“Eve-olution” the only quality of life.

Don’t you know
They’re talking’ ’bout a revolution
It sounds like a whisper
Don’t you know
They’re talking’ about a revolution

It sounds like a whisper
While they’re standing in the welfare lines
Crying at the doorsteps of those armies of salvation
Wasting time in the unemployment lines
Sitting around waiting for a promotion

Do not you know
They’re talking’ ’bout a revolution
It sounds like a whisper
Poor people gonna rise up
And get their share
Poor people gonna rise up
And take what’s theirs

Don’t you know
You better run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run
Oh I said you better
Run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run

Cause finally the tables are starting to turn
Talking’ bout a revolution
Yes, finally the tables are starting to turn
Talking’ bout a revolution, oh no
Talking’ bout a revolution, oh
While they’re standing in the welfare lines
Crying at the doorsteps of those armies of salvation
Wasting time in the unemployment lines
Sitting around waiting for a promotion

Don’t you know
They’re talking’ ’bout a revolution
It sounds like a whisper
And finally the tables are starting to turn
Talking’ bout a revolution
Yes, finally the tables are starting to turn
Talking’ bout a revolution, oh no
Talking’ bout a revolution, oh no
Talking’ bout a revolution, oh no

Songwriters: Tracy Chapman

I started the plan of this blog several days ago, trying to get ahead!

I am only sitting to even look at any ideas now, on the day it is “due” a few seconds before it all “kicks off!”

Finally receiving a title in the presence of my mother, Eve, balancing daily caring duties with “work”.

I had “lost” the original plan and plot!

Admitting defeat, I let go.

Observing my mothers swollen foot, tilting herself backwards to aid the oedema I could see the nausea being the Hanged Man caused.

The world upside down.

A difficult place to see from.

But with the Lifeboat restoration blaring on her TV I felt into my own awareness.

I could sail this energy.

It was familiar to me.

But it would take only biting off that I could chew

Something that has taken generations to translate.

Frustrated at the reboot of my computer, it was time to bring it all together finally surrendering to the revolutionary magic that was occurring.

The hidden narrative within a familiar story.

Of which in the words of my mother “there are always so many versions”

“Leaving us searching and never finding the answer just more questions”

We are often so distorted by the internal war between what we want to do and what we must do we overlook what we need to do.

Tonya Hurley

The blog, as with all births, has delivered in its own Divine time

A labour of “love” it has taken that extra push only available with this moon.

Continually expanding, constantly creating.

It has arrived with grit and determination.

Like us all.

But out of limitations comes creativity

Debbie Allen

The creative contractions of the process often leading to my own doubt and several adaptions.

Causing excess pain and necessary mutation.

Something undeniably in the air at present.

Leaving us all, desperate for perfection, trying to direct energies way beyond our own comprehension.

The only way to navigate it came from my own truth.

Who I am- Soul Midwife

What I do- Facilitate change

How I do it- Delivering full potential

This thundery energy is who I am- Heyoka.

So why would writing a blog on these vibrations be any different?!


Tell me and I forget

Teach me and I remember

Involve me and I learn

Benjamin Franklin

Similar to the last few weeks, months, years it has provided several tipping points to de-throne me.

Right up to the last minute.

Like life.

Arriving at the home of our local emperor, a humble man residing in an Eagle adorned Empire, collecting firewood.

I finally recieved the deep karmic healing available in an instant promised with such intense energy.

Currency.

The original magic.

Fire.

Transformation.

Passion.

Creativity.

Smiling as we overtook the delivery van suggesting “ a new direction” and somewhat dangerous youths on a speed bike wearing tops emblazoned with “take a risk” I felt the overall point of this Full Moon.

Not to destroy what I know but strengthen it.

All based around one thing.

The energy leading us into next year.

Faith

Externally

In the systems around us, the relationships, even the prophecies and Planets to an extent.

But more over ourselves.

Our connection to the Feminine.

The creative womb within us.

It is only now I realise just how similiar the symbol for Aries and the womb are.

The space from which all were born, ideas given life.

The sacral centre.

Our ability to feed from this knowledge and become response-able for our choices.

To step into or sit upon the Sovereignty so many of us have spoken of.

To embrace the quality we so need to experience life.

Innovation is the outcome of habit not a random act

Sukant Ratnakar

But gestation takes repetition and growth.

To gain a firm foundation in who we are and realising who we are not.

There is, like our neighbouring Emperor, so much depth to be found beneath the surface over the next few days.

Although  for many of us it will not be a 20 foot historical building in our “back yard” there still promises to be many revelations brought to our own awareness.

Something I had believed personally insignificant on this Full Moon blog.

Aries, burning with the desire to push through this view.

My Ascendant,  enforcing me to examine my own misalignment.

My foundation.

How I am seen, through my own eyes, questioned to my core.

Hold the vision trust the process

Unknown

Searching through Astrological posts.

Assuming I needed to know we were in unstable Uranus.

Influenced by Mars retrograde squaring Saturn.

Lining up with some star upon the wing of Pegasus.

I spent several hours looking at the wrong month.

Spiralling way out of my own understanding.

Losing all interest and debating the whole point of writing anything!

Pausing, stabilising, I decided to look at what I did know.

Intuition is a Spiritual faculty and does not explain but simply points the way

Florence Scokel Shinn

My own inner teachings.

The very communication between myself and Pachamama.

A skill handed down my bloodline.

Highlighted by a “failed” call with my mother, I had become disconnected.

It was time to start again- to re-boot.

Not as anyone else, but myself.

With the languages I could see., numerology, Shamanism,Tarot, and healing messages from the Earth.

First the logical mind and the numerology.

October the tenth month signifying change, completion, the Wheel in the Tarot.

Mirrored by the self-occurring on the first day in the first Zodiac.

The potential of Judgement (20) only released through the adaption of beliefs.

The chains that have held us as a species ( 15-The Devil) from our potential.

Evicting us from Eden, or at least nurturing this idea.

We are being passed the morsel of internal harmony (6- the lovers) with this Full Moon.

Threatening to bring dis-cord, death, and destruction from the attachment towards restrictions.

Following your intuition is a tremendous act of conscious intelligence.

Sonia Choquette

Only by re-stabilising these foundations can we work with what we have.

Avoid burn out of ourselves and our environment.

Facilitate growth for long term change, the Shamanic essence behind todays “Harvest moon”

It is not the strongest of the species that survives, nor the most intelligent, but the ones most responsive to change.

Charles Darwin

We reap what we sow.

Not karma.

Evolution.

The only building block of life.

Minus quick fixes we experience deep internal adaptions.

I have seen this the last few weeks with my own mother.

Overhauling not only her diet, beliefs, relationships but taking “charge” of what she requires now to live a life with quality.

Involved in her own care.

Her four pillars supporting her.

The investment she has put into her time here.

Us.

Her children.

The resonant message from the Earth beneath me never more poignant.

The way in which we view our own residence here on this Planet.

How we take what we know and apply it to now.

Empowerment is never about blame.

It is about taking personal responsibility

Bryant McGill

It is only now as I write this, I realise I had confused this phase with the new moon previously in Libra.

Feeling this awareness through my very core, unnerved, unsure what words will follow.

You must train your intuition; you must trust the small voice inside you which tells you exactly what to say, what to decide.


Ingrid Bergman

With no plans I found myself trusting.

Like life.

My own body the channel for the guidance heard and shared.

I began to feel, the emotional waters of my own inner tuition.

Eyes blurring, logic escaping me my internal vision became more focused on the task at hand

Only here, in the energy, could I appreciate the more evolved vibrations occurring.

Aries

Mars

Conflict

God of War

The beginning and ending

Rebellion

Death and rebirth

Fire

If you change the belief first, changing the action is easy.

Peter McWilliams

Then, stability.

Wisdom

Patience

The ram that knows when to push, when to wait.

The flame that transforms through dense energy.

Continuing to burn and warm others long after its initial spark had begun.

The everlasting light.

The sun

I could finally see why my higher self-had “confused me” into thinking this full Moon was in Libra.

Justice can only come from witnessing all aspects.

Observing the Emperor.

Blinded to everything except the elements within me

Under attack sentiments harden into dogma

Mason Casley

Letting go of all I had believed I needed to decipher, I listened to the messages around me.

Our toilet, removed!

Leaking.

Old in nature

The parts replaced, costing more than the system itself.

The floor now rotten

Information on the world at large.

I could sense a hole far bigger than that left by the old seat of power!

Something so needed.

A deeper awareness of what is occurring.

Not by outside explanations but internal understanding.

The ability to facilitate rather than teach.

Allowance of self-realisation at whatever pace this occurs.

I found a place, for myself and so many other midwives.

The death of dogma is the birth of morality

Immanuel Kant

I could feel the presence of lunars guidance.

Grandmother moon, as always highlighting the shadow within us all.

It was time finally to let go of the darkened emotions.

Not by releasing them but seeking and remembering the light within them.

The laughter.

The dominion of spirituality.

The Sacred clown in all thunderbeings.

The understanding that behind all of the sh!% all is relevant.

Even a worn-out toilet if we choose it to be so.

Self-education is Self-empowerment

Lailah Gifty akita

My own first house contains Chiron and Aries.

A traumatic healing that occurs from discernment.

Alchemy

Taking lower dense energy and creating with it.

Like the Earth.

Turning all things into fertiliser.

The hidden potential behind this year’s vision.

To know that with destruction comes creation.

A wise man therefore proportions his beliefs to the evidence

David Thime

So what have I discovered these last few weeks

A deep connection to my own instinct

Deliverance through my mother’s situation

A Shamanic sense of sight

Facilitation and healing of all around me, myself included.

Empowerment.

Faith in both of my mothers and the unconditional love that flows between this trinity.

The very thing that spurs me forward.

My fire, passion, desire for all things.

I have re-discovered what I always knew.

Me.

A thing is not necessarily true because a man dies for it.

Oscar Wilde

In its youngest form this/ I would often come out as rebellion.

Frustration.

Anger.

I am aware not only from the things I have read but my own experiences, these last few days that this energy is building.

The moon has been “called out” named outrage.

Out- rage

But this in all honesty is never the case.

From an often misunderstood, restricted youth, I can state what is out there comes from within.

As with all stages or cycles we are being gifted an opportunity to look at this reflection.

Our collective obsession with hysteria in relation to wombs, feelings, creativity and the moon.

Not to stand on our metaphorical soap boxes but emotional evolve.

The beautiful thing about learning is that no one can take it away from you

BB King

As with all moons, today we are being gifted a place to offer up the things we wish to surrender.

To hold a sacred space for ourselves and each other.

Celebrating the rites of passage walked by so many.

The balance of power is the scale of peace

Thomas Paine

Bringing it back to the realisation we are all in this together.

We are all accountable.

Stepping into the fire we have always had.

Our true spirit.

Wisdom is tolerance of cognitive dissonance

Robert Thurman

This month holds the potential for many downloads.

Born from the opportunity to speak our truth.

Karmic DNA reconfigurations.

Empowering the voice of creation within, heard and acted upon.

Something that occurred several days ago within my own throat and solar plexus.

First came the cutting and release of old wounds.

Finally speaking about what I am and am not capable of.

Developing healthier boundaries I found myself shunned.

Berated form the “pack”, a familiar sensation.

Tempted to withdraw, to surrender, I stood my ground.

Not for myself but my Ancestors.

This was not “HER-story”

No more would I allow it as part of my own narrative.

This tension of untruth within us will increase leading into 2021.

It is up to us, as individuals to witness ourselves and each other.

To hear, see, and define FACT:

· Facilitation– Does it change the game: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TiKLO3vDLZo

· Advocacy– Are you delivering your potential: https://www.facebook.com/middleagedmadwoman

· Community– Can you seek and speak freely: https://www.facebook.com/groups/200334081120129

· Transitional– Are you whole in who you are: https://kirstydignam.co.uk/services/

Grace is the voice that calls us to change and then gives us the power to pull it off.

Max Lucado

This full moon is one of two.

The second, blue, occurring on all Hallows Eve.

When the veil is the thinnest between worlds.

A time to celebrate our lineage before and to come.

The generational bloodline.

A chance to redesign systems that may have leaked or rotten the foundations.

With great appreciation and “relief” on so many levels I cannot help but smile at my now returning plumber.

A new throne in hand.

A statuesque man almost identical to my own Aries’ brother.

It is time to, as my nan would say, “shit or get off the pot”

I am ready.

I needed a new “bucket”- list

Or rather to empty the waste placed in my own by others.

The desire to over give

The resultant overwhelm

The subjective dis-ease as a result

Now, more than ever, I, we, must not add fuel to this unsustainable fire.

But, instead with great difficulty, watch, what once fuelled us all, burn out.

Before the truth can set you free you need to realise which false belief is holding you hostage

Anonymous

This is the flag to fly now.

it is this that requires healing and support.

For us all.

Freedom.

To create from a flow that works for everyone.

Not the “machine”.

Ayni the flow of plenty.

The more we share the more we have

Leonard Nimoy

Quality of life is such a fundamental phrase,

Different for so many

Yet always reliant on the notion of evolution.

Change.

As the demands on us individually and as a society increase so to do our needs.

No longer can we sit between the past and the vision for our future it is time to dedicate ourselves to the next stage.

Giving it all our energy

The only power that the critical voice has is the power you give it

Robert G Allen

Which means releasing or rewiring the old story.

A notion that is not lost on me as I await the electrician.

It appears the current: linked between the kitchen – heart of the home, where all to be digested is prepared and bedrooms- the place where all dreams are ignited, has ended.

Again an old way of running, its structure blown up.

The desires have indeed melted the very socket that held space!

The irony!

It took an alarm to finally set this off.

The switch now “stuck”.

Between on and off.

Fight or flight.

Dark and light.

Masculine and Feminine.

I hear the final message from Pachamama for the beginning of this month.

WAKE UP!

Naturally.

Not forcefully

Not Artificially

Not because something else demands it of you, be it a clock, a job, a partnership.

But when you believe yourself ready

Your time.

Right for you.

Intuitively.

Stop the internal war.

Start looking at your own alignment.

Are your dreams those of the Great Mother.

THE ONLY teacher anyone requires.

Life is a balance between what we can control and what we cannot. I am learning to live between effort and surrender.

Danielle Orner

Over this phase I am aware Mercury will soon be going retrograde.

Not from what I have read but inner communication.

Protein used to build amino acids within my own DNA delivered by Hermes.

My own womb operation cancelled.

The subsequent receiving of an increased level of healing and teaching.

The electrical situation related to the tumble dryer now leaving my laundry to be aired!

My mother defying medical odds.

Refusing to kick any metaphorical bucket.

Like Gaia has regained her throne as the head of our household, reminding me of the blood that runs through me.

I have, whilst waiting for the new toilet, in classic trickster Mercury fashion found this metaphorical bucket has become a physical “pot to piss in!”

Acknowledging once and for all, my comedic inheritance

My wealth.

All of ours.

True spirituality.

The ability to find the humour in life and ourselves.

Humility.

As above

Now returning to my original starting place.

Linking into the clearer statistics and numbers.

Full circle to the one.

The first.

The Magician.

This blog has applied all I know, the whole story.

Through all aspects and elements.

So below.

This is how we bridge the gap between where we are and would like to be by next year.

The year of the OX or as I have received in guidance a time of great hope.

Only with structure and choice from now until the solstice, along with much needed humour, can the light not only return but become a torch… or bucket… we can all run with.

In deepest munay.

x


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