Bathing to be Reborn
Will more words come now that the pain has subsided? With Leo season over, Mercury and Mars in virgo and the sun just now bringing its light to the maiden’s realm. Last night the energetic sludge that has built up from corona virus data updates, my nose in the energetic blueprints of 60ish people in 48 hours, the heart aching stories of friends, positive covid cases of my family members, the school district updates- they’ll do their best to TRY to keep a 3’ distance while daily cases surge, is this enough? Meanwhile the constant stream of news reports documenting natural “disasters”- when I look at it I see perfectly reasonable, though destructive, responses to Capitalism’s blatant abuses of Earth’s living creatures, her soil, her trees, her waterfalls and beaches, lacking ego this Earth is not punitive. Her actions are appropriate consequences to the behavior of humans. Earthquaking, storms emptying the preternaturally swollen bellies of clouds, flooding the streets of the privileged who knew this natural consequence was to be expected, but never imagined it would be where they call home. Fires burning, humans crying, eyes burning from the smoke. A hint of revolution swirling for years.
Humans sleepwalking longing for a better credit score so they can finance a car to get them from home to work to the bar to a drive thru meal to the gas station and back home again with the approval of their peers and the idea that if they possess this better vehicle, and in a few years an even better vehicle, debt mounting, home loan granted and ah yes, someday they just might “make it”.
Babies ripped from mother’s arms. White Supremacy and Dominance asserting itself, clinging to power every possible way it can conceive of, and the possibilities have seemed endless but as we notice their systems beginning to crumble, they dig in their powerful claws deeper than ever. Briefly showing their cards, is it possible they’ve been bluffing this entire time?
My head is pounding, pain starting on the left side, the side of the feminine, my feminine ancestors, Earth herself, the feminine life giving qualities of the universe, this energy runs here. But last night, throbbing, taxed, tired, the feminine cried for relief. I pull my player from the game, from the matrix, the unspoken agreement we, like our grandparents and their parents for thousands of years, were tricked to make that living this way is normal, civilized, progress. Each time we believe and perpetuate this lie, it comes at a high cost. Running our karmic credit cards all over town, we’ll carry our balance sheets with us, even to The Away. When it feels like we’re done for good, free, we are not. Wherever you go, there you are. The aspects of death you fear may not be what you have verbalized, you're not afraid of not-living, you're afraid that your choices and inaction will follow you to the other side of the veil. And rightly so.
Alas, unplugged, but still feeling heavy, energy currents pulsing slower than my usual frequency, working like etheric kidneys to filter the sludge, I open to the craving. I desire the hottest water and the mineral rich salt from the Celtic seas of my ancestors, the soft light of candle flame and rose petals floating on the surface, asking to kiss my limbs.
I baptize myself. I think of Jesus. I imagine John and his audience weren’t present and Jesus bathed in the river Jordan in solitude. I see Jesus emerge from the surface of the water, he receives the Divine blessing just the same, “You are my child, The Beloved, with you I am well pleased.” Just as he is. Just as you are. Beloved. The Great Spirit is pleased, and this man, Jesus, a symbol as a human living, leading and teaching by example so that we may all open to receive heavenly blessings.
As water flows over my head and down my face, salty like the tears I cried over the weekend, I am reminded of my, of our, birthright, as the Beloved, the heirs of Divine Grace. I cleanse myself of the Dominator’s insistence that I am innately imperfect.
When my body asks to be finished I rise, body glistening in the dance of candlelight with wet skin. The image of perfect flesh reflected back to me in the mirror. Clean. Free. Reborn anew.