For the Week of November 12, 2018

BIRTH

A woman reclines on her back, knees up and apart as she strains to give
birth. Her labor intensifies. As I watch, the baby begins to enter the world.
The Mother’s thighs each become a mass of angry people, yelling and
waving signs on either side of the birthing baby.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This newborn child becomes a glorious light filled something that is so radiant one can’t help
but wonder why the people of either side don’t - can’t - see it.
And so I am told:
Push fear far from your heart. There is no room for doubters and naysayers
now. Observe the polarized masses. They take their places as if
what they do will matter. Each to a side, they rant, they scream. And for
what? Their posturing does not bring renewal. Instead it misdirects and
obfuscates. Look. Look again. Here in the middle, the New is already
entering the world. Its outcome is assured. Be not dismayed by what the
polarized masses are telling you. Rejoice in your heart for the Birth is here.
And rest assured, the Mother will not let her Child go unprotected.


***This guidance column was written by Jan Finley for  TheCosmicPath.com. It may be shared freely, but only when the author’s name and website are included.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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For the Week of November 5 - 11, 2018:

Many of us have hit dark spots in recent months. We have doubted, we
questioned, we have grieved, and we have felt hopeless.
When a shattering in our life occurs, it affords us the opportunity to dive
deeply into our own heart and soul. It allows us to divest ourselves of our
masks, our preconceptions, our made up stuff about our lives as a whole.
A shattering in its very essence strips away everything familiar and
customary. The experience can feel like dying because it truly is the death
of an outworn part of us. In the process, we are swept along, caught in
the rip tide and we can do nothing but surrender.

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For the week of October 29 - November 4, 2018

The Garden

Came across a picture of a door in an old wall on FB today. The imagery is
very powerful for me and evokes The Secret Garden, one of my most
favorites books and musicals. The image of the door and a key has a huge
place of honor in my awakening, so much so that I wore a gold key for
years before it was fashionable. I eventually gave the key to my daughter
who performed in a lead role in the ballet of The Secret Garden, based on
the Broadway show. A few years later, she tragically lost it, along with the
rest of her jewelry, in a robbery.

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For the week of October 22:

The Handmixer

Tonight I closed my eyes to center myself for writing and inspiration and I
saw in my mind’s eye a hand mixer, working away at something in a bowl.
Expecting something a little more exciting, I had to laugh at my own
hubris. And yet, a hand mixer is certainly what my life has been like these
last two weeks. I have been flung into a bowl, with a bunch of
miscellaneous ingredients and the mixer has gone to work.

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