Dreary rainy day yesterday. It was the 11-11 portal and I struggled. I did not even go outside which is rare for me. Yet, there are days when I am locked in place, unable to find the energy to move about. I had not slept much the night before. I ended up organizing and wrapping all my Christmas presents at 2a.m. It takes a lot of time! I had made many of the gifts, in my clay class and with sewing some of my linen stash into towels and napkins and tablecloths. I like to gift things that I have made by hand, to send that love from my heart to others. My living room was a mess of wrapping papers and lists and ribbons. It was a satisfying feeling to have most of it done. Now there are only a few things remaining to buy at a store order online. I like to shop local when I can, to buy from other artists or small shops. Shipping is becoming so expensive so the gifts to those far away must be light and small.

My daughter is expecting her baby at Christmas so I wanted to know that all the gifts were ready so I am available in whatever way she needs me. Babies can come early, her first was two weeks early, or late, my daughter-in-love’s first was two weeks late so best to be prepared ahead.

I was hungry all day despite no physical activity. I was hot and cold, throwing sweaters on and off. I was restless and fatigued. Up and down. I did not answer phone calls, drew into a cocoon of sorts. I laid on the couch and watched seasons of The Monarch of the Glen. A Scottish series set in the Highlands. The scenery soothed me, locks and misty hills, castles and small villages. Some part of me, drifted into that scenery and imagined it as my life.

I can recall when the 11-11 portal was a big event for me. I tuned in with others, felt the power of the gateway. Now, it is life, a day at a time, or rather, moment by moment. The old spiritual life, the visions and experiences are like tracks beneath my feet. All laid down as the path that I walk. Part of what came before and supports me in this life, but not separate from the day to day. I accept where I am, how I am feeling. I had been riding a high since the morning of the sixth of the month. I had awoken with a song in my heart that kept singing for days. Joy, joy, joy!

Yesterday, I could not hear the song. I played Ava Maria for an hour or two as I wrapped gifts. Most of the Christmas song playlists began to irritate me when a jazzy or pop one came on and its frequency hit me as a discordant note. Mostly, silence held me. My elder son was to stop by, wanted to share a meal. I prepared it and he was a no show. Finally, I texted him and he called to apologize. I felt irritated and expressed it. A few minutes later, we spoke again and let my irritation melt into the truth of love. He was struggling in his day and time got away from him. I understand that as it frequently happens to me.

This morning is overcast and drizzling with rain. Snow showers are expected. Yet, the song is back in my heart! Today I am traveling with my former husband to spend this day with our eldest grandson and my pregnant daughter. He will drive so I can relax and not concern myself with driving home in the dark and rain or snow. Joy is dancing in my heart! I have a box of fun crafts to do with my grandson, a wreath I made with grapevines and bittersweet for my daughter’s door, and some sewing supplies for a pillow my daughter wants help making. It has all the elements for a fun day.

High or low, all that we feel, takes us down the road. The viewpoint changes yet our inner being walks steady. May your day hold magic….whether it is up or down..there is magic available to us all.

The new earth is open to all who choose to turn on and live their hearts’ flame.

Just woke from an intense dream. There were a handful of us who had been working together to create a celebration. We had practically nothing in the way of resources. Hardly any dishes or enough chairs, no flowers and little food. I had recently helped host a blessing way event for my daughter and her Christmas baby to come. We had flowers, candles, heaps of dainty food, lovely porcelain teacups, linen napkins and tablecloths and we wore our best dresses. This was not the case in my dream. I wanted those things but they were not available.

We all worked together to share what we had to make sure everyone would enjoy the event. We put together chairs out of boxes, food was an eclectic mix of whatever anyone had in their cupboards, clothes were shared and creatively combined, it was a scramble. I missed having flowers as the table looked so bare but the children gathered around and cut, pasted and colored to create a beautiful centerpiece.

As the last bits and pieces were coming together, there came knocks on the door. I went outside to find a large crowd gathered, all dressed to the nines and expecting to come in. They stepped up in groups to tell me why they were to be invited in. Some told me their titles and their importance as that would surely be the pass in. Others told me that they had once been a part of this group so that ensured their entrance. Others had heard that it was to be a good time, so, of course, they had come for that. The reasons were myriad and folks were quite vociferous in their entreaties. The atmosphere quickly became riotous.

I held up my arms and asked for quiet. I thanked them all for coming but told them that the doors were closed and no one else would be admitted. We had barely enough to feed ourselves. I told them that they had all arrived dressed for an event but with no offering. Their hands were empty and it seemed that their hearts were not full of goodwill and cheer as evidenced by this riotous behavior. I told them that they all had the opportunity right now to gather in groups and create an event of their own at their own homes and villages. Make it joy filled, make it as wonderful as they had hoped to experience here tonight. They all had the opportunity to create magic.

The time of expecting others to do the creating and walking in to reap the rewards, was over. Now it was up to each of us, to create the life that we wanted to live. If we wanted a lovely celebration dinner, then we would have to work with others and cooperate and give of our resources to make it happen. It was the sharing of hearts that would make the magic happen. We had to let expectations fall away and deal with what we all had inside. We had to allow our gifts to bloom and see where it took us.

I thanked them all for coming and wished them well in their creative endeavors. I turned and went inside, closing the door behind me. I sent a wave of love from my heart to all of them, wishing them the joy that I felt awaiting me inside. My tribe was scurrying about to make all in readiness. I took a chair, wobbly as it was, and reached out my hands to join with those gathered as a blessing song was begun to start our celebration.

I awoke from this dream with my heart racing. I could feel how many folks will find themselves unprepared for the new lives that await us all. We are moving into a new way of being and creating. It requires attributes that this old matrix did not value. Money, power, possessions and the prestige of office hold no value. It is all about the heart’s flame and being true to oneself. Each offering the gifts that they were born with, in service to the whole. A new paradigm. Individualism and looking to gain for oneself has fallen by the wayside. Now it is about the whole, sleeping well knowing that no one is hungry, no mother is struggling to care for her child, no one is without shelter. That no one goes to bed without knowing that they are loved and cherished.

It would seem that in the dream, I was not upholding these principles of sharing and caring. But, I was. As each person had to learn the lesson of The Little Red Hen. The hen who asked for help all along the way to plant the wheat, to water it, to tend it, to harvest it and bake the loaf of bread. At the end of the story, all who had refused to help, wanted to eat of the bread. But she said, No, I will eat this bread as I was the one who did the work to make it.

Everyone has the choice to step out of the way that we have been programmed. We were taught that if we worked hard and followed all the rules, we would be taken care of. We have witnessed the systems breaking down and the emptiness of all of the promises. The rich get richer and the poor grow in number. Wars continue and people suffer. Companies lie, governments are not for the people. Profit is king and the well being of the workers is not considered. It has been a system of slavery.

Now it is for each to choose the life that they desire. Some will go away from the event in the dream and grumble and complain about the unfairness of it. They will spew hate at me for being the one denying their pleasure. Others will decide to gather and join forces to create an event of their own. Everyone will choose their response and in so doing, decide on the life that they will live.

Humanity is amazing in their creativity, resourcefulness, kindness and care for one another. Most hearts are full of such goodness and a desire to be of service to their fellow man. May we each offer what we are to our families, our villages and communities. That is how we change this world. Heart by heart, family by family, village by village. Not by aligning with system that pit folks against one another, as we are programmed to, but by opening our hearts and trusting our own wisdom. We are the ones that we have been waiting for. We are the ones who came to create a new earth. It begins inside each one, with our pure hearts, following our joy and clearing our own wake. It is time to grow and be sovereign in our own field. There is such wonder ahead. Peace and love to us all. We are blessed and may we bless all in our reach. May we know that our hearts’ love can reach around the world. May it be so.