Go Go Goddess

Ravi Shankar

Hello Happy Friday. A lovely Spring like day here. A day that was gifted me in my Spring break from school I had committed to work today, but alas it got cancelled so change of plan. Oh and I cannot read the text embedded in the image but bless them for sharing the image. I have been listening to my favorite astrologers this fine morning trying to get an idea of what is up? Sometimes the understanding is beyond me. The image and title allude to the Virgo Full Moon on March 12. I will share a few links below. One is from The Leo King, David Palmer, my son (from another mother) actually we have never met except on FB but I just feel like David is my son. lol He has his new fiancee on the show with him and it made me so happy. lol Crazy huh? I was happy he had chosen well.

The Leo King

Venus Retrograde & Full Moon

Full Moon in Virgo; Time to Enter Warrior Mode

 I was enjoying my magical garden patio, which as I have shared is darn near Xanadu to me. I was drawn to water my trees and plants, I just love the connection that you get with nature while doing such a simple task. I had created a puddle of mud at the foot of the patio, and I was compelled to just put my feet in and squish it around. If you haven’t done this in awhile, do it. Afterward I see my foot imprints left behind, sort of cool. It took my thoughts to the footprint of the guru, perhaps as I was listening to Ravi Shankar at the time. Honestly I have been hoping for a butterfly sighting . . . the day is young.

Also I have my outdoor kitty’s baby daddy to contend with, this Tom cat is huge, I mean at night he will scare you with his howl and scary gold eyes, he must be part Siamese or Persian as he has long hair, which is grey and white spots, and a slightly smushed face. Did I mention his howl would wake the dead and he is huge? I have named him Brutus. Both of his male offspring, Prince Fu, who is now named Carl, as I understand, and his brother Frankie, look like him. Brutus needs to be trapped and fixed, Pray for a good outcome for Brutus and all concerned.

Oxford deadline has come and gone but I still haven’t taken the flyer from my wall and it still has some unknown relevance, My tale bone is still sore but much better. Merlin, wizards, fairies and Tors still paint my minds imaginings. I have a unit yet to plan for my Methods of Teaching Language class, I am thinking “Unit of Thrones” one that would include Arthurian Grail Lore, Sir Gawain and the Green Knight, a book of choice either, The Wicked Day, or any of Mary Stewart’s, Merlin Trilogy, Silver Eve (A YA novel female protagonist) or The Mist of Avalon. I would like to include Shakespeare, but a unit is 3 or 4 weeks, even the above is ambitious.

So I best get to scholarship essay writing. My internship is going real well but I am having a tough go of it in my Modern Grammar class so good vibes in that direction, or aka prayers etc… Much love everyone be well. The John Lennon lyrics, “strange days indeed” just popped in my head this morning, and the song lyric does not really fit the mood of the day which is light but nonetheless I share the song it may have a message (Oh of course there is the Shankar Lennon connection).

Nobody Told Me

Namaste

Shanti

Peace & Love

Super Gratitude Sunday

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Tunes for Thought

Personal Jesus

What if God Were One of Us

Living Thing

My Sweet Lord

Man in the Mirror

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I love my life~

Winter Solstice

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Solstice draws nigh
dark days, long, longest night
deep remembrance
journey of the soul
moving, ever moving
moving to stand still
still in the darkest light
the most glorious light
light of the undying Sun
standing sill. still point
where we bask breathe
delight in Light, Love
pure beingness
This ever turning play –
dance of dark and light
our soul’s shadow dancing
concealing and revealing
gently, reverently mirroring
cosmic flow and rhythm
of which you and I are part –
One in the eternal dance
movement-Eternal moment
meeting, re-uniting ever again
as One . . . separating, then returning
again and again

HollyRose Gosselin

~Thanks to Holly Rose my FB friend, and sistar~

Solstice facts

Archangel Raziel

 art by Jessica Galbraith

My Immaculate Dream

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Come Undone

Questioning has always been part and parcel of my being. As a child I was punished by society, family, institutions; schools, churches, for being too inquisitive. Concurrently I have a rebellious nature and questioned authority as well. I have spent my entire life endlessly curious. I want to know everything. Of course you simply cannot know everything; or can you? In my Education classes in school that is what we are taught, and the Core standards mandate the same, to teach students to question, higher thinking, analyzation   …. Strange that I should have experienced my inquisitive nature as I did.

When people talk of awakening consciously, I have always balked at that phraseology, as it just seems such a larger concept. However if such an event happens to us normal line humans then mine began some thirty years ago when I just allowed myself to believe whatever I chose to. It was that simple really. I had immediate access to past lives and the Akashic Records, now I am not saying I had great control or consistent access but nonetheless I had access at times. An amazing friend of mine has grown leaps and bounds in consciousness in the last few years and we talk a lot about their past-lives, and our past-lives together, so I enjoy coming across various points of views on the subject. I think I would like to become certified someday, however I am much t0o busy with my degree now. It is endlessly fascinating to me to study the work by people like Anita Moorjani, Brian Weiss, and Micheal Newton. Newton is new to me and came to my attention yesterday via a conversation with a Facebook friend. He shared an interview with me by journalist, filmmaker, Rich Martini, interviewed here, who documented the work of Newton. I also like Dolores Cannon and her expanse of the parameters into future lives and her “Quantum Healing Hypnosis Technique.”

Hearing that other people have visited some of the same places is infinitely confirming. The subject of Atlantis is one that I like to explore in these ways and my favorite source on that topic is Edgar Cayce’s Atlantis Readings. 

 It is a long but good read. Cayce feels so authentic to me.

Another Martini Interview

Namaste and Peace~

New Gaia

Angel of Renewal

 The Angel of Renewal

Believe it!

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May All Beings be Happy!

May All Beings Be Free!

May All Beings Be At Peace!

I Enjoyed this Liberating channeled message from fellow blogger Christine Preston.

From Liberation to New Gaia

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Restoring the Constitution

Namaste

Contemplation of Renewal

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Internal Flight

Estas Tonne

Art

Jeff Jag

 

Sea Serenity

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The Ocean

The Wide Ocean

by Pablo Neruda

Ocean, if you were to give, a measure, a ferment, a fruit
of your gifts and destructions, into my hand,
I would choose your far-off repose, your contour of steel,
your vigilant spaces of air and darkness,
and the power of your white tongue,
that shatters and overthrows columns,
breaking them down to your proper purity.

Not the final breaker, heavy with brine,
that thunders onshore, and creates
the silence of sand, that encircles the world,
but the inner spaces of force,
the naked power of the waters,
the immoveable solitude, brimming with lives.
It is Time perhaps, or the vessel filled
with all motion, pure Oneness,
that death cannot touch, the visceral green
of consuming totality.

Only a salt kiss remains of the drowned arm,
that lifts a spray: a humid scent,
of the damp flower, is left,
from the bodies of men. Your energies
form, in a trickle that is not spent,
form, in retreat into silence.

The falling wave,
arch of identity, shattering feathers,
is only spume when it clears,
and returns to its source, unconsumed.

Your whole force heads for its origin.
The husks that your load threshes,
are only the crushed, plundered, deliveries,
that your act of abundance expelled,
all those that take life from your branches.

Your form extends beyond breakers,
vibrant, and rhythmic, like the chest, cloaking
a single being, and its breathings,
that lift into the content of light,
plains raised above waves,
forming the naked surface of earth.
You fill your true self with your substance.
You overflow curve with silence.

The vessel trembles with your salt and sweetness,
the universal cavern of waters,
and nothing is lost from you, as it is
from the desolate crater, or the bay of a hill,
those empty heights, signs, scars,
guarding the wounded air.

Your petals throbbing against the Earth,
trembling your submarine harvests,
your menace thickening the smooth swell,
with pulsations and swarming of schools,
and only the thread of the net raises
the dead lightning of fish-scale,
one wounded millimetre, in the space
of your crystal completeness.

 

 

Painting By

Elizabeth Blaylock