She's here to stay, and she wants to come through you, whoever you are, and whichever gender you are. You are her means of arriving. Because you are unique, you are as a prism that will break up Light differently as it shines through you. You will become an aspect of her face, though you may not realize it right away.

It is so easy to fall prey to thinking of the Divine Feminine in terms of what we already identify with being feminine. She cannot be so easily circumscribed, and we need to be prepared to discipline ourselves not to limit a new archetype that is birthing herself, even now.

Think of all the feminine archetypes that have been until now from all cultures and all times. The range and variety of models of what the 'feminine' is about is vast.

What is coming in now as the Divine Feminine is all of what has been in times gone by, but in new combination. We have never seen 'her' before, not like this, so staying empty of concept is best advised.

It is a little like the night before Christmas and you are looking at the wrapped presents under the tree and figuring out what you think they might be. And then sometimes the next day, you are totally surprised and over the moon because you guessed wrong, and what you got was so much better than you could have imagined.

I wrote a blog in 2012 entitled 'Something This Way comes.' That is how I feel about the Divine Feminine. We can feel her approaching and entering into our realm and our beings. It is a subtle  and simultaneously powerful progression we are experiencing, and more or less wipes out our hard drive of expectations.
 
Not knowing and not speculating I think is going to be one of the best parts of this great gift and privilege of being here for this incoming of the new field that is being called the Divine Feminine. I deeply suspect that our art and our choices for living will describe this event just fine. It is humbling to lay so low and put our over- conceptualizing to bed but I think this is the time for us to be surprised.

I dreamed last night that I died. Never before do I remember dreaming that. I led dream work classes for 12 years and no one would die in their dreams. They might dream they were about to die, and then they would wake up.

I remember no details from my dream last night about the death itself. I just remember my consciousness being intact afterwards.

On an intellectual level, I have had no fears of death for most of my life. The body though, which is wired to survive, and with which we identify, I think can totally be afraid of its demise, and this fear can reside in the subconscious, unknown to its owner.

Before the part of the dream in which I died (again, details lost), I dreamed someone came for me to put a chloroform soaked rag on my mouth to render me unconscious. In the dream, I fought them off successfully and actually killed them (dreams are so dramatic in making their point!) It was later in dream that I died yet retained my consciousness. Once awake, I realize that by killing the chloroformer, I was saying, I want to be conscious when I transition. I want to stay awake, and then, I did.

When I woke up, I felt the most liberated I can remember feeling in my life. I think what happened in the dream, is that I tackled my body's fear of death, a fear that has been sleeping in my subconscious, limiting me from taking full advantage of the opportunities that life in a body offers for fear my body might come to no good end.
 
I don't mean to say I am ready to be wreck less about my body. Not at all. It is just that I now KNOW I can afford to go full out in life for what seem to be my soul's  choices. I totally accept and understand, there are no guarantees about much of anything, but I also know, whatever happens, I won't have regrets of having bypassed opportunities.

All I can say about dream last night is . . .thank you. I did not know I was being held back by my own physical vehicle's intense wiring to survive. I am no longer chloroformed into unconsciousness.





 

Yes, I am putting the call out, but not restricted to dolphins in the sea. I am calling 'land dolphins' as well. You know who you are.

It is time, no, make that 'past time' for us to take over. Not as revolutionaires (we do not take ourselves seriously enough to call ourselves that) but as evolutionaries.

And to what might that refer, you ask. Well, the Mayans knew all about evolution of consciousness and how the main job of anyone in a body in a given period of history was here to 'ride the wave' of what the current vibrations were trying to usher in.
 
Who rides waves better than dolphins, I ask you, and I think the answer is pretty much no one. We humans have some amazing surfers emerging but don't be fooled. They are just pretending to be human. Surfers who totally understand what happens to them when they catch a big wave are completely evolutionary in spirit or, dolphins in disguise. They know that all the power and glory is in the surrender to what the moment offers, and to using each moment to be in balance with the surrounding energies.

Last night I barely slept. That happens sometimes, but I have come to trust it because even though I am not  sleeping per se, I am swimming in layers of awareness. Dolphins rest one half of their brain at a time (so as not to drown) and on my sleepless nights, I sometimes feel I must be doing that because I feel rested the next day. It is a little bit like not wanting to miss out on anything during these transformative times. I will sleep, yes, but the rest of the time, I will surf whatever wave shows up. All those dolphins swimming together off the coast of San Diego were sending out the hue and cry . . . ." wake up your inner dolphin and come swim with us", they seemed to be saying. The waters fine, and evolution is afoot.

There is an encroachment taking place on our populous planet now. Urban is increasing and pastoral is decreasing. Even finding where the country is anymore is a challenge because of the spread of development.

When I was a child, I spent my summers in the hills of Brentwood, Tennessee on my grandmother's large farm name Liberty Lodge. It was well named because of the extreme liberty I felt to be my nature loving self in so many different ways. My days consisted of riding horses bareback with my cousins throughout the ranging hills (not a development in sight), swimming in natural rock formation ponds (with polywogs sometimes getting in my bathing suit), eating homemade  applesauce from the orchard that to this day has to be one of the most ambrosiac of all foods that have touched my palate. The smells of the new mown hay and of horses, the sounds of the crows and crickets, the feeling of being both welcomed and overwatched by the huge very old oak trees, the color of the sky at dusk as we would bring the horses back after a day of exploring . . . my cup ranneth over.

Liberty Lodge is no more. My grandmother has long since left this world. That beautiful land and countryside is now covered up entirely by the sprawl of development. I count myself very very fortunate that I got to have that time of being so nourished by the natural world, not to mention my grandmother, aunt, uncle and cousins who meant the world to me.

There are still places where there are peaceful ponds, rolling land and stands of trees in which you can spread out a quilt, pop open some bubbly, bite into an apple straight off the tree, lay back, watch clouds go by and notice an ant crawling on a blade of grass, but you may have to go looking for it. When you find the spot that is just right, wrap your heart all around this fortuitous find and the preciousness of this simple act of picnicing. It need not as an activity dissolve into the ranks of a bygone era, but it may be up to you to keep that from happening. I for one will do my part. Maybe we can save the world, one picnic at a time. What is loved tends to promulgate.

Working with different energy formations is something I have been aware of all my life. Part of the reason for that is that I feel them so strongly and in truth, think part of why I am here on the planet is to become conscious of what different kinds of energies are good for. The vortex is one that is a frequent visitor to my consciousness. More and more, in the form of tornadoes and hurricanes and water spouts and fire spirals and dust devils, it shows up. That is the external version. There also are internal versions within our electromagnetic systems known as our bodies. Here is what I am learning. As we work with our internal vortices, we have influence on the vortices we perceive that are external to us such as found in nature. How does that work?

In 2000, I was drawn to write a small booklet called Talking to Hurricanes. It was a fictional account of a man who learned to mind meld with hurricanes. The ideas in the story were from what I was discovering about what vortices really are. They are formed by a dance of opposites. Cold air meets warm air. Voila. You get a vortex. If you look at this part of nature as a metaphor, it seems to be that a vortex represents what happens when you have two opposites wanting to combine and yet keep their integrity as uncombined at the same time. The stronger the two drives, the more intense the vortex.

So, how do we calm the storms that are showing up in nature with a greater frequency? Here is what I suggest. Work with your own inner opposites. As you, either you as an individual or you as part of a collective, learn to do this, what is outside of you will calm down in response. There are many ways you can go about learning to do this. That is for you to play with. It is a very worthy endeavor.

Two days ago, I was driving down the expressway and I felt a vortex forming between my solar plexus chakra and my heart chakra. It was so intense, I had to pull over. Waves of ecstasy were moving throughout my whole field. As wonderful as that felt, I knew I needed to ground the energy or I would have just left my body. I happened to have a grounding crystal in the car, a red jasper, and it was most helpful to hold while I concentrated on bringing a balance between the two chakra centers and sending the ecstatic waves into the earth herself. It took awhile but I think that energy was somehow helpful to the earth. She so appreciates what comes through us to her. It is a wonderful donation to make..

There are no formulas for doing this work. We are each so unique so you need to discover what works for you. But I plant some seeds here about the power of the vortex as a means for integration and transformation. Powerful mojo.

We are all this, and were born this, and no matter how far away we have been moved or have moved ourselves, we are still this. We are the child, the repository of innocence vastly in need of the comfort and security of being able to lay on the mother, our earth, put our hand on her heart and draw sustenance while we deeply dream.

What are we dreaming? We are returning to our origins, where we were before we were born in a human body. We are re-connecting with why we chose to come here and we are being strengthened for the journey by this profound comfort we get when we let the mother do what she does so well . . .support our being while we are in a body.

Fast forward to the deep forgetfulness so many fall into as the lairs and traps catch the mind and convert innocents into embodiments of worldly ambition and beings entranced by the 'bright shiney things' that get dangled in front of us.

The mother gets forgotten. Worse yet, she gets  abused. Bad precedents are followed by even worse precedents. But, time is up. The tipping point has been reached. It is do or die time. So what do we do, what can we do, and what needs to be done.

May I suggest, a return to becoming the babe. When all seems temporarily lost, and you are flailing, seek out the mother. Lay on the beach. Float in the sea. Hike amongst stately trees, frequently reaching out to touch them and stop and sit down with your back against them. Watch clouds. Go barefoot and put your consciousness in your feet. Stare into fire. Catch the first rays of dawn. Soak up the afterglow of sunset. It's all the mother enfolding us, when we do these things. It is what we need like we need our own breath. Without it, we won't make it.

When storms huff and puff, and sun parches landscapes and waters rise, this is not the mother trying to scare us. These things are mirroring to us what we have refused to acknowledge. The mother wants BALANCE, for us, and for herself, and sometimes, in teaching us the importance of balance, she has to show us in no uncertain terms what imbalance creates.

It's not too late. Not in the least. Balance is waiting to be reclaimed at every corner of your existence. The way to do it is always to first, re-capture the babe inside yourself by letting the mother give to you. Then turn around, go back into the 'wilderness' of civilization, and let your nourished self give of your talents to do what you can where you can.

You will be very effective, once you have slept and dreamed again, on the Mother's great and generous body.

Water makes things look different. Water makes things feel different. Water  changes our relationship with gravity. Water is the biggest element of a human being's body, without which we do not live. Water relaxes us. Water opens us to our greater sensitivities and intuition. Water enchants us. Water purifies us. Water teaches by example how to flow and move and surrender.

I could go on and on about this topic, as can you I am sure, stacking up the benefits. Water may be the singlemost valuable gift we have on this earth. That and sunlight.Not a day goes by that I do not think of that fact.

I hereby annoint this coming Valentine's Day also "Fall in Love with Water Day" as well. When we love water, she loves back. She knows when she is being appreciated. The nature spirits, the Undines, totally feel our responses. When playing in the surf (where Undines tend to congregate in great numbers) have you ever noticed how your energy level is endless? You have the Undines to thank for that, in part. And surfers all report the amazing inner bliss they feel. Undines again.
 
It is not only a loving thing to do to water, to love her with all our heart and focus on what she does for us, it may be the best guarantee that, in times of lack, water will communicate with us about where to find her. Something to think about. Oil we can adapt to having less of. Without water, our goose is cooked.

Truth is far more intriguing than anything we can make up. With our current stepped up modalities, that fact is going to become even more pronounced. Our consciousness is being so freed up from being tethered to our various ego identities and that in turn creates a space for the improbable to happen.

For my birthday about a decade ago, a friend took me to the airport to co-pilot this old navy fighter plane. At the time I was taking flying lessons. I have always loved being high up in the air. My father was a WWI flying ace so I come by it naturally.

So I am walking to get in the airplane when it happened. I felt it happen. Another consciousness joined me. I felt my walking gait change, and I felt my body adjust. I was so focused on the flying itself that I didn't pay what I was noticing too much mind. Once in the air, I felt my joy, but I felt as well the joy of another that was "hopping a ride" in my body. At first I thought it might be my Dad who had passed on decades before. But then I realized it was not. I could feel the other 'consciousness' looking out through my eyes and he (it was a 'he') was so happy. I also was happy.

Later after I returned home and had a chance to think about it, I came to the  conclusion that I did pick up a spirit hanging around the airport that loved to fly while in a body. The  spirit did not come home with me. My friend that took me to the airport absolutely noticed the shift in my body and demeanor when I got on the plane.

Unitive consciousness is where we humans are headed. To get there, we have to sustain many ego deaths. When we do partake in that consciousness of Oneness, the lines blur between ourselves. Apart from the paranormal aspect of my experience, I see it as a glimpse of the new Unity where we can share experiences in a whole new way. If someone has a particular physical gift,  perhaps the day will come when another consciousness can momentarily inhabit the body to experience that gift. I know. I know. Very far out thought, but why not? If one is solid enough in their own knowing of who they are as spirit, why not share talents in such a manner.

Just a thought. A wild one, but . . just a thought.

As the story goes, a man walking on a beach that was covered with washed up starfish by the hundreds would lean over and toss them back into the sea.Someone stopped him and told him it wasn't going to make any difference, for there were so many stranded. The man tossed another one back into the sea and said "it did to that one."

The five pointed star was, according to Leonardo da Vinci, the signature of the human with the head, two arms and two legs outstretched. When you divide the circle by five, you get the astrological aspect known as a quintile (72 degrees) which is very connected to talents of creating that go back to the esoteric knowledge of alchemy. The fifth harmonic in music is a powerful resonance for stirring soul responses. And on and on. There is just something about what starfish represent to our superconscious minds that provides a key to the enormous powers of creating, for good or for ill, that humans have.

If I had to put in a sentence what is different now, in this 'new world' that was birthed in both 2011 and 2012, I would say that our human powers of creativity have been loosed in a whole new way. Whether you talk of it in terms of DNA strands replaced, or any other kind of language, things are simply more possible now having to do with our focus, vision and intent than ever before.

In caring about the simple starfish (although not so simple . . .can you regrow a missing limb?), we are, on that superconscious level, reminding ourselves that we are all one. When you save a starfish, you are saying you care to save the whole. The power of that simple act has nothing to do with numbers. It is about intent. That is where we are currently exploding with power . . .with our intent, moment to moment. Proceed with consciousness, and with great love.

If it weren't for watching the slant of the sun shifting and marching across the landscape and my walls, and for observing the contellations glide from one side of the night sky to the other, I would swear time had stopped.

I cannot explain exactly what I mean but so many are reporting a similar awareness so I may not have to. There used to be an inner sense of the passage of time and that simply seems missing now. What has replaced it is a feeling of that, instead of living inside a clock or a calendar now, I am living inside my own inner dimensions which jump timelines all over the place.

Some of the side effects of this re-calibrating of the inner with the outer realms, which is one way of talking about it, are things like - the past becomes as vivid as the present, and seems very present. I remember conversations in great detail that I haven't had any reason to think of in decades. The future feels like it is floating in front of me full of boxes to check as to which future I want to be involved in creating. The future, instead of having to do with time seems to be about dealing with choice and decision. It does not feel distant, so there again, the future feels very present.

When the lights went out in the Superbowl, there was something very surreal going on. The athletes, once filled with adrenalin with their goal of winning firmly in tow now found themselves floating in a state of having no goals temporarily. It was just a little example of what I am speaking of. My guess is that there are many very revealing stories about what was going on with everyone during the black out.

I think we have been set free, we of the human persuasion, and we are trying to figure out how to handle this degree of say-so in creation. Linear time has been both a jailor and a scaffolding. We have been able to use it to figure out where we are, and, it has made us feel limited at the same time.

We still have clocks and calendars and plan accordingly, but something has definitively shifted. I think we are weaning ourselves away from some dependencies. It is a whole different thing to move in accordance with our inner promptings and it takes spiritual maturity. It also takes getting used to.
 
Once we adapt, we are going to feel like kids at the fair.I have been saying til I'm hoarse, we are supposed to be having a wonderful time here in this earthside experience.

As the saying goes 'there is no time like the present'. I think the new saying should be: "there is only the present and it is in 'no time'."That's what it feels like from over here.