Cosmic Updates/Blog

Rainbow lorikeets forage in the barley mulch covering the garden to the east of the house.  The rising sun above them penetrates the thick fog, bringing warmth to a sleepy world.  Only bird sounds, work in the forest hasn’t started yet.  Cool air touches my knees, the kitchen window open encouraging the morning to enter, I sit with hot chai before my computer.  A smouldering fire is radiating much-needed warmth in the house, Snowie snuggled before it, she’s had her morning roam.  The fourth anniversary approaching, October 1st 2010 at 3.36pm, the birthday of Mahalia, the planned Sacred Healing Retreat.

Back to 2006… my partner often mentioned this place called Woodenbong, a possible place to invest he thought.  Heading back to Ipswich after a few days camping at Brunswick Heads, our favourite spot, we took a detour via Woodenbong.  I remember it clearly.  We stopped at a take-away on the main road, bought a cup of tea and sat at the old wooden table outside.  I glanced around, to the hall across the road, the houses up the street, I wasn’t very impressed, I thought it looked old and boring.  I was still in my swimmers with a sarong wrapped around, that may have been a first in this little village.  Fast forward and a property in Woodenbong was purchased.  I went down a couple of times, spending a few days alone in the house.  I fell in love with the monstrous skies, the abundant bird life and the air, oh the air.  Woodenbong sits near the border of NSW and Qld, mountain country, the air is wonderful.

It was August 2007, Magick Moments, my healing centre was just over a year old.  Prior to the opening of the business, we spent nine months renovating this humble old workers cottage into a stunning beauty.  I’d been feeling a change approaching for a while, a big change; it made no logical, let alone financial sense… I tried to fight it.  I was feeling both restless and unsettled, a vast contrast to the enthusiastic commitment,  time and energy I’d been investing.  I’d put so much into creating this healing centre, I questioned myself again and again, all the usual things.  But the voice kept getting louder…  I kept resisting.   My second Saturn Return was approaching at the same time as a Full Moon Eclipse in Pisces, it sat on my natal Black Moon Lilith, the ancient wound of the Feminine.  I decided to spend a few days alone down in Woodenbong to try to get some clarity on what I was feeling.

The Eclipse was the most magickal I’ve ever experienced.  A blood-red Moon sat in a black velvet sky with stars that seemed to reach to eternity.  No sound, just this magickal air surrounding me.  I sat and watched till I could no longer stay awake, I felt something really profound was happening.

Early next morning, my Saturn Return, I went out to the back verandah, breathing in the luscious air, looking out at the awakening land, the expanse of clear blue above, it hit me instantly.  I could hardly believe what I was seeing and feeling, everything had changed.  I looked at the grass, the birds, the trees, the flowers and I could see that everything had changed.  I even asked them ‘how are you feeling?’, I wanted to know what had changed for them.  I can’t explain it anymore than… everything had changed.  I saw and felt it in everything.  I went in for my computer and attempted to write it down.  I knew I was witnessing something amazing, if only I could put it in words.

I went back to Ipswich, but rather than clearing my head and getting on with business, the voice became louder and I kept resisting.  It was one morning sitting at the breakfast table before going to Magick Moments, it was loud very loud.  It was like a heavy fist banging on the table,  with a voice roaring ‘NOW, it’s NOW’.  ‘ok’ (yes, a whimper in comparison) I said.  I surrended, no mean feat with a Scorpio Mars.  I began the dismantling, it took nine months to pack up both my home and my business.  I knew I had to do what I had been putting off, what was really important to me.   July 2008 I left for Adelaide to spend time with my son.

January 2010 I returned…  to my partner, my cat and all my ‘stuff’ in storage.  My houses sold, I no longer had my own home.  My life in Woodenbong began….

 

lotsa luv… marilynxxx

 

 

 

Another precious morning, held in the arms of the Mother.   A solitary bellbird sets the high note,  butcher birds and noisy miners add the harmonies.  Such soul soothing melodies.  Heavy mists hide the valleys below and the mountains standing guard at the border, the paddock north of the house fence is the only one visible.  The heavy moisture settles on the straw like grass, softening its dryness, allowing it to bend.  The tanks are full, thanks to this magickal mist.

Sunbeams melt through this mystical cover, bringing warmth and loving.  Life is close, very close, I feel it hold me.  The beauty overwhelms, moisture builds in my eyes.  I feel the love, my chest is tender with its care.  We have so much if only we could see.  Pouring forth, this love is endless, this life such a miracle.  Such kindness, how could it be?  But it is.  Who is the giver of such a thing?  A channel of giving that has no end.  I allow myself to receive, I breathe in this bounty, so beyond my ability to describe.  Tears come.

I feel the release, of all the hurt, generations of living in my cells.  A vision of these fills my screen, I know their purpose, I feel their pain.  ‘It’s you’ they say, ‘here’s where the journey ends’.  My body weak from struggle, is filled with liquid strength, it fills my chest.  ‘Fill yourself with this Life’ they say, ‘breathe it in, allow it to lift you’, ‘it will lift you higher and higher’.  I wipe the tears so I can see.  Such exquisite love that surrounds me, fills me… lifetimes of tears could fall, from this knowing… that such compassion exists.

There’s power in this Super Full Moon, much is happening behind the scenes.  Healing and clearing… the Mother is close, she protects her children.

We need to cross this channel, yes the waters are dark and angry, the seas black and threatening.  Monster waves crash over our small wooden vessel, threatening to sink us.  The captain keeps us focused, he intends to get this boat across.  ‘Stand in the centre’ he shouts, he’s hardly heard over the crashing waves and thunderous skies.  ‘Eyes forward, ahead’, his words can only just be heard, ‘don’t look at the swell, keep your eyes on the horizon’, ‘know you’ll get across’, ‘we’re nearly there’.  The thunder crashes closer,  brilliant rods of lightning burst like ghostly flames across the sky.  The heavy black clouds hang just above their heads, or so it seems.  They try hard not to be afraid.

‘No fear’ the captain roars, ‘there’ll be no fear on my ship’ he reminds his second in charge.  ‘I will bring this ship to shore’.

Uranus is the captain of this Super Full Moon in Aquarius and he knows well the path across.  He understands what is needed, he carries this wisdom.  He uses these brilliant lightning strikes to illuminate the darkness.  He’s supported by the gods.  He will fulfil his mission.

There’s something destined in the air, something significant about to happen.  A chance meeting, a sudden arrival, this Full Moon will change the way we view things.  An epiphany, an awakening… a destined encounter, will open our eyes.  We will see where we are, and what is happening.

The essence of the archetypal Feminine is strong. Black Moon Lilith sits with the Sun, her gift of self-empowerment is transported to Earth through the Sun’s powerful, life giving rays.  Primal Feminine power is all around, its presence palpable, visible to some.  This power is yet to be fully understood.  This is a time of great significance… the birthing of a New Age.

 

 

I noticed I was approaching from fear, saw panic lurking.  Where has that come from?  Then I saw just how much fear is in our environment now, it’s spruiked prolifically.  We take it on and do the same.  It really pays to be awake.

I noticed I was approaching from lack, thinking I was being practical.  One life and it’s short, in the big scheme of things, a weeny bit of a second.  And yet we get to do so much…  we get to feel, so many wonderful feelings.  And the others we learn from.  We learn to have compassion for our self, to love our self with all our heart.  We are truly wonderful.

We need to be aware… of what we think and what we say.  What we allow into the Sacred Space of our awareness.

Embracing hope, acceptance and faith, knowing that everything is as it is for now.  With a focus on expansion, infinite expansion.  The desire to contribute, to participate, has been important to me for a long time.  I can do many things, I’m creative, but I really like to contribute.  I think it’s pretty natural for a human being.   It takes everyone to make the whole, the contribution of each one of us, focused on one point… ignites the circle.  And the circle has magickal powers.

I’m writing this on my favourite verandah, the sun so deliciously warm on my back.  For a while I took off all my clothes and let those healing rays flood the surface of my skin, penetrating in.  It was a very cold night and I’ve run out of wood.  I was so cold I kept waking and I had one doona and three blankets on me.  One wool, one cotton and one synthetic.  I’ve had to stay near the Sun today, my body was so chilled.  I’ll hold faith that a Faerie Godmother turns up with some wood.  I’ve done the practical bit, calling different people for over a week but alas no wood delivery yet.  I need the Faerie Godmother, I trust she will arrive.

But for now, the sun is infusing me with life giving rays, his warmth so appreciated in this chilly winter season.  A Willy Wagtail has been flying over my head, he’s looking for a way to get into the house.  One was in the loungeroom earlier today, took a while to find his way out.  They’re looking for a warm spot for tonight as well.  They like to stay warm and cosy those Wagtails.  And now a butterfly, almost brushed my cheek with his wings, he flew so close… golden orange and yellow.  The warm sun must be sending out the signals of Spring already.

There is silence, nature’s silence…  a constant hum, a high vibrational sound so harmonious with our being, it activates our cells, music of the spheres.  I love that silence, it’s so full, so rich, as if the whole universe is present in this moment, it feels endless.

We have been given so much, such a bounty here for us right now.  I need to re-direct my eyes once more…. I wander off, lose my focus.  We all want to be in the very best place, it’s natural.  Well I know it exists, I need to choose it.

Hope you stay warm tonight, or if it’s not cold, just relax and enjoy.

lotsa luv… marilynxxx

 

 

The light is infiltrating the dark.  Soft grey mists laden with moisture hug the ground, the valley is hidden from view.  The stars have now disappeared, what an awesome sight they were… these vast open Aussie skies, so clear.  Ahhh.. the first Kookaburra call, now another, from the north and south.  I woke early, I’ve become so sensitive to the sound of machines.  Even when the sound is muted, the vibration still reverberates in my chest.  The machine has started up in the forest, ripping the trees from the earth.

A triple trill pierces the air, was that the Butcher Bird?  So clever they are.  The Kookaburras continue deep in the valley, the Noisy Miners are now awake, all a little sleepy it seems, different from yesterday morning when their singing filled the space.  Sparkling clear air moves swiftly through my nasal passages, exploding in my lungs.  What a privilege to experience such purity.  Oh yes, everything comes to an end.  These last four years I’ve lived here, I’ve been aware how fortunate I am to experience a place so pristine, I understood that things can change.  But that I had the opportunity to witness such undisguised giving of the Mother… I’ve felt very blessed.  This experience will potently influence the remainder of my life, what I do and where I go.

I’ve told some of the story before.  It was October 1st, 2010, 3.36pm as we drove through the front gates of Mahalia.  I’d already chosen a name.  Of course I made a note of the time, a Star Chart would be drawn.  I had a plan, one that visited me for many years.  I’d ‘seen’ the house, I’d even drawn a picture of it,  almost as it is.  I asked myself why I wanted to do this, take on this project… I’d already taken on some significant projects.  My partner was suggesting it may be time to slow down.  With a Scorpio Mars, I listen (well sometimes), but when I get my mind set on something it’s hard to shift.  Determination a key word of this placement, also relentless courage and push.  I recall another of my Father’s favourite sayings ‘there’s no such word as can’t’.  Yes, I know, quite something to live up to.

I was keen to get on with it, preparing the place for opening.  I felt it was needed, that it was time.  I was planning to open a Sacred Healing Retreat.  Having already created a Healing Centre in the city, I had some experience.  Mahalia was the perfect place, not just the physical beauty… the statuesque mountains, tranquil valleys and clear water creeks, but the presence of the land spirits, their presence could be potently felt.  The blue timber house with its generous hardwood verandas on three sides, sat on a hill overlooking the valleys with a clear view to the mountain range… the border of NSW and Qld.  My original surname was Border, I believe a name originating on the border of Scotland and England.  I was back in border country.

The house was large, one massive room perfect for workshops and gatherings.  I had my whiteboard ready.  I was excited, this vision had been with me for over ten years, it was close to being realised.  I employed my partner to do the work, he was an accomplished carpenter, I liked his work.  I wanted the deck extended around the pool and there was fencing to do.  We didn’t have a great history of working together, unfortunately.  He was hesitant, I talked him into it.  It was a lot of organising, in area’s I had little experience, I was the project manager, responsible for ordering what was needed.  I noticed as the weeks went by I wasn’t handling things very well.  I was obviously feeling stressed.  I took myself off to the Ayurvedic clinic in Kyogle to get some help.  I thought I must be run down.  It hadn’t been long, maybe three months into the preparations.  It took me by surprise, I thought I’d been fine.

to be continued…

have a great day, enjoy your breath

lotsa luv marilynxxx

 

 

‘Release anything that is weighing you down and open your life up to new possibilities’    ‘Steamy August Stars’ by Kim Falconer

Stunning yellow paddocks fill the valley of Lindesay Creek.  There’s running water in the creek, clear and blue.  I dipped my hand and took a sip, it tasted good.  Groups of stinging nettles ready for picking when I return with my gloves.  The morning is alive with bird song…  much celebration, there’s been rain.  Rainbow Lorikeets hop along the ground foraging for food, the magnificent Magpie, his muscular body and brilliant black and white.  The yellow beaked Noisy Miners flitting through the golden Candle Banksia, so generous with its giving.  The Willy Wagtail with its high-pitched call.  The kookaburra… well this is their home.  Morning Sun escaping from heavy mist turns paddocks into gold and reflects on smooth white trunks… a family of Ghost Gums, across the creek in the neighbouring property. The harmony of life so vividly present.  It’s clear what is.

I don’t suppose any of us were really ready for 2014.  This subterranean passage we’ve wandered into, at first shocking, until it’s purpose is made clear.   In 2012 this journey began, the intensity building, the blessings increasing… we all became a part of a massive shift. Everything moving preparing for birth.  We’d grown accustomed to the darkness, without our knowing… in so many little ways.  It crept in, till it became a part of daily living.  We forgot what and who we really are.

As each month passes, I’ve found myself saying ‘it’s a big time’…  I’ve stopped doing that.  It appears to be a continual flow.   It’s a significant year, a passageway of sorts.  Like a portal between worlds… a challenging crossing, both dangerous and frightening.  We were given courage, to use.  It seems we’re being stretched in ways we haven’t before.  Events around us can overwhelm.  It’s important to not allow fear.  The darkness feeds off fear… and is afraid of courage.  I’ve never forgotten those words from a very dear friend of mine.  Courage is what the darkness fears.

It could sound like a fairytale… what is the darkness?  It’s the absence of Light, of clarity, of understanding… of Peace.  We know what that feels like, because we feel it inside us.  We’re not built for darkness, it creates much turmoil in our body.  We were built for love and joy.  Our body reflects what is happening to us.  We need Peace more than we know.  It’s the missing piece of the jigsaw, the one we look so far and wide for.  It’s our greatest need.

With lots of Leo and Scorpio this month, expansion and contraction… creative expression and simmering emotions.  Venus and Mars challenging each other.  Both Venus and Mars have returned to their natal place for me… the energy is familiar.  It’s time to understand them more clearly, with Jupiter giving so generously.  It’s time to make our way through… to the other side.

A time for finding ‘you’.  This is the time, no time will be greater, the time is now.

Turning this ‘steam’ into a powerful source of energy… for transformation and growth.

Have a productive month…. much love marilynxxx

 

 

 

 

It’s been quite a year.  2014 began with a New Moon in Capricorn on New Year’s Day.  The Sun and Moon sat with Pluto the great transformer… the god of the underworld.  Mercury, messenger of the gods sat with them.  Mars the god of war in one corner,  Uranus lord of the skies in another, challenged their authority.  They all had different points of view. and were ready to enforce them.  Jupiter king of the gods opposed and challenged them all.  A battle front was formed.  This was the signature of 2014.

We are not separate from these movements in our solar system, and beyond. We reflect each other, what is happening above and around is happening within. Pluto holds no prisoners, his ways can be brutal. When it’s time, it’s time. There’s no discussion.

We tend to resist change, spending much time and energy in making sure things stay the same. We’ve attached our security to things around us. It comes to bite us one day. We concoct elaborate theories of what is what and who is who. Mumbo jumbo is all it is. We forget our place, we take on the role of the creative force, thinking we can control the outcome of life. Foolish we are. We stage war with the Mother, a battle that can never be won.  We think we’re bigger than we are. We puff out our chest and speak what we don’t know. We really don’t fool anyone.  We follow like sheep to the slaughter. Just as long as we keep consuming, keep those dollars coming. The day comes when we realize, it’s not very tasty that money stuff. Nor does it give us another breath when the time is up. We can scream and shout as much as we like. Wave our fist, threaten God, but we get to see how really small we are.

Our systems are built on the accumulation of riches, wandering blindly we attempt to fulfil the horrid aching, the empty place inside us.  We have many ways to silence that ache. Many ways to distract ourselves… they’ve made sure of that.

They think they’re so clever, their plans so successful. They’ve been planning for a long time now. Total power and control… a glint of greed sparks from their evil eyes. They rub their manicured hands with a gleeful smile. They really have no idea. No idea what is happening, or what’s about to happen. Their end is near. The arrogance and ignorance will drive them to their death.

It’s the contamination that’s been so shocking. Infected to the core, it appears for some. The Faustian deal, again and again. Selling your soul to the devil… a promise of great riches. You are a fool to believe. You’ve given away something priceless, a reality impossible to replicate. A treasure beyond our limited thought processes. The heaven you seek, the happiness you dream. You’ve been conned. It’s not funny any more.

So we’ve arrived where we are. A world on the brink. Human life dispensable, a mere inconvenience. Blood and death fill the screens, the mind controlling boxes in your living room. Those newspapers you read every morning. You think you’re free, think again. You are a slave. You can be bought and sold. But one day you will be held to account. And you can’t blame anyone else.

These are all ways of the old. The new is here, but silent and invisible still. Or so it seems. But I know it’s real . The battle has begun. The Sacred Feminine doesn’t battle though.  Oh yes she can. Her warrior spirit is great indeed. She has a mind as clear as flowing water in a mountain stream, a vision so precise that nothing escapes her viewing.  She has wisdom, handed down from generations of wise mothers. She knows the secrets of the Earth, she can read the symbols in the sky. She has a womb that nurtures life. She can create, life springs forth from her body. She has been feared for thousands of years. The war on woman has raged, much blood has been lost. Many minds destroyed, many spirits depressed. But the spirit can never be destroyed. It simply reinvigorates itself… passing on to the next and the next.

The power of knowing is not for sale.  It cannot be bought and cannot be sold… nor stolen. This power so great has instilled fear in the minds of men. They’ve burnt, they’ve slaughtered, they’ve chained, they’ve imprisoned. But they’ve never accessed this illusive presence embedded in the woman.

Of course the Sacred Feminine is not simply a gender. Of course it can play out that way.

I wish you courage and strength in the challenges you face…. lotsa luv

marilynxxx

 

‘Protect yourself and those you love, as you see fit’  Krystal Madison

It’s been a hell of a few months  and an even bigger week.  Climaxing with a trip to the hospital in an ambulance late yesterday… with chest pains and blood pressure dangerously high.  The ‘invasion’ here at Mahalia has taken its effect.  I’ve tried the talking, the asking, the pleading, on ears filled with other concerns… work, profit, getting the job done, with no regard for human casualties.  Yes, that’s not new.  But to have it so close is a massive shock.  And we know how shock affects the human body.

At present I cannot afford to feel any heightened emotions… I need to keep myself calm.  I may need to leave here, stay away until they’re finished.  I don’t know where or how.  And my dear familiar, Snowie, where do I take her?

I’ve mentioned before, I have Gypsy blood.  Being a ‘Lightworker’, peace lover, I’ve not turned to it much.  A few times, when I felt my life was threatened.  Mum said her Dad was a Gypsy.  She painted the most exotic picture.  A dashingly handsome man with black hair and piercing dark eyes… who opened beer bottles with his large white teeth.  He was a Devlin.  An Irish Travellers name I’ve been told.  He was born in Glasgow, Scotland where he lived until coming to Australia around 1910.  I never met him, so only have the stories. But yes, I feel his presence and those of his ancestors.

Mum’s acute sixth sense was just a plaything for us as kids, like a game.  Once when we were still young we were walking up the street to catch the bus in Sydney, where we lived.  It was quite a steep hill, we couldn’t see the buses from where we were.  ‘What bus is coming Mum?’ we’d ask her.  We’d get to the top of the hill and there it was.  She was always right.  We laughed and laughed.  It was a play thing.  But unfortunately it isn’t.  Not understanding what it was, how could we?   As I grew older, I observed my mother and this ability she had to see behind steel.  I don’t think she understood it either.  This was to her detriment in the end.  This ‘taking on’ I believe contributed to her early death.

This is not my path… an early death.  I will not and am not taking on the victim role.  This has gone for far too long.  I will not do from anger, but I will do from strength.  I know I’ve inherited the genes of the Gypsy line.  I’ve seen and remembered things.  I remembered how to curse.  Not the words of a Lightworker?  Gypsy lore is eye for an eye.  All fair in love and war.  My responsiblity is to protect myself, my precious life, and those of my loved ones.  I am not a sheep to the slaughter.

It’s taken a while… sixty-six in just over a month.  I’m ready to be who I am.  Of course I wish no ‘body’ any harm.  But to protect myself I will do what is needed.

It can take many years to understand your uniqueness.  Nothing was created without due consideration.  It was created to be used.  So conditioned from childhood we are, to become a loyal member of the masses.  This can kill us.

My dear Dad’s favourite expression… ‘there’s no such thing as a coincidence’.  I feel a strength and presence revealing itself.  Yes, It’s been here all along… but maybe now’s the time to use it.

What is ‘magick’ after all… the understanding of nature’s laws, of how energy works.

 

I wish you well… lotsa luv marilynxxx

 

 

Dreamtime Sisters… by Colleen Wallace Numgari

Waves of change keep crashing, I hold my breath and surface… the ocean is enormous, I need to get to shore.  Monstrous, dark and threatening,  waves just keep on pounding… they pummel me into the sand.  My head is hurt.  I pray to God.  I need to win.

A little colourful yes… (and weeks of a creative writing course).  How would you describe the current times?

The collective energy has changed… a world at war.  What is done to one, is felt by all.  The constant exposure to killing and trauma creates a hyper vigilant state in us all.  Our nervous systems on high alert, the slightest thing will set them off.

Why are people fighting?  Oh yes, its familiar.  Been going on for such a very, very long time.  No, no, it’s not normal, in fact it’s light years away.  We’ve lost our sensitivity to another’s suffering.   As we fall deeper into the maya our confusion grows.  We pray to God to save us.  All of course in vain.  God is asking us to be the human being we are.  He’s passed the baton, it’s not his doing… we are responsible for what’s happening here.  Only we can change it, but it takes our dedication… are we ready, to commit to Peace.  It will take our all… we’re in the danger zone.

We can’t separate what’s happening outside… from what’s happening inside ourselves.  We are all being called, to stand at our posts, to play our parts.  The time has come, no more time for games.  The survival of humanity hangs precariously by a string.  These are times of great suffering as well as great joy, understanding and incredible clarity.  We are greater than we think.  We are more powerful than we know.  We are capable of great things.  We have a Heart full of loving.  It’s time to come together to defeat the darkness, the ignorance, the confusion.  It is time to come and stand together, shoulder to shoulder bringing our loving, our kindness and our giving.  Be a part of the greatest healing  this Earth has ever known.

It’s time.

much love… marilynxxx