All of the faeries are gathering once again for the Enchantment, from moving haze (see my last post), to laser lights and rainbows of frequencies that carry love and light to all the corners of the planet. Re-reading this post from March last year I feel enormous excitement about this next adventure, wearyness will turn into delight as joy surges through the cells of my moving body. The music starts at 4pm on the saturday and finishes at 4pm on the Sunday, by the time you read this it will be all over. See you all next week, love and tons of blissings to everybody!
There is a part of me that doesn’t want to ever come back from the Enchanted Warehouse, the trick is to work out how to bring it with me! All that focused faery, rainbow magic that carries the seeds for healing all the worlds many times over, we need it in this reality and we need it badly. You can find that magic in many forms in all sorts of odd places in the world these days, the love virus is spreading and the evil ones are losing momentum as more of us WAKE UP!
I can anchor huge energies for the sake of global coherence, through the movement of my bodies, physical, mental, spiritual and emotional. Can I do that for myself as the soul, for a moment, stares into the abyss of abandonment, the cliffs of despair, losing the lift under my wings for the merest moment and then catching an updraft and once again soaring into the great blue. Can I allow the new harmonic to truly unmask me and am I ready to face what lies beneath, will it contain my heart’s deepest desire.
I am lost, and in that losing am I found, over and over again, its relational, its spiritual, it’s the pain and the joy of being alive, it’s the heightening that comes with uncertainty. How wild is my imagination, not wild enough mutters my medicine woman and she takes me by the scruff and rolls me around in her mortar and pestle until at last my armour is all gone. Then we sit she and I and we tone and we growl, and we bring forth a harmonic that hasn’t been felt in this reality for some time, I don’t understand it even yet but I know that it’s incredibly important and I must remember it, it’s sonically imprinted on the bones of my body.
It’s as if the entire fabric of my being is being held taut with a yearning that comes from so deep within there are no words to express it, I don’t actually know what will satisfy this space inside, no idea. Dear Gaia, you know me better than I know myself, hey girlfriend, can you guide me to the best possible place for opening into this new-found wonder, and I’m not talking bras!