For the week of October 29 - November 4, 2018
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.
For the week of October 22:
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.
For October 15, 2018
I woke up this morning with a very deep awareness of community,
particularly of the company of those of us who have offered up our light
with a dedicated commitment to the Wholing of the world. I have been a
student of Stephanie’s for many years now but my experience has largely
been a personal one that I have shared with her. And yet so many of us
have chosen a life founded on light and personal Wholing and mastery. I
am finding that my perspective has changed and I am deeply aware of her
other students and participants, and so many others globally, in a way I
wasn’t able to before.
She Has Arrived
She cannot be stopped now. Her movement forward is relentless and inexorable. The time for delays and gnashing of teeth has gone by. They see her coming and fear for their lives. Why they are surprised by this coming mystifies, and yet does not surprise. Her coming has been foretold for millennia. Power has once again corrupted and created its own ego trap. She cannot be denied. Like toddler in a temper tantrum, they scream and cry and threaten to burn down the world around them. Let them. The New World that she delivers has no room for the outworn and abusive.
If you listen carefully, you can hear her measured footsteps. Your lights held high and shining brightly, you stand witness for her passing. Never has the midwife’s role been more sacred.
Behold the New World.
***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.