It is not visionary , or fake , when I sense
the essence of light , but a gift 💝 that has
been a guided when I’m in my 0 point .
I have labored long and hard to know and
do better , and it’s time.
I surrendered to this 16 years ago, given my
life thus far , how I could impact the folks
who need to hear my message the most.
I’ve been all over the place in my studies ,
and it comes together beautifully like an
heirloom quilt .
The fruition of my child 🧒 hood dreams .
Dad looked like Elvis , was uber not fun when
tired , which I assured you was worn out tired .
Cindy , next door her Mom , Rose 🌹and Grand
Mother , brother Barry , and Woody , a Father
like none other, a survivor of cancer , who
lost his voice , ate through a tube , and smoked
his Camels to the end . He did not die of cancer .
This family aided in my upbringing with grace
and inclusion I did not feel at home.
Proper English ladies guided me , there was much
light around me . It helped , but there was always
the unspoken , the puffs of breath as if exasperated
from Mom who was feeling alone and servitude
would be her life.
As I pondered this Full Moon in Libra , of which
I am aware will bring gifts and openings long
time coming , I leap forward to May, and Taurus
full Moon, My Moon . Younger brother by 14
months , and could nurture and turn it off like
a faucet …each thus unstable for my Peace
and foundational energy , as theirs was not
stable , and communication with held , seemed
weaponized. I was not sure of how to self care
but found stability within others homes , just
as there was drama, but overtly it was the highly
bonded family , the Mom heard her child.
Working Mom’s as well, the whole family
unit engaged, and aware of each other, in
a unison lacking in my home. I never considered
living with Granny Zola, or Granny Cora &
Grandaddy Grayson , I stayed within my family
unit until 18 ..
My dreams were of communication, of caring
of laughter , beauty with gardens , space to run
or walk , all one needed in a harmony of
peace , that silence welcomed and understood
as holy , and sacred for individual growth .
Creative space as well, not out there somewhere
but honored in the home place . There are shows
that honor this sweet , simple, spiritual home
which is my personal Moon Mother Taurus .
As I listened to HZ music , impressed to learn
it raises one’s vibration positively @900HZ
which occurs to me , might be RX for mood ,
I glanced up at my dreamcatcher which is
3 Wolves , in stained glass .
That took my mind to my Native American
Astrology which is beautifully drawn in chalk
and shows 12 grandmothers , grandfathers
which Azure said was a lot at the time.
I began to weep , as my mind wrapped around
her words , and my awareness, as a Pisces
who represents all 12 signs, with a grandparent
to “hold” me in each !
As my awareness expands to receive these gifts
I am comforted, beyond measure , as I surrendered
to the power of love that is the universal heart
beat , that in my awakening , I am born again
and I laid the blue print that is the 10 of Cups
and it’s unfolding as Empress & Empress
who have come together in a higher love
that is Divinity itself , with our reality , our
center , our core in harmony , in sacred
union of souls . Nothing before it that was not
a stepping stone towards each other , poof
Nothing between us , to block our paths as
intergraded, multifaceted people in union
as friends, lovers, partners . Debates but not
arguing . Authentic , and Deep , Funny , Safe
and Trusting , Erotic and Mysterious .
And with all that I became aware of craziness
that comes up to be transmuted, transformed .
And we each would do so, without inflicting
So I surrendered , long , long ago, to a stable
harmonic foundation , within which to create
unrestricted , unbound , but rhyming with
my flow , which can be altered at any given
moment , if need be.
I have made every effort to giving myself
this , since I found myself alone in each and every
way in 2003 , a repetitive theme that will
finally be resolved ..
Surrender was extremely arduous, for those
around me had no idea, of what was needed.
I am forgiving in the not knowing , it is
the knowing and withholding that no longer
serves me , and I have surrendered to releasing
that I may fill my cup with what my child
planted seeds for coming up long ago.
Surrendered to not having to know pain
addiction or humility, to know love ,
on my knees, along side , not below my
Emerald Emptor, who stands on his own
as I knew him at first site , without knowing .
I have surrendered to our union on high .
Blessings & Peace ,