My son, Gabriel’s latest creation. Can you feel the frequencies encoded? gaberobertsart.com

So much clarity and insight is flowing in these days. I saw how we create structure in our lives in order to hold ourselves. We create various identities and roles as a means of feeling safe and comfortable. It has been our security. We have been programmed to adopt labels and live within their confines. We do this on so many levels, how we eat, how we pray, how we vote, how we dress, how we socialize. We forget that inherent in every structure, concept, belief, is its destruction. We hold to the form, not realizing that we imprison ourselves in the doing. Truly, we are fluid beings, moving to the rhythms of our earth mother, our sky father. I see the image of Gulliver, a giant, tied down by a thousand tiny ropes. We are these huge beings of light, who have become tethered and bound by our attachments to form.

Wild sky I drove under yesterday.

We are being gifted with the unexpected in these now times. The weather no longer follows “normal” patterns, our bodies are exhibiting unusual and unexplainable symptoms, our sleep cycles no longer adhere to an eight hour block, our energy levels are not sustainable, our relationships with food and time and ourselves are changing. The unexpected allows us to move more fully into the present moment. Watch what happens when an event you were looking forward to, is cancelled. Witness the threads that flow to disappointment, to having things move in an expected pattern. Breathe in gratitude for the opening allowing curiosity to be present. What will fill this space? We are being challenged to find comfort in the not knowing of the next moment. Challenged to be fully present rather than allowing routine and form to reduce us to conditioned, muted responses to life.

We can unhook. We can sever the ropes (that turn out to be only threads) that keep us tied. We are moving into formlessness. In order to do so, we have to allow the flow. Fluidity invokes grace. We can unhook from the imposed programming of productivity. We can allow ourselves to daydream, to putter, to drift. We can drop words like lazy, idle, layabout. We can let go of the judgment and move towards the joy. We have defined ourselves by what we produce in the world of form yet we are entering the formless. Yes, we will continue to be creative, we will take action, but more organically, more authentically in each moment. It will be with a sense of play that we knew as children, living in the world of  magic and make believe.

Source is always present to infill the empty spaces. When we allow openings, when we sit until we feel a desire arise to move, we invite more of ourselves, more of the Godhead, to enter in. A perfect guest, She/He does not come uninvited. We must open the door and ask Her/Him in.

Spider seeking the essence along with me.

Those near and dear to me reach out when they need permission to listen to their hearts. I offer that permission to unhook, to let go, to step back. I encourage stepping out of form, allowing the flow to take them. I encourage radical self care. I encourage expression of every fear. I encourage feeling everything and letting it flow through. I encourage acceptance of the gift of grace. I offer a field of love that hears all, holds all without judgment. This we are allowed. The Creator does not judge us. The Creator loves us. There is no check list that we must complete to earn love. Love is. Love is given freely. It is time for us to embody this within ourselves and with everyone whom we interact.

Even love has been locked into form.  A static form that does not allow anger, that only has a soft voice. Love is a flame that blazes truth. It can slice through illusion, it can wrap you in a pink blanket of fuzzy comfort, it can pull the rug from under your feet.  It has the power of creation and that includes destruction. Often the darkest nights, have offered the greatest gift of love.

Clouds blushing in the dawn light.

Just for today, let us give ourselves permission to unhook. To see each person anew, as who they are presenting themselves in this moment. To do each task as if for the first time. To look for magic, to smile more, to open our hearts more fully, to express gratitude for the beauty that surrounds us. It is all perspective, heaven or hell is our call. Attention and intention. Allowing the flow, accepting all that enters our world as a gift sent from our higher aspect to aid in our evolution. Peace is permissible, listening to our hearts is highly advised, loving ourselves, essential, imagining vital.  Be this. I grant you permission.

Oh, these energies are so amazing in their intensity and fluidity. Throughout my day yesterday, I was given signs of the masculine stepping in to its role of protector and supporter of the feminine. I made the two hour drive to the VW dealership, where I bought my car and had such a traumatic experience. I had sent my angels ahead to pave the way for ease and grace and total support in getting the fixes my car needed. I also flooded all beings there with love light. I was greeted by the service manager and his master mechanic. After being told by another VW mechanic that the wind whistling sound was a “happy sound” and that I should just get over it, it was a relief to have someone acknowledge that my concern was genuine. When you drive hour upon hour, like I do in the summer months, wind noise is not happiness! This master mechanic had written the fix for this very problem with my vehicle! He knew exactly what needs doing and ordered the parts to eliminate the noise. He will also fix the rug issue and touch up a scratch. Hallelujah! I felt teary as it was such a relief to be supported by the masculine. My elder son played his part in that support by staying on these guys when I got the run around. I received an apology for the way it was all handled and reassurance that next week, all will be set to rights.

I spoke with many friends, who were experiencing the men in their lives, stepping up to offer greater support. It had me in tears as I could feel the pride the men feel to offer that support to the women and the relief the women feel to let down their swords. So many of us have had to carry one to fight for our rights, to make sure that the babies were cared for, to run the households. Existing in the energy of the patriarchy, has taken its toll. We have run the masculine energy for so long, it is an adjustment to let down our guard, to soften into our true feminine natures. It has not been a safe place to do so. Now, it is. And it changes everything. We will see this out pictured more and more in the world. Look for it! As we know, in doing so, we create more of it.

The soft feminine flowering

The wonderous strength of the masculine. What joy to lean upon it.

I read an article about this masculine energy that is flowing in. I leave you with this:

The full expression of this wild masculine sexual energy needs a very powerful, open, wild womb to receive it – a ‘Magdalene’ Womb. When the wild feminine rebirths the wild masculine, and when men claim the full magnificence of their loving power, a New Earth is birthed.

~ Azra Bertrand www.thefountainoflife.org

Time bends and swirls, the body feels the roller coaster ride sensations, nausea and  exhilaration. This mystical month of May, full of Wesak energies of the Buddha. My son, born during this time, a buddha boy come to earth. Were we deep in the Buddha’s realms together? Not in the way you might think. We spent almost two weeks searching for a used car to replace my beloved, Maxie, whose time had come. There was grieving for the shedding of that form (yes, I grieved for all that she and I had been through, all the miles and spaces we had traveled, thousands upon thousands of highways and dirt roads across the USA and Canada). I had thought we were both to get new forms, magical ones of a pegasus for her, light body for me.

It all came about differently than I thought, I heard that it was “all purposeful” including the timing of the engine warning lights signaling transmission failure. I had not considered entering the banking world yet was guided to take out a loan from the credit union. I was guided to buy from a car dealership. All unfamiliar to me. I had no idea what kind of car I required as I have no idea of the life ahead. I don’t see myself as a commuter, will I still drive long distances? Do I need power for mountain roads?  Will camping still play a big role in my life? Good fuel economy, solid frame? What were the components that I require?  How long will cars continue to be a part of our lives? How long will money continue to play a role?  It was difficult to make sense of it all as I live so much in my vision of the future, that this in between land feels unreal.

Saying goodby to Maxie in her old form, ready to welcome her into her new form.

My elder son loves cars and so assisted me in my search.  It was exhausting, frustrating work for us both. Coming into contact with corporations, consumerism, banking….was far out of my comfort zone. I could feel the sting of centuries of usury, deception, manipulation, and programming. All designed to enslave mankind. The weight on men’s souls, the bowed backs as they struggled to provide for their families. There has been so much suffering and pain.

The structures of this world are collapsing. I was shown how purposeful it was for my son, who is highly conscious of all the control that has shaped and formed this present reality, and I,  to touch into these systems with our light. Many of us are being called to engage with the old in order to hasten its demise. We both had physical reactions to the energies that we were meeting. Nausea, chills, fevers racing as the energies moved through us both. It took its toll. We were exhausted at the end of each day’s search. The masculine environment challenged my feminine in many ways. So many layers being confronted in what appeared to be a simple purchase. I am grateful that it is done. Grateful to have had my son standing with me.  Grateful for our time together. Grateful for our knowing of all that we were facing.

I have returned to beloved Mount Shasta, traveling in Maxie’s new form. My body, not feeling as shiny and bright as hers. I have been resting, allowing the mountain to infill me. Images flash of other mountains, lakes that I am to sit near. My body needing time to prepare for summer outdoors, under the stars. I need physical strength and stamina. Everything ahead shimmers, bending and folding as I approach it. I am calling this the summer of love. Sensing that awaiting us all on a level we have not experienced in human form. Trusting in that love as time disappears like a mirage in the desert. If you look directly at it, it flickers and fades.

In this now, the colors of the spring flowers, the smell of the rain dampened earth, the mist shrouded mountain, are imbuing me with their healing properties. I am drinking them in. The seeds have long ago been planted. I am no longer seeking teachings, practices, outside guidance or gatherings for nourishment. Mother Nature is nurturing my seeds, she is an old hand at this work. I trust in her abilities as well as my own. I know that I am awakening daily to more of my beauty, my mastery. It has been there all along, but as the seeds long buried, spring to life, I marvel at who I am. At who you are. At the beauty and variety of beings present on this planet of love. I rest and open to the rain, the sunlight, the starlight. I am in the ground, feeling the swelling of the seed. The discomfort felt as I struggle to break the shell of the old form. Yet, already breathing in the fragrance from the blossom that I am. All contained in this now. The wonder, the wonder of bearing witness. We are privileged participants in this shift of the ages.

My roommate caught me dancing my delight with the sun and flowers and trees.

Oh, the lovely energy streaming in today! I am drinking elixirs of love, a pink smoothie and a juice, both holding all the colors of the rainbow but the pink dominates this day. Beltaine, the Celtic Day of Fertility, bonfires and flowers, dancing and laughter, wild sex and ecstatic love. Woohoo. I can feel it all flowing in my bones, dancing out the rhythms of the drums. Our modern life seems so flat and one dimensional when seen against that background.

Today marks the 33 rd anniversary of when I met my former husband. 33, 3 children…oh, how I love the 3s! We spoke as we have done on this day each year, whether married or not, and expressed our gratitude for all that we have been and known of one another. We have truly taken the darkest shadows and the brightest moments and woven them into a book of love. It is amazing how we can rewrite our past. We have been conscious to do this over the past few years as painful memories surfaced, we allowed them heart space, we wove our love light about them and witnessed the transformation. It did not happen immediately, it took time and willingness on both our parts to let go, to surrender and to align with the family template of love that we came to create. What joy to know the truth of who we are. There is such freedom in allowing the love as everything in our being flows to that source within, the heart of love.

Pink elixirs

Throughout April, I heard, May movement. Yes, feeling that things are speeding up, the love flames are catching hold, embers stirred into wakefulness as our inner beings erupt and release the old patterning and pain. We are mirroring the earth as she quakes and shakes, spewing the old up and out. We are creating room for the love light to flow freely, as is she. Love is such a powerful force, it has a laser like focus that can dislodge the smallest particle of discord, disharmony, anger, shame, guilt…all of it, burned out. Our hearts have been crying out for this release and heaven and our own selves have answered our call.

Lantern flames of love.

I feel my sap rising, like the trees about me, my inner being blossoming like the most exquisite lotus. Petal by petal, it unfolds, each moment full of gentle movement and grace. How can we not love ourselves? We are so beautiful. We glow like the dogwood blossoms, an incandescent light that seeks to drink in and reflect the love light simultaneously. I feel drunk from imbibing all of this love!

The earth calls me to dance out this love, tone it, sing it, sigh it, stroke it, drink it, inhale it, consume it. Ahhhh, gratitude pours from my cells like sweat, dripping into our Mother Earth as nourishment, returning to me as a rocking cradle that I can nest in. We are one planet, singing a love song so true. The heavens are attuned and singing harmony to our song. Geese just flying overhead, affirming this truth with their honking that plays a note of joy on my heart. I love this world. I love you and I love me.