When was the last time you had a ‘private’ conversation with yourself?
You know – the secret ones that you would never wish to share with anyone else.
The ones where you stand naked in front of your inner mirror and admit all the things that you think inside but deny even to yourself?
These are the dialogues that change your world.
We seem to be surrounded by death right now.
Death of people.
Death of social systems.
Death of environments.
Truly, the death of stories in so many ways.
Yet as we all know, death is an intimate and essential part of life on Earth.
Change is another word for death.
In times of massive transition, I have come to recognise the voice of my body as an integral guide.
It is a voice we often ignore or drown out in distraction.
It speaks in feelings, dis-comfort, dis-ease and erratic sleeping patterns.
It also tells us when we are ‘on track’ by manifesting synchronicity, joy and miracles.
The voice of my body is ancient and carries within it the wisdom and lessons of my ancestors.
It carries in its DNA and cell’s the potential of my future ones.
My body is an incredible instrument of divine will.
Every awakening involves a death.
The death of old social ideals, stories or identities.
To die means to journey into the underworld and re-emerge new and clean.
The last few days have started with a storm.
It seems this is pervading the energy fields of the planet right now. Whether it’s solar radiation, fluctuations in the Schumann resonance or simply the astrology, the prevalent frequencies seem to wish to distract.