Lunar Cycle Day 29

So.

Hydra day.

Blindsided again.

As per usual.

Always sneaks up on me.

Always Hydra day.

Cut off one venomous head, and two more immediately spring up from the severed stump.

You know those days. They go something like this:

Get up, and go to make a hot beverage. The electric kettle is mysteriously malfunctioning, so you use a pot. The pot somehow has a hole in the bottom of it, which you missed. You hear a sizzling sound, turn around to check if the water is boiling yet, and find that it has spilled out all over the stovetop. Grab a towel to clean up, and end up burning one of your hands on the steaming water. Run to the medicine cabinet for burn cream, and in your rush you break a bottle of medicine. Try to sweep the shards of the broken bottle, and manage to get a huge cut on your unburned hand. You are fumbling to bandage your burned and bloodied hands, when you accidentally knock over the trash can. Then the phone rings…

Something like that.
But all day.

In every possible way.

And not just you.
This is on a global scale.

We're all battling this mythical monster together.

So yeah.
If you're wondering why today is being an asshole. Why nothing is working without a fight. At times not even with a fight.

Just know you are not alone.

There’s a huge lunar/stellar/cosmic shift happening. 
We're moving through some big shadow purging, conflict sparking transition.
We are collectively learning about boundaries. 

We are all being pushed to the very edge of our previously defined limits, to the land of sink or swim.
To the land of “what do you believe in?”
The land of bare-bones faith or failure.

This might be feeling like the whole thing is going to shit.
Like we’re two breaths away from crumbling into a handbasket on its way to hell.

Take heart, Beloveds.
Breathe.

Double Sagittarius New Moon is headed in to save the day.

Underneath the hell-bound crazy, there’s earth-shaking potential.
Underneath the anger, there's the deep release of grief.
Underneath the shit, there's gold.

Trust me.

We’re coming home.

We’ve been away for a long time. Eons, in fact.
So home is gonna feel a wee bit freakishly weird until we get reacclimated.

This past week has been all about shadow work, and being made to face our fears. At moments forcibly so.
We've been learning to stand our sacred ground in the midst of some pretty horrendous happenings.

Now comes the soothing balm of the wounded healer. 
The patient teacher.
Of the compassionate seer.
Of connection.
Of Divine Union.

Remember this, isolation no longer serves you.
You have tribe now.

We are together again.
We are walking one another back to our birthright.

The way is lit.
The path is set.
If you need someone to hold your hand, just ask.

I am here for you.
I see you.
I hear you.
I feel you.
I love you.

Always, and in all ways.

© EJB 2016