I thought I was doing well. In fact, I was. But then this week changed it all up and it has been a bumpy landing, The celestial take on things is as follows according to The Rising Way: ' The first week of October plays out against the backdrop of a square between Mars and Chiron which reminds us that the imperative to heal comes hand in hand with the responsibility to do so not for our own personal gain but to ultimately bring the collective back into a state of balance'. Ultimately bring the collective back into a state of balance. I mean, these bold statements are just the opening lines of this article. So if you are feeling similar, you can read the whole piece here. Jyotish is communicating to us what is going on in Cosmic News. If you're feeling slightly affected look no further. I am inviting more of my brothers and sisters to tune in to this station. The channel of consciousness. Mindfulness. Whatever. It's like I always say: Half the work we are doing involves pioneering a new and improved suitable language. One, to fit our changing age and reemerging spectrum.
This delivery into fall, it has been so beautiful. So warm. Full of orange colours and violets. Deep hues of aurola borealis have been moving through me. They have been dancing before my eyes glimmering in my waking hours and dreaming with me while I sleep. Warm and cool. Deep and light. Soothing and invigorating. What a beautiful way to get your message across, Gaia. Indeed a time of metamorphosis.
There I am dissolving into this hypnotising seasonal seduction, and the mood just goes topsy turvy! I lose my bearing. I get struck sideways by a wave, a 'washing machine' moment as the surf folk say. Disconnection! Disconnection! the alarm bells go off. Systems Failure! And I am just tumbling, tumbling, tumbling, blowing out lungfuls of bubbles. For days and days. Time to...slow...down.
Ah, and in this respite that has been granted to me by means of a cranky cold, I rest. My head has been foggy my body unwilling and my emotion as vast as the ocean itself. What else is there to do, but rest. A few days later I resurface. I can breathe again as I shake out my head. I begin to see clearly once more as I look over to the warm golden shore, my body still bobbing away in the wet blue water. The deep tug of the undercurrent circling around my legs like a hungry cat, gently pulling at my toes.
Oh Mother Nature, you play an honest game.