As I write this for tomorrow night I am having to breathe into the deep nausea that lies in my belly, it does seem to help but the sickness comes and goes in waves. Yes, you guessed it, more illness rolling in as I continue to push the envelope, this time it’s a gastro attack and believe me you don’t want to know the details. I probably shouldn’t be even writing this post but I can be extremely stubborn about things I really want to do so here it goes.
I have started to use some of the techniques in the course I am doing and I thought I would start by asking the question, how can I make money as a writer and see what messages spirit sends me. If there has been an answer I haven’t seen it but I’ve been so busy my focus isn’t always as sharp as it could be, what I do think has occurred is that some deep part of me is very shaken up by what I am attempting and this sickness is trying to stop me.
The day that all this is happening is very interesting too, it’s the first day of November, All Hallows Day, also known as the Day of the Dead. I had planned on doing a ritual with my staff but all I could do in the end was lie in bed and try to sleep, hoping the nausea would go away. It is a day to honour the ancestors but some believe that there are also evil spirits around and that one should stay indoors, which is what I ended up doing. It’s a significant day for me because of an experience I had five years ago in the Blue Mountains, it is quite a story and I told it in four parts beginning with “The Birth Canal” on March 8 2013 if you missed it and would like to check it out.
A Gathering of Evil Spirits.
But the only obstruction around at the moment is me, it might be nice to project on to evil spirits as being responsible but it won’t help me get what I want. So I will finish this post and get myself to bed, programming myself to wake up in good health with lots of energy to prepare for my toning circle. This time we are working with the energies of the New Moon in Scorpio plus there is a solar eclipse, Scorpio is deeply transformative and the eclipse helps us to see where we are resistant to change. So that probably also makes sense in the light of what is happening in this moment, but more on all of this in another post, time for me to prepare for my rest.
Love and transformational blissings to you all!
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I set off down the creek in fine spirits, it felt amazing to be naked and walking through the water, the creek was shallow and made easy travelling. It was the 1st of november and we were most fortunate that it wasn’t too cold, there was enough sun coming through the trees and everything seemed perfect. What I hadn’t thought about was the fact that it was All Hallows Day, also know as the Day of the Dead, when the veils between the worlds are supposed to be thin and spirits walk the land.
All Hallows Day.
After a time we came to a place where the course of the creek narrowed and the first obstacle on the path presented itself. The water went through a narrow opening and below it was a deep and dark pool of water, the only way forward was to jump into the pool and swim to the other end. I am one of those people who tends to go first just to get that scary anticipation out of the way and so I stepped up and reached my arms up to brace myself on the rock on either side. Just as I jumped my foot slipped and my arms were wrenched backwards as I dove into the pool of icy water feet first.
I knew I had hurt myself but it didn’t seem too bad, I said to the other two women, “The left is worse but I think I’m ok, as long as I don’t slip and have to save myself with it.” Be careful what you say, I really should have known better! Instead of becoming very mindful I dropped into memories of being a child on bush walks and I went ahead of the others going faster than was wise. What would have been a simple slip became disaster as my left arm shot out to brace me and I felt incredible pain and could no longer use that arm.
I could no longer carry my plastic bag and had one arm that wasn’t quite as badly damaged to continue to negotiate my way along the path. I managed reasonably well until we got to the last bit where there was a small waterfall going into a small and deep pool of water. The idea was to slide down the waterfall into the pool as if you were being born, but I knew I would never be able to use my arms to push myself out.
Stay tuned for the next installment, hear how I managed to merge with Mother Earth as I hiked out in that rugged country.