It's a sign....literally.....slow down folks....

 

Hearing Voices and a couple of songs on the vibe...

 So, whilst few people find their way to this corner of the ethernet, this is still a big post for me. I am a wombyn who Hears Voices that many others don't. I won't say no others, because I don't know what your experiences are, or want to speak for them. That said in my experiences, I can hear (and I'm not talking about 'thoughts') whole conversations that haven't happened and are alike 'auditory hallucinations' (which could however, be energetically accurate), I also hear spirits, entities, and what I believe are echoes from the land. A fair bit, they ain't real happy. Along with more peacefull guidance from my Spirit Kin or 'Guides' which is highly intuitive n sensitised...just is, nothing fancy.

You can begin to imagine how challenging this can make navigating basic daily existence, or tasks, at times, like shopping, catching a bus, conversing, groups blah blah. It can also make reading / interpreting relationships and interactions a gas. I'd like to say that I'm not writing this for sympathy, but I reckon it's a fair call to get shamozzled with this at times. Now that's out of the way, I'll talk directly to those who share such ways, or those that love them...

Find your personal toolbox is the bit of advice I'd share, its critical to thrival over survival, for most humung beans generally, and no exception here. The medical model of what I experience is not fulfilling for me, so I shan't be going there, as I'm working my ass off to redefine in my own terms. A long and drawn out process it seems. I feel this is key to invoking our empowerment and strengths   based living...although a formal diagnosis does lead to access for some kinds of support, I acknowledge and am gratefull for this paradoxical aspect. The Hearing Voices movement, a grass roots wave of healing n mending is my inspo. Well worth a google.

My current main tool when not engaging with Nature (Mother of all tools) is music. Simple but potent. It can block where needed, or express rather than suppress as well. I use noise cancelling headphones, and Spotify tells me I listen to 87% more music than most subscribers, curious eh? Not really. I move to music often, partial to a kitchen boogie or daggy dancing, tainted with tai chi moves. Finding that this can also be grounding. 

I guess I wanted to write this because there's still so much stigma and basically bs out there about voice hearing. Every person who shares, lightens this loading. I'm not a danger to anyone, I do get the shits like everyone and yell n scream because of it sometimes, I'm heart kind and pretty loving, and contribute to community where and how possible, I hope. I have been detained under scheduling laws 'duty of care', and it's a highly disempowering and unpleasant thing. So avoid it with gained insights, at all costs, is my recommendation. It can, and does, take years to undo such throwing about of DSMV type wordology and potent medicating cocktails.

As you can see from other posts here, creativity is my cornerstone, herbology n gardening follow. These threads have been an identity to turn to beyond labels, which I believe belong only on jars. There's so much I could share, stories, laughs, tears, distress, but really I just wanted to name it on this Scorpio full moon eclipse, with acceptance. I am still here, after over 30 years of this and defining what I hear my way. Creating an alchemy of crafting n arting through it all...few belly laughs along the path...

Here's a few songs to hear n ponder, they may evoke some of the vibes which can be felt....

 

 

 

 

 

Beautyways....

Map commissioned by the folk from the artists co-op The Iluka Emporium, for their Mermade Festyval, running this September, marking the 100 year anniversary of the Soldiers Memorial Hall. It'll be photographed, then have makings and happenings added. If you're living in the area and have an offering  or your kids want to craft a merbeing of some description, squishmallows n pirates included, contact the Emporium mayhaps?

Petals and thorns...

 

This one has been a long time birthing in design coming through, and is my next tattoo to be....

The heart chakra softness of Rose, with the kickass protective nature of her spines. Petals n thorns.... 

'Petal' some called out in high school, life gifted me a few thorns, it seems. It's an energy I needs be aware of moving through and out...we all need boundaries, and sensing their appropriateness is a skill...

The dance between engaging and retreat and knowing / feeling into when to do which, with whom. Timings and flow.....synchronicity and absence of forcing or pushing....

Misperception, or strong intuition? This is a core skill...to build trust in our journey, the way....

But I ramble, like this Rose.....

Interestingly this design is a blend of both wild and cultivated Rose flowers.... 

Wild Rose Medicine Tatu Design...

 

Breathing With The Green...

  

As each soul enters incarnation,

Lungs open with an exclamation of being!

 

The connection to the green world begins.

Carbon dioxide breathed out, Oxygen inhaled….

A returning, that awaits…

 

In times passing, we gather and forage life.

Memories, learnings…

Belly laughs n exquisiteness,

The wounding comes, parallel.

 

Some never heals, forms scar tissue.

Gum tree, fire or lightning struck, growth tips present.

Alive, stretching light wards

I nod….

 

Embracing the fallen with honour,

Release the echoes of their presences…

Passed and past…

To feathered thermal rider type freedoms.

 

It seems some are gifted this acknowledgement?

Without denying any entitlement,

May the restless spirits be eased,

The too young to be gone, loved up in the ether. 

 

Wars of mind, body and spirit…

That took you, like a thief…

We that remain,

Breathe with the green….

A Balm for Shame: Remembrance

 

Can you feel the dirt on you?

Except, beneath your feet….

Words that stick and wound?

Except, from love, life fully expressed and explored…..

 

There’s no fault here…

Except, deep feeling and engaging….

Absence of presence, connection denied or distorted….

We are all within the flow truly, a remembrance….

 

Body used as a weapon against soul without permission?

Reclaim and empower….

Go with a gentle and kind touch where possible….

Or rage and cry, as needed…. safely.

 

Body used as a weapon against soul with permission?

Reclaim and empower…

Go with a gentle and kind touch where possible…

Or rage and cry, as needed….. safely.

 

Hurt, translator of heart…

It’s strength and capacity….to walk on.

Injoyment, translator of heart…

It’s strength and capacity…..to feel on.

 

Your reserves are beautifull, wild and untamed.

Name and reclaim them….

Shame doesn’t own you,

Invoker of an aspect, who lies with your wounds….

 

Offers them reflected like a gash….a 3^rd degree burn…

 

Allow the mending in…..

In remembrance of the child….

In remembrance of the elder…

Those within….

Those without…

 

Your shame is a messenger….

Name it, write it out in exquisite calligraphy, or song….

In whatever form, send it off upon a body of water with a blessing.

Farewell its companionship…..

 

Live on….embrace….