- December 3, 2019
- (OR: Magical Genius Arrives….)
Snow day and I say HEY!…
I am here, awake, alive, thinking, breathing, writing now too….
I am new to Boston, and urban environs. But not that new. More than a day or a month now…. a whole year, actually.
I walked after the snow. I was struck by sunset colors and sparkling trees on glass and iron gates and tiny Victorian homes, air crisp and gentle.
I am grateful for a gladness inside… Looking around as if never before on the planet (and why not!), I spy behind the quaint brownstone rows, looking magical as ever, streaks of bright sky. Slushy streets never so much enjoyed – even though cold soaked through to my toes even in these, my fav cushy rubber boots….
Today is the calculated Due Date for my grandbabies, Zion and Zanye, now 27 days from birth, and marks 21 days from new mom Raina’s 35th birthday.
So I decided that today I start another 21 day writing process for deep healing.
Here is the skinny on it:
Addressing seven major chakras, one per day for seven days, times 3.
Write at least 3 pages, or 12 minutes, everyday.
1st week: Forgive yourself for everything to do with each chakra, each day, starting with root.
2nd week: Forgive everyone else in your life and world, same format.
3rd week: Declare your intentions and celebrate balance, same format
I will let you know how it all unfolds.
Here I go.
If you don’t know what cannot be done, you will accomplish great things.
– cafeausoul.com I Ching reading online
I called up hexagram number #25 – Wu Wang – also known as “Innocence.”
Unchanging, this is what it says:
If you push too hard to be in the world = the unexpected cannot find you. You may be blameless in a situation although you feel guilty. However there is not a lot you can do other than to wait for the situation to right itself.
So we sow and prepare, and become patient with not knowing what is next.
It is time to finish, not start, as the moon in still waning… New moon brings new projects, and new insight.
Completion is power.
If I look around, out my eyes, as if these material things matter, I am lost.
My heart will hurt for the balance of essence along with form. I can only hurt when I am lost in the world of form, including all these ideas and ideals – mental constructs. A nifty prison I can easily keep recreating if I am not vigilant and dedicated to the higher plane…
Oh Great Ones, Highest Spirit Master Teachers, infinite, bountiful Mother of All, mysterious, all-pervasive Matrix of Light, please lift me up above, now. Please keep me on the flow of the river, not drowning in it. Let me surrender and let go of my habits of “believing” in the shape and appearance of things, in so-called “circumstances” – which are always related to a story line. No doubt this story is spoken and repeated inside and out, cheered on by the obsessive, incessant commentary of a chattering monkey mind, as I like to call it – the one providing inevitably painful distractions from true magic, immanent beauty, the ecstasy of knowing Life Force within.
No more. I am set free.
I rest deep, find peace, integrity, and wholeness; strength, ancient wisdom, radical honesty, and quiet nobility. Finding my true nature.
Day breaks with the hush of intense cold air, an atmospheric movement offering deep freeze to the Eastern Seaboard of Turtle Island this fine Winter Moon Day. The house is warm, 528Hz healing music rings sweet and gentle from a common magical device – a dance of bells with an enfolded drone like sweet angel songs, sounds no one can define. Energizing chills run through me as I write and enjoy. The Angels say “you are welcome.”
Perhaps now I shall become lost in my breath, in the moment. I want to know what is within inside this breath. And this breath, too. This one too…
I will. I am. Yes yes yes.
God Bless. All is well. So be it and so it is. Worlds without end. Amen. Amen. Amen.
Peace out. Peace in.