Shards of glass, I was reading something about turning them into reflective light. Feeling into times when I felt pierced to the quick, a shard finding its way into my heart’s core. We are programmed to feel the pain, to hide it deep under layers, to take it out whenever a tone of similar resonance plays in our world, and to injure ourselves afresh.

In this now, we are called to a new way. No longer viewing it as glass that cuts and causes bleeding. Rather, we can see it as a crystal gift, asking us to hold it aloft, to view its beauty and purpose from a higher vantage point. We are reminded that we called it forth into our world and that the other who presented it, is a soul friend, gifting us with exactly what we need. We can allow it to fully flow its energy through our being, whether that be sorrow or anger or pain. Once felt, we can release its reflective light to the All that is, adding to the shimmering rainbow frequencies of love light. Our hearts, clear and strong, free to beat out the tune of love that is our nature. No longer a repository of hurts and slights. Nothing hidden in its depths, all open in transparency.

How joyous, this new way. There is an ease and lightness that enters in as we accustom ourselves to this flow. I have been experiencing this in dreamtime. Awakening with an old injury alive within my heart, breathing in the feelings and calling in the violet flame of transmutation to lift them back to the love light. No more questioning why the feelings are there, no need to understand any of it, no longer impatient with the seemingly repetitive nature of some of the feelings, rather witnessing it all. Allowing the hollowness, the cloud that descends, knowing of the clearing that is inevitable. Riding through it with an open heart, feeling the wildness that allows.

 

 

My life is reflecting through a new lens these days. After years of Being, rather than doing, I am now actively doing. My daughter has returned from her Canadian home to await the birth of her first child. She intends a home water birth. I told her she was like a salmon, returning to this place where she was born at home to birth her baby.
My former husband, dear friend, has invited me here to assist in preparing the home for her and be her companion during this time. The house is always glad to have me back. I bring her back to beauty. The house rejoices in the gathering of the five members of this family in a circle of love and harmony. My daughter’s partner, soon to be husband will be the new addition as we all come to create a chalice of love light for this sweet soul to flow into. My daughter has chosen to not know the sex of the baby, but rather to focus on this being who is coming to bring diamond frequencies.

Days later, and a baby boy has come to us. We are all living in loveland with this wee being of the immense light. As my youngest son says, “Holding him is a meditation”. He connects you to Source as he emanates love light. When he opens his eyes and gazes at you, every fiber of your being desires to be all that you are. He calls you up higher. My daughter and her husband, waited days to decide on a name. He seemed so beyond a name to us all…we call him, Little Prince. He truly came trailing starlight.

It is such a gift to offer ourselves in service to this being. There are four or five of us in attendance, cleaning, freshening, cooking, grocery shopping, washing diapers, arranging fresh flowers, and the joy of joys, offering arms to hold him. My daughter was in tears one night, thanking us for assisting her so and we all agreed it was our joy. It feels holy and sacred as we each offer our talents to the little prince and his queen of a mother. As I live this, I send out the intent for every new mother and babe to be thus cradled in love and attention. It is the way of the new. All children deserve to have their mom’s and dad’s full attention during their first moon period on this earth. Grandparents, uncles, aunts, friends in attendance to shower them with love as that is what they have come from and know.

I have dreamed of the love pods forever it seems and now I am living a micro version of it. There is such a sweetness saturating our interactions, we flow in a sea of love. Today is my first day out and about as I have been called to hold a physical balance for this babe in the home. The baby’s other grandparents are in attendance today, having made the long drive from Quebec to California to welcome this one. There is a language barrier as they speak French and have limited English, and I have zero French. Yet our hearts connect and our eyes swell with tears as we share in our love of this little baby.

Love is all that there is. We are so blessed in this babe come to remind us all. My heart is rejoicing as the earth is now of a frequency that can support this high light. Wonder of wonders! My heart is singing a continuous song of Hosanna. I am so grateful for these beautiful souls landing in, for all who support and anchor them, for all who have done the clearing work to make this possible. We have entered a new age. September holds magic for us all as we open to the truth of our beings. I am living the wonder.

(No photos of the little prince to be published as his mama weaves her wise, protective energy about him).

Oh yeah, we are in the swirling energies! Whew! Emotions are running amok as folks release the old pains, sorrows, hurts. Nothing of the old energies can move through the portal that stands before us. Thank you, Creator! Why would we want to hold on to any of that old energy?

I am back in California. I was hit with a wave of old family issues the second that I walked in the door. I journeyed down that rabbit hole for a ways before catching myself in wonder. Drama? Does not feel good. I used to live in that world of trying to control events, people, life. I gave it up long ago when I invited my higher aspects to run the show from their broader perspective. Much was released for all parties involved in a relatively short time…..nice to acknowledge the growth we have all made. The biggest lesson was to follow your own joy. To speak and act your truth and let go of trying to protect another’s feelings or influence them in any way. We were taught to act in ways to make someone else comfortable or manipulate them so as to make ourselves comfortable. As if we can truly know what does or does not make another, comfortable. As if we can control what comes into another’s life in any way. As if we know what is good for them or not. It was never our job. Our job is to be the best version of ourselves that we can be in any moment. As we are true to ourselves, we allow others freedom to be in their truth. We are all creating our world. If I create discord…..which I did indeed bring roaring into my world, it is a gift I brought to myself. It is my job to see the blessing it offers, no one else’s. If someone chooses to see me in a certain way, that is none of my business. It is how I choose to see myself and love myself that matters.

Everything is here to assist us to the next level of our beingness. All of it a gift arranged by our higher selves and this infinitely loving universe. And everything is going to turn out alright! It is all good. All truly is well. I know this despite seeing some of the changes that are in store for our earth. I look at these visions, which might have induced fear in former times, but which now bring a deep excitement. I know that it is all part of a purposeful plan that allows us to shift into this golden age of peace we have yearned for since forever. I know that I am always in my perfect place in the perfect time. I know this for all others, there is no need to worry. There is only the love light surrounding us all.

I tune in, act on guidance received, show up where I am called and love it all. It is so simple. No need to understand with our minds, only to allow our hearts to soar free. We have come full circle, all of the intellectual striving, spiritual seeking, emotional cleansing leading us to this now. No more to fix, to research, to understand. We are free to breathe deep into our own knowingness. To trust in the benevolence of one another’s hearts. To imagine a life unfettered as we have come to know that joy comes from the most simple pleasures.

I am so grateful for the past couple of days of sinking in to the quiet and peace of a space by myself. Gratitude to the friends who offered me this respite. I have watched movies, eaten ice cream and pizza, not showered nor dressed, took long naps, sat and watched the sunset…rested. Indulged my body in every way, letting go. No exercise, not much communication except with a few who lift me or I had information for. Time out, so needed, so appreciated.

Today I am off to co-create with other dear hearts. Repacking for another stint of camping before assuming mama duties that I am choosing with such joy. I will have the last opportunity to mother my daughter, before she herself becomes a mother. She was an independent child, pushed away from the cuddling and nurturing, wanting to do everything herself. Now, I will give her all the caring that she will allow before she steps into that role for her child. I feel the wonder of this cycle and intend to savor every step.

My heart sings out the refrain, I am blessed, I am blessed. A cool breeze blowing…and I am flowing in its arms.

 

The Fourth of July in Yellowstone was a target given in a vision. A friend traveled with me to weave the light in this hot spot of the planet. I was shown that I would be completing the weaving that I had worked on the past two summers in this area. As we entered the park, a torrent of sobs poured forth from a deep part of my being. This was followed by miles and miles of chants, Native American in sound. I knew not the words or meanings, knowing only to open my throat to their utterance. A black crystal in Australia called Redman’s release was brought to our attention to connect with. My friend brought a black crystal with her…her Blackfoot ancestry along with all Native nations journeyed with us, there was a huge layer of old pain, anger, betrayal, despair awaiting release. I awoke from dreams where I was working with a friend who is a chief in the Lakota nation. we were pulling the density out of the earth with song and dance and drums.

During these days, it took all we had to sustain ourselves. I had to laugh as I would guzzle a jug of water, rush to pee, shake as I found food, be pulled under the earth in a drugged sleep. I recalled the first winter when I had three children, a two year old, a one year old and the baby. I would get everyone dressed in their snow suits, mittens, hats, scarves, boots only to hear, ” I have to go to the bathroom, Mommy.” Undress, begin again to find the baby needed a diaper change…finish that, then one needed a drink, bathroom, nurse..you get the picture. A twenty minute outing in the frigid temperatures could consume hours of the day. That is how I felt. Every time I wanted to simply sit with a book or to view the mountains, my body would require some tending. Whew…numbing fatigue to wade through. I found myself crabby, short tempered. I was in and out so frequently, each return to the surface found words inaccessible, responding to questions near impossible. My only desire to commune with the elemental world of nature.

I found myself under the earth, working with the molten mantle, the steam vents, the crust. I was given signs of encouragement. Twice I went into a bathroom to find a single piece of toilet paper on the floor in the shape of a heart. Really? Yes. Heart rocks under my feet, a double rainbow in the sky after a downpour. A hawk flying in spirals through the rainbow, flashing his white underbelly and gorgeous wings in a salute of love. We were blessed by a buffalo walking calmly towards us on a single lane road we took to view a waterfall. He walked right up to us, we pulled the car to the side of the road, he brushed the car as he passed, giving us a shock as his huge head was upon us! We saw a golden grizzly eating bugs from a rotting log, a black bear ambling past our campsite, elk with huge racks of antlers gazing calmly, birds waking me with a cacophony of sound each dawn. Everything alive and adding to this shift that we are in. The mountains, the geysers, the mud pots bubbling like a witch’s brew, sulfur filling our nostrils…senses filled to the brim.

Thunder and lightening storms have filled our nights. We were pushed to the edge with camping neighbors arguing in some language in the middle of the night. It went on for hours until 4 a.m. found us packing up our tents in the drizzling dark to move on. Another day we arrived back at our campsite exhausted to find an ambulance running its diesel engine as the paramedics tended to a women in the neighboring campsite. Our days filled with challenges as well as joys.

Lightening hitting the ground and moving up through our bodies, lighting them up. Our spines the mountain range, being cleansed by the thundering storms. I saw the way we release the infection from a wound, cleanse it with stinging peroxide and then sew it up to heal. The relief as we move into the sewing up stage! I feel that this morning as I love to weave, my body rejoicing in arriving at this point.

I have stood on the cliff by our campsite singing the sun down in some ancient tongue that flowed, watched dawn streak the sky in mists and soft pastels. This has been a mythic journey. I am reading a series of fairy stories of challenges and journeys that are mirrored in this realm. We walk in so many worlds, each connected in the oneness. My heart is full of gratitude for all who respond to the call to play their part in this unfolding drama as we birth the new earth. Everything in nature conspires to assist us as does the universe and all aspects of ourselves, past and future. We are witnessing the turning of an age. I know the blessing to have a body, to be present to the wonder. We are blessed. We are loved.

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.

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.

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.

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.