal air, I wanted a fire.  A confession, the fire ban season has already begun.  After a rugged winter, a month of frost, the grass tinder dry, not much rain for nearly a year, the fire guys were concerned.  But with all this water about, I figured it would be safe.  The fire pit was soaked but the desire to be out there was strong, I thought I’d give it a go.  Back and forth I went to the shed, collecting bits of wood, I was surprised at my energy.  I stacked the fire pit, struck a match, it started instantly.  And then it raged, I mean really raged, the flames shot high, sparks flew, the force of this fire was intense.

Then the images and words came, I hadn’t considered doing a ritual, I just wanted to be out there.  I felt it in my body, the words flowed from my mouth… I experienced old significant trauma, ones that had shaped and formed the marilyn who became, move out of my body into the flames.  The words supported and guided this release, I felt it leave my body, it felt empty, new… I was someone I hardly recognised, lost a very long time ago.  I thanked all for this blessing, I thanked the Ancestors for calling me here, for guiding me, being with me through these years of great healing.  I thanked them again and again, I felt honoured they had invited me here, to this Sacred Space.  I’ve known for days that’s it’s time now, for me to move on.  I asked them to invite the next caretaker, as they invited me.

Rain clouds had all cleared, the first in days… the sky was brilliant, our solar system, stars upon stars upon stars,  neighbouring galaxies, the Southern Cross, the Pleiades, the Milky Way… I saw myself standing on this beautiful blue ball travelling through this wonderland, with all our friends.  I stayed outside till my body began to droop, my eyes wanting to close.

I knew Virgo was special, the Goddess, the Spirit of the Earth… my most favourite time of year, the Virgo cycle.  But I never realised just how magickal she really is.

Happy Birthday to all the Virgo’s… yes Happy Birthday month for me too.

lotsa luv…. marilynxxx

(ps… I also felt her purify the space all around me… thank you dear Virgo)