It was in the stillness of the dawn, that quiet time, where breeze dare not blow, for fear it's voice would stir more than the leaves. Before the birds began their greeting of a new born sun upon the horizon, spreading fingers, awakening all within reach, that she realized...if she wanted to get anything done, she had to switch off Facebook!
Whilst others danced with Angels and played with Masters, the last human stood alone.
Listening as Starseeds spoke of a place they couldn't wait to leave. Watching as Others raped and broke her home.
If they would only leave one unspoiled realm, where bare feet could once again caress the sun warmed soil. She would make that place her home, a sanctuary of healing ways and the life of old would be reborn.
But who would she heal? The creatures long gone? The plants changed beyond health, beyond life enhancing abilities.
What left, the last human.
Oft times, peering through the woods, between the trees offered fleeting glimpses, of people long past and those yet to be.
Always, just beyond vision, little touches of spirit, between the birds, between the creatures scuttling. Always just beyond, just between.
Why the foot met stone and stopped, has ever been a wonder. The warm sensation of the rock, retaining heat of summers day, gave pause. Melting tension as she stretched, arms uplifted, mimicking the trees surrounding, the mingling of old with new, eyes closed...she began to see.
Eyes closed...she began to see.
The sounds of leaf and stream, bird and breeze, intertwined, playing in symphony and sympathy. The scents of earth, leaf, flower and Sun, melded, combined with the sounds, a sensuous dance upon her soul. Sensations, emotions, before unnoticed, a depth of feeling so intense, overwhelming, as lightning fingers tripped along her spine, forcing eyes open in attempt to escape. Yet even then, now, the world revealed was so very different.
Where once the leaves had traced gentle arcs on the wind, brilliant jewels of emerald green trembled in delight anticipating the warmth of the sun. Every stone, once grey and never noticed upon the path, shone in stark relief to its neighbor, a network of individual blue, green, gold, pebbles working in unity, aiding and protecting the plants of their forest clan, from the careless foot fall of Man.
And there, no longer just beyond, no longer just between... And there, no longer just beyond, just between...
It was the nose you saw first. Potatoes of old, lumpy, dusty, as freshly pulled from the earth, were more attractive than Jon's nose, bulbous didn't cover it. You know the old men who have spent a life on Whiskey and Gin, topped with a touch of regret? Well like that only bigger!
As a wee lad of around three, Jon's father had died. Leaving him the only child of a mother already much worn by toil and the early loss of his siblings.
Earth to till, seeds to plant, cow to milk, eggs to collect, wood to chop, as the years cycled through Jon was pleased to take more of his mother's load. The ingrained dirt of foot and under nail, unnoticed in his pleasure at the sight of Mother resting the achy gnarls of body hard worn since youth, before the warmth and glow of the fire.
You can perhaps imagine the young Jon's chagrin upon the age of ten, when informed his mother's younger brother was arriving to "give care" of the place. A lot of pride was in the now well muscled Jon, had he not been good enough? Yet as he opened eyes into the maturity arrived on too soon, he had to cede, with just a tad of resentment, that the roof shingles were indeed in need of replacement, the barn a total rebuild and perhaps another, older, hand around the place would be nice. And if he were truly honest the thought of meeting mother's Kith and Kin, real from beyond the stories, held a touch of excitement and more than mild curiosity.
.A touch of excitement and more than mild curiosity.
And so it was dancing from foot to foot. Hair neatly parted, with spit washed face, the moment of arrival was upon him.
The knowledge of death and renewal was not new to Jon, all his life surrounded by cycles of seasons, plantings to harvest, stock birth to cull, but always those cycles had rolled on, unaltered through the years of his life. Here was a knowing, cycles would never be the same. An alchemical difference was to mark his world, for good, or for ill.
Twitching, nervous he waited upon the road by the gate. Head craining at any little sound, peering into the distance, straining his eyes and patience to the max. Finally an imperceptible speck on the horizon began to grow. And as the speck grew, so too did the knot in Jon's stomach. An invisible hand found his gut, at first squeezing, then twisting, shutting off airways. Sweat sprang along his temple, jaw clenched, waves of nausea rolling hard, the world shifting. The shape on the highway grew. Jon's terror grew too, flooding every muscle, paralyzing every thought.
Pheasants broke cover. Their cries sudden, startling. In that moment Jon was undone, he turned and ran...
...he turned and ran.
Feet thumping, fists pumping, heart pounding, terror filled, Jon ran. There are sayings around the surge of energy Jon experienced, running "as if the Hounds of Hell were at his heels" and I wish I could say "terror guided his feet", but in actuality Jon was blind with panic. He fair flew along the pebbeld path. Sweat filling his eyes, ragged breaths grasping for purchase through parched lips. Faster, Faster, home, home...
"There, There, boy."
Strong hands. Strong arms. Pain.
Darkness receding. "I'm blind" thought Jon. Deep voice, gentle hands, pain, sleep. And so it was, as Jon lay in bed, listening to the sounds of wood being chopped and chickens being fed, as the swelling that had closed his eyes became less and the pain fueled nausea became less, Jon sat by the window, watching Uncle, mow the hay, dig the house garden and lay a gentle hand on Mother's shoulder.
By 50, as the Grand babies cut their teeth on the lumpy Potato of ole Jon's nose, as the family tell tales, before the fire, Uncle whittling, Mother knitting, Wifey cooking, the story of a boy, who ran from change, ran from fear itself, is a favorite.
And there, along the pebble path, a Sun warmed rock smiles, remembering the time it met young Jon's nose.
Much, much love
(Note my Illuminati, full disclosure, eye).
Well I was feeling really buoyant.
Oh yeah hung over, slow to start...when the party ends...and work kicks in.
I love reading cards, I’m good at it. The Tarot is my friend.
Yes, I hide behind my cards, I’m not ready to have thought streams and dead people turning up off the cuff. Book an appointment please.
And therein lies the rub.
I do not want to be the callin lady for urgent business. It’s too messy and could have been avoided had you decided to book in for a full reading earlier. (My blog, my rant, I get over it).
Some things I have discovered, about my reading and the cards, yours will be different, but the fact I have discovered this about myself and the tarot relationship, should suggest
If my cards are kicking up dates over six months away, the message is more in the cards, than in the dates. Although I have had two instances, both within the same reading, that have given me pause for thought. The Fool appearing in past position, seems to be a way of the cards saying. “All of this spread, is because of something that happened in the past”, indeed, the outcome card gave the date of the original faux pas, rather than the time the incident will be reconciled by. And the King of Swords, Death and the Ace of Swords, can mean teeth trouble, when appearing within a reading, not necessarily in that order, or together.
Dates can be fitted in with long term goals, but really, unless I am looking at the most disciplined of people, rigidly held and i's dotted to the T, shit happens. Three months is long enough to show the tendencies of thought, emotion, reality, cleansings and general wellbeing, that are going to reflect in your manifestation, of the Magick of being you.
My goal, for everyone, is to get them using their intuition, to help people navigate their world in a beautiful way. I’m a Magickal life coach. My training is ongoing, as should yours be, but I have definitely paid to learn what I am doing, live what I am doing, and have watched it work, for both myself and others for long enough, to charge a fee.
I also have been working for long enough to know, if people don’t pay a fee, they don’t value or think about the information presented, deeply enough to make it count and use for positive change.
I want you, reading your own cards, using a pendulum, or to become so aware, of how energy affects your body, you can tell your yes from, your no.
My standard teaching for survivors of childhood abuse, in particular highly sensitive or empathic people is this.
N.B. I use the Chakra as energy areas of the body, you may intuit your own energy system, but these areas of the body will still respond in similar ways.
Sometimes living really can screw with your intuition, as the people you love and trust are often the ones that hurt you. So, you may feel you are continually "going against" your greater good.
A lot of people know about that "gut feeling" (some listen to it lol). And yes, it is there to keep you safe. Many believe it is the sacral chakra responding to people and situations. Here is the thing though...This area has brain cells, which may be why a lot of memories, of relationships, are stored or energetically pinged here.
When you meet someone, and you get that gut feeling (for good or bad), it may be that the energy of this person is evoking the sacral memory response. For this reason, I would like to introduce you to another form of intuition. That of the heart chakra.
If you place your left hand over your heart chakra, place your attention within its glow, and redirect your focus to the person met, notice what changes. If you relax, it may have been the sacral memory mentioned earlier. If the feeling is the same and the gut remains tight, MOVE ON!
Now this handy little tip is great and can be applied to those "prospects" in the bar. When you get those wow, eye meeting moments...Reach up and adjust your bra strap (disguising your left hand over the heart area) and redirect your gaze. Listen/feel what changes. It may be your sacral going: Hell Yeah! Two Pairs of Shoes under my bed tonight! Or leading you into the karmic dance of another chance to be the one that ends those, no good abusive, go nowhere, run arounds.
Alternatively, if your heart is still singing...This may actually be the one. Trust it..
This line, or thread, of thinking has a long lineage behind it. I’m sure others have put it together also. I have just been practicing a new/old way.
Mr White, during a Necrophysics lesson over at Rune Soup, mentioned how he felt a yes or no answer, come in from the universe.
Juhl’s mind went into overdrive. Yes or No, what answers that instantly, a pendulum, what do you have to do with a pendulum, you have to program it! You align yourself with the pendulum and ask it to show you a yes, then you ask it to show you a no, and some, program in a maybe, or up to fate, or something neutral, allowing the universe/source/energy/God some privacy or discretion of action.
So, I aligned myself, with me and my kind of energy (love) and asked, straight out for how a yes was going to feel and how a no was going to feel. Boom instant physical answers.
No, I have not had a chance to go gambling yet, responsibility and being aligned with love are my thing. And I shall start small 🙂
I am however extremely excited.
When I first began work in the intuitive field, don’t make me count how long ago, I began shadow work on myself, and there was no way I could get such a clear and crystal, yes and no response, (yes, I tried) and no way, would I have trusted that signal. Mr White and I however, share some Doreen lineage, it would appear and I am using that game card, to put this thread of thought, out. (My naming them, is a lineage of my thought, which goes way beyond them both. One could term the beginning in time, of this thought collective, an Ancestor). You shall have to sign up for the course, as I did, for much more.
Finally, the point of this whole long missive, I think is a good one. Using my methods and systems and thought patterns, a lot of love from and for others, I have evolved to the point where I am a relatively in control cosmic conduit. I have allowed myself to dig deep, to hurt, to ritual, to meditate, to do whatever the fuck it takes, to make it to and stay within that special place of growth, aliveness, levity, compassion and love, that allows me to be as I believe we were all meant to be. Yes I’m egoic, yes I’m opinionated, yes I have chosen my own programs. I am totally human. Happy to evolve my ways, if you can show me something truly better. The best part is, if you haven't got that flowing, healthy, almost in control feeling, where you are picking up what the universe is putting down, growing a wonderful life for you, your family, and the world, YOU CAN GET IT TOO.
I am the biggest screw up I know, sexually abused, drug addicted, hooker, bankrupt, sinner, you name it throw it at me, it will justifiably stick. And yet I feel great. You can too, just carry on doing what you are doing, sharing what works and owning those muck ups. Sometimes learning sucks. We should only need a lesson once. Reach out and book some time with me, if you are on your second or third round, I could support you in your efforts to grow. Be scared, change happens, let fear guide you if that is what it takes, transmute that fear to anger and wow, we have Alchemical gold for change.
I hear this rumour that Mercury and Neptune are doing this dance, and Mars is there and Sirius is disappearing for the first time ever on Tuesday, and isn’t it all a bit much?
Live your own Legend
In peace, strength and love
I often wonder, when entering space, on the marks, that time leaves.
I walked into my office, now with mattress on the floor, as a young one is home. An extra layer or sprinkling of magick, of mermaids and floaty, flying things, with bohemian, hippy accents and flowery soft perfume, greeted me.
Gracefully jumping the mattress, I sent my, bits and bobs box, sailing, the draws closing as it tumbled. A timely reminder yes, but it was the way the layers of sage dust, cat fur, powdered frankincense and myrrh, just for a moment, caught the light and fair folk were there, within vision. As the floaties hit the floor. They became dust. Something to be cleansed, cleaned and cleared. Got rid of, cast off.
Endings of dreams long ago, some fulfilled and others languishing, in the dustpan, with brush, afore the rubbish bag.
The big pieces of our layered lives, we pull out, examine and explore. But the other stuff, the drifting skin cells, the ashes of yesterdays incense, we brush, we blow, we scrape away. Hoping our lives retain a patina, a polish of high sheen, that someday one shall notice, think of and enjoy.
The Devil is in the Details.
If you would like to book a reading you may find me here.
In peace, strength and love.
Sept 15 to 29 Mars and Lilith
I am not an, everything is from or about you person. I’m not sure how any child, who has had a hard child hood, could be. There are things that impact upon our world and ourselves regardless of how many good thoughts we convince ourselves we are thinking.
I’ve been looking closely at Ascension and what that means and 5d. Ascension means to overcome, 5d is a new way of being where the lowest vibration is love. So how do we get there?
With regards 5d. In 3d we are sold a bill of goods around polarity, and duality, yin and yang, the dark and the light, balance. As if these concepts of opposites are facts, and these concepts are used to justify levels of pain as “lessons”. Another justification of not having a beautiful safe and loving world for children is, ”you choose this before you come to this 3d realm”. Well, many of us didn’t choose this level of being to perpetuate it, we came to change this paradigm, and to change it we must be sure and firm of the concepts we came to change, the justification of Polarity being one of those.
“If you want to find the secrets of the Universe think in terms of energy, vibration and frequency.”
What does this mean? Simply and in a nut shell, it means that every emotion, object or sound within our universe has a different level (we could look at this as a line) of existence. When these levels of existence meet, as they do within each being, they become a wave. The more your emotions fluctuate, the more disparate the sound sources, for example, the more your wave will fluctuate or oscillate. So within the polarity construct, the thought seems to be you must swing between evil and good actions, within emotion, love and hate. Make no mistake emotions are measurable amounts of energy and each one has it’s own level of vibration.
Though, it is possible to have many feelings around something, we only feel one of these emotions at a time, and then with varying levels of intensity.
In moving into a 5d lowest vibration love, it is necessary to clear the emotional field of any heavy or dense emotions. And here is where a point of contention arises.
There seems to be several groups of thinking around the clearance of lower vibrational emotions and how to stabilise oneself once, the higher emotional levels are reached.
My personal bias, of what has worked for me, is not a popular one, as it involves experiencing the experiences that caused pain and discomfort in earlier times, until the energy around them has dissipated. As perspective is altered through the alchemy of this method, when listening to or reading of other experiences, nothing but love, and compassion remain. I am leaving Empathy out of this article, as empathy is a double-edged sword, something that is natural for most humans, now weaponised. I have found the method of Shadow Work to be the most stabilising over time. I have tried many methods.
Another aspect of Ascension is that of Service to Others as opposed to Service to Self. Again, I see a lot of bogus information around this concept. In its simplest form this concept translates as “learn once, teach two”. Whenever you find a new way of being that has helped you overcome and heal, or a have a true knowing come through you “In Sovereignty” (a deep ascension principle many are yet unready to hear) share that knowing.
Whether you recognise it or not, we human are evolving. Our consciousness is expanding, learning to network with others over distance, as many recognise failings (perhaps deliberate) within their communities, is a simple proof of this. As knowledge spreads it becomes more and more apparent that halting the breaking of our families, children and communities is paramount for peace for all. To stop the cycles of violence and abuse, it is essential for those of us who recognise a more beautiful existence, for all (no greater good here) to heal and become role models in turn. We are within this transition and I salute you.
8 mins · I am going to take my longer musings away from facebook. They really are designed for me and I don't want to get repetitive or be upsetting and I really need to grow my out reach. I really do love you guys and this platform. Many of you read my poem the other day and I enjoyed the ensuing conversation.
FB is no place for friendships of growth or intimacy.
It is a list of floating memes,
That have no place in reality"
It was a conversation between many. Each giving voice to their own opinion. As such I'm a little torn as I recognise I want more of that. Though I would prefer Face to Face.
Not always problem solving either, but shooting the shit and having a laugh, even, over wine and cheese.
I used to laugh at those memes and films of people having dinner with their virtual friends, now though, I understand and can relate. The reworking of technologies to the point where once again we have true communities, even at a distance excites me (though naturally I would rather meet in person).
LMH has a wonderful model for this and I think the Unf**kit Community does too. Though something called Discord is not my jam and I found it incredibly hard to work, I guess I will have to expand and adjust and find new ways.
I do have a very particular skill set ;) and it is not being wasted here, but I feel I could do more, and be there for others who have needs, and you guys are just so gosh darn awesome and together.
I'd appreciate if you could think of any other platforms, whereby I could extend my own particular brand of Caring and let me know.
I realise many of you don't even know I'm a trained Crisis Intervention Specialist, as well as Life Coach specialising in Childhood Sexual Abuse. That's ok discretion is always key. I love Magick and empathy and you will find a lot of highly sensitive people were also abused, which is why I took that angle. Tarot is a great way to break ice and a great income source (plus I love and am really good with the cards). But I do want to be there for those who were as broken as I was, before I began the Shadow Work path. And this path has become incredibly difficult to support people to walk upon, as there are so many bright flickering objects, drawing their attention, away from pain they don't want to face, into a world of suppression and projection. "It's all just a Story", being my favourite sarcastic tongue in cheek line.
We find the dark, we face it, we transmute it, and we rise. Each time with more stability and greater depths of healing and understanding. Sexual abuse is not a "fix" model to wellness, nor a quick one, yet when supported to heal survivors have bottomless wells of joy, compassion and strength available to them. Any one who has not undergone such situations, may have trouble comprehending just how incredible survivors are.
So, If it's ok with you, I will post my blog on here for those of you that want to read it. Other than that though, sailing into the wide blue yonder. Expansion time. Of course I will still be here, I'm a meme addict and I enjoy catching up with what is going on. But long rambling thoughts such as these, well I'm a dinosaur watching the meteorite hit in. <3
Much, much love
THE STRENGTH TO MOVE FORWARD
When you have played in the ocean and lost a fin to the sharks, how do you move beyond the puddle you have retracted too in safety?
There have been several periods in my life, where I have flown, soared with the birds, worn silk and before it was "Totally" unfashionable, fur!
Gees I looked good. I'm not a natural beauty, but bear in mind my goals when I entered Solway College, at 12, were to be an opera singer, a ballet dancer or a first rate whore. And I had failed at the first two.
Into the Telecom and Training area I drifted. I learned word processing for that company, on the most bizarre two-day training course. From hardly seeing a computer, to typing and editing on one, complete with Fkeys in two days, umm ('87, think on p.c's back then...had you heard of one?)
Another training course I went on was incredibly different. It was the Academy of Elegance, 12 week 'finishing school' for ladies. I learned to shade my face (it's all about the triangles), walk. sit, get in and out of a limo elegantly...if certain young song stars had of taken that lesson it would've saved a lot of eyes from unsolicited beaver shots.
The highlight at the end of the course was "The Walk".
We had two walks to learn, involving make up and clothing changes, to be performed, at the end of the course, before Invitees and Academy Guests. As a special prize, the girl who had graduated highest, would receive the Golden Rose. A lapel pin of... a gold rose.
Gees I wanted that rose.
You see at this stage I was still thinking I was going to meet a wonderful rich man and we were going to waltz away under a sky of stars. He would lift me up marble steps where we sigh longingly before gasping to fulfilment, on silken sheets, under the canopy of the four poster. My natural shine would be allowed to come through and we would walk hand in hand, delivering love through the land.
And yes, I was on drugs most of the time.
Each week the lexicon of lessons was incorporated into life, practiced upon over the week and added to, like the most wonderful serial magazine. I missed one week over the time and it was "The Walks", we had already learned how to walk but this was the choreography for the End Show walk. Now I'm pretty bright and I do pick up things quite well, but these walks were tricky. step step half turn, step step pivot, kinda stuff and there were two of them, I did practice. Not being there for the initial lesson though, I was always slightly unsure on how the steps went and I did not have the confidence to ask the tutor, of whom I was in awe.
So finally, the night of graduation arrived. I did not have a guest, as everyone I knew thought it a pointless waste of time of a class. 9-5 was their life and the more I grew my butterfly wings, the more insignificant in their eyes I became. This course wasn't about looks for me though, it was about restoring confidence in a beauty that had been traded upon since childhood. A way of reawakening my hopes and dreams for the future. A more beautiful, self made future. How do we make the pictures if not through experience?
Which is precisely where I fell down. No, I did not fall, but I failed.
I looked so good, on that final night, I had shopped, plucked, waxed and shaved. Shaded, perfumed, buffed and teased, I sauntered through that room, up the middle catwalk steps I siddled (cause that's what you do, in heels, walking up steps, you place your feet slightly sideways, so the whole shoe is on the step and you glide upon slightly bent knee with back straight, shoulders relaxed and head, erect from, the crown) ;p I got to the top of the steps with the wrong foot forward, I pivoted instead of turning, was facing the wrong direction and flubbed it. If there were not 12 other girls who had all successfully turned the right way, it would not of mattered, but there were and it did.
There in the midst of Ambassadors, beauty queens and photographers, I Royally gaffed.
I didn’t get the Rose, but after 12 weeks with this crowd I had not expected to. The fundamental difference between them and me was well apparent by week three. To these gossamer wrapped and fledged, more gold than silver spoon fed monarchs, I was toxic. Perhaps tainted is a better word, they had a beautiful world and I wanted in. It was their duty to protect it, from riff raff like me.
Everything I learned, I had learned from grudging smiles, under raised noses, with little side serves of malice. Like the expensive foundation choice of wrong tone. Or the Winter when one is a Summer. I loved what I had learned wanted to put the lessons into practice, but something had ignited within, a desire hidden as money. The energy of money. When it is not actualy money you want but the things money can buy. I wanted that security, of never having to worry about the power bill, the rent, making a wrong foundation choice, good scents and textiles around me, colourful people and laughter.
Inside I left the whole experience feeling more unworthy than ever. 9-5 wasn’t working for me, drugs were and in the not too distant future I would end up in a massage parlour in Auckland.
So how does one move beyond the puddle of ones safety? I can see two choices. One can cry so many tears the puddle overflows and becomes a flood, or one can dig a canal from the puddle to the closest water source, even if it’s a sewer and one can float like poop “down to where the river meets the sea”.
I’m pondering my choice.
In peace, strength and love.
Well, I am knackered.
I spent the weekend flying.
I haven't been dragon, since just before the last Lions Gate. I came back so AI ridden it took a while to clear. Also I had noticed that when wearing Dragon, compassion seemed to diminish over time. Added to this, the ease of going around in light body as a stream of photons, rather that encased in a shape or trapped in a merkaba and there seemed to be no need.
Last Thursday, I participated in a group healing. The healing went well (we intend for others, which is the best part of my life at the moment, feels like I'm doing deep good) yet after the session, I realised I was feeling itchy restless.
I entered Meditative mind, but found my body undulating and twisting as the kundalini rose. My arms extended and within the vibration of the moment,streams of light were flying from my body as strands of DNA weaving and twisting through the Aether. Even though my extended arms were gracefully (well they felt graceful) undulating as wings, a motion that started in my pelvis and extended beyond my hands into space, there was a dull persistent ache in my shoulder blades. An ache that no persistent shimmying or wriggling could override. And it just got worse. I found myself, as I was sitting in Lotus, arching backwards and forwards, huge sweeping movements, of which my husband would approve under certain nameless circumstances. As I swept forward and extended towards the ground, I felt my tail come out from under me. In that rush of movement and surprise, my wings unfurled behind me and whoosh we were away.
Oh Goodness how I had missed that freedom, the freedom of a long extended body as it soars upon warm streams of air, the maneuverability, of tail, wings, body working as one. The speed. The lightness. The power. The freedom. We weaved in and out of the planets,following there now all connected spiral streams of energy, beyond stars, through deepest darkest space we flew, united whole and it was beautiful.
Now some of you may remember a while back, I had a blue white light beam, come from out of space and time, pierce my brain and explode inside my skull with the brightest illumination I had ever seen. I could not work out why then, I mean I'm still me. I already had an upon demand coloured light body. The crystalline happened in 2014, maybe 15 and I had been running as a stream of whatever coloured photons I wanted since last year, when I discovered I could.
It was as the initial joy and blast of the flight subsided to peaceful drift, that I began to notice and take stock of my body. (I feel ecstatic still, with those memories of sensation.) I was born, to my knowledge a gold dragon, as I looked at my scales, I realised something was very seriously wrong, the more I flew the more cracked and kind of flakey my scales became. You can imagine me of course, just heading into Dark Moon, thinking "More freakin Shadow Work, What Now!".
So home we came, landed settled settled back into the biological space suit and got to work. Racism came up, it has taken me a long time to accept Unicorns, even though I had an extremely good buddy who is a Unicorn, there was a something there that had me a tad flinchy...it was a thought stream on how some can seem to actually have it pretty easy but are so dramatic and whiney. Heal that, everyone comes from what they know and where they are at that particular time. So work done and off for another flight.
Well it backfired, instead of my beautiful golden armament, there were cracks of white showing through. I was deeply disappointed, grey hair, gray pubes and now this! I'm getting old, does my dragon have to too? It almost, not quite ruined the freedom of the flight. So home I flew again, a little heart hurt and "dramatic whiney" you guessed it Unicorn mirror. When I realised that I giggled. More work, this time into where does the meme "Humans Have Always Warred Come From". Pheww that was deep. Words written on it later (it's even longer than this story).
Finaly I had had enough of crying for the world hurts and trying to right world wrongs, so I called up dragon body and away we flew. As we left the worries and cares of the earth beneath us, and whirled and played with the stars in reckless abandon, I did not notice at first, because I think it started at my head, I did not notice the flakes of gold falling away until they fell off my wing tips, as I was holding in place over Jupiter. When I hold in place,not wanting to land, but just hover in a spot, my wings extend from behind me, encircle me to the front and the tips of my wings undulate almost like hands, gently cupping the watery air, to hold me steady. And as those wing tips were undulating, I could see the gold, gone. In it's place is white. Not grey white, but a bright, bright blue white, brighter than a toothpaste commercial, white. The same bright light, that had penetrated my brain and illuminated my mind bright blue white light.
My current feelings are, I am not a great fan of white. It looks good on Gandalf, but shows up every mark and stain. It denotes purity, all that sacred guff and is the colour of death and new life. It denotes trust, honour the "good stuff" and whilst I appreciate change and evolution happens to all things, it will be awhile before I am ready to go Dragon again. I just want to have some human fun, without an otherworldly expectation of behaviour. Call me when the battle need arises, I will be there, but until then...fu*k off.
How was your weekend?
Much love Juhl
Sitting in my P.J's wondering about energy.
Can anything really be infinite? For all the energy outside and within ourselves, be it the universe, the multiverse, the omniverse, there are if not edges or boundaries, then points where it all rolls back on itself. So not infinite but ceaseless, like a ring, that has no end and no beginning, yet rolls round and round and round.
And if that is so, then there is a finite amount of energy surrounding and within ourselves, though that finiteness is perhaps to large to comprehend. Just because something has no end doesn't mean its infinite. Like a river, you never stand in the same place twice, as all the water continually passes you by, Yet that water has been within or upon the earth for as many years as the earth has existed. Sure the form may of been different, but it has circulated, round and round...now in many places the water is Toxic...and there in lies my point.
What has happened to all the toxic energies, that we have created, released and wished away? Have we alchemically transmuted that energy, to something good? Did we drop the dross upon the shores of the earth, within the arms of source, expecting those forces to take care of our crap. Did we send the crap through the zero point, not realising we were expecting another dimension to do our job for us?
I suspect that we have in fact forgotten, that something always is. The energy may change form, but it always exists. And we are guilty of dropping our lumps of lead, to poison the waters, rather than changing that lead into gold.
How do we do that, change lead into gold? We learn. We take the experience that has allowed us the opportunity to feel like crap, we tease it out, search for how it happened and change an aspect of perspective, be it through boundaries or recognition, that will enable us next time to respond or act differently. There usually is a next time as polarization or extremes of emotion, act like magnetic lead, and once something has found a way to trigger you, the universe rather like a narcissistic boy friend, can not resist triggering you in a similar way again. And if we have truly transmuted, not just dropped the dross, then this time we catch the lead before it falls and we throw back gold.
Much love my friends
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