Cosmic Updates/Blog

 

Living in Dreamtime. . .what does that mean?  Well, I thought. . . it’s Aboriginal knowledge. . . their connection to the Land.  But it’s real, it exists. . .and being here, I’ve got to know it. . . It creeps further and further. . .into my living.

Everything has its own vibration. . .its own speed. . .the physical and mental for example,  the physical vibrates at a much slower rate than the mental. . .that’s why often when disharmony has manifested in the physical, it takes much longer to correct.  Whereas the Mental field is fast, fast, fast. . . .why our bodies have trouble keeping up with our minds. . . they vibrate differently.

Earth vibration is much slower. . .it’s like another reality. . .it has its own way of operating. . and knows what it’s doing.  There’s no need to rush. . .’cause there’s nowhere to go. . .all exists here and now. . .awaiting my discovery.  I call it Magick. . .’cause it’s magick to me. . . .there are layers upon layers. . of energy. . .so much to experience.  Life is perfect. . .it was created that way. . .my long-awaited wisdom, come now in my senior years. . . is that, it works magickally. . .when I let go.

I don’t think those words were in my vocabulary. . .”where there’s a will, there’s a way”, was a much more familiar mantra. . .really, it’s a miracle I’m still alive.  Having a body that was struck down by a very nasty virus, left it weaker than ‘normal’. . . so what did I do. . . push it and push it and push it.

I guess I had to learn to Love myself. . .it’s been a long and sometimes challenging journey. . .but no regrets, I’m here right now. . .and I feel amazingly blessed and loved and protected.  Yes, Life is a journey, to where we do not know. . . .but we get to experience it. . .and along the way discover our wisdom.  The creation of ALL is a masterpiece, unique and standing apart. . .but we get to experience it. . .each and every second.

It takes a lot of surrender. . . and believing in yourself. . .a lot of love, a lot of trust and a lot of gentleness. . . .sometimes these are hard learnt discoveries.  But what I do know is Life is a gift. . .a gift beyond comparison. . .and I get to experience it now. . .who knows what will happen tomorrow.

So now I’m living in Dreamtime. . . .I really, really like it. . .who would have known. .. .what existed behind the veil. . .well I guess you need to discover that for yourself. . . .Life is Pure Magick. . . . .

 

lotsa luv

healing, love and magick

marilynxxxx

‘my well used resting lounge’

Wondering. . . only very occasionally. . .if I sound like I’m trying to convince myself, or off with the Faeries. . . .well no. . . .I’m really experiencing it.

It hasn’t always been like this. . . .I’ve travelled to the depths. . . Hade, my constant companion for a while.   Everything had to crash, before it could be reborn.  The Magick I experience, I see, I write about. . .is real.  I could never have imagined seeing what I see. . .or feeling what I feel.  I see it as the most amazing gift.  Or a place that was accessible only after all the hard work. .. all the initiations.  Is hard work necessary. . . I don’t know. . . but I know that I’ve put in many hours, many days, many months, many years. . . .and now I’m here.  I don’t have to pinch  myself. . .’cause it’s as real as real. . . wherever I look, Love and  beauty is.

I’ve touch on my early years, in one of my posts here. . . my journey began at 3 yrs old. . .well actually earlier really, as the Virus was the result of something. . . it wasn’t accidental.  All things happen in response to something else. . .everything is connected, especially our mind and our body.  Yes, there were many years where I descended to the depths. . .not understanding what I needed to learn. . .my path hasn’t been easy.

But I stand here now. . .in such a brilliant place. . .it’s as if who I really am. . .is now manifesting.  I’ve been told before, by others, that I carry many gifts, brought over from my Ancestors. . .but I need to experience something to really believe.  I’m not cynical, although I thought I may be when I was younger. . .I’m just very cautious. . .I don’t believe things easily. . .I have to know them,  within my being.  Yes, maybe it’s the hard way. . .a lot easier to just believe. . .but that’s how I was created, so that’s how it’s been.

My ‘experiences’ began very early. . .and they continued and continued. . .wondering at times, what on earth was wrong with me.  “Why can’t I be just like others” I’d think to myself. . . well, I think the answer to this is obvious, I’m not!  We all are unique,  in our very essence. . .brilliant creations, every single one of us.  So if we don’t shine our brilliance. . .what an incredible loss. . .the whole creation process blows my mind. . .so brilliant, the most incredible brilliance used in creating all.

Now I get to be an observer. . . .and I guess things needed to happen, so that could occur. . . .yes my dear Body. . .my constant companion.  With an over-energised mental body, a weakened physical body and a Healer nature. . . there’ve been a lot of lessons. . . .let go, slow down. . . .see the magick.

So yes I’ve slowed down. . and yes I’ve let go, not without some tiny grumbles at times. . . .and what has happened has blown me away.  I now live in Magick. . .and the most Divine Creation. . . .I see Love, I smell Love. . . I feel it all around me. . . .yes Healing is Happening. . . .and Healing has happened.  So I know it can. . . .you just need to want it.

 

love. light, magick and healing

marilynxxxx

‘arriving home’

I love life

I love living

I love all

that surrounds me

I love this

incredible

Earth

her blessings

indescribable

I adore my gifts

I adore my blessings

I relish

my breath

it just keeps

on coming

I know it will

end

that was the deal

so I celebrate

this life

whilst

I have it

I sing

I dance

I love

more and more

I bow

my head

to all

that gives

my cells

zing

with life

they radiate

love

the greatest

of

all

miracles

is

happening

now

thank you

marilynxxxx

                      ‘Nature always giving’

Just started thinking about ‘giving’. . . .what is giving?  What do I give and what is worth receiving?  I was given Life, I was given parents, I was given a home, I was given an education.  I was given encouragement, I was given hope, I was given support, I was given an environment to flourish in.  These were all given. . . .and were received by me. . . .thus giving and receiving are mutually receptive.

I read and hear. . .that it’s good to give. . .. what do I have that’s worthy of receiving.  We live in a world with so much activity, giving and receiving have become Big Business.  But what is really worthy of receiving?  We live in a market place. . .of global dimensions. . .giving and receiving crossing many borders. . . .many people involved in this activity.

If we shave it all down. . .what do we need. . .food in our belly, water to hydrate. . .adequate clothing to keep us warm. . . some kind of shelter to protect us from the elements.  We need love, we need kindness, we need care and warmth. . . we need understanding and forgiveness. . .we need to feel good about ourself. . . .we need to feel at peace within. . . .we need to feel love in our heart.

So where do we go, who is giving all these things. . . .yes the physical needs, Big Business takes control. . . .but what about the other, where do we go. . . .I believe, we need to look within.  Yes, it’s nice to get it from others, but that hole will never be filled. . .by another’s love and kindness. . . .we need our own.  In built. . .within us. . . .is the most amazing treasure. . . .riches and gold. . .could never ever compare.  We were created with kindness, we were created with love. . .we are made of these ingredients. . .we carry them around at all times.

So what do I have that is worthy of receiving. . . .well I can’t give you love. . .or really, even kindness. . . .oh yes I can try. . .but I might get in the way. . . .the treasure you seek. . . lies deep within your soul.  When we access this treasure. . .buried deeply within. . . .love and kindness just come naturally. . . .they don’t need to be beckoned.

I can’t really give you wisdom. . .I can cradle my own. . .it gives me much pleasure. . .to understand and to know. . .but I can’t give it to you. . . you carry your own.  I can give you token gifts. . . .but really what are they worth. . . .will they touch that hunger you have inside. . . .I don’t think so.

Now look. . . .I’m a Virgo. . . kindness and care are second nature. . .and ‘how can I serve’ a familar mantra. . .but I also understand, my giving is so tiny. . . compared to the giving that is constantly happening.  Yes, it sometimes confuses me. . . .especially in the ‘Market Place’. . . .what do I have that really has value.  I’ve learnt a lot about value over these last 12 months. . . .been big learning times haven’t they, for us all. . . .but they’re trying to direct us. . . .to where we’ll really find the treasure. . . .And with the latest amazing Venus eclipse. . . .’Value’ vibrations were powerfully present. . .everything is energy, just ‘cos we don’t see it, doesn’t mean it isn’t happening.

One of the amazing gifts. . .my Ancestors blessed me. . . .was a powerful sensitivity to unmanifest energy. . . .it’s an incredible gift.. . . .and at times it has its challenges. . . .but I’m super grateful for all that they’ve given me.  So during that amazing transit of Venus to our Sun. . . .the energy was powerful, present and alive.  It changed my life. . .it changed my deep sense of value. . . .well, yes, everything is a process. . . .and this one was ripe for flowering.

So Life is giving. . . .without interruption. .  .it gives and it gives. . . .and never stops giving.  We live in a paradise. . .called Earth, a planet especially chosen. .  for us to inhabit.  Nature’s giving is awesome to witness.  The air is giving and so is the water. . . .the space we exist in. . . .gives support for our body.  And then the body. . .it keeps giving and giving. . . keeping us alive, so we can pursue our purpose.

In light of all of this. . . .my giving is puny. . . .and yes, at the same time. . .I’m a part of the one energy field. . . .that is Life in this universe.

So maybe it’s my Pisces Midheaven. . . .or  my ‘purist’ Virgo Sun. . . .or my Gemini Ascendant that thinks too much. . . .or my Capricorn Moon knowing that Time controls all. . . . .or maybe just because I’m a Human Being. . . .who is being given to by Life. . . . .what is giving. . . .and what is receiving.

 

get in touch with the invisible. . .. on this gorgeous Pisces Moon weekend

much love

marilynxxx

‘Rays of Venus beam down thru the Sun’

It’s 8.25am. . . .it’s just beginning, the day. . . .today is perfect. .. all the black clouds gone, not even a whisper of wind. . .. and the sky. . . .

the softest, gentlest, gorgeous blue.

The Sun radiating warmth and love, . . . what a contrast, to the last few days. . . .all the yuckies blown away.

It’s incredibly still and quiet. . . .all speaking in hushed voices. . . .all aware, of what is happening. . . you can just FEEL it.

A solitary bird grabs a worm. . . .a crow broadcasts the welcoming trumpet. . . .letting all know, it’s about to begin . . .but the rest

an amazing silence.

It’s one of those times, it’s easy to see. . . .that all is one . . . all is connected. . . there’s no doubt in my mind, all await her.

A silent reverence, most obvious.

The occasional one excited to a peak. . . cannot contain his joy. . . his throaty, musical notes float thru the air.

Excitement is building, it’s obvious. . . you can feel it. . . but most are happy to sit in silence.

The Goddess . . . .soon making an appearance.

You can feel it in the air the presence building. . . .who needs telescopes when you get to witness. . . .everything is visible,

everything can be experienced.

All is one and one is all, we are all a part of this incredible majesty.

Such a strength of gentleness fills the air,  feel it. . . .moving thru my skin.   It directs itself to my heart centre . . . .

Venus is showering her almighty Love. . . on me.

Venus’s Love is showering the Earth,  a rare and oh so precious experience. . . I can feel her love, I can feel her sweetness, I can feel her joy

I can feel her gentleness. . . . She is the Goddess of Love. . . .there is no doubt here.  . . .the air is now filled

with her presence.

I feel her energy around my heart and throat. . .her energy is penetrating, doing its healing.  Love is the greatest healing force there is. . . there is none that exist that is any stronger.

Hard to find words to describe what’s happening. . . it’s real, it’s full. . . .Venus is with us.

I can hear her sweet voice, spreading love to the world. . . .love the only answer. . .her beauty sublime.  The beauty of Love no greater beauty exists. . . .in all of creation.

So I sit in this time. . . .so still. . .all is quiet. . .except the occasional excited chatter. . . .but most in awe of the Goddess’s presence. . . .and soaking up her precious energy.

I sit here seeing. . .we are all one. . . the birds, the bees, the insects and the rocks. . . .the trees, the soil and the water. . . .all standing still and absorbing the energy.

We all feel, we all experience. . .we all absorb the energy around us. . .I feel my heart muscles loosen, my throat relaxing. . .my  head space beaming with all the Love Light. . . .all are in process. . . .by the most Divine Love Healing.

This is an occaision beyond debate. . . .this is now really happening.

She’s showering all her Love upon us. . . I close my eyes, I feel my body. . .it’s ringing, it’s zinging with energy.  I can feel it moving further and further down into every cell space.  By this time I’ve taken off all my clothing and I’m having a Venus bath. . .and it feels incredible. . . . I live on a large property, so have lots of privacy. . .which is fantastic. . .and oh so freeing.  I feel it penetrate my skin and move thru my body. . .doing it’s healing work. . . .Love makes us surrender.

She’s here to remind us. . .at this most critical stage. . .that what our heart really sings for. . .it sings for Love, it sings for Beauty. . .it sings to luxuriate. . .in oneness.  She’s here to remind us, that we carry all these things. . .within us. . . .we only need to turn. . . .and face her.

So off with my clothes. . .stretched out on the sun bed. . . .I want Venus energy all over my skin. . . .I feel her healing, I feel her Love. . .on every pore of my skin’s covering.  I feel her gently pass thru this boundary. . .permission given of course.  I feel her travel thru every which means. . .. to locate every bit of surface within my physical anatomy.

Love is healing. . .I’ve always known. . . .I used to have it written on my A-frame at my front door. . .but here I am experiencing it directly. . . .it really doesn’t get anymore direct than this.

This is an amazing gift. . .an incredible blessing. . . this is real healing. . . .dearest Earthlings miracles are happening.  our job to be aware. . .of what we give our precious attention. . .all we need is here and now. . . in what direction am I facing.

Basking in her rays. . . .I focus on my Sacrum. . .which has been getting my attention for a while now. . .. flashed back to when I was 2 yrs old. . . a Venus little girl I truly was. . . .but I twisted and turned to avoid the approach. . . .even energy from their eyes.  my Venus was blocked at such a tender age. . .I then took on my Mars. . . .early photos show this clearly.

Hiding away my Venus. . .was very obvious. . . .and those around me seemed to support this.

I have such a gift. . . .such a precious gift. . .my sensitivity to energy, my blessed, sacred connection to the Land. . . .and with my love of writing, I will express it. . .journey’s of sacred discovery.

So my Sacrum is connected to the loss of Venus. . .at such an early stage of my existence here.  And now she’s here to let me take back my power. . . my power of love, my power of beauty. . . my power of attraction.

Boundaries now strong, grown into a woman. . .now release from the shackles of others.

The stillness is amazing. . . .almost not a single sound. . .so engrossed in receiving, receiving. . . .everything is focused on Venus.  Yes a rare and precious moment, not because of the Astronomy. . .yes, we can see with our eyes. . .but are we also feeling it. . .’cause it’s happening here and now. . . in real-time.

And what a most amazing place to experience this ‘life energy’. . .than here at Mahalia.  A Sacred Ceremonial ground. . . .there is no doubt about the credentials,

The Venus experience. . . .one I’ll always remember. . .she entered me. . . .and changed my biology. . . .life is a miracle. . . .

oodles of love

marilynxxx

‘seeing into the distance’

As I mentioned before, I have a strong sense to uncover. . .could be Mars in Scorpio, delving into the most hidden corners.  Having a serious illness as a child peaked my curiosity. . .’cause what I  heard and what I ‘saw’ and what I felt. . . often were very different.

I clearly remember a time. . .I was about 7 yrs old, I was sitting with my parents at a big desk. . .  well it looked huge to me. . . and the other side was my Doctor and he was talking (about me) to my parents.  I remember he had a kind face, and radiated caring energy. . but it was the words coming out of his mouth that caught my attention. .  I said to myself quietly. . .”He has no idea what he’s talking about”.  Now I certainly don’t imply any disrespect for this man, most obviously left from this Earth now, but from a very young age, before this time, I had the uncanny ability to ‘know’ and ‘see’ things.

I was only very small when I went to live in the hospital. . . so obviously a lot of different emotions were raging thru me.  But the memory of ‘seeing’ and ‘knowing’ are strong. . .it was like I was standing somewhere else and observing the scene.  I  saw children leave their bodies and float thru the air, could hear the distress but I saw they were fine.  Their bodies were no longer capable of holding their soul. . .others were sad but they were OK.

I felt lots of fear in the atmosphere, it wasn’t the children. . .it was the medical staff. . .’cause ‘inside’ they had no idea what to do.  These are my memories,  the memories of a small child.  Children are a lot more aware than most think. . .their intuitive sense is foremost in their body system.  But when our bodies are small, no one really listens. . .they believe we don’t know. . .how on earth could we?

But I know different. . .and in the most extreme circumstances. . .life and death. . .fear and panic.

Yes, of course I was affected. . . .the human psychology works that way. . . I carried the memories, the fear and the confusion.  But it also gave me the opportunity to search for answers. . .seek and ye shall find. . . I certainly took advantage.

The body and the psyche work as one. . .so yes there have been physical symptoms attached on this journey. . . but that’s OK, I don’t think I’d swap it. . . .I’ve had a life rich in learning.

I’m still learning now. . .the journey continues. . . my body and me, intimate companions.  And coming as a Virgo, you have to have a giggle. . . Virgo’s body’s are probably THE MOST sensitive. . . .and also the magnificent connection between mind and body.

Virgo is the Healer, the Goddess, the Purifier. . . .she’s more familiar with ‘other’ dimensions. . .of ‘beings’ on this planet.  She connects with the essence, the ‘invisible’ approach her. . .she has such a kind heart. . .she just want to ease all that suffering.

But she’s a delicate soul. . .she’s a different kind of Earth. . . she’s the energy that creates the physical earth that we live on.

So if you pass a Virgo along the road. . . .give her a smile. . .from your heart. . .she needs this. . . to carry on.

 

oodles of love

marilynxxx

 

 ‘ sunrise on a cold Autumn morning’

 

The 50’s were. . .as they were; coming out the other side of a world war and a depression. . .creating a new frontier.  The media portrayed the ‘Perfect’ scene, all was well on the home front.  The ‘Stepford Wives’ comes to mind. . .but in reality it was far removed from what was really going on.  Wounded men back from the war. . . .Post Traumatic Stress wasn’t recognised then. . .in some families life was a hell of a lot less than  perfect.

A lot of men signed up. . . .and they were only kids; boys being boys. . .off for an adventure, be brave and save your country.  No one could have foreseen the damage that would be wreaked on communities.  Many returned servicemen needing a lot of help, but a lot of them just turned to grog.  Domestic violence was hidden but there. . .these men weren’t coping. . .and it was very obvious.  Sure, not all would have fallen into this hole. . . .but there were a lot. . .and it was never spoken of.  Just ask any Vet what is was like in a war. . how they felt, how they struggled when they returned.

The 50’s were an ‘interesting’ time. . .for many reasons.

The last Polio epidemic hit Australia in 1951. . . a few years before the vaccination. putting all these elements together in a community. . .a lot of different energy is generated.  I guess the choice was to create a fantasy life. . .bit like how we do now with the internet.  Humans like to create they do. . .just sometimes this energy is used in the wrong way.  So what’s wrong with ‘creating’ a new image for all to follow. . .. well fantasy and reality often don’t meet in the middle.

Money was scarce, men back from the war. . .focus on beginning a new life. . .of abundance and growth, well I guess it gave people some hope or something to work towards.

But everything needs to begin with ‘me’, who I am, what I want. . . .you can’t take the outside image and paste it on yourself. . . .needs to be real, needs support.

So having Polio in the 50’s was full of many things. . .how did it happen and what was our response.

I read an article of the epidemic in the U.S. . . . .they spoke about the fear being at epidemic levels. . .people would cross the road to avoid a family whose child had been ‘struck down’ with the virus, people would  no longer visit. But strangely the thing most people feared, was not dying but being disabled. . . .now that’s very telling of the time. . . .the fear of not being ‘NORMAL’.

I’ve read stories of other people who succumbed to the Virus. . .now I think of myself as an individual, not an ‘average’ person. . .but reading these stories was like reading my own. . .it gave me goosebumps. . .and I wondered, how is this possible. . .that our experiences were the same.  The word ‘NORMAL’ comes up a lot in these stories, people relate of their journey with Polio. . .and it’s a word I have used often. . . . and still do at times. . .a bit less now.

In the decade of ‘NORMAL’. . .down to the “T”. . . .here are all these little children. . .with deformed bodies. . .society in general found this very difficult to accept.  They thought all the bad stuff had gone away, here was a new time when everything was perfect. . . .look at the pictures, smiling faces, lovely cotton sun dress,  a freshly ironed apron. . .hair that’s been coutured, full make-up applied. . .the perfect housewife. . . .doing all her chores.  Perfect children, so neat and clean. . .spotless houses. . .all in order.  Except when the door was closed. . .and the demons began haunting. . . .nightmares from the war often came visiting.

So when you take in the whole picture. . .yes there are stories to tell. . .it’s all an evolution. . .learning how to be real.  And all that happens in our life. . .is really a blessing. . .we get to learn, we get to experience. . . . . .the human condition.  And we get to pursue. . .. HEALING.

 

bucketloads of love

marilynxxx

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

‘my beautiful Mum’

We didn’t have a car. . .it was 1951. . .so public transport was how we got around.  We were living in Ultimo. . Harris St, there was a small Men’s Barber shop at the front with a residence behind.  We. . me, Mum & Dad were living with relatives and it was Mum’s brother’s father in- law that was the local Barber.  I can still recall the light blue colour in the shop, the shape and the steps and door into the living area. . .that’s about all. . . .ooh and of course the little backyard.  It was only about 6 metres square. . .all brick, with high brick walls.. . .don’t recall there being much of a garden. . .just an area to sit and play.

Well, Mum’s emergency signal was activated and she knew what she had to do.  I read a bit about the epidemic in 1951 and how people were generally on alert. . . a lot of fear in the air, as the virus was targeting children. . .and consequences of infection could be fatal.  Yes, Mum had laser vision that could penetrate steel. . .but add to that the heightened anxiety existing in the community.  No one knew who would go down with it next.  It appeared to target with random selection. . . .no-one being safe from its insidious energy.

Within a very brief space of time we were on the bus heading toward the hospital.

I really don’t remember much about the hospital’s environment. . .there are times I’ve spontaneously ‘gone back’ and awoken certain memories, but most of it’s still hidden.  I have heard, that they may not have been the friendliest place for a child. . .the attitude toward children had a certain flavour back then. . . .’to be seen and not heard’.

Anyway we arrived, my poor dear Mum must have been feeling terrible. . .she ‘knew’ something was wrong. . .there was no doubt in her mind.  After the usual waiting time, filling out forms etc. . .we went in to see the Doctor.  “There’s something wrong with her” my Mother said. .  the Doctor began his examination.  Some time elapsed and “I can’t find anything wrong”. . . .  “well look again”, “there is something there” Mum insisted.  I can imagine the atmosphere.  A young Mother with her little girl, a Doctor being challenged. . . .I can almost feel the vibes. But Mum insisted, she would not leave. . .Another examination, still nothing. . .”she probably just wants attention” says Dr. . .I can almost see the steam now coming from my Mum’s head. . .”she’s not that kind of child” Mum sternly retorted.

From personal experience, I can imagine, the atmosphere becoming very heated.

“Well, if you insist, there will be a specialist here late this afternoon, you can stay and see him if you want” was the Dr’s final response. . .so she did.

If I step back a bit and take in all the scene. . . it was 1951 and a Polio Epidemic was raging, children dropping. . .all over Sydney.  Mum cradling her 3 yr old, sitting in a cold and sterile hospital ALL DAY. . .knowing something was wrong, and wanting someone to confirm it.  It must have been incredibly difficult.  But a Mother’s love is fiercely protective, nothing will get in the way of a Mother saving her baby.

Later that afternoon the specialist arrived and we soon went in to see him. . . the same procedure began, an examination completed. . .”There’s nothing wrong” the specialist says. . . .well I can just about imagine Mum at that point. . .ready to explode!  “There is something wrong” she said, I want you to examine her again. . . .so very reluctantly he did. . .

and then “By God! I believe it’s the first stages of Polio”. . . “I knew there was something wrong” said Mum.

But I guess then the reality set in. . .and a very new chapter began. . .nothing would remain the same.

 

 

‘The Heart of the City’. . . .done in memory of my dearest Mum

Boy. . .haven’t even begun to type. . .but approaching this chapter has brought up many body symptoms. . ..my belly is tight, anxiety present, so too my chest. . .now my throat is restricting.  Need to breathe deeply. . .slowly. . .one by one. . .you are safe marilyn. . .you are here and now. . .no one can hurt you. . . .anymore.  Tears are beginning to well behind my eyes, my chest so sore, my throat so raw. . . .the Body, a magnificence beyond duplication. . . .everything exist there. . .I just need the right password. . .to enter her world of past, present and future.

So gently I’ll go. . .step by step. . .what feels safe. . .what feels protected.  A lot is happening.  Who would have thought, just by beginning to write. . . it all comes alive. . . . the body communicating its memories.

Such a need for gentleness with myself. . .a life full of memories stored in my cells. . .yes, I’ve been getting help to release these gently. . . .but only I can experience my Body. . .she is the Goddess of the Sacred Chamber of my ‘gatherings’.

Yes I’ve been a Gatherer. . . collected much on my journey. . .stored it all away. . .away from my awareness. . .poked down, hidden away. . .now I don’t see it. . . .ah no, no, no. . . .it’s all still alive there.  Gentleness, gentleness, kindness and caring. . .all these needed to approach this chamber.  And as I begin to love and care, show unlimited kindness to myself. . .then surprise, surprise. . .it all floods in from others.

So gently, gently I’ll begin this second chapter. . . .my dear Mum’s high-powered vision caught something quickly.  The saddest thing about my dearest Mother, is she never really understood all her magickal powers. . . they could have helped her. . .to transform the victim. And maybe that’s why ‘they’ won’t allow me to do the same. . .mind you it’s taken some time. . .I’m now 63. . . better late than never, I always say. . .with a Capricorn Moon I’m a bit of a late bloomer.

I did all the classes in ‘Practical’ in my early years. . .must have asked to ‘experience everything for myself’. . . .ask and it will be given. . .yes it works that way. . . .did I say I’m ALL 7’s (numerologically). . .yes ALL 7’s. . .well say  no more!

So I’ve already written a lot and I haven’t begun, but it needs to be real, here and now. . .so I accept all that needs to be expressed.

Mum picked me up and off we went. . .Camperdown Children’s Hospital, yes I remember it. ( The tightness in my chest is increasing as I write. . .slowly, slowly, just do what feels good.)

Usually when I’ve recalled this story. . .I found it quite humorous. . .my dear Mother and the Doctors locking heads in a battle.  But it needs to be told here, with respect to my Body.

In fact I may need to leave it here. . .till later. . . .my Body really doesn’t want to go there just yet. . .

So Camperdown Children’s Hospital will need to wait until tomorrow

healing, love, magick and unlimited blessings

oodles of love

marilynxxx

‘My Body and Me’ was going to be the  name of my first book. . .. still may be, wait and see.  The journey with my Body has been long and learning. . .she’s taken me places, I would not voluntarily have offered.  I love her, I do, she’s just been a hard task master. . . ‘learning you want’ she says. . . ‘learning you’re getting’.

There must have been some wish before coming. . .to learn about the greatest of all creations, I obviously asked for it. . .’ask and it will be given’.  But you know what it’s like, with this anaesthetized air on Earth, not long after we arrive. . . .we conveniently forget everything.  On to a  new planet, strangeness everywhere. . .all our focus is just on surviving.  And the many calls for help. . .seem overwhelming. . .so many cries I hear, so much needs mending.

But you were told it would be hard, when you asked to come. . . you were told you would forget. . .but you just could not ever have imagined. . .what it would really be like.

Yes the Body is the only way I can exist on this planet. . .a Master Creation. . .surely unfathomable. . .but it has its quirks. . .it has its ways. . of communicating. . .when it’s not functioning as it needs to.

So back to the present. . .I can tell you a whole story of ‘before’, I will one day. . .when the Book’s finally done, and that will be only one. . .there will be more.

So my Body and me have been great companions. . . she’s needed extra care on my journey.  It seems it was the cause of a Virus. . .a real nasty one at that. . .but who knows how it works and what we need to happen, to learn what we’ve asked.

I was only little. . .just 3 yrs old. . .my Mum was watching me from the kitchen window. . .I was playing in the small brick walled, inner city Sydney suburb, backyard.  It was 1951 and families didn’t have a lot of money there. . but there was a community spirit that made up for any perceived losses.

Anyway Mum had eyesight like high-powered laser beams. . .the daughter of a Gypsy. . .her senses were extremely heightened.  As she was ‘keeping an eye’ as she did her chores. . .she noticed my neck falling to the side. . .that’s all she needed. . .up I was and on the way to the Camperdown Children’s Hospital. . . .which then became my home for some time.

Next chapter tomorrow . . . . .. .

lotsa luv all

marilynxxx

(recovering at home today. . .from a day of ‘struggling’ with my body. . . sigh. . . .you think I’d be used to it by now. . . . .but it always takes me by surprise. . .and I think I’m smart. . . . .!!!!   xxx)