The birth of the babe in each of our hearts, holding the promise of love.

It is New Year’s Eve and I have been awake for hours, with the full moon shining her light in my window. I come out to the living room, add a log to the fire where the coals are still burning bright orange, turn on the Christmas tree lights which fill my heart with such cheer, light a few candles, make myself a hot drink, and allow a deep sigh to move through me. Peace descends and I drink in its essence.

The full moon setting in the early morning hours.

I have been on a journey into the underworld these past few days. I have been taken deep in order to walk into this new age that births itself tonight, the year 2013 or as some are calling it, year 1.  The first year of the new age. I am feeling the blessing of being here to witness this turning, knowing that I incarnated to be a participant in this pageant that is unfolding.

So much heaviness has left the planet as the love streaming in from our Father Sun has wrought its magic. I offered my assistance in any way this vessel could be used to anchor the love on this plane and release all that is not love. My body responded through my low back, spasms of pain took me deep into new territory. All movement ceased as my world became limited to the task of getting to the bathroom. I have been a stoic about pain, not one to take medicine but rather allow my body to find its way. This time, I took pain medication as I had left the belief in the nobility of suffering behind. (Those religious lifetimes of wearing hair shirts and denying the body have been hard ones to shake!)

In the dying of the old, there is beauty still.

Yet, the pain was a live coal in me that allowed me to hear the deepest note on our scale. I witnessed the love flowing in through me while the pain was flowing out, the notes playing along my spine. I felt our Mother Earth as she ascends into the higher registers yet holds a space for the lowest notes to be toned. I was matching those tones in my body. The deepest notes of suffering asking to be returned to the notes of love. I observed my resistance, my desire to leave the body. She called me down into the depths to tone the heavy thrum and lift it up. I felt how the scale is lifting, the lowest registers fading as we move into the higher tones of love.

My solstice candle nearing its end.

This lifetime has been one of feeling unsupported, calling me to play the masculine role. The low back out pictures this as it could not support me.  I surrendered, grateful for the support of the masculine through my sons. I entered a cave deep in our mother. Speech became limited as my focus went inward. My feminine self rode the waves up and down the scale and prayed for the love to enter all. I prayed for the release of all suffering. Physical suffering, emotional suffering, mental suffering. So much pain present on this planet. Such courage and fortitude lived by so many as they ride their own waves of suffering. My heart expanded to encompass all this, breathing the love in and breathing the pain out. Let there be an end to it, let the love become our reality.

The new bursts forth in all its glory.

This new age offers the opportunity to learn through joy rather than pain. It is our choice to make. My body is still finding its way, movement limited. I am being kept still, trusting the process as the first currents of joy and excitement brush against my face. I cannot move towards them, only feel them. I breathe them deep down where the lock still holds my back, their cooling currents wafting relief. Yes, the knowing is present that a new way of living is at hand. My body will come out of this, walking upon our mother with a deeper connection, a rooting in. I sense it will allow me to float like a leaf on a branch, ever responsive to the slightest touch of the air. We are of the earth, we are of the elements. We will know this in a visceral way as we allow our hearts to do our thinking and our breath to connect us to all that is.

An angel keeps watch with me.

I am called awake to witness the rising of this last day of the old age and I will be sitting here tonight, bathed in candlelight to lend my presence to ushering in the new. I am alone yet never more connected to the All. I sing out what has been and open my voice to the new tones that our Mother/Father have gifted us with this holy season. The beauty astounds me as I lift my voice in praise. We are so loved. We are all love. I sing a song for you, for me, for our Mother Earth. Sing with me to welcome the new age of love and peace. We are coming home. We are bringing heaven to earth, just as we promised we would.