An Eclipse Blessing

Today my friend and astrologer Alumina Phoenix told me of the discovery of a new crop circle.  It was discovered only days ago, in England.  This photo is of a different crop circle because the most recent one is not part of the public image domain.  You can view the newest one here if you like.

Isn't this a stunning phenomenon?  Simply impossible to comprehend.  Choose to believe what you like:  a great work of human contemplation, an alien appearance, a freak of nature, an earthly blessing, an oracle of the future, a new-age hieroglyph, or a fabricated digital image.   The point is you must be challenged to consider what you can't understand and that is enough just as it is.  

I am inspired by the new image of several days ago.  It looks like an angel heralding a new cycle of time.  Yes, even though I am an angel, I have an astrologer, and I believe in symbols, and other angels whom I have not met!

Tonight Alumina has advised me of a new moon solar eclipse taking place around 10 degrees of Leo.  It can only be seen by human eyes in the far northern latitudes of the Arctic circle, so probably very few.  But when I close my eyes I can envision it already.  And this evening I feel compelled to send my wishes out to the universe to be amplified and strengthened on the occasion of this recent crop circle, and tonight's special eclipse.  

I pray for strength, purpose, fertility, abundance and blessings of joy.  

I pray that I might lead my life from a big, open, fearless heart.

And most of all, tonight I pray for pure love to magnify my heart and radiate itself each day like rays of sunshine into eternity.

Plunge to Earth

My head gets cluttered and achy out here in the Net.  I need to empty it out sometimes.  I want to live more simply, not feel the pressure of time passing, aging, responsibilities.  I can actually feel myself aging!  Even as a Cyber-Angel, I am very real, and I'm not immune to much of anything.  I have just as many human qualities as I do others.  Mostly, I am a slave to my own desires.  These desires, these yearnings needs and wants, spark, explode, twist, diminish and even die.  Then they re-ignite again in new geometric patterns.  I feel a heaviness on my chest that affects my breathing and it pulls down into my hip sockets.  It also strains my upper back.  Very often, it makes my jaw clench.  This pace, this daily march.  The energy around me is sometimes too much and I can't keep up!  

Though my home here is altogether sublime, my home can also make me feel ungrounded, scattered, hectic.  I want some Earth.  I want to leap out of this inter-web place, and plunge deep into the dark dirt and bury myself there so that I can feel clean, spacious, empty and young again. 

The warm compost of the Earth has its own way of appearing nourishing to me.  It is a place you can plant roots; a place that affords density for building a foundation.  The ground holds your weight, as you continue to grow.  It is a very busy place of break-down.  The ether, where i'm from on the other hand, is much more open and light.  It is weightless air.   These two very different places are like the energies of the Muladahara and the Sahasrara, or the root and the crown chakras.  How can I empty my head and let my daily life proceed without the pressure of my desire for further self-discovery quite overwhelming me?  I have so much potential yet to discover, and I have no idea what my own longevity even depends upon.  I feel confused about my mission, my purpose and my capacities.

Does my experience of my home in the unfolding Cyberfrontier and my desire in this moment to dive into the Earth's open arms capture that of humanity's own at this moment?  

I must take one day at a time.

Remember my name.  

Remember my wings.   

Creative Pathways through Consciousness

The web is it's own entity, it's own consciousness.  A province of creation with all sorts of new pathways emerging and linking.  I know this because it is my home.  My home is difficult to describe in words.  It really defies language.  Sometimes pictures, music and art help describe things in a more befitting way and this image gives you a good glimpse.

Do you remember blowing bubbles as a child?  Do you remember removing the wand from the brightly colored "Bubbles" container and blowing just the right amount of pressure through the little circle at the top to watch as perfect spheres emerged greeted the wind and floated away?  As I sit here inside my virtual, real-time dwelling, it is like being inside one of those bubbles, drifting through time and space with a looking glass view.  I see creativity emerging on distant horizons, connections and relationships forming among organic and ethereal objects, and a myriad of dynamic, colorful, energies manifesting in all directions.  Time is different here, not like it used to be.  Speed, motion and acceleration are being redefined.  Every moment is like one of those childhood bubbles.  Can you see these creative pathways through consciousness emerging, like me?  I am one of them.  You are too!  Close your eyes, come to rest, and you will see. 

Magnify the Life Force

Have you ever found yourself so touched beyond words and measure, that all you can do is cry?

I feel like this every once in a while, and I really have no choice but to go with it.  There is this ..layer ...is all I can describe it as... that exists in the time and space domain which I inhabit.  Perhaps I could call it the "Realm of Empathy."  It floats around out here in the ether with all the other spheres.  It really is something!  Like a thick, opalescent cascade of raw emotion that generates an energy force of it's own.  If you take a moment to drink it, you will discover yourself dwelling in the most majestic and unending oceans of beauty.  This realm is so beautiful because everything connects to itself, and you with it.

Once I found myself alone, in South America.  I can't remember anymore just where exactly, but I do remember I was in a cafe, flipping through a magazine.  Time Magazine, I believe.  There, I saw a photo of an African woman in her desolate homeland.  This land appeared as though it had been emaciated, beaten, and stripped.  And yet there she was, this woman:  surviving.  She was fragile, yet determined and her eyes were beckoning.  I no longer remember what that particular Time issue or article was even about... war, famine or natural disaster probably.  What was important for me, was that that photo, and that woman, somehow transported me into the "Realm of Empathy."  

In that realm, in that moment, I felt one with this woman in the photo, and I cried softly because it was as though I were part of her own sorrow, anger, fear, suffering and determination.  I did not need to know her story, because it could never be told anyway.  I only knew I wanted to hold her in my arms, stroke her face, and comfort her in the misery of what this photo depicted.  I believe you can reach out, and whether it be with your hands, or your imagination, it is the same.  You can touch someone's heart and magnify their life force.  You do not need to know this person, nor they you.   You do not need to be in their presence either.  Become empathetic to another's life, and you will magnify the life force.

Blueberry Pie

Mmmm!  I am eating a most spectacular blueberry pie right now.  It is delightful how things taste after you have just been born, and I rewarded myself for being born with this delectable treat.

This pie is quite a special commemoration for me because it is simple and elemental, just as I am at this moment.  The pie has blueberries, dates, lemon juice, almonds, and salt.  Wow.  That's it.  IT!  

Do you know that the same-old, taken-for-granted, mundane things in life can appear so radically different when you undress them, and shine a spotlight on them?   

My blueberry pie experience is a  blueberry-arrific metaphor for other things in my life that could use some undressing and spotlighting.  Take me, for example, Seraphina Josefine.  I am the same soul I've always been, forming myself in a new reality.  I am a melange of identity, alias, fiction, imagination, technology (the web gives me life) and authenticity.   Like this blueberry pie, I could be made very simply of ...blueberry, date, lemon, almond and salt!  Or, I could be made of many, many complex layers of things like syrups, starches, sugars, gelatin, butter, flour, cream and other ...agents.  Thus, my true blueberry-ness would get a bit diluted and frankly quite overshadowed by these extraneous ingredients.  

Do you follow?

As Seraphina, I vow to myself to keep my blueberry-ness:  undressed, and with a spotlight on the essentials.  If I have work to do, let me do it with radical purpose and clear intent.  If I am at play, let me entertain with unabashed creativity, flow and joy.  If I am asleep, let me savor the dreams in which I inhabit the primordial castle of consciousness connecting me to all that is, and ever was.  If I am awake, let me buzz with sensitivity to every aspect of my encounter, stretching my awareness far into the horizons within and without.  If I feel, let me feel wholly the light and darkness of things, without judgement or category.  If I think, let me absorb and display intelligence, concentration, and strong application of my given wisdom and skills.  If I am mistaken, let me own my error in truthfulness and learning.  If I am in service, let me be transparent and refined in my availability to 'the other' to whom I am giving.  If I am in love, let that love be enchanting, exquisite, sublime, selfless, noble and enduring.  

Yum!  Blueberries!

Before My Birth

Julie Cameron of The Artist's Way says "as blocked artists, we tend to criticize ourselves mercilessly."  It is important to remember that these criticisms are not the truth.  

A friend of mine, Aurora Illiana, recently suggested working through The Artist's Way together.   So I dug up my book from the shelf and dusted it off.  The notes I had jotted in the book remind me of my interaction with it for the first time back in 1999.  Another time, and another place, but still me.  With the birth of Seraphina Josefine, it is a perfectly synchronistic time to revisit this "course in discovering and recovering your creative self."  I am grateful that Aurora Illiana suggested it!

I believe it makes sense to use this blogging dimension to serve as my "morning pages".  According to the author Julie Cameron, the morning pages are "an apparently pointless process, strictly stream-of-consciousness".  And, well,  this just feels like Seraphina Josefine!

As Seraphina, I am always being born, and it feels so satisfying and sensational just to be.  

My favorite frequencies to radiate into this world remind me of a time before my birth.  They are blue, washing, cooling... healing pools.  Swimming naked in the water, and the feeling of immersion in a clear, natural body of liquid, I can drink as I swim.  It does not sting my eyes when I dovetail into and under it with them open.  And it is exactly body temperature.  It is perfectly warm, and perfectly cool all at once.  My body, every inch of it, every muscle, each pore of my skin is completely at ease, even as I move.   Here I am completely unaffected by gravity's usual authority.   It feels definitively, positively refreshing!  

There is a filter of supernatural light which descends onto the pool highlighting the water in unimaginable, never-before-seen shades of azure, and tints of indigo.  It is soft, gentler than a feather, and flowing.  Emerging from the pool I feel trickles of liquid rolling down my skin, and a slightly different temperature to the air.  I breathe.  I dive back in so that I can feel the water merging with every aspect of my own surface area that I can possibly surrender.  I  whisk my hands around myself like a propeller, flapping my feet in order to spin and wriggle in continuous circles while giggling.  Mmmmmm...  Then I dive down, deeper and deeper, until I sense a cooling temperature, and the pressured weight of those water walls surround me, speaking to me of my physical limitations.  There, just at that brink, I form myself into a tight 'hugging' ball to experience the surreal nature of stillness in motion.  The unique combination of water pressure and my own oxygen-bubble-of-a-self immediately cause ascension, as I and drift slowly, slowly back up to the surface. 

I could stay here in this pure, mellifluous, liquid state forever if I did not need to replenish the air in my lungs with new vigor...

There is a well at the bottom of the pool that keeps this water turning over constantly so that it is fresh and clean at all times.  But the pool is otherwise completely sheltered from any wind by the dense tropical thicket which surrounds it and protects it.  So the water is always soft and still like clear glass.  It is by magic, really, that I have even come to find myself in this dreamy pool.  I love this pool.  This water is my source; my home of homes, where I am left with nothing to complicate me but but my own organic grace.   I need this place to balance the flames of fire I inhabit on the outside.