the lunar eclipse of 11/8, friends were about and i had set up a crystal grid for meditating....we all drew a faery. the dark lady looked up at me from the circle and i have to say i was a bit mesmerized by her presence. for maybe five minutes or so we looked at each other. no words. (she's a wordless kind of lady in my experience) and when she appears and then is gone i'm left with this non-verbal message that i can't relate immediately. from previous experiences i anticipated her energy would express at some point in some way and it would be valuable.
dark moon phased back into light and the faeries left for their own party outside. the gold threads of their bag left open.
it wasn't until 12/1 when i began writing the astro-newsletter for my groups that her message moved through - this time - my fingers.
there i was typing all the things i wanted to say...noting transits, times, and various potential manifestations of energies...and next thing i knew, i wasn't composing. my fingers were keying as if they had a life of their own. when they finished and as i read what they had to say, i knew the dark lady's message had found expression.
she was talking about the conjunction of vesta and pluto - but it wasn't the astrology of the conjunction nor the astronomy of the transit, rather she was telling us about a journey into darkness that purifies intention into truth. not an easy journey, she promised that persephone would be there to offer a pomegranite and we would indeed return. then the real task was at hand. no more persephone. the seasons would change. winter. and with it a new paradigm that demanded no less than this truth in each life.
i read her and wondered if she really wanted me to hit [send] and tell all these people (possibly frighten some of them) about the journey? before i could answer myself my finger moved and the screen had changed. the words were traveling to mailboxes.
i experience her as telepathic. sometimes it's awkward to deliver her messages because people usually don't relate (including myself) in real time. because of the hidden aspect of her nature, we think......what?
and some ask....."how do you know?"....."based on exactly what?"...."who told you that"?
in short, she puts me on the spot
i mean, do i say what she tells me and at what cost?
she tells me there is no cost. that truth is truth and needs no justification. i know she's right, but i've also known myself to keep her to myself for fear of not being able to substantiate her claims.
seems this time she found a way around me!
daisie