Healing Journey in the Time of Coronavirus

Hello Dear Ones, I did this beautiful journey a couple of days ago. It is a journey for personal and planetary healing in this time of craziness. So much love and light came through me as part of this journey, that I wanted to share it, in case others would like to use it for themselves. Here is my journey. I hope it resonates for you.

Intention: I am journeying for healing on this day of lockdown, anxiety and fear.

I call to my power animals and my guides. Asklepios, the Greek God of Healing, is here. He is riding his beautiful black, glossy charger. He bids me get up on his horse behind him. We are riding across grassy plains towards snow-capped mountains in the distance. I put my arms around his waist and nestle my cheek against his strong, muscular back. The wind is strong. A stiff spring breeze is blowing.

Asklepios is quiet. He is not saying anything as we ride towards the mountains. The telepathic message is, ‘Stay quiet, Dear One.’ We ride and we ride for a long time. Now the mountains are getting closer. Now we are going up a track through the foothills of the mountains, and now through the forest. The fresh air filters into my lungs. I am getting the message to stay physically active, but also to be supported, just as the horse supports me now.

‘We are here to support you. You are safe. You are loved,’ say my guides.

We come to the edge of a great lake. It is muddy on this side, and we walk around the edge of the lake. I see waterfalls that feed the lake. He is taking me there, to a place of cleansing, a place of renewal.

Now we dismount. Asklepios gets off first and helps me down. He takes my hand and leads me towards the waterfall. ‘This will be cold, dear sister, but so refreshing,’ he says, as he bids me get into the lake. He gets in with me and takes me towards the waterfall.

I am to sit on a rock with the cool water flowing over me. I have some trepidation about how cold the water will be, but Asklepios holds my hands. He says, ‘It is very cold, but I will warm you,’ and he sends warmth into my body so that I am not shocked by the coldness of the water. I feel it pounding onto my head and flowing down over my shoulders, over my back, over my kidneys and forwards over my breasts, my hips and my legs, cleansing me.

‘Let the sparkling water clean, clear, cleanse you, Dear One,’ he says. I breathe deeply as I feel the water washing away my fears, washing away my troubles. Now the water sparkles and it brings light. Now the flow of water is turning to sparkling light that washes over me like a fountain. It washes through me, washing the old away, washing the negativity away, washing the fear and the self-loathing away. It’s washing me clean. It washes me inside and outside. It washes all my organs – my womb, my kidneys, my bladder.

It washes away the negativity of many generations. This is an ancestral healing. It washes away the self-criticism and self-judgement, taking me back to a place of purity, innocence and trust, where I can love myself just as a little baby, a little child does, in their innocence, when they knew no shame or guilt.

Now there are angels standing around me, bringing healing and beaming light to me. They are cleansing my heart and opening the channels to more love pouring through me, so that I may be a channel for pure love and light for the world.

And now the sparkling light and the love that I am receiving fill me to overflowing. It fills the chalice of my heart to overflowing, so that I have more than enough for myself. And it flows into the earth and it flows all around me and it flows out to humankind. It flows around the planet.

And Asklepios smiles as he still holds my hands, because this is what he wanted – for me to be filled to overflowing, so that I can be of service to the planet and to humankind. And together we form a link that is more powerful than one person on their own. He is the catalyst and I am the conduit of this loving energy, flowing out all around the world. We form a balance of masculine and feminine. And I see myself growing in stature until I am the same size as him. We are equals now, flowing the energy out to the world, out to the universe. There is so much beauty in this.

I hear birds all around me, singing with Joy. I am reminded of a quote my friend Erika gave me, that the birds still remember to sing at dawn and dusk, to sing for joy and that humans will soon remember to do the same.

I bask in this oneness. I bask in unity with the world, with the planet, with the universe, and all its beauty as the light and the love flow through me. It is so touching, so moving. It brings tears to my eyes. I feel the sun on my face and I feel the wind in my hair. A new wind blows across the earth, refreshing everything, bringing in the new waves of light and love.

And I am told the flow energy will continue through me for the rest of day, but for now, it is time to return. Asklepios helps me up. From his saddle bags, he produces a big warm towel to dry me off and to wrap around me. He helps me to remount and he gets up in front of me. We set off at a gallop for home. When we arrive back, he helps me down. He hugs me and he kisses me. He tells me, ‘All is well. Go in love and light, dear sister. All is well.’

I thank him and I come home to my body in this reality.

If anyone would like me to do a journey to ask for personal guidance or healing for them, please get in touch via phone or email.

Much love and light to you all.

 

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Menopause – A Fart at a Dinner Party

The Beautiful Crone of Cordoba*

I have heard it said that talking about the menopause in polite company goes down about as well as a fart at a dinner party. Well I say that stinks and it is about time it changed. I grant that talking about the intimate physical details of the changes to a woman’s body may be too much for the squeamish, and perhaps should be held with more reverence and mystery. But the concept of menopause as a rite of passage for a woman is something that should be far more widely talked about. If approached in a conscious way, the menopause is a time when a woman can harvest all her skills and experience, and step into a phase of great power and wisdom. And perhaps this is what our patriarchally dominated culture is truly afraid of.  

The conventional concept of menopause seems to be that it’s the beginning of the end. Soon you will become a wizened, bent backed old bag with brittle bones and a dry vagina, who smells of wee and mutters to herself, perhaps even cackling from time to time. Even spiritual circles who talk about the triple phases of woman – the Maiden, the Mother and the Crone seem to be missing something. Surely there is a phase between hard worked Mother and ancient Crone, where we step into a place of wisdom, freed from the ties of mothering young children, but still with enough energy and vigour to make a difference in the world? This is surely a time when we are free to follow our soul’s true purpose and to fulfill the secret wishes of our hearts. This is the time of the Maga, the wise elder woman, who is at the top of her game in terms of skills and experience. She is the majestic Autumn Queen who harvests the abundance of all she has created in her life. As the world teeters on the brink of man-made self-destruction, this is the time when we truly need these women to come into their true power to help rebalance human life on earth.

As I embark on my perimenopausal years, I am making it my mission to find out all there is to know about walking through menopause in the most empowered and conscious way that I can. I will be embracing my hot flashes as a transformational fire that burns away all the crap that is no longer needed in my life. I shall be seeking herbal allies to help me through the worst of my physical symptoms. I shall be seeking the spiritual meaning in all that happens to me. I intend to step out the other end of this experience wiser, stronger, with more vigour and a medicine bag full of tools to help others. I want to share this knowledge with any woman who is willing to listen. And if there are sisters out there who have gone through this rite of passage before me, I would love to hear of your experience and your wisdom.

*The image in this blog post is taken from Grandmother’s Stories by Barefoot Books.