On the Trail of Her Clues
Autumn Equinox: the Gift of the Golden Antlers
This autumn’s equinox, on the 23rd September, the Archer calls our attention. This is a hunting day for little bears. The moon is in the drawing arm of the Archer, guiding his arrow to the target, but we aren’t hunting an animal or a thing. Instead, we are sending our arrow directly to the Galactic Centre, so that a Nature Power, one that we lost contact with generations ago, can find us on its silvery path.
The autumn equinox brings us the most powerful healing reset of the year. I first became aware of this 16 years ago, while on an early morning walk with our dogs in London. We were in the woods that I’ve known since childhood, nothing noticeably special going on, no one else around. Suddenly, the area all around my peripheral vision just beyond my reach, began to shimmer and move, like a silver-mirrored heat haze. It lasted only a few seconds and when it stopped, I didn’t know where I was. I knew mentally that I was in the woods, where the woods were, how far I was from home etc., but I couldn’t recognize anything in the woods. The path looked different, the trees were unfamiliar and I had no points of reference that I could use to know which direction to take to get out of the woods. It took me 20 minutes to find my way back to the main path, which should have been a 3 minute direct walk. When I got home I had a massive headache, then a fever and I went to bed. The next day, when I woke up, I knew that the stomach ulcer I’d had for many years was healed. I threw away my medications and never looked back.
Since then, I’ve witnessed many ‘equinox healings.’ For me, as my body has become healthier and stronger, my mind has become clearer and my awareness has expanded considerably. This is reflected in our external reality – enormous changes in where and how we live over this period and the healing events have become more subtle and powerful. This equinox, those of us who are able, will be regenerating the severed channels between us and the realms of Nature and Supernature. As I’ve focused more on learning as our ancestors did, through experience, I’ve come to real-eyes that it was the past and future imprints of me, shaking my auric egg, that equinox day in the woods.
The series of events leading up to the equinox began on 1st September, the Earth began a root level recalibration and is starting to shake things up. We are now moving into a period of turbulence and stormy seas, while the number 23 is still in play. Th terrain is not as stable as we previously thought. Shortly after the August blue moon, I sat on a familiar boulder in the garden and it unexpectedly heaved itself over, launching me onto another rock set up for a perfect chiropractic adjustment to my coccyx. A few days after that, Dean was helped into a rear-ender coming out of the chicken run. We admired our complimentary bruises and he got an ostrich egg too.
The coccyx is our ‘tail’, continuing beyond our physical bodies as an invisible umbilical connection to the Earth and connecting via the nervous system up to the pineal gland. It is a very interesting shape, with its little horns. After the ‘adjustment’ my inner vision became much clearer and we have both had more energy and more appetite for discovery. Root level compression from too much sitting is undoubtedly a physical factor involved in the inability to get out of survival mode, as well as sexual obsessions and the good-v-evil addiction. The coccyx functions as our biological polarizer, positioning us in time and space; left and right, east and west, the past laid out ahead and the future creeping up from behind.
Out of the blue, on the 7th September, I saw the Rock of Gibraltar as the coccyx of the Iberian peninsular, cut-off from the main body of the land by a watery membrane and politics. Its’ urgent tension felt sharp and insistent, so I put a Medusa sticker on the map and felt the pressure ease. The next evening, Morocco suffered a terrible earthquake. There is a connection between the sticker on the map and the earthquake, but it’s not causal.
Earthquakes are not unexpected, random events and most definitely not the revenge of Nature. They follow recognizable patterns and are prone to occur in stressed locations, such as nearby large dams and hydroelectric plants where the weight of the water combined with the electrical frequencies generate an incoherent piezoelectric pressure on the tectonic plates. Events in one location create compression waves that move through the Earth and the preceding earthquakes that were part of this pattern had already happened, in Indonesia and Chile. (Dutchsinse covers this well.) When I put the Medusa sticker on the map, I was already picking up on the stress of the Earth, even though the specifics were outside of my conscious awareness.
That same day, the 8th activation of the human biofield made past/future life awareness available to everyone who is open to that potential. The activations have frequency signatures, with detectable colours, direction and connections with the physical body, but we don’t yet know what they all mean. Knowledge from past or future lives that has been imprinted in the aether (or quantum field if you prefer) shows up when you need it. It doesn’t usually come with a date tag, so it’s not always easy to tell whether it’s from the past or future. Increasingly, I’m finding that the knowledge I need is coming from my future selves, as well as the past. This makes sense as the aether and water into which we imprint are not limited to linear time. This is what this means: all your past and future life experience is available to you now. As you integrate this experience, and especially when you speak of the synchronicities and anomalies that are now showing up in your life, you imprint the aether so others can receive this intel too.
The Morocco earthquake struck at 11.11pm. 11-11 the two pillars, a portal. The Pillars of Hercules are the Rock of Gibraltar and Jebel Musa in Morocco, of the same name as Jebel Musa – Mount Sinai, where Moses (sometimes depicted with horns) spoke to God. The Pillars of Hercules are said to have guarded the entrance to the Mediterranean in the old world, and they still guard the entrance to the inner waters of somatic memory. Sounds moves faster here and words bypass the limbic system, to be picked up by the kidney tubules and processed in the brainstem, as a new/old phonetic melody. Here sat Mama Bear, tapping her claws and smacking her lips. I couldn’t see her of course, as she sees through my eyes, but I felt her wink like a landslide, and then she took me tripping along the trail of her clues.
August was a brutal month here. Mama Bear showed me how the searing heat was necessary, to burn off any false sense of security that would ultimately lead to a siege mentality. In the patriarchal version of the story, the hero kills the lion with a skin that no weapon can penetrate, who was terrorizing a vulnerable community. He then made a loin cloth of its hide to armour his own masculine vulnerability. We both had inexplicable itching, particularly on our hands and arms through August. Under the watchful eye of the Lion, we watered and maintained our garden while everything around us fried, because that was all we could do. We surrendered to Nature and that was enough. The willow tree that lost all its leaves has already grown them back and its fallen leaves made a layer of mulch on the baked clay earth, where borage, calendula, snapdragons and poppies are now shooting up. Nature knows what she is doing.
Next on the trail was a fetid swamp, writhing with deranged creatures rising up to bite off each other’s heads, from which sprang yet more of these loveless entities. It was hard to peel my eyes away from the awful wretchedness and the overwhelming feeling of powerlessness and despair it invoked in me. Mama Bear poked me in the left eye, causing me to look up to see the Golden Cobra who rose majestically out of the mud, crowned by the white-gold sun. My heart centre burst open with the silent words: this is what I do. I bring life to every thought, word, feeling and act, without judgment. I need you to keep your head out of the swamp and your eye on the gold.
There is always a cascade of thoughts, questions and interpretations that follow these transcendental moments. A lot of information is packed into a blinking flash, a dream or the hypnogogic trance and it takes me a while to unravel it. My interpretation: this isn’t about replacing a patriarchal myth with a matriarchal version, it was a direct communication, a plea for understanding from the Great Kundali, the life force energy of the Earth. The Earth was showing me that her physical body and dreaming mind are infinitely fertile and that she has very little control over what comes to life. She feels the difference between the pure and the corrupt for sure and she has her own vast intelligence, but she cannot control the flow of her life forces anymore than we can. The principle method she has is a prolonged glacial period that will cause us to focus on survival and clear our minds of disease and a lot of stupid ideas. It will also kill off most of us and many other life forms too, without any guarantee that it will eliminate those who inflict the most suffering on others. I am not on that trajectory.
Surrender to the higher forces of Nature is not the same as giving up or expecting Jesus to save you. It is just the surrender of a separate identity that managed your life up to a certain point, to the greater you, who is already everything and needs nothing. This vulnerability and humility is the uncomfortable stage of sloughing off the old self, to be replaced by a feeling of connectedness, capability and optimism – light-heartedness whatever is going on. It functions as an individual reset that opens us up to many more channels of awareness, insight and creativity.
The first glimpse behind the veil is overwhelming; it’s not ‘heavenly’ and everyone there is not your friend. In fact, even more of the corruption is apparent. Discernment is essential. However, once our inner vision adjusts, we meet up with our biological ancestors and magical nature beings, as well as the past and future versions of ourselves. Within this clan we find everything we need to rewrite the script, making new imprints with pure intention – this magic is the expression of the multi-dimensional self that becomes visible in the physical world.
We can now see into the level of creation at which intentions become embodied into objects, images, words and symbols. We see how things that were made with the intention to control and subjugate, illicit obedience and compliance in people when they interact with them. We don’t live on the Earth. We live in her central channel. This is the breathable space between the surface of the Earth and the bottom of the stratosphere, which is known as the troposphere, but could also be called the sushumna. It is a space alive with energy; weather, atmospheric rivers, gases, water and charged plasma. All our thoughts, feelings, words and actions imprint this plasma-gel, leaving furrows and scars, impressions of our lives of varying intensity and duration. The structures of successive Empires overlay each other in this medium, to anchor their intentions in specific locations and broadcast them worldwide, so that the people blindly accept the needs and appetites of the Empire as their own.
The spell that causes people to see their own healing as disease operates through these mechanisms. Those who are under this spell cannot see beyond the conceptual framework generated by the artificial matrix, so even though some of them are aware of many of the problems we face, they are still encompassed in the managed identity that cannot access the causal layers where the spell can be over-written. In this causal layer, whether something is natural or unnatural is meaningless; what matters is whether it was generated with love and reverence, or at least out of a genuine survival need. In my next post I will explain how this works and request your participation in breaking this spell.
Meanwhile, we are back on the trail with Mama Bear. The third stage begins on the 23rd September, the Autumn Equinox, in the misty mountains of Arcadia, where we encounter the golden hind. She is a magical being, bigger than a bull and unusually endowed with a rack of golden antlers. These antlers symbolize our own antenna, our ability ‘to see’ in the invisible realms. They function as a kind of early warning system, regarding approaching danger, in both physical and non-physical realms. This sense is what causes the animals to run to the hills before the tsunami hits – they don’t stip to question, they just run!
This magical being is also known as the Ceryneain Deer, which brings to mind the horned god of the old world, Cernunnos. Very little is known of him. He is usually depicted sitting cross-legged with antlers on his head and is thought to function as a mediator between humans and Nature. This is the ability to hear and speak with old/new meaning.
Arcadia is a state of being, of quiet mind and open-hearted inquiring attention. It shapes the landscape of any situation, so that the deer with the golden antlers can find you this equinox.
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