Deva Reading

Almost Equinox

I seem to be juggling in too many dimensions! There are too many things on my 'To Do' list that require finishing as well as the ever present house work that always gets shelved -- later, manana. The sun is warm, the skies blue for the first time in ages so I abandon everything for a few moments to warm my bones as I drink a welcome cuppa. My cat contentedly warms his fur and all is well in our world.

I'm thinking of the ritual I'll be celebrating with friends this evening. At this time of Equinox and Harvest - what is abundant in my life? It's ----- spiders!! My small garden is rich in spiders and their intricate, delicate webs. Webs patiently spun, patiently maintained and seemingly insistently placed where I have to walk through them. At least my spider with the missing leg has learnt and has re-spun her web to form an arch that I can walk through. I just have to remember to duck.

Cygnus Review arrived yesterday full of inspiring books and writings. One of the articles was about the signs and signals in our lives. Does the Universe communicate with us through signs as Denise Linn says in her book 'Signposts'? Do we each have certain symbols that act as markers for the right path to choose?

I moved home almost a year ago. For some time I'd mulled over the possibility of moving but put away the thought as too scary. Then, one morning, rushing for a bus, my eye was caught by a HUGE poster proclaiming "It's time to move". It was actually about mortgages and a prominent building society but the message was clear to me.

So, what does Spider signify? Appropriately, at this time of equal light and dark, she is about balance and harmony. A symbol of the weaving of time and space. She is patient, knowing there is a right time for everything -- but she also warns us not to get caught up! Spider is patient and trusting, she spins her web and then simply waits for her food to arrive. She reminds us not to push the river, to waste our energies; things come to us at the right time. For all things there is a season. 

Full moon and Lehmann's bank

Last night I sat with one eye on the glorious full moon shining above the trees at the bottom of the garden and the other eye on the TV screen and the news about the collapse of a major world bank. My lovely partner, who's very good with money energy, wanted to discuss moving savings around, putting it somewhere safe. I don't like talking about money; it scares me, but not as much as it used to. I wanted to go outside and stare at the moon's fat white face. In the end I did neither, but watched a programme on cooking with autumnal food. Food energy I'm good with. I guess we all ground in different ways.
This morning sitting in meditation my lower chakra were all wobbly, not happy. Was this me or my energies reacting to what's happening on the surface of the earth, with money, security, safety in question? But when I got to the crown, there they were, the guys upstairs, shining away reassuringly and even brighter than usual.
A lot of the awakening / ascension process teachings and chanellings seem to be saying we must focus on the light, let the old ways fall away, that they no longer serve but it seems to me that we have to keep an eye on both. It's as important, i think, to look at and acknowkedge our fears and take care of them and then look to the light, however we do that.
Me? Today I'm going to buy some National Savings bonds and remember that the conkers, little brown jewels on the path as I walked in the park, will always be there, each September, regardless of the state of the economy. And I'll make a mushroom lasagne.

Journal jottings

In one of Paulo Coelho's books (was it The Alchemist?) the hero sets forth on his quest and journeys long only to return home and find that what he sought had been there all the time. The Portal of Transcendence is within our own hearts. The heart is the doorway into all that is -- we were always 'Home'.

When we are young the sage advice of elders is usually unheeded. We need to go out, explore, discover the truth for ourselves. Our own experience, our own journey is essential. We have to discover and 'know' the truth from within, to experience it. We can listen to the wisdom of the Elders but until it strikes an inner chord it will remain a concept rather than a truth. The wisdom we seek  is always within us and the best teachers and masters simply remind us of this and gently guide us to discovery.

The Hero's Journey, the great stories and sagas, the zodiac, the tree of life, the chakras etc. are all 'maps' for the journey. We pass each stage or gateway by stepping from ignorance through understanding and finally the initiation into Knowing. Then we proceed until we reach the next gateway. Gateways may be age markers, lifestage markers, whatever -- but for each of us life is a journey, a pilgrimage, that leads us to ourselves. 

Dark days

Karen Bishop's latest post seems to have hit the nail pretty firmly on the head when she speaks of "Bottoming Out" but sometimes, on darker days, I wonder whether all this talk of Ascension is something of a cop out.

Couldn't the tiredness and lethargy simply be laziness and lack of motivation? Maybe the dizziness and stomach problems are not a clearing of old energies and past life stuff but something I ate. What if my lapses of memory are something more sinister than the possibility that my energetic frequency has now risen higher so that I no longer resonate with the world I used to inhabit. What if I'm sliding into a decline rather than between worlds and realities?

"Keep an open mind but don't let your brains fall out" was once good advice -- but now, we need to be more in the Heart than the head and brains and logic don't help. So, I hold my fears up to my heart and find they lose some of their power in the heart flame of Love. 

Buoyed up a little, I read in Carlos Castenada's "The Fire Within" that during his initial training in the Left hand path of Magic he was unable to remember anything that he experienced or discovered in heightened awareness once he returned to his everyday state of consciousness. I feel somewhat comforted and turn to read the latest newsletter to hit my inbox. 

Oh Dear!! It seems that in our Ascension process we are moving out of the karmic cycle of death and rebirth. As we raise our vibrations we will be able to ascend into a new reality in our physical bodies. No death and a return in a new body, we will 'die' to this reality and move into another. I look at my physical state and realise that though I would bust a gut to keep a promise to another, those given to myself are frequently broken. All those promises to cherish my body with massage, scented baths, more exercise and better diet. Promises to walk more in nature or simply to 'be' beside the river or in the garden. 

If this aging, sagging body is going with me into the next dimension of Earth, then I'd better do something to take more care of it!!

more of the kitchen pix

The above was made by Delphi and CD.



The above was made by mothers and sons.



The above was made by Condor and Delphi. Part of the way through it we decided we weren't really hearts and flowers people and out came the black paint that was swirled round the middle. Interestingly the photo shows less of the surface and more of what the black was supposed to cover.
There follows a comment from my technological assistant ie he who fairly graciously imported the pix from my computer.
"I should point out this is her son, on the basis I know what I'm doing."

Kitchen Table Creativity

This year, all the members of the sisterhood - plus in one case five boys aged 8 to 16 - who have stayed in my house were invited/pressganged to do a group painting. We used two strips of wallpaper lining taped together and stuck to the kitchen table, and acrylic paints. Each one took between one and two hours. Here is the most recent.



They are a record of friendships, of processes that were not all comfortable but always valuable, of deepening connections. They are strong as the sisterhood is strong. I treasure them.

The one shown here was done on August 31st, and when we finished, the woman who wishes to be referred to as Bright Eyes said her creative juices were still flowing. Her eyes really were bright as she came up with another idea: choose fifteen words, three per line, from lines 3,6,9,12 and 15 from a page divisible by 3 and write something including all 15 words in 20 minutes. By the time we had repeated the exercise 6 times, we were down to 10 minutes.

Here are some of the results.
words (from Peter Mathieson 'The Snow Leopard'): lowland, ground, eyes, warm, buffalo, calmly, paradise, along, feet, shoe, finds, full, inspired, walker, pilgrim

The pilgrim takes the lowland route. Her feet tread calmly, eyes following the ground. One shoe finds the track of a lone buffalo. This walker feels warm in the midday sun but she continues along beside the hoof prints, her heart full and inspired although some way from paradise.

The pilgrim walks the lowland path. Without shoe, toes touch warm ground. Calmly she breathes, in, out, in. No need for hurry or race. She is inspired by the paradise this land once was before the buffalo lost the chase to men with guns, hearts full of hate, who killed and killed and killed again. She remembers how it once was here, sees it how it is, and finds all is as it needs to be. The walker goes along her way. Calmly she breathes, in, out, in.


What matters to me about the paintings and the short pieces of prose is the sharing of them, both in their making and in posting them on this blog. I hope they will inspire others to play creatively, especially those who do not usually allow themselves the time