I awoke this morning aware of every nuance of sound. Not necessarily unusual sounds per say but certainly ones that my senses had become used to not hearing. The noise of motor vehicles, planes, power tools, school bells and the general buzz of neighborhood activity were now, once again, all subconsciously imbibed. Prior to today, earth had become still of human activity for several months and she had been gifted precious time out to breathe. So had we.
For many years here in Australia, Mother Earth had been showing signs of her despair. She had been expressing herself as ongoing severe drought followed by months of catastrophic bush fires that ravaged this sacred red ground taking with it many of the sentient beings that dwelt upon her. Then, a global infectious dis-ease arrived and with it, a rupture in our ‘normal’, an enforced quietening of the people.
And so, Mother Earth was able to breathe lightly as her lungs and rivers cleansed and for a time, she rested.
The people learned a new way of being. They reflected, faced fears, learnt kindness, love, empathy, solidarity. They rested, became humbled, changed their rhythms, rewired, planted seeds and reconnected as a global community. They better understood the meaning of the human condition and saw the fragility of both themselves and the environment and perhaps, awakened to the two being connected as One.
A gift had been bequeathed to us during the quietening.
From the sacredness of the womb we are birthed into human form and throughout our lives we are offered many opportunities at rebirth.
We are the midwives of our own transformation and ultimately, each of us ache to bear witness to our lives unfolding in a way that brings us contentment. Many opportunities will arise whereby we are able to practice restoration and healing but ultimately, our contentment is not necessarily dependent on our circumstances but our attitude. Life is not meant to be lived in a mundane way but celebrated as we move towards personal and spiritual healing.
Our faith in our metamorphosis will make us whole but we need to choose to rise up and meet these moments as change, can be excruciatingly painful bringing us to our knees. While it can momentarily blind us we need to lovingly move towards living our best lives and make space for the unfolding of a deeper intimacy within ourselves, which includes embracing and accepting our shadow selves.
If we allow change to gently move through us, to go through emotions that honor us, we will find that it opens our hearts to new ways of being.
Our second life.
I have been observing both spoken and written words and see they have the capacity to carry weight.
We engage in speaking multiple times a day in a myriad of different ways, and I would like to think that most of us are conscious of what we say. However, there are words we throw around a little more recklessly that can weigh deeply on others and ourselves.
Perhaps we can learn to pause before we speak, use words that evoke kindness and understanding, listen more and speak less or to not engage at all unless we have words of love and light to share. The weight of words cast a darkness over our victims as we offload them through carelessness, gossip, lack of empathy or fear.
May our words illuminate this world. May they enlighten, encourage and lift ourselves and others up. May we start to vibrate in more positive ways and ultimately, may the healing begin.
Today I was ruminating on our existence as multidimensional beings. I came to understand that different versions of us are held within the subconscious of every individual we encounter on a daily basis. Each person has formed their opinion of us which will undoubtedly be different from how we each see ourselves. With every encounter we split off again and again fragmenting on a multidimensional level into hundreds, thousands of minds eyes throughout our lifetime, each with their own unique opinion of who they think we are.
But as to who we are if we break it all down into the quantum world, is we are simply atoms. Those atoms are full of even smaller subatomic particles that emit energy and by going in closer and closer to the atoms, we would observe that they actually have no physical structure as they are made of invisible energy and are not tangible matter. As such, we are not that which we observe as being human form and yet additionally, just the mere act of observation of what we perceive as being matter or human, is necessary in the phenomenon of its apparent existence.
“No phenomenon is a real phenomenon until it is an observed phenomenon” John Wheeler, physicist.
We are an illusion, beings of energy and vibration that is connected to all things.
The image below is a version of Saturn photographed from one of its 53 moons. It made me think that this is not how we see Saturn from Earth and yet it is still one and the same thing. It is as we are, an illusion and in itself a multidimensional being.
And so, we are here wrapped in the miraculous illusion of human form. Let us remember to see each other for what we truly are: divine sparks of light energy vibrating in a holy entanglement with each other.
There is no room for judgement and separation there is only room for love.
A new page turns in our earth book of life and the illusion of another new year begins. There are global celebrations and online reminders everywhere beseeching us to pray and give thanks and blessings to nature, to care for Mother Earth.
These requests have made me ponder that there must still be feelings of separation from nature, that many are still walking the path of resistance. There are divine codes of creation that govern all things, a holy quantum entanglement that moves through us. We are nature. We are Mother Earth. We are the universe. We are all things. One.
There is no source that is separate from us, no other plane of existence that we are not already entangled with and encounters with the sacred, are encounters with your divine self. As we rise up to meet this awareness, we will move into a space of wholeness and become alchemists of not only our own transformation, but we shall bear witness to the transformation of the whole.
Together we rise.
I find myself in absolute awe at the strength of human spirit that I am humbled to witness all around me. This beautiful intelligent Universe sends encounters with the sacred by way of change often in a heartbeat, that it knows we need for our spiritual growth.
For many years before my awakening I would fight change, fear change, anything other than face it. But, there was a moment when I was bought down upon my knees and the only thing left to do was pray. I surrendered all to this intelligence, inviting it in to sit beside me and trusting that it will guide me along the path I need to travel. I have come to see that the only appropriate response to change is gratitude.
You will never know the Blessings that change intends to bestow upon you until the Universe gently lays them down on the path at your holy feet. ♥
There are many ways with which to travel and I’m not talking trains, planes and automobiles.
I’m talking dis-entangling from our human form through portals such as mindfulness, meditation, reiki, earthing in nature, crystals, smudging and any other means that connect us to our true essence. With that connection we travel from the restrictive sentry of self to the unrestricted mystery as it unfolds itself anew and reveals to us that which we are. The I am. Held within the arms of grace in an all-knowing universal love energy, we are nourished by this sacred space and reminded there is but a thin veil of illusion that separates us.
Ultimately we are all seeking something bigger than ourselves. Connecting with universal love energy allows us to reach through the veil and many beautiful portals are offered with which to travel.
May we remember that as much as our vulnerable human bodies exist and we walk upon hallowed ground, our souls have wings. ♥
Today, I walked along the edge of an isolated ocean, a wild and special place that I had decided to share with loved ones. This was somewhere I had only recently discovered but could no longer keep just for myself as it’s beauty needed to be shared by those who would honour it. Another sacred and ancient place, with huge craggy sand dunes reaching up to the sky, ones that called to the child within and beckoned you to run down. Crystals and magic were offered to be collected from the earth, the gift of millennia to be held in ones hand. It is a place a million miles back from the future or, a short distance of some miles from my home. Either way, it is a place from the dreamtime. Ancient and forgotten, away from tourists and even the locals due to its absolute isolation and the degree of difficulty in reaching this special place. I had taken my three teens, my three overseas visitors and two friends of my teenagers there but, after playing in the sand dunes, searching for crystals and much laughter and frivolity, I heard a call to wander off alone, and so I did.
Again, I was searching for light which now appears everywhere to me, I see it infused in all things. A huge sea eagle soared overhead, her massive wing span reflecting light, the ocean, the dunes, seashells, seagulls; all light sources. But, much to my delight once I became aware, on the wet sand beside me as I walked, where the ocean had retreated but left part of herself behind, the sun graciously laid it’s reflection down and walked beside me, offering herself as a companion of the utmost light upon light. She reminded me, that even if I don’t see her she is always there beside me. Grace. Utterly and completely Grace. Light. Love. I felt so completely humbled to be able to see this visual offering of love, so utterly blessed, infused with something so much bigger than my lone wolf self.
Blessed am I. ♥
I kayaked this morning, across our local sacred tea tree lake. Our ancient ones, the indigenous people of this land, used to travel here to birth in the healing waters.
I was searching for light. I saw it everywhere once I became mindful of it. But there was one sacred moment, when a man threw his squealing child up in the air to land splashing in the water, that the child surfaced and laughed with only the abandonment that a child can. It was like music. It was then that I became aware that you can also hear light.
Blessed am I.