Saviour-Martyr Might Finally be Transforming, Once and for All.

We are all familiar with the various martyr archetypes that prevailed in the last cycle here on Earth. Some are infamous for having been crucified and used to start religions, others have been burned at various stakes and for various stakes. And, the human collective has been conditioned by these events and others, to worship what is wounded. Trauma happened! Let us never forget! Has anyone noticed that this type of holding on has never prevented these traumas from happening again? Incarnation loops tend to run until their lesson has been learned. Clinging to what is wounded, for any reason other than love and healing serves no purpose whatsoever. This brings me to my point, though I choose to digress for a few moments.

I am recalling a trip to Rouen, in France, when a friend asked if I wanted to visit the museum dedicated to Jeanne, the locally infamous martyr. The cathedral was quite close by, the museum only steps down the lovely cobbled lane. Hard pass on my part. I had just spent a few years working through various archetypal form of martyrdom and was not interested in perusing a monument to that state of being {which Rouen continues to be}.

And yet, as we sat in one of my favorite tea houses in the known world, I had the experience of a suffocating cloud-like download of trauma and what can only be described as existential “ick.” I gasped, shook, and fell short of breath for a few minutes, as my companions tried to feed me water and chocolat chaud, attempting to shield me from other patrons. Appreciation for the respect. Why is having a psychic experience, especially a download, less valid than what the collective experiences in their alleged ‘real’ world?

At any rate, I was guided, after the fact and having ingested glorious tea, clafoutis aux cerises, and likely illegal amounts of chocolate chaud, to the area in front of the famous cathedral. What is called the square is paved with a circle of cobbles, within which a whirlpool of murky energy swirled strongly. Counter-clockwise. I made note of the direction, as I saw that the right-hand swirl held clear, pristine flows of energy and that the left was full of the ‘ick.’ As the currents met and unified, a few dimensions away, the energies were cleansed. The Great Mother does such amazing work!

I attempted to describe what I was seeing, and one of my companions laughed and said, “Hey, we could bring people here on retreats, park them at the circle for an hour or so to meditate, and go have tea and get some cheese.” My favorite fromagerie also happens to live nearby. Source indicated that, although potentially unkind, the retreat effort, if repeated, might help to alleviate some of the martyrdom energy on the planet. The museum is a shrine to martyrdom, and the entire city vibrates with it. That got me wondering.I wasn’t sure I could subject a group to that process. The Great Mother shrugged and smiled.

The other day, I was discussing ‘the Lover’ archetype with someone, and the last puzzle piece fell into place. What I had been working on as Saviour-Martyr was a variation on the Lover. Not the coupling kind, but the archetypal underpinnings that most Starstreams carry. We sacrifice ourselves for love. Over and over and in weirdly complicated ways.

This might seem obvious, as part of the ‘wanting to help’ threads, but does it need to be? Where does self-love and recognition come into this archetype? With and from sacrifice. We all know the conditioning about “no greater love” than to give one’s life for someone else. And, for most of us, we have seen the lie. But have our bodies relinquished what was bred into their structures? I found that mycelium-like threads still existed in mine. I entered a session for a friend with what felt like an ancient pattern running. I wanted to help. Breathing through the spiritual-ego-co-opting response, I took a look at it, while seeing it mirrored by my friend. Her egoic program argued for her circumstances, even as Source attempted to communicate that there are other possibilities. I wondered how many others had misunderstood over the decades. And my body wept for them. I heard an inner voice that has been silent for some time. “Why won’t they let themselves see?” I know that voice. Nope. Nope. Nope. Light was doing its best work. I hope my friend feels better. Any outcome is up to Source. What was going on with me?

Ah-ha! That little voice is the Lover-Saviour-Martyr. Tricksey. The sacrificial aspect had been processed, but the underlying love had not. Must the way we love transform? Absolutely.

All successful lies are always based on a kernel of truth. “How long have you been hiding in there?” I asked the voice, as kindly as I could. “Oh, I came in with you!” it bragged. “I was born for this.” Born to be sacrificed. Brilliant. {not}

“Aren’t you weary? Ready to transform?” I asked the code fragment. In true programmed fashion, it said, “Huh?” No comprehension. This is what is often mirrored in others. Non-comprehension when Source delivers a truth that, perhaps, that being is not ready to integrate. I suppose there is no ‘ perhaps’ about it. This is the source of the tear in the eye of the Buddha. Compassion and dispassion have not become one in those reflections. Discernment is impaired, and it is a faulty definition of love that has done the deed. Like the energy streams in Rouen, these currents need to merge, dissipate the loads they carry, and transform. The Saturn/Neptune conjunction helps to lead the way. As yet, we know not into what. What an adventure!

We all must relinquish the energetic pathologies of ‘taking on,’ and ‘carrying’ for wholeness to truly take root. My body may finally be fully ready. Willingness has never been an issue. Able is a given for each of us. To quote Hamlet, “…the readiness is all…”

My body had not allowed this to transform, as my unconscious mind was clinging to a dead log in a swiftly flowing river. What is divine love, and how might we become its ladles as we might have imagined? Fractals of its current perhaps? It seems we are after finding out.

So, how has your week been? ROFL

Infinite love,