"And so it was, there came a time. A time that was, and a time that was always before.
The Dream World, the world of battles. The waking world, the realm, where battles, not fought, became real.
Many different the ways of then and now, still the battle truths remain. There were those who thought themselves, stealthy good Warders and Knights of the way, and offering of esteem was granted these beings.
“Let me! Let me fight for you. I will dedicate my life, you will dedicate my upkeep, and the victories shall be ours.” had been the subtle bargain. Knights of the way had no time to plow, all energy on winning within the land of the dreams was spent. The Knights, powerful and the people at peace.
Gratitude and offering the response. For who would not let others fight their battles? Freed from responsibility of self, so much more could be done! The least of which, the offerings of gratitude, were surely /' a pleasure to pay.
Time moved on and the Knights of the way, so involved in their skill, taken care of by all, became lost, to that world of dreams. So well did they battle, behind closed eyes, nothing harmful became real. Within the waking world, peace reigned, joy flourished and the tributes flowed. The skill of the personal dream, lost, in visions of safety.
None new learned the battle skills. The enemy, the reason for dreaming, forgotten.
Yet, within the dream, shadows and lurkers, gathered, their plans laid, learnt and studied long ago, improved upon, evolved. To few were the Knights to intercept, the soft subtle tendrils. As soft as butter, defenses melted before the shadow mass, of darkness, wreathed with mares. To few, were the Dream Warriors, to stem the tide. No new to replace the lost. The awake realm still seeing peace, yet the world of the dream, was changing.
With stealth, grace, deadly rage in check, the Shadow horde creeping, advanced. Snatching, the odd unaware, to study. Tentacles probing, testing the sleeping awake, as they rested, without fear, without protection. The longer the waking slept without ward, the better. Who knew what would happen?
Should these sleepers awake, to the depths, the deceptions, of this dreaming?
Lines were spun, could be’s, should be’s and would be’s, yet, none of the lines were spun true. Long had the dream realm studied, and well did they know their tasks.
To live, one must be present, within the dream and awake and it was for this the shadows had practiced. In the sleeping world of the awake, thoughts of false Knights were planted. The offerings, long forgotten, real reason forlorn, treasure for the Horde to use and plunder, battle tokens.
An inversion had begun, an invasion of twisting ways, so subtle in calling, the wake peoples under gentle (at first) control, became vassals. Enlivening the dreams and plans, which the shadows, had cunningly hidden, in the awaken-eds very midst, their minds. Yes, these beings were awakened, but they were no longer aware.
And so it was, the Shadow Hordes usurped the waken realm, creeping crawling through minds, bridging through sleep, into waking lives. Seeding, breeding, lines of not quite true. Subtle was the advance, softly, softly least the untouched realise. Gently, beguilingly least the bridged, break free. The shadows arrived, made real, manifested.
If only an awake were to take back the dream, from before the Knight, when the awakened realm was aware and faced the battles in the dream, individually, self responsible, where would the realm be?
Ahh, but such dreams are confusing and nonsense.
A tide can not be turned back. Yet just as the wood fuels the fire, it is the charcoal that nourishes the earth. What grows in the bare land beneath the unused fire pit? Well, first come the quickest, then the fittest, seeds of course, you may know them as weeds. Yet, every now and then, we find a tree in this midst. A tree whose roots, reach outside the fireside, new shoots, beneath and through the scorched earth, nurtured and fed by the dying ‘weeds’ the tree shall in turn overgrow. The weeds, are they sacrificial? Or are they giving? fulfilling their nature, to become nature, contained within the tree? Individuals united by place.
I wonder now, who is winning, within this realm, at this moment, the shadows, ever reaching realness? Perhaps, winning is a wrong perception. Perhaps the awake will once again step forth and true battles shall be hosted, where true lore made them be. Within the dream. The place where all bodily forms are equal, as only one energy is worn.
In peace, strength and love,
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
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
In feeling really hard into "My Career", there are several aspects I love so much they don't feel like "work".
The first of Tarot. Mmm mm I love those cards. All the idiosyncrasies of the pack, pictures falling as they may within the wherewithall of others lives. They satisfy a need I still feel, to have a back up of my natural intuition and source guidance. Yes I am aware I could do without the pack, look at a person and know exactly what is going on, even when the querant may think they know differently. Time and time again this point is proven out, and sitting behind the screen of the cards I can deliver some pretty harsh truths, which even with that back up may not be heard. Yes skill one, I'm good, scarily good.
Next Life Coaching, oh my there is something so wonderful in supporting people to grow. The problem here is one I still face even among you my friends. An unwillingness to know you have to go down deep into the murk, before you can move away from the patterns and cycles, that continue to bring, if not misery then an emptiness that can't be filled. Add to this an industry that has centered on "Self Love", when it is trying to love ones self, because of all the memes, that has created the imbalance both within self and society, in the first place. A huge industry has arisen around self perfection, a continuance of the isolation of our families and or communities, pitting against impossible Hollywood standards.
Teaching, love it! Be it leading meditation courses, shadow work or Tarot, this is my "home". Yet going alongside that is all the businessy stuff. It's not that I'm not good at those budget, expense and markety things. It's my techno sexual fingers. The ones that fu*k every thing they touch in the cyber world (limiting belief or reality of MK Ultra handling?). Either way, getting out a good voice recording became incredibly hard, especially as my vibration rose and interfered with the recording tech. My daughter home from her IT job in the big smoke, checked my p.c. and the drives had actually been split into several different compartments and someone or something else was actually running my show...so that is real.
Nothing, oh by golly I am good at that. Though not my favorite thing, it is almost. Dreaming, meditating, walking...any thing but house work, which I have done for too long, for too many people and now, I do it and love it when I do, but it makes wine so appealing.
In New Zealand, the indigenous people have a wonderful way of looking at and describing balancing areas of life. Harakeke is the art of weaving, much as in other traditions, it is the blending of warp and weft, that makes a life. I'm going to ponder that for a couple of days, have been most of my life, with an aim to growth. I am enough, I simply want to serve others more.
Dark moon is shaping up nicely.
In peace, strength and love.
I was asked a really great question about anger and what I meant about it being a "Magnetic Lump of Lead". Here's my answer.
Using anger as motivation for change is a great release, that's what it is for in the now.
It is the anger of the past, the suppressed stuff, possibly from childhood, often now taking up residence in the sub conscious that is the magnetic lead. It sits down in the bottom of the mind, is often held in a particular part of the body and is like a little satellite, spinning drawing other little pieces of anger to it.
We are manifesters, creators, all of the time, it is not a switch off switch on thing. The original anger, or suppressed anger, imagine it as an almost invisible seed, it sprouts and spreads tiny roots and fed, through the experience of life, grows tendrils, that tighten your jaw, your temples your fists and explodes out your mouth in fiery bloom.
Yet it needs those other angry experiences in order to grow...within a garden, plants don't do so well in isolation, they like companions, so the original seed is fed, flowers, goes through the cycle and the anger seeds again. These are the new things we find to be angry about, and we become locked within a negative feedback loop, that proves out the original experience and draws new ones to "prove" our theories.
People you meet may not seem so dumbed down, or as sheeple if you are looking at them with love, but our perception proves out our experience...We see this a lot, and it's a problem in research, where scientists and reporters look for instances that prove their theories rather than ones that don't.
Sometimes we forget that we are 3d and think everything is mind. But when that anger is trapped within our bodies, it is a magnetic toxic poison...allowing the cycles to continues as it is fed.
One of the best ways to get rid of "Now Moment" anger is to work up a sweat through exercise. There are also great ways to tap into old anger stores. I wonder...as I watch and move among the world, how the often sedentary lifestyle of many within it, locks and loads the scenarios, playing out around them.
I wish you much love, much peace and much strengt
As the moon flips, I'm reminded of why I was sent back.
That Shadow Work, I has truly had enough of.
I loved teaching people methods of letting go, finding true peace as they transmuted and raised their vibrations. But after many years of doing the work myself, The shadows were no longer a place I wanted to dwell within, or assist people out of.
I watch many wounded healers come and go, all elevated upon the new cage thought of "think positive thoughts, think positive thoughts". Indeed I get many trying to tell me how to do my work, or what it is I need. Here's the thing, once you have raised your Cthulhu, embraced and loved it anyway...nothing is going to stop you from evolving and moving on to a permanent level of more stable and loving vibration.
The trick is to maintain full body relaxation as you trance over dark parts of life. Every time you begin to tense, return to the phase before tension, All the magick, all the love, is never going to be enough,until you face, acknowledge the truth of all the aspects of your being. Your thinking a negative thought won't create it, the aspect is already there, that's why you think it.
I understand how hard integrating the Demonic aspect of each of us is, and I don't believe you can't access the heights if you havent plummeted the depths, I do know, that until you have integrated and trans-mutated those deeper aspects of earth and our lives as they are this incarnation, a little piece of magnetic lead will sit within your body. Dragging you down at the weirdest of moments. Swinging emotions out of whack, just as a pendulum or Newtons cradle, that little piece of lead will pull your spirit down and I know you want to soar.
Any how, I love you all, and wish you peace, strength and much love.
Whilst everyday is a great day to be alive, some days are more beautiful, crisper and more clear than others.
Today though, is not one of those days. Today is beautiful for other reasons. Today is a day of tears. I have cried tears of laughter as Tin Foil Hat described the Eagle Scouts, tears of sweetness as children showed how easy it was to make friends, tears of outrage as celebrities shared early lives of traumatic abuse, tears of grief for those whose lives have ended to soon and tears of love for an earth, whose luminescence, unveils and reveals it all. And it's only 7:25 am.
Beautiful bitter sweet memories, that make their way from our hearts and pour as tributaries down our cheeks, washing clean and clear our mascara. Because isn't that what emotion does, when properly expressed?
Expressing emotion removes the mask of civility and servitude of attitudes long past their prime and that, for many is a very scary thought indeed. Much of our language express's the need to "reign emotions in", "suffer in silence", show the "stiff upper lip", "don't let them know they've hurt you" and all these sayings contain within them the seeds of our control and lack of. You can only shove so much anger in a box, before it explodes, like Jack n a Box. When a society decides to staunch a flow of emotive words, because the truth of emotion is too raw, and proper response has been forgotten, when we denigrate the words spoken as the emotion behind them is no longer something we can handle, listen to or empathise with, then we are a society that has long past the point of being human. We have entered the Transhuman era.
Computers and AI don't have emotions Nor do Aliens or Angels, emotions are a purely "Earth Realm" thing. If emotions are expressed and heard as they arise, they are not huge cataclysmic things that sweep us away, they are beautiful, respectful moments of humanness. As such emotion should be honored. Instead we see agendas hell bent on stifling, suppressing and training away feeling. When a mob goes bad, the agenda of emotional suppression is fueled again. Angry cries of outrage at mob behavior, which never address the reason why the mob went mob in the first place. Another reason to silence voices, under the guise of inciting behavior. The cycle continues and grows.
For today, I am dedicating my time to feeling everything. Allowing all emotions to sweep through, around and swirl me where they will. I'm going to remember that this is what make our souls so very special, our light so desired.
In peace, strength and love.
Shadow Self. Projection
When you feel an emotion and you suppress it. Then, you feel an emotion and you suppress it again, it sits within you like a negative charge.
Debbie Ford describes these darker emotions, stuck within self, as being like a socket. And of course a socket, needs a plug, to complete it's circuit. And these are the negative or angry people and situations that you attract. This is projection.
More though because you are not owning these darker emotions within yourself, you actually search for and find them in others. This is not so much because other people possess these darker emotions, it is you, projecting your hidden, disowned emotions upon them. For instance "the blame game".
So, really important that you own and take responsibility for your darker emotions as they arise, and go in search of those buried within.
Recognising emotions and allowing them to move through is only part of the journey. The real healing and conscious enlightenment occurs, when these emotions are reframed as the helpers, motivators and teachers that they are. This is when you recognise and know the wonderful aspects that these emotions bring to your life, for example fear keeps you safe ...Perhaps a good place to start is to stop calling and thinking of your darker emotions as negative.
When you work among the shadows, you are illuminating and finding a deeper meaning within the human experience.
For this reason I created the "Dump Your Stuff" Course. This course allows the chance to explore our deeper darker sides, effectively "shining a light" on those inner hard to reach places.
You can find an entry point for this journey here at my website www.juhllightheart.com this course is going to be twice the price in the future. I'm running this special as there are so many tools and tips within, its the perfect place for those requiring deep changes as well as those new practitioners in need of new skills or walking into the Soul Missions, to begin
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