I woke early again this morning, not feeling well, and I knew my body was responding to the emotional energy that is moving inside and through and around me.
After a quiet time of meditation, prayer and tea, where I cried to release some of the pressure building in my chest, I decided to prepare something to eat. And when I did, I surprised myself by BBQing a small steak I found, and baking a potato. I ate both with relish, and – in the case of the root – a lot of butter. That it was 10:30 in the morning didn’t matter, and I felt better for eating something Earthy and grounding.
My plans for the day included a quiet Being rather than Doing, and I picked up my iPad, tapped the Gaia app, and was transported. It was there I found this video, this gift. I have now watched it several times and each time I do, I cry at the end. Good tears. Tears of love and gratitude.
Even without the stunning visuals, it contains such a powerful healing that I would swear it was written especially for me, and for this moment in particular. That’s why I transcribed it below. My hope is that you will find it as full of comfort and peace as I did.
Walk On – A Revelation on the Journey of Life
From “Graceful Passages” by Gary Malkin
Good morning, Grandfather,
I entered this life a ways back
and put skin on
to walk two-legged on this creation
and what a glorious time it was.
It taught me about breath
and about sense and feeling
and caring through my heart
and I walked on around that Red Road
Looking and trying to understand more
About The Mystery
And the secrets She holds
And You spoke to me
through the wind
and You sang to me through the birds
And You brought challenges forth
so that I might listen to the message You bring me
And I kept walking down this road…
And I came around the bend
at the middle of that curve in the road
and I began to find a secret
in the Spirit of myself
And still I walked on…
Sometimes blind and deaf
And sometimes with pain
But I fought with my fears
And I embraced my unknowingness
And still I walked on…
And as The Door of the Great Spirit World came closer
my fear loomed up inside sometimes
but Something called me forth
The Morning Star rose with each day
And my prayer became a centering
And still I walked on…
Until I began to hear the Song of the Mother
And Her arms embraced me so
That instead of walking
She carried me right to The Door
And as The Door opened
I heard Her Song
And Her Song lifted me up
Today is my 59th birthday, and I’m giving myself a gift.
I’m deactivating my Facebook account.
I think I’ll wait until tomorrow, and start fresh on April Fools Day. Seems appropo on so many levels.
The idea of leaving Facebook has been building for some time now. Robert Ohotto planted the seed weeks ago as I was listening to his series on the Saturn in Sagittarius phase we’re in. This 2 year transit began in December of 2014 and runs through December of 2017. Interesting enough, my natal Saturn is in Sag, and my Second Saturn Return is also now in play.
Was it a coincidence that the breast cancer showed up in the same month this transit began?
Um, No. Synchronicities, if we are paying attention, guide us.
One lesson emphasized in this phase is learning to say “NO” to one thing in order to say “YES!” to something else. Saturn is giving us an opportunity to incarnate the next level of our potential, through the alchemical lens of TRUTH. We’re in heavy turf here.
This is about Ego identity, and the Teacher has a shit load of questions: Who do we really think we are, anyway? How do we define success, and are we disciplined enough to get there? Where are we most insecure and vulnerable to the criticisms of others? What beliefs (perhaps, false beliefs) make us vulnerable, and what would make us stronger in that area? In which ways have we repressed our growth, by holding our creativity hostage?
And (this is a biggy) do we sacrifice changing our lives in favor of the status-quo?
The jigs up. No more looking at life through rose-colored glasses. No more hiding from our shadow alliances, our shadow agreements, our shadow esteem.
The Sheriff is in town and he has come to assist us into a new more authentic, more grown up and more responsible way of living. This new potential comes from the Unknown of our life. Which means we have to be willing to take risks to get there.
We are literally giving birth to a new self, and Saturn is here as our Coach urging us to breathe, to pace ourselves, and to remind us that we can do this if we are rigorously honest with ourselves and others. TRUTH is the key.
What is True for me right now is that Facebook isn’t fun any more, and it really hasn’t been for some time. After analyzing this for weeks, I could give example after example for each reason. But the bottom line is, I simply do not belong there – at least, not right now. My psychic feelers are too sensitive. I’m still bloodied and recovering from the Dark Night I just underwent. I’m struggling to use the right filters when I want to comment or post – filters that help me speak the same language as others, without compromising my own truth.
My 3rd eye is wide open and I can’t bear watching all the connecting being done through woundology. This is part of this whole energy we’re in as well, with Chiron squared up as it is with Saturn. All kinds of karmic hurts and past traumas are coming up in the Collective, and I find myself triggering people, and all manner of things are appearing – like when you lance a boil or pop a zit.
I am, after all, a Wounded Healer in my own right. I just don’t go around talking about it, and haven’t for a good while.
It is possible, after all, to be too real and too raw. Too honest. No one invited me to call out their Bull Shit (FB trolls especially hate that). This is “truth” as well, and one I’ve struggled with my whole life. When to speak, what to speak, and when to keep my mouth shut.
I’ve done a pretty good job of keeping my mouth shut most of the time. I definitely see growth there. But Channeling Saturn, playing The Shadow, holding up The Mirror, has resulted in a bit of an emotional train wreck for me – especially since all of this is happening in my 7th House of relationship, and on the heels of everything I’ve gone through this past year.
So, time to cut myself free. Time to give myself an energetic detox, and get jiggy with my Fools’ Journey. With Chiron in Pisces, there is a thick pea soup of feelings to wade through, and I need all my wits about me if I want to walk assuredly and not fall off the cliff. Destiny is in play and I have a sense there are things inside of me that have never been tapped into before. New potential. New skills. Who knows? Maybe I’m a late bloomer like Van Gogh, and there’s a masterpiece wanting to make an appearance. He’s one of my favorites and it just so happens we share the same birthday. (Happy birthday,Vinny!)
Showing The Taskmaster I’m serious about freeing myself from the addiction of distraction is important, and Facebook is the last frontier. Kicking the habit will not only be “good” for me, there’s a reward is waiting for me when I do.
Saturn is cool like that.
Creative pursuits are my healing modality of choice, and while I put sewing and crochet aside for now, I’m excited about the other things I’ve got going. Monday morning starts a series of pottery classes (a birthday gift from my husband ) and that’s awesome. My first attempt at this class several years ago crashed and burned after only 2 sessions. This time, I’m going the distance.
Last week I signed up for a couple of online painting classes – one with Shiloh Sophia, the brilliance behind the artwork in one of my favorite decks – The Mother Mary Oracle. There’s a Vision Board calling my name, my little garden to tend, some tinctures I want to try my hand at, and a new career to uncover.
And something else that’s shown up and worth exploring – I’ve found myself doodling and drawing as I journal in the morning. It’s like the right side of my brain is all excited, which is pretty funny because my hair is literally growing in post-chemo with the Right Side lit up like a two-bit whore on a bottle of wine! (Seriously, you can’t make this stuff up!)
Even the desire to write is making an appearance again, after being underground for a long while. Who knows? Maybe all those people were right last year who said to me, “You should write a book!”
When I walked into The Boss’ office yesterday morning to pick up my pay, I could see he was down. I had called him Tuesday morning, after much angst, deliberation and a quick phone call to the Husband, and told him I wouldn’t be back.
So much for The New Job.
Turns out, after everything I’ve been through – after all of those months of seeking Divine Guidance and Strength – I really just couldn’t wrap my head around the idea that this New Job was where I was supposed to be. The Old Woman had convinced me – by her very presence, if not by her words – that there was something more….something better….waiting for me.
Had I forgotten everything I went through last year? Everything I learned? One of the main issues in my life – the one that manifested itself as a breast cancer last year – was my life long tendency to sacrifice myself to make others more comfortable, to make others feel good. To make things easier for them.
I’ll never forget one morning shortly after the diagnosis. I was sitting in bed reading “Women’s Bodies, Women’s Wisdom” by Dr. Christiane Northrup when I read that as far back as the 1800s, the medical literature has noted associations between breast cancer and women with an “overdeveloped nurturance gland”. (check!) They have a tendency toward self sacrifice (check!), and are more apt to have a coping strategy characterized by engaging with the problem, confronting it, focusing on it, working on a plan, and lobbying for emotional support in the process. (check! check! CHECK!)
In other words…ME!
It was a huge ass Aha! Moment, and I broke down wept. Like the woman in the book, I realized that I didn’t have to “get sick or to die in order to rest”. Right then and there, I promised myself that I wouldn’t do that again. I would live in balance. I would take care of me…REALLY care for me. And I would stop trying to Save The World.
And yet, here I was! Faced with a job that was FAR from something soul satisfying and fulfilling, it did meet my financial needs but that was it. Sure, I could go in and Save The Day. I could see that I could have a huge impact for the better, and alleviate a lot of The Boss’ problems (if the Old Woman “let” me.) But at what cost to me?
So HAD I really gotten it? Or this was a test to see if I had actually made the internal shift needed to so I could go to the next level of my destiny?
Isn’t that what I had been promised over and over again this past year?
I just couldn’t do it. My head, my heart and my gut wouldn’t let me. So I picked up the phone and called my husband, telling him what was on my heart. If it were just about money – I would go. But not for long and not because I wanted to. That seemed unfair to The Boss, as well, paying me to be a short timer.
He totally got it. So I hung up, made one more call and chose ME.
When I went to see The Boss yesterday to pick up my pay, The Old Woman wasn’t there and we had a chance to talk. It sounds like my decision was a disappointment to her as well, and maybe – just maybe – she’s feeling guilty about things. The Boss admitted he didn’t tell his mom all the reasons why I wasn’t coming back, so I encouraged him to do so – in a nice way, at the right time. She needs to know that her actions and her words were not only why I didn’t want to come back, but were jeopardizing her son’s business as well.
Speaking our truth, in a loving manner, may hurt someone’s feelings but we can’t let that stop us. Not when we know deep in our heart that a change for the good must be made. I feel for him. She’s his Mom. But she is also an employee – one that really isn’t doing her job the way it needs to be done, and it’s taking him down. She’s 80. It should be okay for him to ‘retire’ her.
We agreed that we would keep the communication lines open, and who knows? There might be something there for me down the road AFTER The Old Woman has her moment of enlightenment. And maybe – just maybe – The Boss will chose himself and the welfare of his business over protecting his mother’s feelings.
I’ve felt good – GREAT – ever since. I feel energized again. Full of hope and anticipation. I let go of What Was – and an entire old way of being in the world – so that Something New has space in my life. And it’s possible that by deciding not to sacrifice myself and my dreams, by putting my well-being at the front of the line, I actually did fulfill my purpose there.
I noticed several things immediately yesterday, on my First Day On The Job:
One – The Old Woman was compelled to tell me all about of her accomplishments, all about of her credentials, right out of the box. (and they were impressive!)
I wondered if she forgot the only reason I spoke of my accomplishments and credentials when last we met was because I was on a “job interview.”
It seemed that she was telling me all this stuff about her wonderfulness because she wanted to raise my opinion of her. She needed to tell me that she was Somebody. She had Import. She was Special. This was all tied into how important the job was to her – to keep her active and “with it”.
At this point, I literally told her: “I didn’t come here to take your job.”
Two, The Old Woman also went out of her way to emphasize various reasons as to why I wouldn’t like the job. “It won’t be exciting enough for you.” “There’s nothing creative about this job.” “I told The Boss (her son) that you would be bored here.” (That one was said multiple times.)
*ahem* OK. Thanks for that.
And Three, as she was showing me the ropes, it was obvious that she is a Control Freak. A nice one, to be sure, but a CF just the same. I lost count of how many times she said, “I do it this way…..” – even down to how to separate the pages of triplicate style form: “The Whites HERE, the Pinks HERE, and the Yellows THERE.”
Are you fucking KIDDING ME right now?
After a while, I just stopped doing things the way that I would naturally, and followed her instruction EXACTLY. NOT because I thought it was the best way….but because I was so tired of hearing about HER way.
Maybe she realized what she was saying because a number of times, she back pedalled: “But when you do this, you can do it your way.” Really? You’re giving me permission to separate a form “MY” way?
Wow. Thanks for that.
I also noticed the office spaces – and there are a bunch of them – need to be cleaned up…organized…updated. The Old Woman has been using the same plastic baggy to hold stamps in for 15 years. It’s torn and old. The desk drawers are full of crap. There are funky Christmas decorations lined against the wall among some other unidentifiable paraphernalia, and it looks like someone dropped them “temporarily” only to have them stay there for years. Decades old papers and catalogs sit on the shelves, and so much wasted space! All of this spoke to me of something hugely important:
CHANGE doesn’t happen here.
It wasn’t a horrible day. 5 hours went relatively quickly even though – by and large – it wasn’t very productive. The Old Woman moves and speaks slowly, and goes off on little tangents. Me? I am a DOER, and like to GSD (get shit done).
So why would I go back after all of that?
This the question I ask myself this morning…..
Should I just do it for a few weeks for the extra cash? It was an easy $150, that’s for sure.
Do I want to stay for the practice of getting back into the working world?
Do I stay long enough for my hair to grow back a bit more, so I feel more “Presentation Worthy” in this world where employers will make up their mind about you in the first 30 seconds of a job interview?
Do I stick around to “See What Happens?” I know that The Boss needs me, and I can already tell he would like me to do things The Old Woman and The Collage Girl (his daughter) either cannot or will not do. I could really assist him.
And I would love (as in L-O-V-E) to get in there and organize things. Disorder and junk make me uptight. I am a Put Things Right kinda girl. An “everything in it’s place” sister. I mean, how about we recycle the big old copy machine that doesn’t work and is being used as a table for potted plants?
No question, I could give the whole office space the total Feng Shui-ing it desperately needs.
But would The Old Woman “allow” it?
Would The Boss override her objections so that I could?
I’m going in for another 5 hours today. It will give me a better sense of What’s What. This is definitely a case of Progressive Revelation, on all counts. The True for me today is, I have the time to be there right now. I am making some money. And there’s really nothing else I really need to do today, no other job offers coming through (yet), and I am kind curious because I don’t believe in accidents or coincidences.
Who knows? Maybe….just maybe…..
I Am The Change they’ve been needing to see in their world….