A morning meditation to center before beginning the day, especially if out and abouting....

 I begin.....inhaling through my nose, and then sniffing in, just that bit of extra oxygen. Then a slow easy drawn out exhaling. Thrice I do this, to bring my awareness into embodiment. 

Feeling my feet on the floor / ground, where my body's weight touches the chair/upon what I'm seated. I connect to the red of my 'sacral' chakra, between bum n yoni, in the soles of my feet. I see roots growing down, roughly two metres below Mama Gaia's surface. They entwine with the 'Earth star' chakra there, a pentacle. I pause and strengthen this connection, then remember and see the umbilical that goes from the Earth star chakra, down through the sediment, sand, bedrock to the very core of Parent Planet. I sit still, awaiting any messages to be received. A word, a sentence.....she seems none too lengthy, but clear. I visualise, the many souls, each connected to her center....remembered or no. I feel miniscule like a grain of sand by ocean side, yet my feelings are big.

I rise back through the soil, to the sacral chakra, red in colour, rotating anticlockwise here in the Southern hemisphere. 

I give thanks, to the Spirits of Land, Waters and Air for allowing me to be here, this beautifull place. Count my blessings. Then ask, that any Spiritual debris, static or negative projections be transmuted and transmogrified. Fall harmlessly through my feet as compost. I request my Spirit Kin, Guides and Allies to assist any attached entities, wayward Spirits, lost souls to move on into Source door, as I visualise an open door of light. Often shadowy figures go, 'head for the light, it will take you where you need to be, think of your happiest memory and walk in. If you have work yet to do here on Earth, you can now go do it, you do not belong with me.' 

At times, though I'm not generally an Angel folk, Archangel's Michael and Raphael come, or simply a sword and a cauldron, whom I thank, to assist with cutting energetic cords of attachment. A clean slate, each day not a severance, a cleaning.

I return my awareness to my sacral chakra's, in hand palms also. See the red, the spinning, check its direction is clear. Then move through the rainbow chakra points in my body. Orange in the belly, Yellow 'solar plexis', the heart green. Oft I pause at the heart, tapping around the thymus, calling back lights I may have hidden, or left behind, tucked away, it glows and grows. Expands, renewed. Like a heart soul retrieval.

Turquoise at my throat, Lapis lazuli blue at my third eye and then purple upon the crown of my head. All turning anticlockwise. From here, light shoots up, tendrils to about two metres above. The 'Soul star' chakra pentacle. The remembering of whence sit the campfires of the ancestors, as my consciousness rises up into the stars, for me The Pleiades. I pause again, listen for messages. 

A tall column is thus formed of light, running from the stars, to the center of the Earth. We walk betwixt. Souls embodied in the now.

Light flows from the stars, down through the soul star chakra, and moves down filling my head, shoulders, arms, fingers running down like liquid inside my skin. The first layer of protection. Then outside on the skins surface, tiny stars, 'glimmers' create the second layer of protection. Then a Hematite egg, that runs from the soul star chakra to the earth star chakra around my body. Finally an egg of Echidna quills, laying down for now, but able to stand if needed.

I place my hands in prayer position on my crown, third eye and heart 'Blessings and good vibes'. I thank my Spirit Kin, Guardians, Guides, Healed Ancestors, friendly Angels and Fae for walking beside me.... 

 

Be-aware n gratitude.....aka award winning fuckwit....

Sleeping it our cosy beds at night, sitting upon our chairs or sofa’s in relative comfort…..do we realise that’s what it is? Does gratitude for the cup in our hand, with it’s steaming warm beverage exude through our pores? The medications that keep us in states of well being….physically, mentally and emotionally. Our whole bodily systems, indeed functioning as the web does second to second without conscious thought. Are we acknowledging of them as blessings?

Let alone the beauty of the nature and sentience of our capacity to place bare feet on the Earth, or see sky unpolluted or dim of pollution’s haze, overwhelming light coming only from the moon?

Our relative warmth as humans that encourages a stranger, or beloved to share kindness and general attitudes of supportive assistance when we are lost, vulnerable, or wounded? What if you were born, or life created you an award winning fuck wit…..hostile, angry, bitter, aggressive. Few would respond with anything other than disdain, and we may be only a few steps away from Maslow’s triangle’s unravellings....

He placed ‘home’ at the base of this. Homelessness, without choice, without a sense of belonging…..is only a few arcs of circumstance away from us all, including we who dwell in places of relative privilege. Out of war zones, or are we? Even if our screens keep it seemingly and conveniently at bay, or distant?

Yet I do not aim to plant seed’s of fear, there’s enough of that going round, but GRATITUDE. Great attitude….there’s a word game pondering….ha!

I’m not lecturing to anyone, if not myselves, as I type this in the dark alone. After the passing into spirit of my beloved feline familiar, who has been my companion for 25 years. Mayhap more. My relationship to time is a bit iffy but to her strong. Even now echoing in her face beside me, that purrs and says determinedly, ‘thank you for taking care of me (she was gently assisted in passing peacefully in my arms, to classical piano and whispered loving words, well loudly spoken...she was a bit deaf by the end), please do the same for yourselves’ In this time of grief. Grief and greed distort. Wounding, grief and greed…..beware….be-aware.

I have just woken from a nightmare, where gratitude didn’t exist in me, and I was in the base of Maslow’s triangle homeless and without possessions. Not even a frock, a decent jumper, let alone a phone. Apart from a certain degree of creativity, from which I could divulge sketches to sell.

As I gazed, thinking of the upcoming winter at a caravan sales lot. Beyond my means, let alone paying for the un PBS (Pharmaceutical Benefits Scheme) subsidised medications that could keep my sanity (‘scuse using the ‘s’ word) intact. I have no scripts, no ID to prove. There was no computer ledger or record of me….

How long will it be? I wonder from my fallen state, before I am crazed and fragmented, eaten alive by my own biochemistry sabotaging my perceptive states? Frightening events to have looming on the horizon, as many on the planet do? Mama Gaia, where did your child go astray? Award winning fuckwit? Humung bean?

Am I in the USA, Gaza, Sydney this nightmare didn’t specify, does life?

Do I even have drinking water, base line medical treatment, let alone access to herbology (although some 70 % of the worlds health care is provided by women in the home utilising plants I heard The World Health Organisation quoted, largely due to need and tradition) a meal, a blanket, some form of distraction like a book, writing gear? Do you? Could flood or fire take it away in a breath, I’ve tasted n seen some of the ravages after the fact and that’s a frightening experience. Does our complacency in our comfort replace our vision and senses acknowledgement. What of a safe space? The stars, campfires of the ancestors blink down upon us all, wherever and whatever our circumstances. Crying for our children, our Elders, ourselves, our land and the sentient beings we share her with, who suffer. We have enough for all. So how is it not shared? Back to wounding, greed and grief….

I’m not really into holding hands in a circle and singing of pieces of peace, and I don't injoy politics. I am an award winning fuckwit remember, and not real grand at group dynamics, but could perhaps be convinced by that determined organ that pumps circulating life blood through my veins 24/7. Which in the chakra system is green like the plants and centred betwixt our breasts…….