Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 9 – Day 95– 3/21/2022

“When anxious, uneasy and bad thoughts come, I go to the sea, and the sea drowns them out with its great wide sounds, cleanses me with its noise, and imposes a rhythm upon everything in me that is bewildered and confused.”
~Rainer Maria Rilke~

welcome, well come to day 51 of a season of peace, a day of another pilgrimage of devocean to the sea peacefully voicing the cosmic hum singing an ancient hymn to and for the mother waters in us and surrounding us all, a day of re-membering a dream of seven years ago of going into the wasteland to anoint with holy water all my relations which inspired a pilgrimage to gather holy water from the heart chakra of the planet to share as anointing oil, a ceremony i continue to practice daily in the uncharted waters of the uncertain times in which we swim… let us now be heartened with the sage words of a wise water guardian:

“You have been telling people that this is the Eleventh Hour, now you must go back and tell the people that this is the Hour. And there are things to be considered…

Where are you living?
What are you doing?
What are your relationships?
Are you in right relation?
Where is your water?

Know your garden.
It is time to speak your truth.
Create your community.
Be good to each other.
And do not look outside yourself for your leader.

Then he clasped his hands together, smiled, and said, “This could be a good time! There is a river flowing now very fast. It is so great and swift that there are those who will be afraid. They will try to hold on to the shore. They will feel they are being torn apart and will suffer greatly. Know the river has its destination. The elders say we must let go of the shore, push off into the middle of the river, keep our eyes open, and our heads above the water.

And I say, see who is in there with you and celebrate. At this time in history, we are to take nothing personally, least of all ourselves. For the moment that we do, our spiritual growth and journey come to a halt.

The time of the lone wolf is over. Gather yourselves! Banish the word ’struggle’ from your attitude and your vocabulary. All that we do now must be done in a sacred manner and in celebration.

We are the ones we’ve been waiting for.”

~ Hopi Elders’ Prophecy, June 8, 2000 ~

may we real-eyes and celebrate the astonishing light of being in every sacred moment of eternity…

Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 8 – Day 95 – 3/21/2021

You have no need to travel anywhere – journey within yourself. Enter a mine of rubies and bathe in the splendor of your own light.

~ Rumi ~

it’s the moment of eternity to celebrate the astonishing light of our being and i am called to share this image from dreamtime almost seven decades ago of pythia who has lived me, dreamed me, transmuted me moment after moment… i was so young, she visited me in my crib and it was an awefull experience in both meanings as it was terrifying being with the numinous consciously(?) as a baby… my desire is to embrace this powerful, in the sense of medicine, being and so of late i’ve been appreciating her effortless movement in these moments when travel and movement are challenging… i’ll relate what pythia shares…

according to pythia, psychedelphic rainbow serpent living in the deep waters of the heart of gaia, the great secret of life is to be perfectly still, slowing down to a standstill perfectly poised in peace, breathing into the belly and out through the crown resting more deeply with every breath in the stillpoint of creation where there’s only the dance of rainbow mystery calling us to join in moving in the rhythm that peace prevails on earth and begins with me and thee until we are one wave encircling the cosmos breathing and being peace in every cell and thought, word and deed… yes!

let us deepen into the stillness where’s there only the dance with…

A Hopi Elder Speaks

“You have been telling people that this is the Eleventh Hour, now you must go back and tell the people that this is the Hour. And there are things to be considered…

Where are you living?
What are you doing?
What are your relationships?
Are you in right relation?
Where is your water?

Know your garden.
It is time to speak your truth.
Create your community.
Be good to each other.
And do not look outside yourself for your leader.

Then he clasped his hands together, smiled, and said, “This could be a good time! There is a river flowing now very fast. It is so great and swift that there are those who will be afraid. They will try to hold on to the shore. They will feel they are being torn apart and will suffer greatly. Know the river has its destination. The elders say we must let go of the shore, push off into the middle of the river, keep our eyes open, and our heads above the water.

And I say, see who is in there with you and celebrate. At this time in history, we are to take nothing personally, least of all ourselves. For the moment that we do, our spiritual growth and journey come to a halt.

The time of the lone wolf is over. Gather yourselves! Banish the word ’struggle’ from your attitude and your vocabulary. All that we do now must be done in a sacred manner and in celebration.

We are the ones we’ve been waiting for.”

~ Hopi Elders’ Prophecy, June 8, 2000 ~

may we real-eyes the astonishing light of being and celebrate it every sacred moment of eternity…

Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 7 – Day 95 – 3/20/2020

“When anxious, uneasy and bad thoughts come, I go to the sea, and the sea drowns them out with its great wide sounds, cleanses me with its noise, and imposes a rhythm upon everything in me that is bewildered and confused.”
Rainer Maria Rilke

welcome, welcome to day 51 of a season of peace, a day of a pilgrimage of devocean to the sea for our fourteenth annual whalewatching re-treat, the strangest, most surreal and sublime one thus far… how i love this day of equinox, of sacred pause, this profound portal all the more so as we stand in such a pivotal moment with everything hanging in the balance… are you feeling the serpentine energies rising from the earth to marry the soular rays flowing down from the skies activating the creation of the cosmic egg as the sun moves into aries and the new astrological year calling for the rebirth of SELF?

 awakening today with a smile, i re-member a quintessence of years ago, i received the dream of going into the wasteland to anoint with holy water which led to a pilgrimage to gather holy water from the heart chakra of the planet as we depart for unharted waters in uncertain times of cosmic chaos cycle…

so much to breathe in this moment  and breathe out with a deep sigh of  ah, of awe… yes! the whole of gaia is in balance today as we celebrate the festival of the sun, the day we all receive the same amount of sun externally and internally… on this day of the earth’s poles being in balance and light piercing through both hemispheres, we are able to see through dimensional veils… seeing the world through eyes of balance, she sings a song of harmony on this first day of the new astrological turn around the sun…

yes! i love this day of balance, such happiness flows like a bubbling brook which reminds me that in addition to being equinox, today is also the International Day of Happiness as decreed by the United Nations… and, it’s the first day of fall for southern hemisphereians and spring for those in the north…

may we be filled with the energies of balance and harmony radiating from this libra super full moon on this high holy day of equinox, of sacred pause with every breath being a blessingway, a blessingway of deepening balance, a flowing with the waters of life in harmony revealing every moment as sacred in our cosmic heart of love…

Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 6 – Day 95 – 3/21/2019

Named Magical March 21 Water Blessing Poetic PEACE Pilgrim Jeweled+

welcome, welcome to day 51 of a season of peace and to the eve of World water day…. although tomorrow we celebrate day of honoring and blessing water, everyday is truly a blessing water day, water is the innernet connecting us all, the more blessings of peace, love and harmony we pour into water, the more peaceful, loving and harmonious life is… thousandfold thanks for our joining hands across the cosmos in sacred honoring… thousandfold thanks, water, for giving us life and blessing our earth walks… standing before you, we re-member we are water, we are the ocean in a drop… may our one heart be purified more than ever before for the benefit of all as we drink you into our being and as water reciprocates in the next breath by blessing us and generously bestowing pure water spirits throughout the web of life… water is a mirror for us as well as perfectly mirroring us… water responds in perfect harmony to the messages we send; the more beautiful our transmission, the more beautifully water creates all that is..

In Praise of Water

Let us bless the grace of water:

The imagination of the primeval ocean
Where the first forms of life stirred
And emerged to dress the vacant earth
With warm quilts of color.

The well whose liquid root worked
Through the long night of clay,
Trusting ahead of itself openings
That would yet yield to its yearning
Until at last it arises in the desire of light
To discover the pure quiver of itself
Flowing crystal clear and free
Through delighted emptiness.

The courage of a river to continue belief
In the slow fall of ground,
Always falling farther
Toward the unseen ocean.

The river does what words would love,
Keeping its appearance
By insisting on disappearance;
Its only life surrendered
To the event of pilgrimage,
Carrying the origin to the end.

Seldom pushing or straining,
Keeping itself to itself
Everywhere all along its flow…

Let us bless the humility of water,
Always willing to take the shape
Of whatever otherness holds it,

The buoyancy of water
Stronger than the deadening,
Downward drag of gravity,
The innocence of water,
Flowing forth, without thought
Of what awaits it,
The refreshment of water,
Dissolving the crystals of thirst.

Water: voice of grief,
Cry of love,
In the flowing tear.

Water: vehicle and idiom
Of all the inner voyaging
That keeps us alive.

Blessed be water,
Our first mother.

we are all rainclouds…

mni wiconi

water is life

blessed be!