An amazing week. And an amazing day.
It has been a long time since I spent 10 minutes in front of a mirror, gazing at myself with love and appreciation. Someone had to do it, right? So I volunteered, signed up and got the job. Wow, the interviewer made an excellent choice.
So there am I, parked, choku re intention music on the headphones, candle lit, breath cycling through earth and source, starting to open and pour forth love and this annoying piece of hair was obscuring my vision. Brush and brush I tried only to realise, hair it was not. It was the hood between my brow and my eye lid. It is sagging!
Oh my goodness, tits, tummy, chin, now this!
It took me several moments to re-center, I can tell you, and you can bet, as I did, I kept my pelvic floor tighter than a Mo Fo. Uh uh, oh no, gravity is not getting that one! Yet! I “wrapped” that yoni, like only really close friends know I can.
Any hoo, I did it. I managed to get the same flow of love, going for me, that I have for you guys.
An old dragon, opening an old pathway. It was beautiful.
A most wonderful Birthday.
Thank you All.
Oh my, what a few weeks it has been.
Come gather round the fire for I’ve a tale to tell.
As many of you are coming to know, I really enjoy Rune Soup, the podcast hits a lot of my YES! Bones.
And this tale begins as all tales do, with a mission.
Mission, Bush fires in Tasmania, Put them out.
Mass intentions work.
The first thing I did was rally the weather crew, or those able to pray with a new tech.
For which I used this link
And then the fun began
Initial prayer of Orpheus
Tasmania, Australia, is desperately in need of some rain.
For those of you who can, please send some there.
If you do not know how, here is a little prayer that may be said.
TO THE CLOUDS.
The FUMIGATION from MYRRH.
Ærial clouds, thro' heav'n's resplendent plains
Who wander, parents of prolific rains;
Who nourish fruits, whose water'y frames are hurl'd,
By winds impetuous, round the mighty world;
All-thund'ring, lion-roaring, flashing fire, 5
In Air's wide bosom, bearing thunders dire
Impell'd by ev'ry stormy, sounding gale,
With rapid course, along the skies ye fail.
With blowing winds your wat'ry frames I call,
On mother Earth with fruitful show'rs to fall.
The Hymns of Orpheus
Translated by Thomas Taylor
With intent the rain fall where needed.
Blessings and thank you.
After which I journeyed and came back with this.
Divination I drew
A sign of things to start, yes, little did I realise how difficult things would get, as what I can only perceive as weather tech, came into battle with Will. I decided to use every hour of the grimoire bits I had, that I could, on rethinking "fire putting out" tech.
I also watered the garden after every journey, ostensibly being a fireman and putting out fires.
Chaos rocks the LARP
Intuitively changed Facebook pic and profile
A rain intention is happening for Australia at 3:30 pm New Zealand time.
Huon Valley in particular is in flames.
Please pray for the beings of land and place.
Next thing I knew, we misfired by a mile or two
Reference to Saturn having rain found on Titans moon, not Tasmania.
I wasn’t too worried at this stage, as I could see the rain we were calling moving in, but I began to take notice of what was happening in Cairns and Townsville. The rain there was getting heavier, the rain off the West Coast was staying there and this was taking a long time to work.
Many of you have been involved with weather intentions with me before. We know we get those fires out, within hours. We know we get those hurricanes turned around. There are two years of intentions and weather responses at least on my Facebook timeline. We know how to yank on storms arms, still a breeze and put out fire.
Looking close at the radar still seeing forward progress.
(see the blue down the bottom?) be vigilant and get the clockwise rotation going at the bottom of Australia.
Hour of Mercury, time to start a journey, is 30 minutes away, down under.
And I came back from that journey flabbergasted.
Two issues were preeminent, the first was, I could not actually journey onto Tasmania, I could view it, fly over it, stand off the coast and blow breeze, but I could not actually touch to affect or find a way into the beings there, to offer support. Fire/Anger maybe, burning away all that is not needed, as we move upon the spiritual expression of our lives.
The second though, I was witnessing a Will over Weather Modification battle. No way was any water being allowed onto Tasmania or out of Townsville, if there was a beaming station that could stop it.
Jan 28 Postings
Went on the journey horrified to find out we were being defeated by HAARP
Thank you to those who are helping with the bush fires in Tasmania.
I had not realised when I asked, that there would be two harp stations directing our efforts away.
I sat and watched the beams on the weather satellite last night. I was gutted. I'm so sorry to of had your time and energy wasted.
But I do thank you for trying.
Now to find another way.
In peace, strength and love.
Juhl is upset. All that prayer and energy on cooling and watering Tassie. The satellites are clearly showing harp beams, pushing cloud and rain away. Time for a rethink. Just as well I love puzzles.
By now Townsville was in Big Trouble
Day of Mars hour of the Moon, Down Under. In 3.33 hours it shall be the hour of Mars. Time to Ask For Aid. St Agatha is still on spot fire duty, maniacally cackling with each one she pounces on, gee she hates fire, Who is left?
A journeying I went.
On the 30th the journey was answered by Austin Coppock and Gordon White.
Jan 29 Facebook posted
I have been working most of the night, in stealth dragon mode. (I poisoned myself here trying to work out how to take out a HAARP station energetically).
At that stage. I must trust what I and others have done to be efficacious. I swear I feel rain in Tasmania. Love to All and to All a good night.
There were always light touches of Misty fairy rain in Tasmania, just not enough for a good dampening down.
The wind and temperature however were being held in check. Lol I’m sure a lot of cold air was imported from the States and England.
Watched Gordon’s show, two answers to both of my issues. I hadn’t been able to Get On Country, as I hadn’t been invited. So, I turned up before the local dead and opened my heart before them. They knew I was ‘staying with the troubles’ and allowed me in, once I had sung the fire song to Others.
The second, of Aid, was answered by a name I can say but cannot spell, in a mass meditation, meeting a dragon, of different appearance to me, but who also disliked forest fires, to the point of anger.
Managed to transform the anger, to motivation for change, on the third visit. And garner an assurance of help. It was nice to be spiralled across the land visiting England and Tasmania.
I was also gifted some new tech, to get around HAARP, and given words around using Facebook and WiFi and other Newish Inventions.
"You see, your location, no matter who you are, has been known, and can be found upon request, regardless of Faraday cage or never having been ‘seen’ by an electric device. The vision tech, at the high end, simply doesn’t work that way. On the low end, it’s only some witches, warlocks, narcissists and psychopaths, who thrive on making others miserable, and we are here to heal those. Make yourself as bullet proof as possible, using whatever tech you need. As soon as people work out there are ways of getting what they want, without resorting too, or inflicting harm upon others, the hope is they will, with support, change. If not, well placed energy returns have accumulative effects. Stay in Love." or something like that.
Jan 31 Journey tech.
Gentle flow from wingtip,
earth met softly stirs the breeze,
backward heat does flow,
onto itself no fodder found,
whence gracefully defeated,
By here the mass intention and women’s work or crafts were well under way. Kaitlin Coppock had water on maps. (Remember the first journey pic, the women being drawn in). Longed worked with beings from other lands were being asked advice and granting aid. It was extremely exciting to be among, watching Magick come alive.
My lighter wouldn't work, so I had to use pieces of paper off the element on the stove, ostensibly to light my candle, which kept going out at the door of the "office". Each piece of paper, became the forest fire, put out in the sink with ooddles of tap rain.
Finally, after much love, effort, healing and new tech the rain arrived in Tasmania, and a 1000 year forest was given an break. Perhaps even another lease on life, if lease is what it is. A lesson of old, existing among and alongside the young, each working to fulfill each others needs. unique parts creating a whole. Beautiful.
The effort was massive the coordination and variety of crafts on show amazing. When the Magickal community can come together and work things out, I see nothing but hope.
An example, I got frustrated, upon reading the advice of another, I refused my beings offerings. Terrified also, as I did not have the promised offering to pay, for if it rained. I checked the lotto tickets and they paid for their own Rum! Now they are in the lap of luxury. The dead definitely came to be.
St Agatha, was remembered by more people than ever, within the online communities I play in, which has really been hard going. I guess there is something about a sexually abused Saint, a female at that, that don’t float some boats. Get over it. And thank you to those who saw her.
And about that new tech.
Here is the clue, the elements are not just containers, they are pathways.
I have had a play, thought I got one fire out, it sprang back to life, an hour later (which is another clue). I am missing an anchoring piece.
Final word, there are no 'secure' pathways. If you are working on behalf of Earth and her beings, consider every avenue infiltrated, by either dark beings, or AI, both on and off line. As such it makes no difference where or when you post. The only thing that makes a difference is getting off our butts, getting involved and actually 'doing' the work, you 'thought.. How much easier this would have been if the Beaming stations wanted Townsville dry and Tasmania wet?
Keep the big in mind, but the Devil is in the details.
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
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