
I’ve been drawn deeper and further into a regular meditative practice and a connection with Gaia consciousness. This picture of a 2005 UK crop circle. a "Scarab" was a natural to accompany this train of thought.
The October (Self Exisiting Moon) full moon was substantial and in our faces. Insomnia topped the list of my responses to it’s energy. At moon rise for three nights in a row I found myself drawn to sit in the hot tub, electricity turned off, to moon bathe and meditate.
One side of the horizon was covered with that moon and the other was littered with stars glittering and dancing, this surrounded by the communing of two hundred and more year old fir trees with my physical body immersed in a silent womb of warm water and, when I closed my eyes, I was immediately deep in the heart of an altered state. I dove into the tunnel of golden light that runs through my chakras into Turtle Mothers Heart to be anchored and grounded. I heard and felt Her need for me. She yearns for us to step into Oneness with Her, to see ourselves through Her, Her cycles and the myriad of life forms She supports.
I can hear and feel the Mother’s need for our love, for us to picture Her healthy and whole instead of ailing and decrepit. If there is any Being of Light who has suffered from abandonment issues it is our Great Mother Earth. She has nurtured and sustained us with that sense of compassion we feel for those who are going through hard times. It has cost Her much and it has to stop. In my world, in my minds eye, I hold a pristine image of the Mother as if in a nurturing womb formed of my cupped lightbody hands. As She rotates, within Her atmosphere I admire Her beauty, and breathe eternal gratitude and heart felt love. The Mother glories, and love symphonies are energetically written between She and me. We moon over each other like lovers. Turtle Mother returns to Her place in my lightbody heart to be rejuvenated in a glow of eternal love.
Thank you for joining in this visualization/prayer…Mother thanks you.
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