Still With Me?

So.

My Loves.

Did I lose you? 
Did the call drop?

I feel so many of you spinning off into isolation. 
Exhaustion.
Disassociation. 
Retreat. 
You are tired.
You want to scream at the sky.
You want to curl up into a ball, roll into a hole, and not come out again. 
Ever.

I feel you. 
I don't blame you. 
I cannot imagine the profound pain you are going through. 
Wait… actually, I can.

We're in this together, remember?

I hear you.
I hear you in my heart.

There’s a ruckus shift shorm party going on in the heavens, and we're all invited. 
No RSVP. 
No dress code.
You're coming loudly, or you're coming quietly, but you are coming.

This is our time.
This is our song.
This is not the last dance… this is only the beginning.

There’s a lot going on. 
There’s a Sun, Lilith, Chiron, Uranus thing.
There’s a Moon, Juno, Mercury, Saturn, Neptune thing.
There’s a Pluto, Saturn, Mars thing.
There’s a collapsing of ancient timelines thing.
There’s a cosmic death, rebirth thing.
There’s a Sacred Union thing.

You don't need the hear about all that junk right now, do you?

What you do need is the knowledge that the entire. Fucking. Planet. Is with you. 
In stride. 
Side by side.

We're all witnessing our oldest, dustiest, most deliberately ignored wounds come bubbling up to the surface, screaming “Hi!!! Look at me!!! I'm totally ready for healing now!”
We're all feeling like we're swimming naked through whitewater rapids.
Bruised. Tender. Exposed. 
We're all releasing epic boatloads of that which no longer serves us. 
We're all lightening our loads by about 20 grand pianos worth of weight. 
We're all mind-numbingly tired.
Completely. Utterly. Spent.

Breathe, Beloveds.

We're just coming home.

I know it feels like something is dying.
It is.
In fact, it's already dead.
We are laying it to rest, right now.

Have you ever looked reeeaally closely at deciduous trees in Autumn? 
Not at the trunks.
Not at the limbs.
Not at the falling, color changing leaves.
At the thin branches, laid bare in preparation for Winter. 

If you look very carefully, you can see the tiny buds of next year's leafy bounty forming, even before the last of this year's green has faded.
Long before the dark, arduous, seemingly lifeless months of cold and frost, the promise of Spring has already been made with absolute certainty.

That's where we are at this moment.

It is very easy to see to the death, and the darkening inherent in this point of Space/Time.
It takes a more grounded presence, and a sharper eye to see the rebirth, and budding innocence which is occurring simultaneously.

Our habitually analytical minds generally tend to focus on what is most obvious.
That is precisely what they are best at.

Right now decay, tribulation, and difficulty are fairly obvious. 
Easy to focus on.

Our hearts, our blood, and our bones know that behind the decay, concrete assurance of new, hitherto unknown beauty is slumbering all around us. 
It's there. You just have to look closely.

I love you all so much. 
Deeply. 
Truly. 
Always, and in all ways. 
❤

© EJB 2016