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A Day of Perfect Being…

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simply perfect…

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When Life Flips the Script!

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healing altar…

It’s amazing how Life can “flip the script”

in less than twenty-four hours!

After the beauty of yesterday…

which can only be described as a

Gift from the Goddess…

This morning I found myself wailing,

moaning and gnashing my teeth

over the latest heartbreaking news

about someone

very

dear

to

me.

And so,

I went and sat at my window altar

to call upon the

River Goddess,

My Beloved Oshun,

whose Spirit flows within my veins.

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healing altar shot 2…

I share Her message with

anyone whose heart has been broken…

is now broken…

or will surely be broken…

before Life is done with you:

There are FORCES beyond your limited human comprehension

or ability to understand what is at work here

concerning X’s birth…

including the very location of his birthplace…

NOTHING is by accident.

All is in Divine Order;

Part of a Greater Order

the Whole of which is impossible to fathom

from a human, third-dimensional vantage point.

What is required of you

and ALL CONCERNED PARTIES

is surrender to the situation;

knowing without DOUBT and FEAR

that IT IS ALL BEING WORKED OUT FOR THE

HIGHEST GOOD OF ALL…

UP AND DOWN THE BLOODLINES…

extending into what humans experience as:

PAST-PRESENT-FUTURE.

Know that Those Who Are In Charge

of creating Form at your level of existence

will be handling all of your problems

this day–

as well as the remaining days of your life–

unto all Eternity.

And no, although WE appreciate your offer,

WE will not be requiring your assistance.

What you may do for US, however, 

is to empty yourself of everything you have previously held as

infallible, scientifically-proven

TRUTH–

and then hold that space

EMPTY

for us to fill with

REALITY.

And do have a joy-filled day!

After The Rain…Light…Understanding…

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after the rain…

 

Instead of drumming this Saturday, I spent quiet time at my window altar–with the river.

Rising above the chatter of my “monkey brain,” I sat in the peaceful silence of my rain-washed world–listening within:

This drumming, my dear–just like the words that you write–comes through you. You, the ego-personality, are not the owner of your creative productions. The words, and sounds come through you from a Source that also determines the why, what, when, where and how of it all.

Do not attempt to order your gifts; trying to determine whence they come and go.

Life is not yours to order. It is yours to remain open, receptive and in service to That Which lies behind, beneath, above and at each side of all form. 

You are learning to understand–and more importantly–to accept and live a reality which is the only authentic Reality there is.

It is a process of opening the heart in trust and releasing the pain you did not know was there.

It is truly living from the inside out: letting your 3-D world unfold in, as and through you; bypassing the ego.

It is not the human way  of being. 

It is a process of “un-conditioning” the mind.

Have patience with yourself.

I am with you.

We are with you.

Watching The River Be…

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river at rest…

Sitting here at my window altar

In the stillness

After the rains…

The river

Dark and shadowy

Un-moving

Reminding me that I cannot push the river…

Make it flow…

Anymore than I can push my life…

“Make it happen”

All of the goals and dreams of glory…

Now in stillness…

Nothing moving…

Like the shadowy river below…

I am at peace…

Master of today…

Letting my life be as it will…

Living my process

With patience and not just

Endurance…

Feeling the exquisite joy of simply sitting here

At my window altar

Watching the river be

Meditation on a Rainy Day

watching the river flow

watching the river flow

Perhaps today I will just sit and watch the river flow…

here in the warmth and safety of my sacred space

watching Ochun flow lazily twenty stories below.

She rolls calmly,

sensually

upriver…

taking her time…

refusing to be rushed by the blustering winds and

beating rain

that try to hurry her along.

So peacefully she flows…

self-contained joy in motion.

Yes.

Today I shall just sit and commune with my

Sister, Ochun.

Perhaps tomorrow I shall fill these pages with her

secret

whisperings…

“Hybrid” Storm Sandy…We’re Having A Healing!

I sit here at my window altar

watching what the weathermen have named:

a hybrid storm…

If I recall correctly,

It was the same time last year

that I sat here at my window altar watching

that freak October 2011 blizzard

drop tons of snow upon the autumn trees…

Is Mother Nature trying to tell us something?

I now watch my beloved river below...swollen

all traces of the wetlands gone…

submerged below the rapidly rolling waters…

A river on a mission…

Armies of foam-capped wavelets

rushing to some mysterious destination…

hurrying to join Forces with Yemaya

One thousand Ochuns tearing downriver

to join the waters of Pelham Bay and the Long Island Sound

to meld with the Mother of the Fishes...

There is work to do…

The Wind, Oya, roars and taunts

as She hurries the foam-capped wavelets along…

There is work to do…work to do…

A leveling of the land…

A returning to the Mother of

those who have gotten quite

beside themselves…

forgetting that they too are spirit and

subject to the

Will of The One

The Forces of the Feminine are being unleashed

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Feminine Power

Counterbalance

I am blessed to bear witness to this spectacular,

outrageous performance of

Righteous Anger…

The Great Goddess Orishas: Yemaya, Ochun and Oya

will no longer be ignored…

It is Wake-Up Time

Time to wake-up and remember

A major Heavenly Event is in progress…

happening–as my Teacher, August Gold–would say:

“not to us…but for us…”

Saving us from ourselves…

Teaching us to see the reflection of our own tortured and troubled souls

in the outer storms we witness…

The macro and the micro

Above and below

Inner and outer

A never-ending dance of self-reflection…

A kaleidoscope of self reflecting self

We’re having a Healing!

A cleansing of the land…

A cleansing of our hearts…

We’re having a Holy Healing!

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