“East of the Last flaming Sun-West of the final and loneliest Shining Star-
lies a fair and wondrous land of milk and honey! Some may call it Paradise!”
(Make Me a Miracle, Charles Tazewell, author of the Littlest Angel)
Do you Know this place BEtween the worlds? Is it new and uncharted territory in your own Soul and Truth? When in doubt it is always to help to reflect upon where you have already been that would not be your first, second or third choice…to return.
Best to go and clear those energies, persons, disfunctional patterns right out of the room…to make space for the something NEW, stashed safety in your Dreams, DNA or cellular memory. If you are NOT sinking with the Titantic…are you swimming or do you have a Lifeboat???
There are sharks in the waters like Hungry ghosts.
We are very grateful for our reference points like the Calabash of ancient Ifa…
As Above, So Below…
Heaven or Hell? Ever think the chaos created is designed to confuse any skill or ability to Find Truth, anywhere, in any thing???
All points in BEtween are used and accessed to navigate and keep our Balance. In the Ascension Above, we are More fully in Our Divinity , our celestial and Conscious BEingness!
Below, where already dim Lights darken, the Density of the Matrix is heavy, mournful and tragic. Re examine the places where your life Falls out of Balance….and why?
Who is in charge? and who is Driving the car? Has the car been driving itself? Collision after collision! As we come into October , the lunation of the tenth Clan Mother, Weaves the Web the Perfect Guardian, midwife, ally.
She is the Keeper of our Survival instinct,
She is the Guardian of our Life Force and Wholeness,,
the muse, the artist…
the manifester of Dreams
SHE teaches us to USE our desires to Create and
Bring our Dreams into tangible forms,
She Teaches us HOW to manifest our Visions and give them LIFE through the womb of our actions and artistic talents. This brings us to the gate of the West of 2018. Our Standing allies shrink inwardly down into their root systems and the Sunshine overdosed leaves FALL to their Death and rebirth into the Earth. The compost piles are turned, the BEAR enters the cave of introspection.
As Above, so BE Low
It is time in the face of the political, social and energetic Hurricanes and typhoons blowing changes in and through from every direction, to BE Low in the eye of the calm of the Storm… is to find and Keeper your center. The first Source, Sun is in Libra. the Brialliance of Venus has slowed way down to the crawl of Igbin, the snail! All forward motion stops on Oshun’s vibration of 5.
For Forty Days and Forty nights She Shall Remain without forward progression into Beauty and Harmony. …? What Shall we do from here to just pass the Dark Moon in November? What “Manna from Heaven” gets us through the Wilderness of All Hallows Eve, Dia de La Muertes, the Season of All Souls…and the midterm elections???
The Clan Chief of the Air!…from each BREATH to winds at abnormally High speeds.
The Clan Chief of Water..are we floating along, Drifting???
riding each tide, swimming a few, but Always and
in All ways Keeping our Head above water.
Clan Chief of Fire , are we Burning up in the flames of our OWN anger, or someone else’s?
Would not ,we rather welcome the Chief at the belly of our passions and Truth?
Ever forging higher and deeper levels of Creativity.
The East /West axil Learns us a very High wire Balancing Act if we approach it as with any other skills set. Use your Winds of transformation in all the ways that manifest your Desires into tangible forms! Why Not? If you know those parts and places of your life that you are complete with, what remains to BE done on the mission ahead??? The North South Axil maintains that Big Picture Eagle Vision, while aware and over SEEING even the smallest details of the coming evolutions toward Winter. Darker nights, colder days?
Think about about it, feel into your Soul, back up from the expectations of others , FEEL what is True for the WHOLE you! In this Going within place
at the West gate of 2019, we learn to work with the Truth.
Ain’t taking no wooden nickles. Time to put some action under those Big Dreams, Abandon the hamster cage. Between tomorrow and Yesterday is the gift of Our Present…
Like Grandmothers and Ole Aunties would tell us when we thought we could impress with our ambitions…They would look at us through the eyes of the Goddess, all our angels, ancestors, spirit guides and say…
“NO Time, Like the Present!”