A Supermoon Samhain
I hope this finds you, dear reader, feeling lifted and blessed by the Samhain cross-quarter as she wanes. What twists and turns draw you forth and forward?
In yesterday’s transmission, I described the Samhain opening as a fresh waveform carrying ancient wisdom, subducting beneath what is left of the old world, about to bleed through it from beneath. The energetics of this are awe-inspiring. It put me in mind of a doc I watched about Taimyr, in Siberia. Geologists were digging, less than a meter beneath snow and ice, to find smouldering trees. A buried forest on fire from beneath. Each deep cut unleashed more smoke. Gaia’s volcanic web has fully awakened. She is changing her clothes! What a wonder to behold.
Any web, including that of the flower of life, has limits. When the limits become limitations, there is dissolution to be done. Any ideas we might have held about how reality is structured are up for discernment. What if everything we have learned and internalized about universal structures is inaccurate? Wouldn’t that make a relieving kind of sense?
A deep dive into integration shows that, as we integrate, Source kindly and busily whisks away fragments of what will not thrive in new reality. The filaments of light that have built our world shift, change, and coalesce into new and brilliant structures. These new/ancient forms retain their pristine clarity and their fluidity. How does plasmatic crystal thrive? We shall see.
How might we assist this morphing? Relax into Divine Flow and let it carry us. How is that practical? How is it not? What is more sustaining than collaboration with Source Essence? Fluidity is a practice, like anything else. Allowing the Samhian subduction to thunder deeply, carrying us with it, takes courage. Some traditions might call it an act of power. This power is that of surrender into the truth of being.
When the mind tells us, “I’m drowning” or “I will be crushed and buried alive,” that is the voice of an egoic program whose survival depends on old structures. Good information. Not truth. It helps to ease the mind when it insists on doing an old job to let it know that it has value. Amplifying the impulses, the voice of Source is a big job, and someone has to do it. Nothing we are has ever been or ever will be, deleted. If that fact engenders remorse, remember that we are not our patterns and programs. They represent egoic window-dressing. That is all.
The Samhain cross-quarter is a blessing beyond words. A traditional seam between seasons, this opening has been a seam between worlds, carrying our essence out of one and into what might be possible. It is a blessed new beginning.
May you have a blessed Celtic New Year, and may the re-lighting of your inner fires blaze.
Blessed Be.
