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It’s a sensitive time

It’s been a while since I’ve written here… gave up Facebook and adopted Substack. All there, seemed to be praising it’s originality, simplicity and as a port for ‘good’ writers.

It is… at the same time… there’s the familiar space… that social media tends to generate.

I still find myself scrolling (in mindless moments) … albeit through some clever and talented folk’s expression.

But it’s still busy… and crowded. I want to run away… to some quiet space somewhere where I don’t feel overwhelmed with all the noise and activity.

Sigh… sensitivity.

The word sensitive… so often used it becomes lost in translation… losing its significance on our very real existence.

But the experience of it remains the same.

So it’s nice to come back to this quiet, still space… my own little space. I love the quiet, I really love the quiet… it’s my favourite thing.

Of course nothing is silent… in real life, that is… the heavenly sounds of existence so full in its expression. Like a heavenly choir of Angels… such fine voices… only heard by the most eager and hungry for that special essence of everything.

It’s been an extra wild time… buying a new home (from a less than nice vendor☹️)… the whole process. And this time buying with my son (house costs are extreme).

I’ve never bought with anyone before… and this is my 8th. Sounds a lot… but I moved on every 5-7yrs (the Gypsy blood).

And houses were soooo much cheaper then. Our current times are extreme… in almost every way.

Last week we had Alfred… first cyclone in these parts (Northern NSW)… in 50 years. They rarely happen here. Our ocean’s warming… sigh… climate change.

Then yesterday that motherfucker of a Blood Red Full Moon Solar Eclipse. Totally flattened me. Only off bed to get food and drink… etc.

I crashed. I’m familiar with the journey of these. Being an HSP (Highly Sensitive Perception)… and carrying the impacts of a nasty virus I had as a toddler.

My dear, wonderful, highly receptive nervous system… so focal in my journey through life.

It’s a Virgo Full Moon Solar Eclipse… opposite all that potent gathering in Pisces.

So much… tender stuff… coming up to be seen once again… and now finally let go of?? I dearly hope so.

There’s no time like now.

Our influences go back generations… we’re full of our ancestors… yet our path and dharma is our own.

Being Earth creatures… we get there step by step. It’s just sometimes we see the urgency up close and personal.

Some of this letting go has been carried for hundreds of years. Stamped so clearly in our DNA.

These are BIG times… change is no longer an option. It needs to happen now. For all of us.

Hitting you full and central.

Love to you… marilyn🌺🩷🌺

‘to the stories that arise when our own human imagination becomes entangled with the imagination of the other-than-human world around us…’ Dr Sharon Blackie

It was the 6th of June 2012. A special year of magickal manifestations.

Venus was crossing the Sun. It was getting a lot of press. I was eager to watch… I searched the house the night before… for a little piece of alfoil.

I didn’t buy it… but thought a piece may have come from somewhere. I wanted to create a home-made concoction so I could view the eclipse with my eyes.

Alas I found no alfoil… not even a skerrick. Somewhat disappointedly I said… ‘well, I’ll just have to feel it.’

Never imaging the panoramic show that would unfold… for my own personal viewing.

It was palpable… immediately colliding with my body.

As I walked out the kitchen door… onto the deck… the deafening silence… no bird sound.

Morning and no bird sound… Mahalia was bird paradise.

It was early still… 8am. Venus eclipsing Sun was scheduled around 11am.

The atmosphere was thick… I’m not sure I’ll ever find words to describe it. Maybe there aren’t any. But I can still see it… experience it inside me.

The glorious morning winter Sun was still fresh in the sky. My sun bed faced the rising sun. I lay down, horizontal… I wanted to absorb every particle.

The amazing silent air was radiating reverence. It was so powerful. The reverence was viscerally felt. This excitement… this honouring… this exalted presence.

‘It’s Venus’ … I said to myself… ‘they’re all awaiting the Goddess’. It was so palpable. The entire environment awaiting her arrival.

I stripped off… wanting to feel those potent Sun and Venus rays all over my skin.

The most extraordinary personal initiation. As these Venus drenched Sun rays absorbed into my skin… moving inside my body. It was Venus. She’d returned to my body. I saw… she’d been gone since I was 2yrs old.

I’m always amazed at what is possible to experience.

Life is truly holy🩷🩷🙏🏻🩷🩷

a powerful year…🍄🍄

Ancestry will always be strong in me… Sun on IC (imum coeli)… deep in the heart of Cancer’s home.

Right at the core… doesn’t get much deeper than that.

There at my core… that Scorpio blood runs deep. Ancient Sorceress.

Magick light and dark… we walk the path of death and rebirth… while Life dances around us💗💗

Trees – how magnificent they are. How splendiferous. So much beauty floods my being. If we could only see the magick… feel it, know it’s alive.

Know it’s real.

We breathe it in.

It’s what grants us the great Grace… of being here. Alive, present – able to absorb it all… and join in with its celebration of everything.

Much Love 💗🐸💗

2023… 🐝🐝

It’s been a very different year. 

I saw that mystery right at the start… looking at the Birth Chart for 2023. 

The support was obvious… but more like a background/hidden kind… not up front and in your face.

It was a bit of a mystery… right from the start. There was always a question mark attached to its name.

And here we are just a couple of short weeks till its end. We made it through… as they say ‘we live to tell the story’.

Many I’m sure are well and truly immobilsed by all the headlines… internally as well as externally. A huge drama happening within and without.

2024 is the year of the Dragon… my favourite kind. It’s the year of the Wood Dragon.

I don’t have much experience with the Wood element (in Chinese Astrology)… at least not consciously. But I’m happy it’s going to be a Dragon year. Dragon’s are very cool🙂🙂

I think we’re going to have to re-route our curiosities to our internal ecology… our undiscovered treasure chest inside our self. ’Cause I think this sorting out the mess on Earth is going to take a while.

We just correspondingly build our resources. Knowing our values. Living our values. Evolving as a human being… on this amazing planet Earth.

I’ve never been where I’m standing now… it’s a totally unknown presentation. All the familiar landmarks are gone. A bit like being lost at sea. Sigh… Neptune.

I have myself to guide me. And the great force of Love that never abandons me.

I remind myself of my intention… my love, my commitment.

I always have a choice… even though sometimes they might hide in doubt. Which way do I want to go? How can I celebrate this miraculous Life of mine… walk bravely through it all.

Much Love to You💗💗

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Yesterday was tough… 🥰🥰

gorgeous little one😊

as if I didn’t aquire that particular switch.

This unfolding, transformation stuff can be hard at times.

It’s like I couldn’t resist it… even if I tried

Oh yes… it’s had its benefits and gifts. But it’s as if I don’t know another way.

It started early… exposed to out of the ordinary things. Big tests right off.

They say you’re not given anything you don’t have the capacity to handle. And make something good of it.

It was never going to be an ordinary life. It was crafted exactly… to suit your purpose. And sacred evolution.

There is only movement.

Life constantly reaches out… constant creation. This miraculous dance.

I decided to give this new therapist a go… as my search led to her. I trust life.

Her ways different to my way of doing things… permeated as I am with such exquisite sensitivity.

My trainings, gifts, abilities… are body focused. So many secrets she reveals… she holds it all.

My fascination for her never wavers.

But this therapist’s way is different… I resort to resistance. I jump up to defend.

I never realised she was so strong… this other part of me… I made her good. Clever I’ve always been… still, as I venture into older age.

What a trip this life is.

The sessions… nothing much is felt. I’m used to feeling deep and strong… and seeing things. Deeply transforming experiences.

This is different.

Body is always there though…present, active, assimilating, sorting.

Deeply buried stuff is unlocked from its hiding place. This is tough for the body to experience.

Emergency stations.

Sigh… this transformation stuff is hard at times.

And maybe that’s okay… you’ve been strong for so long.

No… never a normal life. How is that possible for anyone.

🧡🧡🧡

Another market day…

You’re going to be okay… I said to myself.

Disappointment is hard… specially when it goes deep. The part inside longs… so much. The pull is strong.

Then there’s the fear… the new kind of fear.

Life’s always evolving… moving. We learn to walk the same… yet different. We keep on changing. We need to make changes.

It’s hard… we’re used to our familiar way. A long time doing it one way.

You can’t escape it… no matter how strong your belief in miracles. And they do happen… all the time.

Life blessed me with this knowing… this belief. Welded in strong right at the start. But yes the fear walked too. Strange companions they are.

Step by step… continuing on the path of loving and adoring… loving it all.

Takes a lifetime it does. I can’t seem to learn fast enough. I’m impatient at times.

You’re going to be okay… you are okay. Way more than okay… your life has been blessed beyond, and beyond. And more.

You’re ok, you’re ok… you’re safe.

Life is kind💗🌺💗

Market day👳🏻‍♀️

I can’t say I look forward to it… the early morning out the door. Confronting the crowds, not long after rising from my bed.

On the surface… like everything, it’s one thing… underneath another.

Everything is energy. And as an energy sensitive person… it’s a lot to take on.

On the surface… all those wonderfully fresh organic products… such a treat. The blueberry stall does a smashing trade. I’ve been eating a lot of them.

The fresh real/true free range eggs… the home made bread, yummy fresh croissants. The banana’s, best I’ve tasted. The banana king we have in these parts.

The coffee guy busy as always… I don’t drink it, but it always smells good.

Ahh the roses… freshly picked… yes, if on a budget flowers are a special treat. But so important to have around… they remind us of the magickal beauty that Mother Nature provides. You get to breathe it in right up close.

The baby brussel sprouts… what a treat they are. They often take me back to my London days… fresh out of Oz as an (unknowingly) innocent and sensitively vulnerable beautiful young girl. London… downtown Chelsea in the late sixties… what a production it was.

The market… it comes round quick. The familiar faces, both traders, acquaintances and friends. It’s the Northern Rivers, Byron Shire… so it holds that kind of vibe as well.

Seven years of keeping company (often close up and personal) with these folk… not long out of bed. Queuing at stalls. People close by… often intruding into my energy field. Was interesting through the pandemic… well, multi viruses still spread their wings.

Then there’s the roads… sigh. I don’t need to drive too far, but still enough to be reminded of the head space (or lack of) us humans carry around. Everything shows on the road. Mostly in a hurry. Wanting to get somewhere faster. Even through signs pleading for us to slow down… as we pass through koala home spaces.

But people have more important things to do it seems.

I don’t allow disillusionment to hang around too long. It hits me in the heart, when it’s close. But I quickly move on. Life’s too short.

But sure… life on planet Earth is paining right now. Imbiciles with mighty weapons, power and money. Playing god. Yeah it swells anger inside me… and also powerlessness. I wish I could do something about it. And commenting on social media… what’s the point?

So I do my best to recalibrate my nervous system… my wounded heart. My speechless voice.

I choose my life… I try… to live life consciously. It’s not always easy. I forget. Thankfully I have great guides around me that keep reminding me. Man, am I grateful for that.

So… whether the macro or the micro… the imbecile and maniacs killing and slaughtering life (the pinnacle of darkness). Or the impatient drivers on the road, unconsciousness spreading its nasty tentacles.

Market day is exhausting… for us sensitive souls.

Oh… I forgot about the parking… now that’s a trip.

Yes, all tiny things… in comparison to some.

But they all hold the same seed.

Hope your day feeds you with inspiration, love and hope.

Marilyn🌺🐸🌺

there’s a road to there.. 🐝🧡🐝

It’s helpful if there is… Life is supporting us… all the time😀😀… we never walk alone. We are surrounded by many and much… so much supports us.

We’re precious to someone.

So what’s right in front of us? We don’t need to go on a hunt. You can have an adventure right here, right now.

Today May 1st… honouring the ancient ceremony of Samhain for us here in the south. It’s luscious Beltane for our northern hemisphere friends. I’ve been feeling Beltane… and I thought ‘of course’… my grandparents are from the northern lands… my mother born here in Oz. I’m second generation Ozzie😊😊

It was interesting and lovely feeling the remembrance of Beltane alive in my body.

I know them both.

It’s such a potent Scorpio Full Moon Eclipse… Scorpio’s modern ruler Pluto is stationary retrograde right now. That’s a lot of power contained in one spot 😯. Pluto turns retrograde tomorrow morning here in Oz.

Pluto energy is strong. Plus Samhain holds a potent Pluto signature. We’ve got triple whammy’s going on… so much power for regeneration.

It goes deep. Remembering honour… love and care for our Self… lots of slow, sinking deep into the love.

Transforming into what? As we leave our old cloak on the flames… what new one do we choose?

May’s a pretty potent month… always is with it’s Scorpio Full Moon.

But this year we have Scorpio’s Full Moon as an eclipse… on the same day as Samhain here** on May 6th. That’s a powerful combo.

And with Scorpio’s modern ruler Pluto turning retrograde just days before… back in Aquarius. The last time Pluto was in Aquarius was 1778-1798… a significant time in our history.

We all have our own journey through life. These potent energies will work with you as they will. Certain parts of your life… calling for renewal.

Wishing you much love and happiness… Life really does wish that for us… 🌺🧡🌺

** Samhain/Beltane is traditionally celebrated April 30th/May 1st. The ‘real’ date is May 6th this year… as these cross-quarter celebrations are midpoints between Solstices and Equinoxes. Whose dates vary each year.

there’s sweetness in the air…

What a highly transformative time it is 🌺. Feels so creative and fun… stepping out. Stepping off the familiar road… having a go. A chance to do what you want. Lash out… fill yourself with you. Be all that you love to be… to surround yourself with.

Magickal Dark Moon time… the fertility. The immersion into the feminine… the Yin, in her sacred birthing ceremony… releasing the seed.

There’s a special magick in 2023… I saw it in the chart I did for the birth of 2023. There was such rich Goddess energy.

It’s a gift. During these times of dismantling… we are never abandoned. There’s always that care and love. So powerful they can be.

Be well. Be happy and prosperous😊 all the things that make you happy😊😊

One very precious life we have.

Much Love… Marilyn💗🐸💗