there was some only slightly veiled effort to change this on part of the Old Cowboy, but i clung. Clung to knowing that it's critical for me. I really need days strung together, uninterrupted, to gather momentum, to follow closely, a thread of thought or feeling or doing or if i'm lucky, all three. But i can't have that any more. So i at least need a single day, Full. From dawn to dusk. I NEED it.
It's great that the Findhorn book appeared in this moment. I am Needing some distraction from the tangle of my days right now, and since i am already familiar with it, but from so many years ago, it's perfect. I can look and think and see how things have changed for me in these years. I still, now, have the same trouble with some of the images....am not much still into gnomes and fairies. Am not much still much for some kind of sense of Supreme BEING, a God kind of being so the descriptors are still troublesome. But the essence of the Work remains so extremely Amazing, and there is no denying that it was and is REAL. Dorothy is the one who communicated with the Devas.
"Essentially, the devas are energy, they are life forces. (We humans are as well, only in our own unique way.) I was told in guidance,' You are simply surrounded by life. You are a life force moving along with other life forces. As you recognize this, you open up and draw near to these others, becoming more and more one with them, [working together for My purposes']."
so this is what i came away with in those years ago, knowing from my childhood life that this was True . And all along, i know from living that this is True. But i have never been able to find a Form that works for me. The closest being North American First Peoples cosmology. and more recently, that work of Stephen Harrod Buhner...Plant Intelligence and the Imaginal Realm.
the Beauty of Cabbage....the elegant fierceness of Cabbage
need to double click to see the important things, one of which is the irridescent metalic insect being, only one of all the very critical things happening here, the letting go and the still becoming
hard to see, but thread beads on Moon and drifting down as Blessing, and now She is stitched to her world
