Full Moon/Lunar Eclipse/Solstice

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I am wide open and my mind feels like it's running 90 miles an hour. That's not so unusual for a Moon Child at the time of any Full Moon. However, tomorrow we have a Full Moon/Lunar Eclipse/Solstice all on the same day! This doesn't happen very often. The last time was in 1638. So this is a BIG astrological event. What does that mean for each of us?

Over the last week I've been receiving information from a lot of different sources about what this celestial event means for humanity-for Lightworkers in particular. These sources state that in addition to the obvious (full moon/lunar eclipse/solstice), the alignment of the planets at this time will be very close to the alignment we will have in two years on December 21, 2012. That in addition to everything else, we will experience a shift in energies tomorrow. (Perhaps the energy shifts we've been going through for the last ten years, and which seem to be intensifying and becoming more frequest, are preparation for the Great Shift in 2012?)

After reading all of this material, I understood that my own emotional state and intensification of my empathic abilities is connected to the event we will experience tomorrow in the early morning hours. We are once again being asked to release, release, release any- and everything that no longer serves us, including old emotions and beliefs. I know-we're all really tired of purging and releasing. However, if we are going to ascend, we have to set down any remaining burdens and return to our simplest state(s).

Those of us who incarnated at this time to serve the Light in particular are going to want as little baggage as possible for the next couple of years. It came to me yesterday as I was contemplating the information that's been coming to me that we are really going to have to commit to the service we came here to render. There's no time or room for straddling the fence any more. Yes, this is an "either/or" situation. If any of us decides to say "no" there will be no judgment or retribution. However, for those of us who go forward with our "plan" to usher in the Age of Aquarius, we need to understand that the ride won't be without its ups and downs. It's already been quite a bumpy ride-I don't think it's going to smooth out for awhile.

So, where and how do we start? I can only answer that question for myself. Knowing what I do now about tomorrow's celestial alignment and the power behind it, I've set my intention to open my heart as fully as I can. To allow the emotions to well up, be what they are, and release them to the Universe for transmutation. And I will commit myself once more to assisting in our transition from the Piscean to the Aquarian Age, integrating within myself whatever polar opposites exist, and radiating love, peace and understanding to all beings.

May you have a blessed and happy Solstice, celebrating the return of the Sun, the Son, the Light-however it is appropriate to you to acknowledge.

Blessed Be!

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What Gift Do I Have...

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One of my fondest memories of Christmas past is that of my mother reading Christmas stories to my little sister and me before we went to bed each night. Mama was a drama major in college, and she used her gift to bring joy to her children and family, her church and her community. Reading A Christmas Carol, she brought each character to life. From Ebeneezer Scrooge to Tiny Tim to the Ghosts of Christmases Past, Present, and Yet To Come, the stories she read became real as if we were living them ourselves.

The story that touched my heart most, both as a child and as an adult, was The Littlest Angel. The story of a little boy who had transitioned and become one of the Heavenly Host before he was necessarily ready brought tears to my eyes when I was a child. When my own children were growing up, it was all I could do to get through reading it without crying myself-I don't know how Mama did every year. And there were many hours of merriment as my children grew older to see just how far Mom could get into the book without tearing up!

The Littlest Angel has a terrible time adjusting to heavenly life. After all, he is still a child. He likes to run up and down the golden streets and swing on lamp posts. He isn't very good at flying yet, still having very small wings; and his halo, always slightly tarnished, is too big for his small head and is always slipping down or falling off his head so he has to chase it! He is a bother to all the other angels, and he really is just miserable in heaven where there is so little for a young angel to do.

As the birth of the Christ child approaches, each of the Heavenly Host is preparing a special gift to present Him at His birth. The Littlest Angel, however, can think of only one thing that might bring a smile to the face of the Holy Infant. He pulls a box from under his bed, and places it at the foot of the throne of God among all of the other beautiful and grand gifts placed there by the citizens of Heaven. When he sees the grandeur of all the other gifts, he is ashamed of the crude, unsightly box he has offered as his gift to the Christ child.

Before the Littlest Angel can remove the box from the mix, the hand of God picks it up and opens it. In it are a butterfly, a sky-blue egg, two white stones found on a river bank where he had played, and a leather strap that his mongrel dog had worn. In the end, these lowly child's treasures are the things that the Almighty sees as the greatest gifts offered to the Christ child, and the box begins to glow and becomes the Star over a stable in Bethlehem. (Yep, I'm cryin' again! And when I asked little Mama to be sure I was telling the story right, she cried too!)

How often do we hide under the bed or simply throw in the trash the gifts we have to offer the world? What things do we overlook or simply omit an opportunity to share that seem to us a meager amount with another just because it seems so meager? Could it be that what we have kept hidden and considered most abhorrent are the very gifts that are most needed in our world at this time?

Each of us is a gift, and each of us has a very specific gift to give to the world. Don't worry if you don't know exactly what that gift is. Like the Littlest Angel, open your heart and let your true light shine. Know that you are the gift and the blessing the world awaits-yes, that the world needs at this time. It is our own birth as the Christed Ones that we await at this time of year. And in the words of Tiny Tim, "God bless us, every one!"

Namaste!

Good Grief!

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The grieving process is something I strongly encourage all of my clients to embrace and walk through. My opinion is that completing the grieving process is one of the most important things we can do to attain and maintain our overall health. Unexpressed grief can shut down our throat chakras, causing an imbalance in our energy systems, not to mention manifesting in all kinds of physical dis-ease.

Grief is the emotion that allows us to say good-bye when we aren't ready. It's a vital part of the human experience that is often ignored and avoided. No one likes the pain that accompanies the grieving process. Yet once we are done, we are empty vessels, ready to be filled with something grander than was there before.

Years ago I was told the importance of grieving every loss we experience-even the loss of a contact! I thought that was rather trivial at the time. However, today I'm grieving the loss of a television of all things. This is really a humbling experience for me. I don't like grieving, and I sure don't like grieving over a television. I am feeling way too human--no I'm feeling down-right childish!

The television wasn't mine. I was using it until my sister wanted it back. (Yesterday she wanted it back!) But it was part of the little corner I've set up for myself in the one room that is the only space in the world that is totally mine. It was a small television and fit perfectly in my little work corner I've arranged in my room. It's not even that I watched it that often or that there isn't another television set in the house. But it was part of my little corner where I could flip it on whenever I wanted and watch whatever I liked at a decibel level that doesn't damage my eardrums! (For the record, there is more noise in a house with two octagenarians than in a house full of teenagers!)

I knew there had to be more to this reaction than just the loss of a television set. I've never had a problem manifesting televisions in my life-at one time I had four in my home. So why was I having such a terrible time with this loss?

Very often when doing healing work with clients, they apologize to me when their tears begin to flow. I always tell them they never have to apologize for crying in session with me. That if there are tears now, they haven't cried the tears they need to in order to complete their grieving process. Not that I've been crying about the television--but I have been dealing with a terrible sense of loss. Looking back over the last couple of years, sadness does wash over me. There has been a lot of loss-the business where I worked, my home, my youngest child moving 1,000 miles away to go to school... Could it be that I-the one who insists that her clients walk through the grieving process-have failed to take time to grieve myself?

This has been a very humbling experience for me. I've had to admit to my own failure and to my own humanness. I've had to open myself up to emotions that I thought I'd already processed. I'm opening myself to fully grieve the losses and release what was left of the life I had before. I'm really glad to say good-bye to that little television-it wasn't mine, anyway. And I'm open and willing to fully experience-Good Grief!

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Being... Me

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I've heard so many people talk about how difficult it is to grow up in homes where their parents were alcoholic, abusive, negligent, or just plain mean. My heart goes out to anyone who grew up in such circumstances. I was very lucky to have wonderful parents. My childhood memories are good ones for the most part. I was truly blessed.

However, I can tell you that when your mother is a living saint, it can be difficult, too. All of my life when people met me and learned who my mother is, inevitably I would hear, "She's the sweetest person I've ever known!" It's not that I didn't love hearing that. My mother truly is one of the sweetest people in the world. I love and admire her greatly. What I learned of God, goodness, and unconditional love I learned from Mama. But when I was growing up, and even as a young adult, I kept trying to live up to the example of "perfection" she set for me, and I always came up short and lacking.

I tried to pattern my life after Mama's. Grew up, went to college for a couple of years, got married, had three children, taught Sunday School, was "super soccer mom." And one day I was just burned out. I had given and given and there was nothing left inside me. I developed some interests outside my home, much to my husband's consternation. Push came to shove, and the marriage dissolved. I knew as I walked away that I was a failure not just to my husband but also to my mom.

I lived with a lot of guilt over the dissolution of my marriage for many years. I stayed away from my parents' home because I felt ashamed that I had so totally disappointed them. It was during those years away, though, that I discovered facets of myself that I didn't know existed. These hidden traits instead of being "bad" were what gave me strength. I learned that I could be independent and self-supporting. More important I found that I am passionate and powerful beyond my wildest imagination. I also learned that although Mama is a living saint in the eyes of most people, I'm not her.

When I was growing up, every Christmas we had a pageant at our church. Over and over again I was asked to play the part of the Virgin Mary in those pageants. That was great for me then. I was a young innocent girl much like Mary must have been when Gabriel told her she would give birth to a son. Even the part of Mother Mary fit me for so many years as I played the part of the mother with young children. But to be complete-to be whole-I needed that touch of raw passion that the Magdalen has to offer. So I have welcomed all three aspects into myself.

I am not my mother. I'm not a living saint. I have a lot of her attributes-I'm loving, caring, tolerant, understanding. But I'm also full of life force, fire and passion. I am Martha, and today that's more than good enough.

Namaste!