GMA’S MESSAGE FOR COLD MOON IN LEO:: OF THE WOLF MOON :: WITH MEDICINE MOON(S) HEALING JANUARY 2020

The sun has set into its darkest horizon beyond the far edge of the northwest Pacific ocean.  I no longer have a sense of the THERENESS, the over thereness.  That of the mainland of supernaturally beautiful British Columbia, Canada.  The snowclad mountains replete with bowls, those coastal mountain ranges bequeathing valleys to those who live and travel there are now hidden in this darkness.

Earlier I read THE STORY OF EVERYTHING by Neal Layton, complete with popups, with our five-year-old Tlell, granddaughter of the wilderness!

Here in this STORY OF EVERYTHING, Neal does not journey into the darkness, the NOTHINGNESS from which all arises. In such darkness, in this night cursed by millions, it may be perceived as a time-space for invasions, for abuse, for the fangs of starvation to eat deeper into rotting flesh.

For others, such as GMA and her granddaughter, the darkness has an illuminating quality that receives us completely.  For those so blessed, it has a velvety quality that renders us a rest a relaxation from more habituated ways of inhabiting the daylight.
Up here on North Vancouver Island, the stars piercingly break through this velvety bowl, and now the night sky,s dome contains the fulling of a January Cold Moon.

These are signatures for my Dancing Moon Dance memories, and my body still anchors the radiances of four years of recalibrations and realizations of elementals dancing within us, 180 women, robed in white cotton, trimmed in turquoise ribbons, flowers on our crowns!
And thus, for millions, the darkness is an Old Friend, welcoming us to such menomics, letting the beliefs, the thoughts, the words, the actions and experiences of the suns lit daytime dissolve.

Let this day go softly, Gratefully, let it go, Into the nightscape, That all beings may take rest and let life be.

In these transmutative moments, hours, the configurations of distressors dissolve, in these transfigurative moments, egoic defenses soften.

All that was writ upon the pages of our AKHASA,all fades into the GREAT NOTHINGNESSfrom whence all once emerged.

For all that we as living ancestors created, experienced, can now return to its SOURCE. WHEN WE PERCEIVE that we are SAFE!

What a relief, to return to this Great Nothingness for it is death indeed, complete with exhales that sink deep within the bodies relaxed not relapsed into some kind of stupor, drug or income induced.

To behold Darkness as our Old Friend into which enter to float, is a remembering of our original darkness, our original cosmic floating timespace wherein for a few sacred and holifying lifetimes, we journeyed within watery containments womblike and serenely trusting that we will at some point arrive.

So we surrender to TRUST that we are indeed held in all ways, and that we need DO nothing. Tonight, as humanity, let us invoke the darkness that holds us in such compassionate velvety ways. Let us share that Northern Hemispheric presence of intensified starlight with those whose traumatized eyes, hearts, minds and bodies cannot behold.

Tonight in the Southern Hemisphere whence you arise into the light of yet another day of life itself, may our prayers be to share the blessing of life to arise within knowing that each prayer surrounds millions of those who have forgotten that we are indeed prayed into another reality.

For THIRTEEN MOONS, since January 2020, the global biosphere has been invaded with humanity’s uncooked seeds, with unresolved issues arising from stories whose authors have not held selves accountable for our perceptions, our points of view. Residual karma has claimed its due in the forms of flesh of humans, four-leggeds, winged ones, insects, amphibians, great and small finned ones, trees, plants, fruits, vegetables, and infected all of our elementals.

It is a DEBIT UNION conjuring up more and more interest that fails to inspire our reunification, our remembering to why we are here on earth in the first place.
These interest rates are not interested in our seven generations of children nor our earthly queendom.  They are incurred by core beliefs of those still not receiving our prayers.  Those who at the core believe in consumptive capitalism rather than a gifting to the earth economy. The politicization of our climate rather than the weather between hearts. The commodification of HER natural resources rather than respect for HER.

At our innermost cervical ring, wumanity is awakening to the thirteen munay ki, to the tracking of our lunar cycles and abiding within our own wombs tides.  Our biologies epigenetic traumas of being ignored, disrespected, abused, exploited, are cramping their ways through ovulation through fallopian tubes to nest within endometrius’ juiciness, soon to descend and move through that RING to the freedom from those traumas.

Women are revealing and revelling in the freedom to breathe equally the primordial wisdom of ages of women so often burned at stakes alive, women who served as suffragettes, women of colours who stood for each other not in competition, knowing ONE WOMB, ONE MOON, ONE CYCLEand universal passages from stage and cycle to another!

We are accepting confessions, apologies, gratitude and new responses to our cycles and the MOON CALENDARS are indicators of a new and next for of coevolutionary leaps into another species; one of cooperativitas!

Billions of women quake in the darkness despite the full moons.  In all directions of our medicine wheels, we feel your pain. We know your unacknowledged suffering.  We hold and behold your journey as sacred and now, please accept our prayers! We are ONE WOMB and in darkness shall we each and all know the velvety release to rest.

We are now on the brink of the LEAPING into the NEW MOON, St Brigid’s time.  We as a collective are re-orchestrating our cells our systems that we can serve fully as INSTRUMENTS in an earth accorded harmony. We are becoming humane, empathic, compassionate and deeply mature, as the OLD VIEW of external authority, outer saviour, overpowering lord or lady, that signatured prescription, that bottle of pills, those inoculations, the one with multiple letters after their names, all of this is the OLD kaleidoscope, multiple views, aspects, shapes, forms moved by the few who know how and when and with whom to shift the wrist!

NOW, however, there are millions of us with NEW EARTH Kaleidoscopes! Millions of us are shifting the views and bringing pieces together in new permutations on a new groundedness.  It is the STORY OF EVERYTHING beginning to emerge complete with popups, from the earth’s messages via those of us who listen to HER.

The despair of the GRIEF WHEEL upon which millions have walked in Thirteen Moons has been deeply felt. And it is the heart’s desire, the earth hearts desire that we finally rest.  From this war, on viruses, between each other, from this war on disease to realize that is not the way of peaceful warriors, the way of artists of the new earth life.

Not the way of shifting from the perception of incurable diseases, to reversing signatures of diseases by living according to healthy ethical principles.  So for now, rest in this : there are reversings of signatures unfolding daily naturally.

These are miracles and yet the science of conscious cocreation knows these are repeatable. There coexist within the true wilderness of our authentic power, moments of greatness hours of truth days of oneness and that shifts  EVERYTHING.

**POW** can mean something totally different than a prisoner of war choose what you want three letters to mean and become a meaning giver! Proclaim it as so and it shall be!

Thirteen Moons reflecting humanity’s crusades, wars, militaristic might, the suffering of mllions of children now hungry, millions of women starving for birthrights, millions of men angry with authorities yet in grief and not yet claiming the truths universal that lead all of us to healing LOVE!

From our innermost GODPOINT, just for now, in stillness, in silence, into the darkness, my Old Friend,let us go hand in hand and ask: what have we realized about FEAR?

And when the beads of sweat appear on our collective foreheads as we experience the collective fires of our shame that has bound us for more than a millenium, let us take the beads of our wisdom our insights, pull them through the mala threads, and unequivocally voice our personal and collective mantras, resonating once more to a unified accord in harmony! For there beyond the veils of our delusion beyond the trails of tears and torture beyond the fear of dying and purposeless death live us. United as souls.

We are, Old Friends, in this Cold Moon night, so run barefoot on the snow-frosted earth, stand naked with children and grandchildren, watching the transformation of inner heat as breath turned into steam!

Embrace the darkness from whence we each have come several lifetimes from that same darkness and now rest, be at peace.

Though this night of the soul has been perceived as long though the light emergent seems as though a spark in time though the song of soul may disappear tomorrow IT is indeed wearth emerging like a great winged one for in this way, Old Friend, We move together in ONE STORY OF EVERYTHING!

For all of our relations deep delight and deeper prayer may all be at peace.