Solar Maximum...Aligning to the Sun.

 

 

        The sun, it foreshadows our very being. It is the underlying current that creates life and sustains it nourishingly, but too much and it is a long-burning powerful force. The destruction is a land turned barren with a forecast of death. Those that live by the harvest and by the land, they understand the effects of drought and floods, theyr animals and livelihood depend upon the eco-system. Every facet of work and routine revolves around the daily event of waking up to the sun. Beauty Divine of the sun worshippers that baske theyr bodies, even unto death’s warning. Bila; the cannibal Aboriginal Goddess who provided light for the worlde by cooking her victims over a giant flame, she was chased away but the worlde was then plunged into darkness, so Bila was captured and tethered to the earth. Her tale still lingers today with sunbakers tanning and the effects melanoma cancer. In the spiritual scheme of things you could say, her appetite appeased by tribute. Ra, Apollo, Helios and Mithras a few of the solar Gods of time before; Hathor, Brighid, Astarte, Bast and Sekhmet, Goddesses of the sun realm... Theyr tales aligning with the daily rising and setting force of the sun since man knew. The wonder of the sun once left man in awe. Primitive human evolved growing alongside each other and the routine of daily needs of hunting, gathering and clan building. The modern day man has mastered the art of building weapons of the sun, nuclear bombs. As hystory has served, the need of the sun has turned into our want, and our demise. Well, They did warn Us!...

Just as the moon affects your emotions and sub-conscious and also the watery tides, the Sun will be felt by your body, its conscience-selfe, the air and the earth too. When the sun shines are you not more active and therefore happier? Do you not warm up once more, when life has turned your bones cold with dread? Magick can happen feeding from the sun, the Light awakens our soul and nourishes our intellect bringing to form its creative Life. The sun displays storms of such ferocity that affect not only the fiery orb and our earth, but also the planets of the solar system that we reside in. Thus it does inspire and evolve not only earth (us), but the entirety of the space (our surroundings) also. As Above, So Below, As Is In, Is Also Out. A spiritual concept of the web that connects and weaves life together, what we have always seen as a higher power of faith with our internal knowing. That is not without survivalist basic instincts built into our bodies, re/evolution.

Many sadly have forgotten the olde ways of nature, listening to our inspiration and psychic connection to the power of sun. But once more the basic instinct of survival that has seen us forge opportunistic paths to a society of steel and concrete, materialistic ways and forgotten silence, a need to begin truly hearing around and within us has risen its head; causing epic eruptions not only upon the sun but internally within us. Perhaps if we take more time to spend a little each day in the sunshine it would make such a difference not only to our bodies, but to the silence of our mind and feel the connection of All That Is. When we are calm, so may the sun find rest too and when the sun becomes calm, the balance is maintained as it should be.

Feeding from the Sun...

This is a simple but extremely effective meditation that can be done anywhere or any time during the day, as long as there is sunshine about.

Stand tall, straight and proud, planting your feet to the ground. Barefoot if you can is best. Feel the earth between your toes, wiggle them in the grass and think about the connection that is you and the earth, how the planet you walk upon is Alive, just as you are. Once you have greeted Mother Earth, turn and greet the Sun. Feet and back straight, feel the power rise from your feet, up your legs and along your body to the solar plexus (navel, belly button area) where it stays and the Earth’s energy waits for the Sun. Raise your arms high to the sky bringing your hands together, fingers now touching to form a triangle. This is where you shall absorb the Sun’s energy and bring it into you. Face the sun, aligning the triangle formed from your own hands to the sun itself. This is how you Greet the Sun. Without looking directly at the fiery, burning orb allow its warmth to run through your fingers and filling the triangle with its nourishing energy. Feel the Sun’s energy drawing into you via your skin. Envision the veins in your fingers then hands, the capillaries warming and flowing freely and filling with this energy. The triangle between your fingers is now completely filled with the nourishing light that is the Sun. As your blood now runs freely with this warmth, feel the power move down your hands, to your arms, to your belly and arriving to your solar plexus chakra. You are now Feeding from the Sun. Draw this energy from the sun as much and as long as you feel the need to do so, until inspiration flows and the warmth of life resonates within. The sun’s energy and fire light now goes through your middle, the solar plexus is fully fed and nourished where it now flows down your legs and through your feet, into the Earth connecting all together as One; the Sun, the Earth and You. Mother Earth too feels the energy workings, She receives your Light with Love and returns with Love. Once you have finished, bow to the Sun and give Thanks. Place your hands to the Earth as are your feet, grounding yourself back here again.

 

 

Black Feathers keep mee Forever )O(...

DreamScape...

This burnt and barren landscape

Of a Time I know not when

Haunts my dreams and burns my eyes

Ingrains a sense of Forever and eternal Time

Twice, this scene of despair

For all its emptiness

Only Love fills the air

A tiny, glimmer of Hope

Although nothing surrounds

An image of Two, then theyr is only One

Ancient lands of Times gone past

Pierces the Veils and becomes my Now

As you See, it is all only One

Past, Present, Future; only Time repeats

I adhere, I digress:

I apologise for this rambling mess

And begin my fated tale once again

A dream did come

The sky bright orange and burnt red

Two lonely souls sitting side by side

And knee to knee

The land looked vast with nothing upon its shore

The horizon showed only emptiness forever more

What happened? What was it did they See?

I saw the worlde was burnt and barren

Left with only You and Mee

Months later

Many moons and dreams come to pass

Again theyr I am

In this burnt and barren ancient land

Here now theyr stands alone only One

Not the Two a much different One

A glorious and gleaming dark Man

Over theyr upon the horizon

He sees me and stretches his arms straight out wide

Strong energy to fill the sky

Even more stunning this wonderful being

Is proud to show mee he has upon his back

The most beautyfull and big

Black and powerful feathered Wings

These scenes of Life and a Fate

A Love and Remembrance

Of a Worlde and Time gone by

The Time it does Forever fly

This vision of emptiness

But only Love

Enters my Mynd.

 

Crow Omens...

Where I walked, a crow came and watched as I passed by. Then I sat. Where I sat, when I turned around was a dead crow. The poor crow was not only dead, it was missing its feet and legs and also the head. What was sadly left upon the feathery torso, was its upturned outstretched wings.

Only left with it's wings.

Earlier that morning, I saved a man on the street. Knocked out cold and left on the road, later on I thought because I know who you are, I could of left you for dead.

But I helped him up instead.

 

 



Psychic Manifestations, evidence of the Two Wolves...

One evening an old Cherokee told his grandson about a battle that goes on inside people.     He said, "My son, the battle is between two wolves inside us all. "It is a terrible fight and it is between two wolves. One is evil - he is anger, envy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, and ego." He continued, "The other is good - he is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion, and faith. The same fight is going on inside you - and inside every other person, too." The grandson thought about it for a minute and then asked his grandfather, "Which wolf will win?"   The old Cherokee simply replied, "The one you feed".

       After a period of wolf and shifter dreams, they began to leave real-life residues.  Dreams that I was up in a tree, upon waking I found a splinter embedded in my foot, and another I awoke with a long, red scratch upon my belly from these wolf dreamings.   They came and went for awhile, the evidence apparent during the light of the day.  Coming across this parable though, they stopped their regularity.  The reason why these stopped so successionally was perhaps the fact that I understood now the meaning of; there were two wolves I was learning from and feeding my very being with...  although sometimes I still do wonder which in fact I am, the good one or the bad when I get too caught up with the peculiarities of how the worlde does indeed work. 

I do have a silver bullet.  Although he did not know of these affecting dreams it was given to me from my boyfriend.  Mostly it stays on my altar for safe keeping, sometimes the silver is worn when my energy calls for a need for it... feeling safe to wear it upon my chest, occasionally the silver bullet I wear over my heart.  Why this is so, one day surely I will Know.

Past-Lives, Healings and a Legend of the Crystal Skull...

We have all perhaps seen, if not heard of the movie Indiana Jones and the Temple of Skulls.  This movie surely is a fiction entertainment movie, but did you realise the story is interwoven and mingled within facts and legend?   A story within a story, this I learnt when I ‘met’ the Mitchell-Hedges Skull the very one the last installment is roughly based upon and a feat maintained by many a movie; enough truth within a blockbuster bestseller to pique and keep one’s curiositys of what if?  Another example of this is, Close Encounters of the Third Kind.

An ancient and possibly otherworldly crystal skull discovered by Anna, the young daughter of an avid adventurer.   A purported remnant of lost Atlantis; a magickal and secretive relic whose very tale is weaved with another twelve skulls, sacred places and sacred peoples, was told to me and a group of others by the momentary caretaker who brought it to my hometown of Hervey Bay, Australia... another special sacred healing centre, rife with its own magickal and ancient hystory, and said to be formed from the touch of the Rainbow Snake as He moved across the land upon which we walk and live.  The very reason I suppose, that it asked to be brought here and welcomed by the local Butchulla tribe, with a secret ceremony conducted.

This is the only discovered ‘speaking skull’ created with a dislocated jawbone, the formation of which causes the effect of the skull talking to you as was told to us.  Nobody has ever said if it actually does talk with its mouth, but the details within the crystal are so life-like and cleverly done one could surely imagine it speaking eerily to you (could you imagine a perfect skull carved from an epic piece of crystal chattering away to you as if it was nothing? Cuh-reepy I would say to Behold!).

I would say though to add my little piece of expertise is that it in fact does speak, telepathically and able to cross oceans to the other side of our worlde, possibly using ley lines and sacred centres as a form of technology to communicate like a telephone but on a grand scale.  And, as a notable and powerful healing crystal which has been concluded by many studies over many years, it is an extremely powerful energy tool capable of healing greater than we possibly have seen before or ever create ourselves.  Its effect is witnessed and affected by photography, hence they have said just a photo of the Mitchell-Hedges Skull will in fact cause enormous changes. 

 My friend who was given a photo has indeed this found out, seeing the most incredible other-worldy pictures showing up within its formations, especially upon its teeth.   Lending me the photo and peering intently to see if I too could find something, I did indeed envision the most incredible images within.  A woman’s face seemed perfectly caught in time like a photograph within the features, a friendly reptilian e.t found near the base of the skull where the neck would join the head and an unnatural light where the mouth is, like it wanted to speak and had the energy built theyr to do so.  Pyramid images, and the Earth on top of his head as if looking from space, but sadly, a menacing, dark cloud over Africa with angry eyes the very place of human origins.  Does this explain the wars and famines always occurring theyr or maybee the fact of that this may be our place of beginnings, but we have spread across our beautiful planet like the same angry, menacing cloud as we over-populate our only Home. So many more pictures I saw in a few minutes, but as my friend says every time you look theyr is more.  I would love for others to try this, it may explain our hystory, show our present and link them both together in a time line to the future.  Anything is possible as this impossible artwork shows.  And, perhaps that is the answer and reason why it was made, to show the impossible was possible in the past... so why not Now?  Leaving for our own selves in this Time another unexplainable wonder on the same scale as the Sphinx and Pyramids at least, for us to solve the reason of the mystery we were left by our ancestors.

                Since I was young I have been obsessed with all things paranormal and conspiracy, naturally the Crystal Skulls and most importantly the one speaking skull intrigued me.  Like me, this one skull was offset from the others, different but yet, almost the same.   I dearly wished to see this and other magickal relics, but finishing school and a much needed archaeological education just was not for me, so never did I think this dream would ever be fulfilled.  But, about two years ago it came to me instead.  Special Plus!

                Sitting through a demonstration, bravely by myselfe (very unusual to do that) refusing to go with another soul so I could listen and enjoy.   With angst in my pants we finally got to wait in a long line with the premises of only being allowed to lay our hands over the energy of the skull and not to touch it.  As it got to me I was so very excited yet a little nervous, and out of either notorious clumsiness or because my hands were now extremely shaking, they did not stay over the energy as I intended but kind of sucked onto the skull instead.  I’d like to call that pre-ordained fate, like it was meant to Be.  Imagine my surprise as the man who is at this time the caretaker after it was given to him to do so, said “Well, let’s see what happens with that then!”

Indeed!  It changed me forever.

                The rest of the evening seemed to have divided me into two, one small part there sitting on the chair like a normal person but perhaps a bit too eyes wide open because I could at the moment hear the crowds thoughts for the evening until I exited the building. It was so very strange.  The other part of me was succumbed within a haze of blood red, rhythmic and deep sounding drums beating in time with a heavy chant and my loudly thumping heart.

Thump... Thump... Thump... Oh, so red and damp smelling of sacrifice.   I knew from then the Mayans who I believed to be only beautiful and spiritual, were also very blood thirsty in theyr day.  In that moment of realisation, it healed so much within me and now I am a far different person and simply put, healed.  Perhaps I was there at the time it was used, for otherwise what would that experience have been for?

That night in a room full of strangers and an occasionally recognisable face, I was transported back to the Maya in what I think may have been a bi-location experience.  The last one was years before when I read my first set of Egyptian cards and I found myselfe in a Temple at the same time as I was sitting at the table.  Around this time I could hear outside my house a noise like a big, empty void and far too quite, opening the door to nothing outside.  Nothing!   Too odd for me to want these situations oft, the occasional two-for-one moments that I find myselfe in.

                I would like to add for my finale with the Crystal Skull and a beginning to pique your interest of myths, legends and facts a mighty combination that I love so.  That night I learnt the movie does leave a wonder of what if?...The thirteen crystal skulls are indeed going home, wherever that may be to be put back together how they are intended, what happens then who knows?   I for sure can’t wait to see and like that dream I once hoped to have seen the skull, I wonder if I have already been told the Fate.

               

                                                                                  

Learning of another Realm... my first vision at 17 )O(...

Starrlight, Starr Bright...

Starrlight, Starr Bright

Moonshine in the night

Starrlight, Starr Bright

Magick is happening tonight

All the starrs in the sky

Are falling before my eyes

Falling so bright

Magick for mee tonight

It is heaven sent

It is magick spent

All the power for mee

Showing mee my destiny

I see the hands of Time

Turning so fast in the sky

I see the raven’s flying

And Father Time is crying

The angels from the heavens above

Are sending mee all theyr love

Messages in my dreams tonight

The starrs are ever-so bright

Electricity coursing through mee

It is my future that I can see

Strange ships fly by

From the starrs so high

I am searching for the one calling

And still the starrs keep falling

The moon is so proud

But still he can’t be found

Running, falling

I hear him calling

I see the sun on the water

Yet I do not falter

Starlight, Starr Bright

Such a powerful sight

It is heaven sent

It came and went

But still he calls

He knows I am coming

He sees mee running

Two souls colliding

He comes out of hiding

Together we have merged

He is pleased that I have heard

Such a powerful feeling

My mind and body are reeling

I can feel all the universe

With it I converse

He has become God

And I am the Goddess

We are Everything

We are Everyone

We are the Sun, We are the Moon

We are the Earth and the Heavens Above

We are the God/dess of Love

Ecstasy in my heart

But now we have to part

All this I have seen

Yet the feeling still stays with mee

It is heaven sent

Now the magick is spent

Still the feeling stays with mee

Telling mee this is my Destiny.

Samhain Dreamings )O(...

The cold, cold hand of Lady Death

Beckoning from beneath her spectre dress

Fingers like bone, skin cold as stone

Knock, knock... twice if you hear

Upon thy door that keepes our Dreams from wake

But dear one, if she doth knock thrice

Another must cross to the Other-Side

 Hand in hand, fingers entwined

 Through the Veils , the door opens Beyond

With the cold, cold hand of Lady Death.

Jewelled rings glitter, nestled amongst her chattering bones

Bean Sidhe, her breath doth call with a deathly moan

Hallowed be thy crossing Beyond.

Hark, dear one... theyr is another knock at the door

It is Life, her warm hand grasps Death’s in hers

Fingernails no longer a blood, blood red

Warm once again

Life arisen from Dead

Across the threshold to begin once more

The journey, the adventure within

Another chance to Experience  

The Beauty and Wonders they have called Life.

The Rainbow-Bird Lady, the olde shaman-woman of Rainbow Beach.

Easter weekend 2012, Saturday night and a full moon.  Camping on the shore of Rainbow Beach; Isis athame was set into the ground, over my collected beach pretties.  Her sword aimed towards the ocean where the Aegyptian mariners of ancient times came to shore where we slept, using the beach as a safe place to land theyr trade ships following the giant rainbow sand dunes as theyr land markers.  That night came the Dream that was no Dream...

She was walking across the flat, damp sand towards me.  The black sand glittered in the full moon light, bright enough to see like the day.  I must have gone far, because I had reached the rainbow dunes themselves quite the few kilometres away. Perhaps this was her home, as she welcomed me like it was.  I approached her as she glided across the beach shore, both delighted with the very welcoming and knowing of each other’s spirit as a shifter-kind.  Perhaps in fact I believe that just maybe, I was exploring this night in the feathered form.  A new playground to practice my beloved skills and this is how we did indeed meet, she was delighted at another kind she told me.

Glittering black sand, the brightest of bright moons and the ocean with wild waves crashing at my back... Indeed it was primal and native, the landscape setting of that fated night. 

The Lady she was a Shaman, a medicine woman of ranking and prestige.  Her honour was shown upon her face, she was bejewelled to display her shifter self in the human form.  She was a white woman like I, but resided in spirit form as a guardian of Rainbow Beach.  Strange I thought, but a question she never answered why she was not aboriginal or aegyptian.  She indulged my other curiosities with as much verve as my own, we loved it just as much as the other, touching each other to see this was real, she was joyful that another like herselfe had come to play on her shore.

A little plump, very wizened and rather wrinkled with age her aura sent off an energy of ancientness and timelessness, love for the Land and protection of the Sacredness that Is.  Covering her nakedness was a roughly hewn tunic-like attire, not that this was what interested me and drew me closer mesmerizingly.  It was not her grey hair, this not overly long but wild and free just like her, she could have been mistaken as your every day grandmother figure upon the street.  What set her apart and what has stuck with me with wonder and impressiveness was her face.   Upon her cheeks looked like a mask in the distance, but looking closer a mask it most definitely was not.  Bright feathers of rainbows were set into her cheeks with little gold caplets of jewels.  Golden studs on her upper cheeks all in a row, off each piece of gold hung a little coloured rainbow bird feather, this was four deep she let me see close up and touch.  I was amazed and so happy to see this never before seen wonderful thing to me.

 It was her bejewelled feathery mask that I did love the most, such a thing I could not have envisioned or made up myselfe.  The best thing was, she loved that I loved it.  This meeting was not a healing for me, nor a spirit guide or anything such. It was two strangers meeting on the beach for the first time with mutual wonderment and gladness at the ability of doing so.