A Lengthy Samhain Silence ~
Wandering Between the Worlds
What an intense wander the transit has been. All roads in every dimension twined through and between traditional Samhain and the astrological Cross-Quarter.
So intensely have I been drawn inward that the writing muse curled up for a nap on my shoulder. The cat was not amused. When I asked what anyone might need to hear, SHE shook Her head. “No. It’s time to LISTEN.” And, so, I have been resting in observation and quiet, listening to what is moving through me, nurturing what is shifting, like the curled cat on my lap, guarding my meditations and my muse.
We are re-growing our original formatting…whatever that might be. It has to do with the circles of light to which we belong and those that intersect with our resonance. It has to do with deep systemic shape-shifting, from the inside out. It has to do with allowing our levels of mastery from this or other lives to find us, join up, plug in, and shape-shift along with the tides.
In a meditation, deep in the experience of the portal, I was lifted, or perhaps body-slammed, into the architecture of the multiverse, able to see the flower-of-life structures in and through it all. Whispers of light, stronger than steel, held me in a gossamer grid that felt far, far above the human stage play. Ohhh. Yes! I remember this place, this intricate and intimate field of infinite creative power…afloat in the waveforms of Divine Love. It is a place beyond the realities we dream up every day, a place where tears are liquid love, a place too holy for human fears.
This is what is coming for us all, this remembrance, this knowing. The gifts it brings will follow, as sure as Gaia’s turning brings us night and day.
I suppose I could have written about this or that…the magic of the squirrels at play, or the snowflakes in the air today. There is no such thing as “ordinary” magic. It is all part of HER Universe as each particle, each droplet, glows in its own way.
I’m tired of writing about this, that, or the other, when what I remember is what lies beyond. The magic of life? Yes. The delusions, divisions, and misguided dreams of human drama? When held up to Her glass, they shatter and splash like spray against a rocky shore.
What is the shape-shifting of a world? A Universe? Can it be observed with human eyes, ever facing outward? Or eyes that look within?
We must surrender to our deepest currents and those rushing headlong through the Solstice Shift. Though all of Gaia makes this journey, not every frequency will make the crossing. This is her choice, and ours, should we choose to flow with her. It is why we are here, we who remember. We did not step forward to fight this or save that, but to make this crossing.
I read a channeled piece once that told of a Shift, a type of Rapture, one of whose effects would be that our human bodies would change form and nature so drastically that the change would eliminate all issues of gender, body image, racial, tribal and archetypal affiliations, because they would no longer exist. Silver bullets don’t tend to exist in free will zones. Just saying. Would that it were so. Would that we woke up and saw the Unity in each uniqueness, the light in every shadow, recognized what resonates with us and what does not, and simply walked a new way.
May we look past the surface and see what IS. Beauty and magnificence beyond the words that guide and bridge us through the heart of Her Infinite All. By whatever road, we come full circle.
May your road(s) through the Solstice starburst bring you new heights of love and understanding. May we re-member the One.
~ Namaste ~
