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
So I could soar…
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!”
Maybe. Just maybe I will.