This month has been thick and heavy like the gravitational pull
in this dimension weighs us down a little more each day. We feel like an
egg on a Texas sidewalk, cooked over-hard! Life demands that we get out
and celebrate but the she-crab in all of us says ‘no thank you’, I
would rather stay in my shell, a place of safety. The world is turned
upside down and we all pray for peace, and kind of peace, but the dove
of comfort comes not.
Life has become primordial oozing like the
Florida gulf sludge that was birthed out of the ancient seabed by
mechanical probing and digging. Everything comes to the surface and most
of it seems toxic in the form words, actions and promises. We look at
our species and wonder what went wrong. We look at our lives and wonder
the same thing. All that we were taught does not hold up in the light of
this new day. truths are hung out to dry in a wind created by political
lips flapping. We get on bended knee and pray this is the’ comedy zone
dimension’ and not our final home. We change channels and dreams more
than we change our sheets. People are afraid the root chakra is blocked
and they have all put tinfoil all over their windows afraid to look out
afraid to feel afraid to love. Everything hurts and the wounds can be
seen in the heart and eyes of those around you.
Everything screams
for justice but it seems the goddess of justice has left the outcome in
our hands and not divine creation. The light and the dark within
everything fights with itself, from ancient DNA to cell towers pinging,
the outcome is uninviting as humanity begins to lose its compassion for
itself.
In this month of Cancerian she-crab energies none of us
wants to feel. we are all in liquid overload in a tidal pool planet.
Truths are ripped from us faster than a speeding bullet as the big
reveal becomes our inner truth. we all don shield-maiden gear trying not
to sink into the San Andres fault or LA tar pit of despair. Every
emotion from past beyond time, we do not even remember, sticks to us
like an electrical charge and winter dust particles. emotional tar and
feathers has a way of sticking to you until you are ready to let go.
Most times it is all about self and not another.
During this time
of cleaning and purification we are all stripped down to our emotional
birthday suit trying to catch a cool breeze. The feeling of drowning is
seems real as we learn to swim in deeper waters. The dross is consumed
by the summer phoenix star alignment as it flies thru the fires over
and over again.
Hold tight to whatever is your blessing, as it
will keep you a float until the tides are clear. Distraction and pending
disaster keeps everyone busy. Running about and amuck like the mad
hatter we leave the tea party, seeking the many rabbit holes of
possibly. Meeting your mark is not necessarily a date with destiny, for
what you marked thru out history is as varied as apples in a cherry
orchard. the water level changes as the world swims into the month of
liquid learnings from see to shining sea.
‘Day out of time Portal’
On
July 25th we enter the day out of time portal, a place were all and
nothing exists simultaneously. A powerful place of flux that could tie
the ‘string theory in a bow’. The Mayan ‘day out of time’ is the last
day of the galactic year in the Mayan calendar. This day is observed as a
day free of time, a day of reverence. This 'free day' re-aligns the 13
Moon calendar to the solar year. It is aligned with the feminine aspect
of nature and reckons them in time.
Each and every day we need to
allow a few moments and ‘step out of time’ to realign and reckon our
energies. To swim in the void for that timeless minute and realign with
your heart and souls desire. Everything you had given up on and tossed
to the wind landed in the sacred place known as ‘the day out of time’.
The energies are loud and dynamic as we swim along the shorelines
parallel trying to avoid the time rip tides. The sun explodes in all of
her glory exposing her underbelly to all.
