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Lesson of the Lost Lamb

I was walking the land as I do most days with my bare feet kissing, feeling, hugging the earth with each footstep.  Some steps soft and mossy, others cold and hard rock and others spikey stones and dust. Every footstep we take in life is precious.  Every journey is sacred.  Every adventure has lessons to gift us. Every experience has a different emotional landscape with which to enrich our quest to be here fully and experience the fullness of what it is to be in the realm of duality and separation so that we might find our way home to union and oneness.

As I walked, the sound of a distraught lamb disrupted the gentle background noise of the bird song.  It was bleating loudly with hardly any space between each cry and as a result it couldn’t hear its mother calling in response. I noted how humanity has become a little bit like that lamb.

We have become separated from The Mother, from the land and our connection with love, truth and source. And the more we become separated the more frantic we get with our noisy minds and busy-ness; our constant doing, in an attempt to fill the void of disconnection and longing to come home, that haunts us incessantly.  There is always the illusion of the egoic mind, that with a carrot and stick mentality, convinces us that if we can just achieve this one thing we will feel peace; if we just run that little but faster, if we get that new job, or that book deal, or do that healing course. Our minds cry out and chatter and taunt and criticise, insisting often that if we just did something better, if we tried harder, then all would be well.

But like the lost lamb perhaps sometimes the most useful thing for us to do when we find our selves in this place of lostness would be to be quiet and still and listen.  I noted that if the lamb had stopped crying out it would have been able to hear its mother calling in the distance. But its fear meant that it kept making so much noise that the guidance of its mother’s voice was inaudible. Aren’t our minds a bit like that?  They make such a noise that we can’t hear The Mother calling us.

I walk the land because when I walk I can hear, I can feel The Mother and she guides me.  My mind becomes quieter and when I physically stop and lay on the earth and allow her to hold me there is a peace that descends and I feel less separate and more connected in the great mystery of all Life.

It’s not that there is anything wrong with being lost.  On the contrary being lost can be a wonderful place to find yourself.  Like the prodigal son, sometimes we need to leave home in order to return to the father, the mother or the kingdom of heaven.  But I guess that my point is that when we stop driving ourselves relentlessly and kneeling at the altar of hard work, effort and doing all the time and honour the spaces, the stillness, the quiet, the non doing, we receive guidance from The Mother to help us find our way back to her.  We are worthy of Love.  We have nothing to prove.  Sometimes hard work arises from fear that we are not good enough just as we are.

In a way we are all lost lambs trying to find our way home.  ‘Life is so short, we must move slowly.’ Today is Sunday, as good a day as any to chill out a little! Honour the non-doing; be still and listen and you will hear that She is calling.

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If You Come To My Door

If you come to my door then please leave your mind by the path on the garden gate.

It’s not that there is a problem with your mind, you have a beautiful mind, it’s just that it gets a little lost and scared at times.

Do not leave it by my door because it will bounce and jump, so that it can peak through the windows.

Hang it gently, tenderly on the gatepost as if it were your favourite bag with a box of eggs inside.

 

If you come to my door then take my outstretched hand for you are most welcome into this sacred space.

Let me take your coat and shoes and take a seat while I prepare you something warm and soothing to sip.

Show me with your eyes when you are ready to be held and I will wrap my strong arms around you so that you will know that you are safe and cherished.

And allow me the pleasure of nuzzling under the tumble of your thick brown curls so that I can breathe you in; your exquisite, delicate, feminine fragrance.

 

If you come to my door please allow me to prepare some food for us while you lay looking so beautiful on the sofa, and rest your sleepy body.

When our bellies are full let’s watch our spirits swirl and blend with the gentle, warm music and soft, cosy candle light.

 

If you come to my door then perhaps my body will dance and move for you as it has never done before and I will lay back when I am spent and watch your curves ebb and flow to the rhythm of your life’s passion for itself.

If you come to my door then perhaps you will also come to my bed. Perhaps I will lay my hands on you where they are moved to be or I will breathe into you the sacred Lover’s breath and allow the magic to pulsate, to move and tremble your open, physical form.  And the releasing, the transforming will be done with tears and laughter while a  deep reverence and gratitude for this human experience shall join us and watch in awe.

Then we shall lay together and I will caress your face allowing the memories and old fears to surface gently like rainbow bubbles whose time has come to burst.

Please come to my door for your love blesses me as it undoes and dissolves that which was never really me.

Your outstretched hand as I go to leave the bed says so sweetly and tenderly ‘don’t go my love. Stay a while longer.  I want you.’ Your wanting melts my heart and tears for all the unloved and unwanted parts of my self rise up.

And when we are done with our healing, our feeling, our letting go, then we will slip into a hot bath together to wash each other and feel the wet contours of these miraculous human lives. Frankincense and Lavender oil to anoint these sacred bodies that know and feel so much.

If you come to my door then know that I will miss you when you leave; even though we both know that Love can never really leave itself.

If you come to my door…

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I Am A Wooden Fence

I am a fence to keep you safe.
A magic fence that does not constrain you and from which you may leave at any time.
No harm can come to you while I surround you.and if you choose
I will move with you wherever you go.

I am a fence on a high plateau and through my arms is a stunning view.
The grass where you lay is soft, warm and mossy and
The earth holds you gently in her loving embrace.
And I am a fence to keep you safe while you hum gently to yourself and plait your hair and dream in your hearts desires..

I am a fence because it is all that I can be,
I will move in close and embrace you tenderly and stroke your hair while your holy tears fall to bless the sacred earth.
When fear comes roaming it will not stay long for fear is no match for a fence such as me!

And I am a fence to witness your rising when sweet release has cleaned you out.
To behold the dance and hear the sweet song of your heart.
I am a fence that vibrates in awe at the magnificence of your strength, your courage, your softness, your exquisite beauty.
Maiden, mother, lover, crone I am honoured and blessed to serve you all.

I am a fence
To keep you safe.

 

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Precious Ruby Encounter

Yesterday I was making my daily pilgrimage with my Hills when I came upon two sisters praying in one of my favourite spots.
They prayed out loud and were quite animated at times, waving their arms and I heard the words God and Jehovah. I assume that they were of a christian denomination of some kind.
I stood behind at a distance and smiled at the sacredness of the moment as the three of us were some how connected in deep reverence and humility at the miracle and bigness of Life.

When they came to silence I approached them and we spoke a little. Their names were Ruby and Precious. How beautiful.
They said they had come from about 50 miles away and came quite regularly because they felt that these were holy hills. I told them that I felt the same about the hills and that is why I spend time with them most days. Walking them is a prayer, when I remember to be present, each footstep a kiss of gratitude to The Great Mother.

They invited me to join them in prayer and asked me what I wanted them to pray for. I told them that my only prayer was for the return of love and peace and heaven on earth. They prayed out loud and tears fell down Ruby’s cheeks. I just looked on in silence and marveled at the sweetness of the moment and our fleeting connection in such a special setting.

We shared a few more words after and then I asked them each for a hug. We shared some hugs and then I took my leave.
Maybe we will meet again. Maybe not.
Some might call our meeting a coincidence, others synchronicity, others a sacred moment. But I know what I know in my heart.

I love my Hills and all the magic moments that I experience with them.

Love and blessings to Ruby and Precious wherever they are.

‘All is well and all manner of things shall be well.’ Blessed Be.

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On Tender, Loving, Vulnerability and Transformation

Let me make it clear that I share what I share because I believe and know of the power in vulnerability. I am well, I am strong, I am blessed, I am exactly where I need to be, experiencing exactly what is needed in service of my own transformation and that of the collective. I do not need or seek sympathy. I share because I feel it is important to share the whole of me, the whole of the ascension process, the messy bits and the bits that bring shame or lack of self worth to the surface to be released and transformed and dissolved. I share so that others who are finding their journey challenging may find solace in knowing that they are not alone. Too often we just want to share the ‘success’ the shiny end result, the victory. We forget to share the process that may guide and inspire others, we forget to share the perceived failures and the times when we are on our knees and crawling out of bed in the morning takes a super human will. It is the journey that IS the destination and so I feel it is important to share all aspects of my journey in the hope that others may find strength and resilience and faith when each are needed.

And having said all this, if everything is flowing and easy in your journey, then that’s awesome. Suffering and challenge is not to be put on a pedestal. It doesn’t mean that if you are not suffering that you are not growing. Suffering is old paradigm stuff and I believe that it is on the way out because with a new higher, deeper consciousness we don’t need suffering. We can learn from Love and joy and bliss too when we are awake enough to not need the motivation of unnecessary pain for change. Pain is inevitable as part of this current human experience but suffering is optional right NOW. Who knows what the future holds in relation to this.

Right now Life is an amazing blend for me. I feel so blessed and grateful for this Life and where I am on my journey, I am so bathed in Love and compassion and Divine Feminine tenderness and this Love is releasing and displacing the last remnants of fear that reside in my heart. As this fear is displaced I am feeling it in the form of emotions like low self worth and shame and a kind of uncleanness. And I know it is just the old leaving. As it passes through my physical body it causes discomfort. My skin feels uncomfortable, sleep is limited and there are aches and pains and strange sensations particularly in the right (masculine) side of my body. Headaches that are so unusual for me are more common and I am being asked to really honour my body. Today I have a massage booked!

The body and emotional stuff brings some challenges when there are things that need attending to, even though I feel at times I would just like to hibernate in my man cave for the winter!! It is just stuff passing through. It is part of my journey to freedom on all levels. I have taken steps to alleviate the process as best as possible and a large dose of surrender medicine is being swallowed too!

Lots of tenderness and lots of self care is needed at these times when the energy seems to be accelerating our metamorphosis massively.
Be in nature, feet on the earth and head in the sky.
Being with our tribe and being connected with those who we love and are loved by. Whatever we feel, it is personal to some extent but remember it is also humanity’s ‘stuff’ that we are clearing. A whole lineage of clearing is not for the feint of heart!

I believe that tender, loving, vulnerability facilitate transformation. .
All is well and all manner of things shall be well.

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Male Suicide and the Divine Feminine

At different points yesterday I found my mind wondering about the suicide of my homeless friend Rem and I saw the connection with the feminine, the heart, the feeling centre.
Rem was loved by many folk but he could not feel it. I can relate to this. When we are young and our needs are not met or we suffer trauma, we build protective layers around our hearts to protect them from feeling more emotional pain.
I think of these walls as made of ice and and all the unexpressed emotions that we were not able or capable of feeling at the time.
So we live in a world where the heart, the feeling centre of most people is encased in ice, frozen and inaccessible to varying degrees.
For me the heart is the throne or home of the divine feminine but for too long She has been locked away in this self made prison inside the hearts of men and women.
The ice prison bars protect us to some extent from feeling more pain but unfortunately the bars also prevent us feeling Love that is given freely by people that care about us.
Rem could not feel the Love because of the bars he had unconsciously created around his heart. If he could have felt the Love maybe he would not have taken his life.
My heart was also in an ice prison for much of my life but by the grace of God I realised that I could begin working to dissolve the bars. This is the journey back to the heart that we each are invited to take at this auspicious time in humanity’s story. This journey on a macro level is the pledge to restore the Divine Feminine, to her rightful throne. As each of us make progress on this journey to our own hearts we affect the collective and take more steps towards a new earth built on the foundations of Love and Truth and pure masculine and feminine principles.
This journey is not for the feint of heart because as we set our intention and walk the road back home we will initially feel everything that was not felt before. As the ice bars melt the old ‘frozen alive’ feelings are released and we must have the courage and awareness to know how to feel these feelings which are often intense, especially when we have been numb for so long and are so unaccustomed to know what it is to feel acutely.
For me Rem’s story is symbolic of the journey that man is invited to embark on at this time, back home to the heart, to honouring our feelings, to have the courage to feel the full spectrum of emotions that are part of the miracle of this human experience.
And this journey is not just for men but for women too. Perhaps it is just more of a challenge for men because we were often given even less permission to feel as boys growing up.
Melting the ice bars, feeling again, coming back to life,. walking each other home, courageously feeling what needs to be felt, remembering that not only are we all worthy of Love but that we are always Loved and in actual fact Love is our very essence.
Now is a good time for the sacred masculine to fully embrace the divine feminine, to set her free from the prison where she has been for too long and in this way there will be less and less stories like Rem’s until one day these stories will all but be forgotten.

 

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