I honestly cannot call Solstice Week, this past week, or the one coming up, any kind of “floor” because all Foundations have changed.

To what do our allies, oaths, and allegiances, our most treasured belief systems, allow us to open? How are our paths protected? And, how, as all things change, can we navigate with honor?

There is so much happening just now that I delayed the blog for this week to see if any kind of priority in seeing would show up. What has shown up are a series of upsets in the lives of others that have illustrated two things: how blessed I am to have had the training I have had, and how easy it is right now for the worst fears everyone is walking to overwhelm even a seasoned consciousness.

“As they believe so it is for them… “ A quote from too many traditions to cite herein.

What do you believe? Or, perhaps, let yourself shift into another level of perception. What wells up from within?

What does your embodied configuration of light waves indicate at this time?

Can a world end? Or only an experience in particular?
Thursday last held a full moon, great tides, and many emerging currents in and between the worlds. The tides of the worlds Gaia hosts coalesced into an explosion of multiple realities. The wheel of the year extrapolated itself into toroidal forms, worlds within worlds, whose byways are accessible only to those who walk between.

How often have sea folk heard that phrase? It applies to the Infinite seas as well as to those of our physical world, those from which we gather fish or those we travel upon.

When we ‘know’ what we want, Source always delivers some version of it to us. This algorithm has zero exceptions. If you still harbor longings for some imagined manifestation of perfection, you might consider this.

I woke early from a curiously disturbing dream. I was lucid within this dream, wherein lay the ‘curious.’ I was trying to exit a city I knew quite well and couldn’t find the way out because everywhere I turned, everything was under construction.

What was normal? It was one of those moments when you look at a word, and it no longer looks like anything recognizable, let alone a ‘word.’

Do not ask what to do, how to do it, or what the next step is. We are living the new. We have always learned by living. Now that bill comes due. Bilocation is a daily traversal of what is emerging and what we won’t let go.

Do we have to burst into flames for this type of soaring? False identities do. This is one post-butterfly and post-eclipse effect occurring in our fields. Old identities are shed or burned off and disappear completely.

The Fool’s Journey and the Hero’s Journey are well documented. With each trajectory, what begins anew when one cycle is complete? Why do our minds hold onto what has gone before?