I’m writing today as a kind of “energy report” but I’m not sure these are even the proper words. More accurately, I’m writing to share some deep observations of what seems to be happening for those of us who are here to be and share Love in the world.
This may not be universal, but I know for myself and those with whom I am in close contact, we have been sequestered. This is not surprising considering we are in the middle of an eclipse portal between the lunar eclipse on March 25th and the upcoming full solar eclipse on April 8th. This is a big deal eclipse for the US as it makes a wide swath across the nation and will be visible across much of it.
This sequestering feels deep, quiet, and still. For myself, I haven’t had much to do but be. Actually, it’s been glorious. I’ve been living my favorite kind of life – private, silent, gentle, with lots of time for reading, creating, learning, praying, and just being. We even got socked in last night by a HUGE snowstorm that effectively closed most of Wisconsin. Hey, I will never be disappointed with a snowday where I get to stay home, do nothing, and be cozy.
But there’s much more to this sequestering than snowdays. While we are being sequestered, set apart, told to stay home and stay put, while we’re perhaps being deprived of anything related to doing or making things happen, the world out there is about to LOSE ITS SHIT!
The two biggies that draw my attention: The war in Gaza. The US Presidential election.
I’m not going into details because if you’ve been paying attention, you know.
It feels like the universe is holding its breath and we are holding ours with it as it all seems like a powder keg is about to go off. And go off it will. These conflicts need to come to a head, and they will. Two metaphorical representations of that which has never served and which desperately needs to come to an end.
So we wait. We watch. We take note. We pay attention. BUT WE CANNOT be emotionally involved. We must stand back as objective witnesses to paradigms in their death throes, because WHEN THE SHIT HITS THE FAN, we have to be here, ready and able to step forward in whatever way we are called.
Until then, we wait, sequestered, holding our breaths, and waiting for the moment we can exhale. It’s back to work for me tomorrow, but today I think I’ll be spending the majority of the day in prayer.
I’m interested in hearing how you are experiencing this sequestering. Please share in the comment section below!
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I have been sequestered since the fall of 2019. On my part there is and has been great resistance. So, I am ‘forced.’ This gift of love has me in tears more times than not. The storm you speak of slammed Northern Michigan last night. Three times…the wind, so strong, blew open double deadlocked doors. Three times I struggled to keep the outside out.
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I am planning out what will eventually be my way of life. I’ve discussed purchasing property where a monastic community can be built. For me, I prefer Zone 7a to 7b. It’s the longest growing season with the mildest winters. I have been busy envisioning a parcel of land near Salem, OR with a farm in place, and enough room to build multiple houses. I’ve even considered land that can be built on and the farm created from scratch. As things continue to fall apart, I am focusing on the best future I can – creating a sage space for myself and others. I’ve even come up with a name: Muddy Vagabond Farms.
I’m also listening to more sacred music lately, or at least music which has meaning for me as a Magdalene. I’ve been listening to John Lennon’s “Isolation” and “Heroes” by David Bowie. “Gimme Some Truth” by John Lennon is another good one. I also have had some really intense dreams where my purpose is being revealed to me. It will mean a more public, and yet, more isolating, life…but it will be a life I WANT to live.
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