The Tightrope Dancers

Posted on July 25, 2013 by lovelylinda

The sun bursting through the clouds.

Awoke with this image of so many of us, on a tightrope. We sense that our landing spot is just ahead, though our vision is limited at present. We glance over our shoulder at how far we have come and know that there is no turning back. If we look below, (always a tricky business as we are trying to maintain our balance, after all) we see all the things that we have jettisoned in order to have made it this far. So much that was near and dear to our hearts has been let go of. We feel the lightness and are glad. The wind picks up and begins to blow and it takes all of our focus to maintain our balance on our rope. We start to think of that warm coat, (think traditional employment), the hat that kept off the rain, (think owning a home), a warm meal eaten by a fire, (think family and possessions) and all that we knew to represent comfort and security. Yet, here we are, balanced on a tightrope across a chasm deep.

Our hearts tell us that a new world is just around the corner, we can feel its pulse. Our eyes have yet to see it, our bodies have yet to be warmed by it, our thoughts struggle to understand it. Our hearts dance and twirl with the feeling of it. Expansion ripples through each cell and threatens to throw us off balance with their movement.

We strain our eyes to see through the mist as we are so ready to stand on firm ground and feel rooted once again. The tightrope that lured us, has lost its appeal. Our feet ache from the strain and our bodies long to lie upon the earth. Being an adventurer has grown old, and the onlookers have long gone home.

I feel so many around me, taking the leap from the old ways into a new that they cannot name but can no longer resist. Many of my friends are like me, living in a room in someone’s house, staying with their adult children or camping out of their car. We move about as we are called by our soul, a modern day group of nomads wandering the highways and byways. We see the seeming safety of the old world, folks with mortgages and retirement accounts and settled “normal” routines. We wonder, have we made the fool’s choice? Yet, we go on.

There is a palpable feeling in the air and the earth that says we are at the threshold. The mist may lift in the next second, hold on! Hold on! We are about to land.

I see us like children, set free to run and play!

I bow to the courage and tenacity of all my fellow tightrope walkers. My heart sends out a ribbon of support as we take these last steps when it seems all the elements have conspired to press us ever more fiercely. We let it all go, let it flow over us and through us, feeling the flame of love engulf us. We are being welcomed home. There is a whole new galley of folks cheering at the finish line. Our brothers and sisters from the stars and our inner earth family, all come to whistle and hoot and clap their hands as we take our last steps on this tightrope. They are ready to wrap us in arms of love and show us around this new world we have longed to see. I see myself dropping to my knees to kiss the ground as I sob with the relief that we have arrived.

Of course, tomorrow may find me in a well of depression, flat on my back and unable to move. I am simply savoring this second day of feeling joy coursing through me. I am sharing this tightrope vision but am unattached, allowing the feelings to expand in me, no longer holding to visions or dates or anything outside of my heart. We are wiser beings now!

Letting Go and Allowing the Flow

Posted on July 23, 2013 by lovelylinda

A remarkable eagle sculpture visited on my recent Colorado trip. I love how it is positioned in flight. It is time to spread our huge wings and take flight!

I have been traveling…..on the inner and outer planes. It has been a solitary journey, discovering a space where I felt the privilege of being granted entrance. A space, void like in its emptiness, yet pulsing the energies of the ALL. The place before sound, before form. The ALL that is. I was shown a new role, asked, would I accept it. My immediate response, “Yes”, as I bowed to the greater knowing and will of my mighty I AM presence, Sophia and my Mother/Father God.

Even in the acceptance, the fullness of my decision came pouring in. I felt the dropping away of all that I knew as familar, and hence, the grieving along with the expansion. As a visionary, to let go of one’s visions of the future that had been mine to hold…..unsettling. All dreams of the beloved in form, of the love pods of community, of the co-creating process, the harmonizing……vaporized like smoke. Adult children who held the visions with me, the template that our soul group came to lay down, running through my heart like a rushing stream, to be carried away by its force. A sense that this was a solitary assignment, one of being a part of the underpinning of the Golden Age rather than an observing participant. Oh, I had thought myself made for the joy and love flame. Yet I am being offered something that was beyond any idea of joy or sorrow, beyond emotions, beyond duality concepts, beyond any aspect of past or dreamt future. All that was clear was that it is only in letting ALL go, that the newness can flow into form. To hold any idea of it, is to block the flow. This was a startling revelation.

The clouds played with me on my road trip, so many hearts given and appreciated.

Emptied in each cell, all opened and bled dry. To sit in the emptiness and breathe. There remained only the pulse. My job, to allow the entrainment. To allow it to infill me, to allow its movement within the all of me. It has been over a week in this linear time, an age in soul growth time. My body, mimicking the birth process so completely, contractions on and off for days, nausea, the inability to tolerate anyone in my field as all of my attention focused on the successful birth of this new life. The need to be sheltered, protected from discordant energies, the need for beauty and peace, the nesting activity to prepare for the birth. Stating my needs clearly and having them honored, though not being attached if they were not. Knowing the birthing would happen and that all that was necessary would appear. Trusting, trusting with each breath. The full moon amplifying this movement, bringing it to a crescendo. Thunder and lightening at the midnight hour, quick burst as the clouds released their load and my body birthed this pulse. Rivulets of sweat soaked my sheets as my breath came in a new way. I greeted this newness with all the tenderness of my mothering heart. Oh, you are here! Hosanna in the highest!

I have shifted an octave, stepped onto a new firmament and this morning, am able to feel the joy of it pulsing through my veins. I know nothing, I AM everything.

The misty mountains that offer their moisture to quench my thirst for beauty.

What I know from this space is that we are being called to let go. Let go of expectations that limit what we can experience, let go of all labels of self. Think of buying a new outfit and coming home to cut off the labels before wearing it. We must remove all the labels before we can wear our newness. Stand at the mirror before getting dressed this morning and become aware of what labels you are putting on. I am fat, I am a sharp dresser, I am a businessman, I am achy, I am an extrovert, I am intelligent, I am failing as a mother, I am depressed, I am tired, I am useless at dealing with money, I am weak in my upper arms, I am an addictive personality…….the list is endless. We have been conditioned to label ourselves from the time of our birth…..he is the shy one, she is just a pretty face, he is clumsy……on and on it goes. it is time to stand in the knowing: I AM that I AM. No qualifiers, no filters, no acceptance of others’ projections, no stories. Moving beyond the human story we have lived for lifetimes. Evolving into the divinity that we are.

The whales come to play on my drive.

My wings were given to me, taking my breath away as their color and form enfolded me. I was knocked off balance as I realized the stature required to carry them aloft. I AM committed to standing tall in this body, walking with the awareness of what flows from me, knowing myself as this blinding pink gold light. This beauty is only a fraction of who I AM, of who you are. We are beauty beyond our deepest imaginings. Dress yourself in that today. Allow the faeries to put on your robes, to bring your rods of power, to place the crown. Unfurl your wings and be dazzled by their brilliance. We are these mighty beings of light, come to light up this world with love. Our new roles are being given to us, the script the greatest love story ever told. I am so excited to play my part. It is time to own your majesty and allow it to reveal itself to you. Your part cannot be played half as well by another. Commit to learning your lines and giving the performance of all of your lifetimes. The stage is being set, our collective “Yes!” is what allows the curtain to rise. It is show time.

I bow before your light as I own my own.

Super Moon Sunday, Are You Still Standing?

Posted on June 23, 2013 by lovelylinda

A ring around the sun that appeared the day before the solstice. I love the rainbow ray that was reaching out to me and the pink orb of love.

This Solstice weekend has felt like being squeezed through a wringer washer of old. I have come out like a limp, damp rag on the floor. I have been surfing waves of energy, riding high in the realms of knowing that all is well, and tumbling into the troughs of despair and emptiness where walls surround. My physical body has been bloated, uncomfortable with waves of nausea passing through. It is as if I ate this super moon and I sit here rubbing it! Not as the laughing Buddha but more as a pregnant woman who is feeling the extra weight hampering her movements.

And yet……there is this excitement of the impending birth. A sparkling that flows through my veins along with the sluggishness. It makes sense to me that as duality is ending, we would be experiencing both ends of the spectrum. Our minds question how to navigate these choppy waters. What I am discovering is a greater capacity to fully feel both ends of the spectrum and all that lies in between while retaining an observer’s mind. The questioning of the what, why, hows in my life has died down. There has bloomed a deeper knowingness. The seeking has left my heart. I AM enough. I AM here. I AM showing up with an open heart. There is simply the surrender to the ride, up and down and all around.

Sunlight streaming in, transforming the old patterns of suffering of the cross into the new patterns of joy.

I spoke with a friend last night and came away feeling so much surer, so clear. By telling one another our stories of the past week or so, (in which we have lived lifetimes!) we both came to a fuller understanding and knowing that all is well. I fell more deeply in love with Sophia, my I AM presence, for her orchestration of my life to align with my divine plan. I fell in love with Linda Marie, for her dearness, her willingness to open to love again and again. I so love me! We both had experienced a death that left us limp and empty. My body is moving slowly as I allow my divinity to flow in unimpeded. I accept that I AM divine. I AM love. My guidance has told me that it is time for me to receive love. To bring the balance of giving and receiving. My heavenly family knows of my gratitude, their message this week was: “Enough Linda. We know your grateful heart. Now, allow yourself to receive our gratitude for your work, for your contribution.” My personality self was surprised by this, had to breathe this in and find room for it. To open my cells and let their lovelight stream in. Yes, it is liquid goldlovelight that is an elixir that I did not know I craved. One drink, and I knew it was the nourishment that I needed. I am drinking gallons of lemon water as I allow this elixir of appreciation and honoring to flood my cells. It carries peace, of a peachy-pink hue that melts my body into the couch, the water, the ground.

This is contrasted by the moments of claustrophobia, when my skin feels too tight, body too small for the light that streams in. I bite my fingernails, flush hot and then cold, toss my hair off my neck, flail about restless as the contraction pulls me in. Comfortable? Not in the least! Oh, the wonder of these bodies, doing this work of internal change while still in operation mode. At times, it feels I have taken a bite of the magic apple that has put me in a semi-sleep state. Words disappear, objects go missing and then reappear in unusual places, knowledge of how to use things evaporates. The other morning, I awoke to my cell phone ringing. I picked it up and could not for the life of me, remember what to do to answer it. My mind registered, “This is a communication device.” Strange wording and I sat there, trying to access the knowledge of how to use it. I knew that once I had known this. It was one of the many surreal experiences that are happening with greater frequency as we move between dimensions.

Trust. I trust the process. I surrender to it. What else is there? I thank God for nature as when I am jumping out of my skin, sitting with a flower, watching the leaves move with the wind, smelling the grass, allowing the water to caress me……these bring me into the moment. I can live there when all else is chaos and confusion.

I pulled this card of passion the other day. I know this dancing flame is in me and will surface when my body is ready.

The outer world is reflecting the dismantling of the old. Our inner worlds are being mirrored in more and more hearts as the love streaming in does its magic. My dream world is giving me glimpses and assurances that it has already happened, we are in the Golden Age of Peace. I find the ground beneath my feet is more solid, even if I am inclined to lie upon it rather than dance! I know that the dancing is to come as I embrace the doldrums and let myself be. All is part of the whole, the unease and the joy. I AM ABLE for this. As are you. This is why we came, to take all of this experience into our bellys, hold it and rub it with love and send it forth in a shower of light. Like Fourth of July fireworks going off, one by one, we are adding our light to this world. The variety and ingenuity is amazing. No wonder the heavens are smiling in delight!

Pink Blanket of Peace

Posted on June 17, 2013 by lovelylinda

My life lessons had stretched out in an endless series of arches to make my way through.

After a day of extreme restlessness and nausea, where I felt claustrophobic in my own skin, I have come out on the other side. It is interesting how our bodies are such wisdom keepers. I honor mine for all that she imparts to me. During the day of unease, I searched for a way to contract into some kind of comfort. I began to think, “Oh, it is time to rent a place of my own so that I can be alone during these times.” I was feeling the challenge of birthing the new energies in the midst of sharing space with various frequencies about me. I recognized that as a contraction, a pulling in to a perceived place of safety. My higher wisdom advised me to breathe and allow the feelings to flow through me without attaching to a need to act about them. This is so counterintuitive to our conditioning. We have been trained that if we feel something, we must then do something. In truth, to express our feelings as they arise, is all that is necessary. We do not have to act on them unless we are truly guided to. In these times of planetary clearing and cleansing, most feelings are arising to be fully felt. They are seeking some attention and are then happy to be lovingly released. We are being gifted with a thorough vacuuming of our inner space. All the rubbish that we stored in our hearts and souls, is now wanting to be cleared out. Our divinity awaits entrance, room must be made as we are these immense beings of light. Our human bodies are so small in comparison, it is an amazing feat that we are in the process of, flowing our divinity into our human forms. We are bringing heaven to earth through our beautiful bodies.

The river flowing with my heart.

Yesterday, I awoke after the best night sleep I had had in years. I felt alive and healthy. I floated in the water, took a long walk by the river, went to the farmer’s market and was enlivened by all the fresh vegies and fruits calling to me, came back and napped deeply, lay under a shade tree and played with the dancing shadows, back into the water, drank gallons of juice, beet, carrot, cilantro, strawberry and watermelon in many different combinations. My body felt so happy! It had loosened its edges, expanded to accommodate the increased light of my divine self. I felt wrapped in a pink blanket of love and peace. The earth herself seemed wrapped in this garment of peace. A hush resounded from her heart to mine.

This morning I am awash in this pink light of love. My guidance is to live this pink. To breathe pink peace, in and out. To dance it, to tone it, to exude it. I AM this pink lovelight. There is no trying, no more thought, no more seeking. The knowing arose that I am complete. There is nothing outside of myself that I need. All is contained within as I am the all.

I had felt the need to release more folks, as our frequencies no longer matched. There was some sadness in this despite having done it so many times before. I recalled that this was the way when I initially took a leap forward, I would find myself by myself and with myself for a time as the energies integrated and anchored in my form. I knew it was all temporary, simply a fading from view for a time and then the reunion as we all find ourselves back in the arms of the One. Trusting the process and the wisdom of it all. Knowing I am flowing on a river of grace.

I was gifted with a vision of completion. The work in Scotland with the Rose line of love, was the last of my heavy lifting. The death process as I left that country, was the clearing that allowed this soft, expansive, divine aspect to enter in. I am made new in these energies of love. My body now needs only rest and space to renew itself. A new life is about to be born. I am standing on the cusp of it as the Solstice and full moon approach. The energies of both are pulling me forward, like a mother’s arms supporting me, as I begin those first attempts to relax, let go and float on my back in the waters of life.

The pink allows us to come down from the cross of separation. The rose and thistle reunited as we come to know all as love.

My heart is wide open with the wonder of it all. Who knew it was possible to move in the world with a heart on fire? Waves of leaping flames consume me, followed by a gentle blaze that I rest in. In breath and out breath……fanning the flames or calming them. All in perfect order. I am in the earth, in her fiery core, breathing with her. I pull the pink blanket of love about us and we let the flames rock us to and fro. There is only this. I am this pinkness, I am this peace, I am this love. Every pain and sorrow lived since the initial separation from Source, has been worth it. For this now, this knowing, this completion. My tone rings out in gratitude. I feel your hearts, singing with mine. We are home, once more cradled in our Mother’s/Father’s love.

The Phoenix Arises from the Ashes

Posted on June 14, 2013 by lovelylinda

Through the tunnel

Hello everyone! I have been gone so long and yet it was a blink of an eye. I am now arising in my newness and feeling my way, flowing my divinity. I have lived more fully the death process, and despite the hollow sound of the husk of me rattling in the wind, I am so grateful for the space it opened.

On the morning that I awoke, knowing in all my cells that my work was done in Scotland and it was time to leave, a friend told me that I lived the phoenix experience. It was a part I chose to play here on earth. I laughed as I have done my share of dying and rebirthing but had not thought of it in that context. She said that I was on the cusp of yet another such experience.

Yosemite falls which called me to visit before I flew to Scotland. As I stood at its base with my sons, a tone was released and a mini snow storm ensued!

Little did I know that the cusp meant that day! My guidance told me to move quickly, so I began my journey by train to my departure city, flying out within 24 hours. During that period, I went through the most intense death experience to date. Initiations do increase in intensity as does our ability to explore greater depths and heights of our beingness. I moved from train to hotel to bus to plane in a fog of tears as waves of emotions moved through me. I felt as if I were standing under the pressure of a huge waterfall that threatened to knock me over and drag me under. Every lifetime that I had experienced since the original agreement to explore separation, came roaring down. It cascaded over me in a torrent. Resistance was futile, this I knew. The seven weeks of work in that ancient land had left me spent. I had no resources to draw upon. There was only one path open. I opened my heart and let the water take me. I let go. I surrendered. Take me, I whispered in my heart. Take me home.

Once the waves subsided, I found myself washed up upon an unknown shore. I felt dried out. A husk of physicality, all juiciness sucked dry. The marrow of my bones remained. I heard the sound of my dryness, rattling in the wind. I knew nothing except that the “I ness” of me, remained. How does one move with no fluid in one’s veins? I observed as if from a great height, the being that lay taking in breaths of air through a chest filled with fluid. Water and its absence, both were present in me.

Hailstorm engulfing me, shattering the old shell of my beingness.

With wonder, I observed the space within. There was nothing left in me with which to resist this process. All had been washed away. I was clean and clear, no thing to move around, nothing to block my view. I floated in open space as what I knew not. There was no being to judge this experience, simply the witness, witnessing. I surrendered to the emptiness, as there was no me to forge a resistance. I and the space were one.

A soft landing awaited in California, sunshine and a soul so dear to my heart, my youngest son, my joy boy, now a man. He allowed space for my re-entry. Soft tendrils of creativity began to flow into the space of me, as I lay observing his art about me, lighting me up with its colors and form. More movement as I journeyed from San Francisco to Sacramento, once again landing in a space provided by my former husband, in my former home. I had not thought I would be here again in this way, yet here I was. Accepting the grace of it, trusting all as my I AM presence, dear Sophia, directed my movements.

My elder son greeting me, having the perfect “prescription” of music for my soul. I lie on the floor with him as he played music that brought great sobs of release. He knew my body still had releasing to do, trauma of lifetimes of hardship and heartache to move through. What a gift his perception was. All of me needing emptying. We have entered into the new lands where joy reigns supreme along with ease and grace. It is a work to let go of the struggle, the pain, the backpack full of bricks of calcified emotions of grief. The tears a healing balm despite the way they racked my form. I saw each cell open and upend its load, allowing the music to carry it away. Angelic beings surrounding me, transmuting it all into usable light once more. This is my offering. This is my skill, my talent as it were. To swim in the sea of unconsciousness, drink it in my cells, then purge it all in a great outflowing wave as it returns to its true essence of love.

How blessed I am by these two male souls who incarnated through me, with me, providing the scaffolding to stand upon as the new is in the process of construction. Wide shoulders, towering hearts. strong legs grounded in the earth…..I gifted myself with their presence for these times. My gratitude for me, for them, immense.

A giant sequoia showing me how to be a conduit for heaven and earth.

Each day, I awaken with the excitement of an explorer, open to what presents itself. My trust is complete in dear Sophia to allow my divinity expression through this vehicle of light. I recall a moment of feeling my beloved so powerfully in me, surrounding me. My heart bursting in the bloom of that love. I wondered how I could live in the knowing of his essence and his coming into physical form. How could I live with my heart like a live coal burning in my chest? Was it possible to breathe in this flame? Did I not have to shield myself in some way? No, the next breath informed me. This is the new way. Heart wide open beyond what I knew possible, each breath expanding it further. Vulnerable in every way. This is freedom. This is what I have sought. Always the desire to breathe deeper, go farther, live more fully this liquidlovelight that is my song.

Oneness is offering itself in every moment. It is not behind any of the old doors. Within each heart stands the portal. Courage is needed to step over the threshold. The new land awaits. All of nature and life stands at the ready, to offer assistance. The trees, the breeze, the waters, the fire and the earth, herself, all line the pathway on the other side. It is one step that requires every cell in your being to desire. Oh, how I love our courageous hearts, our cells of light, our loving blood. All rushing to this threshold to be met with the embrace of oneness that takes our breath away. Inhale, exhale and I AM. In this is the story, in this is the ALL. I have heard my future self laughing for many months gone by and now I laugh with her as she and I are one. Oh, what a grand adventure we have been on! I have come home. My journey of wandering with no physical home for the past four years, honed this truth in me. I knew it in my mind yet now I live it fully in my heart. I AM grateful to be free. I AM liquidlovelight falling through space and time, unceasing. No beginning and no end. I and my Mother/Father are ONE. Hallejuah!

Time for Forgiveness Between the Sexes

Posted on May 31, 2013 by lovelylinda

The rose can be a symbol for the masculine as well as the feminine heart. We are all love, that is our truth. I want to thank my friend, Bev, for honoring the request of her roses that they be included in a blog. Aren’t they stunning?

Women have adopted a cultural belief that men cannot be depended upon. They often react in one of two ways: by shaming or bullying the man for his former transgressions, whether personal or familially, or giving away their power to the man in an attempt to feed his ego as the one in charge. Neither path leads to freedom.

In truth, it is the path of the feminine to lead the masculine into following and supporting her intuition and knowing. Each has their place, their way of moving that is empowering for both, a win win relationship .

Many women hold a great deal of resentment and anger towards the masculine, and many men are afraid to put down the shields with which they have guarded their hearts. Who is to go first? Both are called to be brave, courageous and lay down their burdens. Women must hold their men in a field of love that allows the shame of past actions to be dissolved. Yes, the woman is called to be this love. Not concerned with whether it is deserved or not, it is. We are all deserving of love and it takes moving beyond the daily perspective to a wider viewpoint to truly see this. Our men have lived under a burden of shame for their past warrior roles and have no templates from which to guide them in the new way. They wish to express the pain in their hearts for their collective role but have been denied an opening by the feminine. Many retreat into addictions as a way of trying to ease their pain.

Yes, the feminine heart carries great pain for the centuries of patriarchal abuse that has left her disempowered and afraid to speak her truth. This has created a standstill that has gone on long enough. It is time to break this deadlock of blame and shame. Women, it falls to us to take the first step in reconciliation. We have the power and wisdom of our mother to draw on.

Men must be willing to become warriors of the heart, dropping their shields and allowing themselves to feel fully, to cry, to express their emotions without restraint in order to get in touch with their own hearts. This will lead them to honor the hearts of the women.

Women have to allow the men room to play their protector, shielding role. Men need to listen to the hearts and knowing of their women without judgment and to support her in walking her truth. Women want to be supported to flow their feminine knowing without being questioned by a logical male mind. Men want to be free to protect and support without feeling less than or overpowered by their females. They wish to use their strength to guard their women and children. Women want to be recognized for their intuitive wisdom and to flow their gifts of knowing to the earth and their families. They desire to be supported by the strength of their men so that they may move in the fluidness which is their nature.

Ultimately, this will lead to the inner balance that we all seek, of our inner masculine and feminine working in harmony. I have experienced the joy and freedom that comes when I held a field of love for the men in my life. Shame melted away, allowing the ray of healing to penetrate the heart. Distances and misunderstandings melted as each was able to view the other free from blame or judgment. It is a process, it takes time and effort to be fully present in the now. There can be no viewing of the other through the lens of the past, as that is what keeps the deadlock entrenched. Instead, it is a moment by moment practice to see the divine one another, to recognize that we are all doing our very best in each moment and to allow grace to flow between us. Call upon your angels to melt your own and others hearts with liquidlovelight and witness the magic that is possible. Let there be no more divisions, let us gift our children a new template of harmony between the sexes where each is honored for the gifts they bring. The new age is upon us, it behooves us to not delay.

Wesak Full Moon Offers a Gift for All

Posted on May 21, 2013 by lovelylinda

The sun doing what it does, beaming lovelight to us on the Isle of Skye

This weekend, we are offered an amazing gift by our moon. There is a full moon lunar eclipse, called the Wesak moon as Lord Buddha presides in this month of May. We have not been raised to pay attention to the moon and sun, we simply accept that they are there doing their job, day in and day out. It is time to change this relationship and see it for the wonderous one that it is.

Our sun has been opening us with major solar flares these past few days. Her rays have streamed in as liquid lovelight (yes that is where the image and wording came from) that enters our beings and loosens all that is not love. You may have found yourself irritable, anxious, or panicky. All normal responses to the release of stuck emotions. Please see this as the gift that it is and allow the emotions to flow through you. Do not hold to them or claim them as who you are. Simply enjoy the “love flush” and let all the old fears and sorrows and griefs and grievances to float away. Remember to thank the sun for her gift to you! She likes to be acknowledge just as we all do.

On Saturday, as the beautiful full moon shines down upon us, speak to her and tell her that you release all that no longer serves you. State, “I let it go!” You can let it go with love. Then ask for her gift, the gift of opening you to more of your divinity. She is offering it but as is the case in this life, we must ask for it. Please do, she is so wanting to gift you and me and all of us. Remember to thank her as you bathe in her light.

I do not have a recent photo of the moon but this ceiling made me sing “Glory to God” in gratitude.

All of life conspires to assist us but we must do our part by asking, by showing gratitude and appreciation and by honoring ourselves, one another and all of nature that surrounds us. LIfe is beautiful and the magic is there if you are willing to reach for it. I will be dancing in the moonlight, would love to see you there!

Weaving with the Mountains on the Way to the Isle of Skye

Posted on May 11, 2013 by lovelylinda

On the drive to Skye

The eclipse kept me awake till the wee hours of the morning. I was being picked up a mere three hours later so I did not have a large reserve of energy. My friend had felt a route call out to the isle of Skye that involved some backtracking and circuitous routes. The mountains are either side of us were happy to have my toning, in fact they passed the message along that we were on our way and they stood eager to feel our energies. I felt the chambers underneath open and the sound connected to openings in the mountains of Tibet. Light language flowed out from my voice in new tones. There was an area where the mountains had been disagreeing, holding to separateness, much like parts of humanity. All were asking for love, to remember their truth of oneness. I entered an altered state and toned for what felt like hours as we flowed along, weaving lovelight through the valleys and deep underground. I felt our Galactic family from space, our Agarthan family from the inner earth, the elemental kingdoms flowing with us, all there to bring through the oneness and love.

By the time we arrived at our destination on Skye, I was shattered. I felt a few moments of fear move through me. I so emotional as the energies were so big and my vessel felt so small for the task I felt myself called to. I wondered at finding myself in a new place, with new folks, wanting something familiar that I could hold onto. Nothing came but once the energy released with a few tears, I knew that a night’s sleep would bring me renewal.

The day dawned beautiful and bright. The views from the house are magnificent. I felt called down by the water, to work with the cliffs along the edge. Three of us found ourselves climbing up the cliff. Two of us headed to a door we could see in the rock face. The other went to another spot she felt called. I remembered the song that I sang to open that doorway from another time. The rock radiated heat and a feeling of deep peace. I felt called to lay on the ground in front of it as we were being given codes and our energies were spiraling with those of our brothers and sisters on the other side of the doorway. Joy coursed through my veins as we both felt suspended in a space of no time. We did eventually climb down, an almost vertical drop. We drove on to Kilt rock, a place with a rushing waterfall falling down the cliff. The railing that held you back from the cliff was made of pipes with a tiny hole at the top where the wind rushed through. It sang an incredible song, as teh wind here is a force. They tell me that it often reaches speeds over 100 miles an hour! Not for the faint hearted, this isle. Druid lifetimes came back into view as we recognized one another from another age. I found myself standing with my arms outstretched, the wind pushing against me, threatening to knock me off my feet. I laughed, recalling this vision of myself in Scotland, standing thus, from a month ago when the knowing came that I was to return to this ancient land to enact my ancient role.

Findhorn

Posted on May 7, 2013 by lovelylinda

Feeling the magic of Findhorn

Hello all! I am grateful to all who have continued to check in for posts that have not appeared! This whole trip has been a new experience for me as I seem to be floating in a dreamscape. Ease and grace have been my companions and my heart is so grateful. I have had little access to the internet and have been challenged to use this tiny ipad device. My guidance has been pretty strong about me having little time to post blogs or communicate through the internet. My inner being has been jealously claiming all of my being that it can for the inner work that I am doing n this land. My brain turns to mush after about 10 minutes of answering emails or trying to connect on facebook. So I will write as long as the energies allow this morning.

I am sitting in the Blue Angel cafe in Findhorn, an intentional community on the north coast of Scotland. More and more, I feel the ancient soul of this land and that it holds so much magic and many secrets from our past. My ancient Celtic soul has awakened and she takes me deep into times past as I walk through ruins of cemeteries, chapels and castles……the C’s! There is a poetry present in the landscape that sings in my heart. The earth feels so alive with the energies of fairies and magical beings. The mists and overcast skies seem to be a part of it all as nothing is quite clear, rather appearing in a softened light. My body feels underwater, moving slowly, sleeping deeply and dreaming broadly.

The meditation center

Many faces here appear elf like to me and my face seems familiar to many as I am told over and over that someone knows me from somewhere. Yes, I reply, you do. Our souls know one another from another time. I have been blessed with companionable companions on my journey, weaving our heartlights as one. I read the autobiography of Dorothy MacLean, called Memoirs of an Ordinary Mystic. I was very impressed with the dedication that she and the other two founders of this community, displayed. Dorothy wrote: “I must choose to be in my own wholeness, to be one with God, and from there resonate with the Divine aspect of a plant or any other being I wish to contact. This means going into the deepest love that I know, for it is love that connects us with the rest of life.”

She was able to connect and receive messages from the devic kingdom of the plants and land as well as the individual plants. I am inspired to seek this connection with the land. Dorothy is still a resident of this community, now in her nineties, she is seen taking slow walks about the place. Her work lives on as the community continues to attune to their own inner nature as well as the land about them before they begin any work. There are many who came here as young ones and remain as elders, guiding the community as it evolves with the times.

view from my seat in the cafe

Mary Magadelene is calling me to work with women to open their throats and speak their truth. We have been shy about sharing our gifts as the memories of the persecution and suffering, arises in our cells. It is time to move past those memories, to clear our cells and bodies of the trauma and let our hearts fly free. I open myself, and discover that the divine feminine flows through with ease, to assist the other with relaxing their jaw and allowing the sound of each one’s truth to come forth.

I am feeling my note and sounding it with greater clarity and joy. I am weaving your heartlights with mine as I create a new tapestry of light to overlay that of ancient times. We are such bright ribbons, it is a joy to weave our colors and sounds together. I love each of you as myself.

Isle of Iona

Posted on April 28, 2013 by lovelylinda

I am feeling so frustrated without my computer. Learned my lesson to not attempt something new before a trip. Internet connection is dodgy while traveling so I will do what I can.

My third time in Rosslyn Chapel, I was able to descend into the crypt room and tone. The grief had been released with my tears the previous two times there, now I was free to sing my love and joy into the space. It felt very healing. There was a lovely evening of three poets reading their work along with a string quartet playing Dvorak’s love songs. Candlelight, the music filling the rafters, the voices of the poets with their Scottish brogue and my heart swelling as tears flowed. What a wonderful last evening. Two women came to join our party so there were five of us to form a pentagram of the divine feminine. We sat on a grid we made and Mary Magdalene channeled through with her gratitude for what we were anchoring in our coming together.

As I was preparing to leave the cottage our last night to head off to Edinburgh with my two new friends, I went to say goodbye to the lapis skull that I had formed an affinity with during the week. I felt very emotional saying goodbye, kissed him and cried a bit. As I was walking out the door, the woman who owned the skull, came out and said he said, “You cannot lether leave.” So she determined that the skull must travel with me as that was his desire. She had not been given his name and today he gave it to me, it is Ioum, similar to Iona. He is so glad to be with me, and I him. Lapis is the stone of El Morya, so a further confirmation for me of this path. We did much to anchor the twin energies with Mary Magdalene.

he new grouping of three women

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