Considering a 4 day week /Morning markets and some Jarmusch spanish film with Angel

 

HALESONG

Resonating

There are moments in life when you have a sense of déjà vu—that you’ve visited this place, these feelings, this person before—and you know that a new opportunity to dance has come ’round again. Yet there is a haunting quality to this, a melancholy as life’s mysterious fragility is also underlined. Like a whalesong that pleads for its simple notes to be matched by another, you have a short time to capture this essence and let it resonate in a way that is potentially transformative—but only if you don’t turn away.

Sometimes you may forget the moments of your humanity, your truest desires, because
you’ve become so earthbound and calculating, striving and doing. You’re so overstimulated by the chase and what you’re exposed to that you forget your heart. Now it’s time to jump in the water and play, and be reminded of your creative self, your collaborative impulse to sing along, seeking harmony, beauty, purpose, and meaning. At this moment, that is your exact invitation. You will achieve more than the plans you set in motion if you use this opportunity to explore, be curious, and take a much-needed break from what your mind thinks it needs to accomplish. Your heart is calling. Answer it.

UNMARKED TRAIL

Revelation

You are called now to embark on a sacred journey. The Arthurian knights in their quest for the Holy Grail had to make sure to take an unmarked trail that no one had ever followed, or they would not accomplish their goal. Likewise, you must enter the darkest forest of your soul via a route as yet unidentified to find what you seek. The manicured paths will bring you only temporary pleasure and later great pain.

Stop it! You already know there is no reward at the end of the road you are following. You are only killing time. Pause, breathe, and commit in your heart to a sacred endeavor. Vow to not look for old solutions that may have worked with past challenges. Get out of character, try the outrageous, and keep your quest private. Now is not the time to speak of the voice that called you to embark on the Unmarked Trail. That time will come.

The Unmarked Trail can be a sign that you have already made a choice, even if you do not want to acknowledge it. Be at peace with what your heart knows to be true. Your heart has already been “made up,” and your mind will follow. Pack lightly, taking with you only essential beliefs that you know to be trustworthy under all circumstances. The Universe has your back.

BELOVED

Radical Acceptance

When the Beloved appears, it requires 100 percent of your heart, body, and soul. Don’t try to “squeeze” the Beloved into your schedule—drop the busyness and receive the one you have been waiting for. Know that this card comes as a mirror to show you the Divine within and invite your radical acceptance of everything you consider beautiful or ugly in your being.

The Beloved may not be a person at all. It might be a business venture, a project, or an adventure calling for your full attention. Love it, let it light you up, and give it your all. Surrender to this truth and know that you are gaining a passport to bliss, even when it feels that you are being consumed by the fire of the Beloved. Do not hold back or be afraid, for you will emerge transformed. Surrender is the key; allow yourself to be loved! Usher the harsh critic out the door and shut your eyes and ears to the judgment of others who have not been ignited by the divine blaze consuming you, for they will only attempt to douse your fire and leave you choking on the smoke.

Be careful you are not seduced by false promises or falling prey to your extraordinary ability to sabotage your dreams and desires. Sync with and sink into your heart and trust your sense of what is true, and you will know what to do. The true Beloved is never false; every gift proffered is valuable.

Recognize the many faces of the Beloved and welcome them into your heart. You will be so glad you did.

Healer leftovers.

 

OMC - Onkwehonwe Midwives Collective

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“What if we told women the truth about birth

We’d have to tell them that contractions will probably be more than “surges” or “sensations.”

That they’ll probably rock your fcking world and leave you begging for salvation as you clutch the edge of the tub or the hospital linens

That your gentle breathing exercises and your Spotify soundtrack will be left in the dust as you sweat and pant and sway and swear your way through it

That you’ll trip harder than any mushroom you ever did in college and vomit with the same ferocity and travel to places deep within yourself that you didn’t know existed. That you’ll float above your body and simultaneously be trapped in it with an intensity you’ve never tasted

And in that intensity, in the sweating and the swearing and the swaying and the vomiting and the endless hours of contractions crashing down upon you

You’ll find your strength

You’ll find a resilience you’ve never known

You’ll find the power you need for the journey of motherhood ahead

In the messy humanity of it all

You’ll find that you are holy

A portal to the divine

Capable of indescribable miracles

A vessel of sacred life

What if we told women the truth about birth?

We’d have to tell them they are capable of anything

Worthy of being treated like goddesses

Made to walk through the flames

Surf the tidal waves

Dive into the underworld

And come out alive

Not unscathed

Not unchanged

But whole

And healed

And ready to take on the world

If we told women the truth about birth

We’d have to admit that we’ve lied about everything else

And that they are more powerful

More fierce

More capable

More beautiful

Than we’ve ever let on.

If we told the truth about birth?

We’d shatter the world.”

Spirit Y Sol

Martin money matters. The review of the 10 day rule. Will he pay?

 

GMC, appraisal, money medicine decision worries

 

The energy shifted today.Woke up to soemthing new in the air/thunderbirds are go.

 

The Lord's Prayer...translated from Aramaic directly into English.

Rather than from Aramaic to Greek to Latin to English.

O cosmic Birther of all radiance and vibration,

soften the ground of our being and carve out a space within us where your Presence can abide.

Fill us with your creativity so that we may be empowered to bear the fruit of your mission.

Let each of our actions bear fruit in accordance with our desire.

Endow us with the wisdom to produce and share what each being needs to grow and flourish.

Untie the tangled threads of destiny that bind us, as we release others from the entanglement of past mistakes.

Do not let us be seduced by that which would divert us from our true purpose, but illuminate the opportunities of the present moment.

For you are the ground and the fruitful vision, the birth, power, and fulfillment, as all is gathered and made whole once again.

And So It Is!

Therapy walks and clean eaves.

 

Leaving the gates open to undo the maddening..

 

Mccullough..

 IVM- 40mg/day

Vitamin C-3000mg/day

Vitamin D- 5000 iu /day- 20000iu/day

Zinc- 50/day

Quercertin 500mg BD

Pepcid/famotidine- 

Asprin-

Budesonide-

Nasal washe- /povidine iodine

Throat gargle- listerine 

Nebulised hydrogen peroxi

de.

Need me some of that Chanel Ayan husband love

 

post moon pull

 

T-1 to the capricorn moon, all eyes on the 30th.

https://www.bitchute.com/video/MlJ8lTDmZQGN/ 

sanding the railings + pre- moon dreams.

 

Varniz, take 3

 My sister./Torn Behind the wire..

Gretel is staring- hung with too loose skin. Bones like scaffolding; as the sun tries from behind thin cloud, fighting another cold morning from some place far away. We force ourselves to wake, as suffering pours in; blue skin huddled together, legs and arms wrapped like thin pallets of wood on unsteady frames. Bones poured against each other, fragile as we break. The morning misery- the others, near and far - low moans growing into an orchestral hum- like pock marked hungry cattle lowing at some relentless grave. Rags concentrated . We the shattered fragments, of what is left. Unfamiliar remnants clinging one to another, amongst strangers, needing boundaries and never feeling safe. So I look to the window, past the frost, towards the late autumn draining away. Soon will come the hard cold. When the earth is immoveable . Instantly I feel guilty. Gretel is younger than me, she is too sick to run. She takes my bread, and I scavenge for it to give freely. It;s what our mother would have wanted, in better times, when there was warmth.. When there was more than just the two of us. Before the brightly buttoned and highly polished men, and all the good memories were gone..So I must decide. But to take a chance at the wire, to survive? I know that Gretel must stay.  

A house of peace