“The endurance of darkness is the preparation for great light.”

holy synchronisiddhi! on this third day of eleven days of the gateway of light, this moment is the total soular eclipse/shadow as well as the feast day of st john of the cross, patron saint of contemplatives, mystics and poets… centuries ahead of the modern discovery of the unconscious, st john spoke of darkness, inner journeys, and the shadow self while today this is painted in the sky… his genius, his gift for the good of the whole was in living and speaking about the imperative, if we are to transform, of embracing the dark night of the soul and holding steadfast trusting in benevolent great mystery to lovingly bring forth the light…

soular eclipses often bring phases of life to completion creating changes empowering soul destiny, living more fully who you came here to be… are you feeling the opening of a portal to a new direction for your life?

this eclipse of the sagittarius new moon of truthtelling pushes us to be more, to expand, and to be more present in life in a direction better suited with old thinking habits based on deception, illusion and false perceptions being released empowering our seeing from a fresh perspective…

yes! this is the moment of eternity to re-weave the dreamtime world with the wonder, wisdom and great mystery of being alive, fully alive…

the more deeply we dwell in the eternal present moment continuously chanting make us instruments of peace and harmony with an accompanying chorus of thank yous and the more wholeheartedly we surrender to love and being loving presence in every moment, the more we are taken to places on a journey we could not imagine, to ultima thule, the great beyond within our one cosmic body…

“The Journey

One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice–
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
“Mend my life!”
each voice cried.
But you didn’t stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do–
determined to save
the only life you could save.”

~ Mary Oliver ~