I come in love to show you the Way. My dances illuminate all that has been hidden in the shadows of time/no time.  The Divine Son returns; this has been foretold for eons.  The choice is yours to step forward into Christed Consciousness, the Path of Open Heart, Hands and Mind.  You are surrounded by Love and must not be distracted by all that appears to derail and destroy.  There are no secrets, only games of make believe. Pluto serves to transform the Beloved Son as he leaves his Wayward ways behind.  We continue to unify and awaken, these many faces of the Mother.
Your presence at this particular time/space was chosen by your Higher Self, so that you as Guardians might hold the sacred space for the birth of the New World. This time/space is alchemical in nature, uniting fire and love to create absolute transformation.  
He knows the last days of the Patriarchy are here. Even knowing the end of his reign is here, he fears Her and Her power. But secretly, buried deep inside, he is bone tired and ready to come home to Her love.  Pluto leads the way.
The New World is upon us and the constrictions of this age will contract and release.  The Divine Masculine begins to heal and will unite, as ordained, with the Divine Feminine and the Age of Unity will dawn.
Windblown, careworn
Time/space travelled endlessly
The worm turns
The winds change
Nothing stays the same
Deep breath
And another
Faith must stand
Intact
Embrace the future (past?)
Light the fire
Stand your ground
Remember who you are.
Remember who you Are.

***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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Septic Tanks and Wormholes

Here we are in a wormhole again, one of those dreaded eclipse passages. I don’t know about you but my life has been complete chaos since it began. I have had last minute changed plans, clogged pipes, communication issues, endless company and a backed up septic tank (still dealing with that one). I start out to do one thing, find myself doing something else and hours later find my way back to the original task. Even writing this column has been caught up in the wormhole. Days ago, I began writing something completely different than this, and then company arrived. I was so immersed in my social life that the column got completely lost until I was fortuitously reminded that it was due. I sat down to finish it and was repeatedly interrupted by phone calls and texts, dogs wanting out, people at the door, and on and on. I finally gave up. I was frustrated and annoyed and ticked off.
As I fumed, it occurred to me (belatedly) that I had forgotten the wormhole, with its accompanying symptoms of chaos, confusion and misdirection. I had forgotten that wormholes are opportunities to just let go. Ultimate surrender. Persistently, I tried and tried unsuccessfully to enforce my own willpower on my chaotic life.
I have more company coming tomorrow. I have cleaned and grocery shopped and done all those things you do before people you care about come visit. It hasn’t been easy and I am not at all sure I got everything done. And I am not sure I will even have flushing toilets. And you know what? I don’t care.
I stopped fighting and just let go. Nothing is going any easier but everything has a certain humor to it now that it lacked before. How can you miss the symbolism of my septic tank being backed up?? I have been up to my ears in you know what.... and that is hilarious. The Universe has a magnificent sense of humor, if you pay attention.
When I slowed down and allowed myself back in the flow, however chaotic it might be, I settled down and began to regain my own equilibrium. We spend so much time on the “have to’s” and not enough time on the “it is all working out perfectly”. Along the way, I discovered that I am not very good at accepting help. In my frenzy, I had several people offer to help me and my automatic and very unthinking response was “no, thank you”. I can do this. I always have. But when I stopped and said “yes please”, tasks were accomplished quickly and easily. Those extra sets of hands were an enormous help.
Wormholes aren’t easy, but those sideways elevators always take us where we are supposed to be. Transmutation is the name of the game right now. Embracing that, and this wild and crazy eclipse passage, makes everything feel a little lighter and reminds us that we don’t have to become the chaos that surrounds us. We can remain in our hearts and be the center of the storm, watching that chaos from the observer’s perch, maintaining both our balance and our sense of humor.
This particular eclipse passage promises to be one for the books. Let’s join hands and heart and help each other through it.

***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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The Gathering of the Goddesses

A few days ago, I saw a documentary called “Tea with the Dames”, with Dames Judi Dench, Maggie Smith, Joan Plowright and  Elaine Atkins.  A conversation between old friends and colleagues, it is a charming retrospective of friendship, womanhood and career.  That the profiled were four women of a certain age struck me profoundly during this week of the Gathering of the Four Goddesses.
As I listened to these women talk and laugh, it was a meaningful reminder to me of the depth and breath of what it has meant and means to be a woman.  Our lives generate wisdom, insight and laughter, gifts that we treasure and carry safely in our hearts.   I am reminded at how much I enjoy gatherings with my own women friends, as we share our individual insights and life experiences.
As we age, we embody that wisdom in varied ways, each authentic and powerful in her own right.  And yet, through the historical ascendency of the Patriarchy, that wisdom, insight and profundity have become devalued and despised.  Older women are not respected and often treated as children.  In fact, recently at my doctor’s office, a 40-something year old man called me back from the waiting room.  As I walked through the door, he said to me “And how are we today, young lady?” 
I was literally struck dumb.  And I was furious.  Because of that fury, I decided not to say anything in the moment but to address it later when I was calmer.  (I tend to have to apologize later when I react in the moment.) Later that day, I happened to receive an email asking me to rate the service I had received. And I did.  Thoroughly.
While this encounter infuriated me, it has no effect on who I am and the wisdom I have come to embody through my own life experience.  Historically, a misogynistic attitude has worked as a control mechanism, but it no longer carries any power.  We, as women, know who we are, and we, like the four women in the documentary, age with grace, undaunted and strong.  Our bodies may decline but our spirits are indomitable, for we walk at the side of the Goddess. 
This week’s Gathering of the Goddesses speaks to us from the heart of all we know, replete with downloads and insight.  These goddesses are multi-dimensional archetypes and each appears representative of four different levels of awareness. Together, they bring the undeniable Reunification of the Divine Feminine.  The repudiation of the Feminine will stand no longer, and the truth will out.  The Goddesses’ words, laws and love will reign again with authority.  These four Goddesses stand together in harmony, on all levels of our awareness, to bring these truths home in clarity and without equivocation.
For those of us with open hearts and eyes to see, we must open even further for there is much work still to be done.  Our openness creates a framework that strengthens the fabric of awakening.  Our open hearts create a doorway through which love can work its magic.
I urge you to observe the women in your lives in the coming weeks and watch as magic happens. And happen, it will.
“Who is She? She is your power, your Feminine source. Big Mama. The Goddess. The Great Mystery. The web-weaver. The life force. The first time, the twentieth time you may not recognize her. Or pretend not to hear. As she fills your body with ripples of terror and delight.
But when she calls you will know you’ve been called. Then it is up to you to decide if you will answer.”
Lucy H. Pearce, Burning Woman

***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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Yesterday I lost my fourteen year old dog Pearl.  I don’t say this to elicit sympathy but just to say that I am sad today and very tired. She has always been a high maintenance dog, with special needs requiring special attention.  She was also my girl, my pal, my companion and I miss her.
So today, I have been thinking about loss and new beginnings.  My daughter and I welcomed two new puppies into our lives about six weeks ago.  And then I discovered two different nests on my back porch. One is in my grill and has six wren eggs.  The other, a cardinal nest, is in my gardenia tree and has three eggs.  And then Pearl departed this dimension yesterday, and I have observed, with awe, the juxtaposition of Birth and Death playing out here in my own little corner of the world. 
The truth is that we are surrounded by both all the time, and frequently we   pay little conscious attention to these cycles as they occur.  We get caught up in the story of our lives, and they take a great deal of our undivided attention.  Meanwhile, we are also watching our country and our world in what appears to be some kind of death cycle.  It is difficult to watch and just as difficult to look away.  We know something new is coming and something outworn is dying.  It is often easier just to focus on our own personal stories. 
What we can’t forget is that rebirth and new life are always with us.  The dawning of the New World is already here.   Our sacred purpose is to act as midwives not only to the New World’s birth and infancy, but to the demise and passing of the Old World.  Birth and Death are integral parts of this transformation we are all undergoing; indeed they are simply different faces of the whole.  We must serve as witnesses to both, holding our hearts and minds open.  In a sense, we stand in a Gateway between Birth and Death, our purpose to reconcile the polarity between the two, until they and we become One, united in wholeness. 
“We are all butterflies. Earth is our chrysalis.”
― LeeAnn Taylor

***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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