Yo Team!
Today I am flying home from adorable enough New Living Expo in SF….
(my talks there, soon-ish available to you guys and gaias…in Mercury retrograde dancing into place time.)
So, no tele*coyote tonight May 3, 2010, Moon in Capricorn good
solo-ish time…
Beltane, Mid-Spring, One of the Four Gates of Power:
Time for all creatures to celebrate incarnational delight.
In the Gulf of Mexico, countless beings, myriad birds and turtles and blue-fin tuna are dying instead of birthing.
O humans…may the enormous cruel rudeness and hubrus of our species sweep through each human heart.
Time to break our bad habit of abdicating leadership (Saturn) to heedless sociopath cunning, kin-ship amnesiacs, those missing the whole point of life… selling profit at the cost of kinship, community, commonwealth…
Conversing with our Trickster Ally Breer Grimes, who is most intimately engaged with the on-going healing after the Exxon Valdez oil spill in Alaska: All oil is spilled.
This oil will not go away. All clean-up technologies are smoke and mirrors, with a current capacity to clean maybe 10% of the oil.
We make sacred this moment of sentient tragedy,
by accepting its invitation to become more reverent in our grief and joy…
Remorse means “to feel such sorrow as to lead to amending one’s ways.”
Theme for all of this year…Remorse into action,
as Uranus, the Trickster journeys from Pisces into Aries, back to Pisces, into Aries…
More soon later….
Follow-up Dreaming:
Since the oil rig disaster, I have been trying to connect with a dream-answer to it. Unfortunately, it has been a strange collection in response: I have dreamt of trying to pick up the coastline like it was a folding postcard of topographical maps. We could capture the topsoil, and what was the natural topography, but the oil remained at the site. Another dream had humans trying to control the sea waves, which overwelmed the humans on the beach, and flowed beyond the city barriers. Last night, humans were trying to remove the sand on the beach, revealing pipes and other sub-structures; abandoned human attempts to control the coastline were revealed like ugly old artifacts.
None of my dreams have included animals of any kind, (disturbing to me); today I watched geese on my way into work–they were sitting out a rainstorm amongst the Portland railways and industrial yards. How lucky they are to be on this coast, I thought. How unlucky they are, I thought, to have to share this earth with us and our crazy creations. ~Rebecca
The Uwa People of Columbia, didn’t want oil drilling done on their land? Their prayers asked the oil to hide? The oil co.drilled, didn’t find any and went away?
Do we request help from our ancestors, to show us the way?
Chinook Blessing
We call upon the earth, our planet home, with its beautiful depths and soaring heights,
its vitality and abundance of life, and together we ask that it:
Teach us, and show us the way.
We call upon the mountains, the Cascades and the Olympics,
the high green valleys and meadows filled with wild flowers,
the snows that never melt, the summits of intense silence, and we ask that they:
Teach us, and show us the way.
We call upon the waters that rim the earth, horizon to horizon,
that flow in our rivers and streams,
that fall upon our gardens and fields, and ask that they:
Teach us, and show us the way.
We call upon the land which grows our food,
the nurturing soil, the fertile fields,
the abundant gardens and orchards, and we ask that they:
Teach us, and show us the way.
We call upon the forests, the great trees reaching strongly to the sky
with earth in their roots and the heavens in their branches,
the fir and the pine and the cedar, and we ask them to:
Teach us, and show us the way.
We call upon the creatures of the fields and forests and the seas,
our brothers and sisters, the wolves and deer, the eagle and dove,
the great whales and the dolphin, the beautiful orca and salmon
who share our Northwest home, and we ask them to:
Teach us, and show us the way.
We call upon all those who have lived on this earth,
our ancestors, and our friends, who dreamed the best for future generations
and upon whose lives our lives are built,
and with thanksgiving, we call upon them to:
Teach us, and show us the way.
And lastly, we call upon all that we hold most sacred,
the presence and power of the Great Spirit of love
and truth which flows through all the universe . . . to be with us to:
Teach us, and show us the way.
Marianne, thanks for such a beautiful blessing. I will use this in my work with a Women’s Council I facilitate, as I am in the NW USA.
Last night, after watching news updates regarding the oil spill, I dreamt of water. A female guide,(she did not inhabit a body on this Earth), took me for a walk in the future. We walked down a dirt road, one that seperated old agricultural fields. However, the fields looked like they were full of white sand. When we got close to one, I saw that they field was really little clear nodules of water. She telepathed to me that I could walk on them, and I was expecting the feelings of sand moving under my feet like when you walk on a beach and the tide pulls at you and turns the sands.
Instead I felt my feet were wetted by the permeable membrane of the water-growing nodules, but they did not break open. I dragged my feet against them and through them and water flowed ontop of my feet. I lauged inside to myself, wondering if this qualified as walking on water. My guide answered me in thought, “No. We are growing water here.”
Growing water…? Or growing some new form that holds water? Its such an odd concept but it gives me some hope today. ~Rebecca in the Portland Asklepian (Sun & Jupiter in Pisces)