Mother Earth - Comet Ison

Following the passing of the Comet Ison across our sky and its disappearance behind (through?) our sun, I was gently guided to meditate on the energy that the comet brought into our lives and the effect that those particles of "dust" would have on our beautiful planet and in our lives.  I posed the question,

"Mother Gaia, guide me in the connection necessary with Comet Ison to integrate and meld the beautiful energies and star dust that he brings so that you can receive these energies and use them for your highest good and the highest good of all of us."

I received the following ~

My Daughter, what you are doing is just what is needed at this time.  We are all striving for Ascension, and through efforts such as this, we will all achieve that goal.  We have come far, and have suffered setbacks along the way, but this is a new world, with new energies, and we are very close.

Take a moment in the morning, as your Father Sky opens up and receives the Sun-Sandalphon, and embrace that magnificent presence as He peeks over the horizon.  Welcome him into this new day and this new world, as the slate is clean and all is possible.  Give thanks for all that is and welcome the possibility of all that will be.  Feel the energy flow between your Mother Gaia and your Father Sky, vibrant, pulsing and alive, and allow yourself to be filled with the love that they pass between them.   Breathe.

Take a moment in the evening, as the Sun-Sandalphon gently slips below the western horizon and the moon, sweet Dianna, takes her place with Father Sky.  Welcome her into this new night and this new world, as this slate, too, is clean and all is possible.  Feel this quiet loving energy flow between your Mother Gaia and your Father Sky, more gentle and soft than the energy of the morning light, but nonetheless powerful.  Accept the love of Dianna joined with Father Sky and allow your body to rest, and your spirit to begin its work in the other realms.  Know that all is as it should be, and you are safe to pursue your work in the Light, whether the Sun shines His light on your path, or sweet Dianna lights your way.

Be aware of the texture of the air around you, the rhythm of the birds and the animals, the ripple of the air and the movement of the trees and plants.  They all are taking in the beautiful clean energies that Ison has gifted us with, and they are growing and evolving in ways as yet unknown.  You are as the lilies of the field, as you take in those same beautiful clean energies and continue to grow and evolve in ways that you cannot imagine within your 3D mind.  Your Higher Self knows full well what is taking place, and all will be as the Great Master has designed.

Each opportunity that you take to ground yourself, feeling those energies flow from the Earth up through your body to the Sky, and from the Sky down through your body into the Earth; that will anchor those new energies and bits of star dust into my very core, and into the heart of Father Sky.  As you do this with pure intention and free will, so it shall be.  It is very simple.  It need not be complicated.

Each breath that you take, feeling the pranha flow through you and into you will allow those energies to travel and reach every cell of your being and, thus, every cell of every being, as all is one.

It is very simple.  Pause, notice, breathe and go on.  Pause, notice, breathe and go on.  It is what it is, and it is beautiful.

I am Gaia and I love you so.

And so it is.

Questions?  Go within and find the answer; it is just over there, in the small quiet space in your heart.

August 1, 2013 Message from Gaia, Mother Earth

August 1, 2013

Happy birth month, dear Chelsea!

This is a great time for all to be on the planet.  So much is happening within and without, you will not recognize your dear Mother Earth when all is complete.  Do not worry about what you see as catastrophe or tragedy, as all has its place and its purpose.  I am part of a living, breathing and growing galaxy and change is essential to support life.  Although you may not remember, you were all in agreement to be here at this time and do what is necessary to support these changes.  As you grow, so I grow.  We are One.

Listen to your hearts, Sweet Ones, and follow your dreams.  Trust in that inner voice and follow the path you see before you.  It may not make sense to your literal brain, but if it feels good and right and comfortable, know that it is for you.  This is a planet of free will and you always have the option of changing your mind.  Go into that small still place in your heart and listen to the voice of your Soul, your Higher Self, and you will know that you have chosen wisely.

Look to the children.  They have so much to say and so much to offer you.  They have not been taught to reason, as you were.  They have not been taught to question what they feel, as you were.  They listen to their own internal guidance and walk forward with purpose and confidence that all is as it should be.  Follow their lead and make yourself “as a small child.”  Your job is to help them learn as they grow by gentle guidance and much love.  So easy, and yet so tricky, as you find it hard to let them stumble.  They always pick themselves up, though, as you do.

All of my children surround you, waiting to do your bidding.  You have only to ask and allow for it to happen.  As you awaken and become more aware, you will remember that it isn’t necessary to understand what  happens, only accept that it is happening.  Magic is.

Walk in peace and love, my Sweet Ones, and know that I am with you, supporting you gently and loving you dearly.

I am Gaia.

Early Christmas Gift (written post-Christmas)

So, it's Monday evening, September 20 (my grandmother Esther's birthday, btw) and Rico has gone to visit with Jeff, the drummer from his old band (country-rock, Pocket Change) to talk about equipment, gear and various musician-related stuff. I've gotten home from work, checked in with Melody and Caroline, chased Aubrey around the house a time or two, washed up the inevitable sink full of dishes and am thinking about what I can put together for supper, probably just for me as everyone else has already eaten.


Rico comes home after picking up Dominic at the dance studio (a daily occurence), kisses me "hello" and tosses a paper on the table in front of me. I read "Mastering the Art of French Cooking using Julia Child's cookbook and methods" or something to that effect. WHAT?! I love the movie "Julie and Julia," Rico got the DVD for me for Christmas and has even watched most of it with me. I've been intrigued with the cooking part of the book/movie and have tried a recipe or two, with mixed results. Now, he's handed me the syllabus for a course being offered at James Rumsey Technical School that will teach me (maybe) just what I'm wanting to learn.


I read over the material and we talk about what's involved - time, money, etc. We agree that it can be my early Christmas present, the timing will work with my work schedule and Dominic's dance classes, and we all stand to gain from the experience. I talk with the chef (David Propst) teaching the class, get the details and enroll in the class beginning the next week, having missed only the first class. WooHoo!!

Eleven weeks later, I am a little sad that the class is finished, but I am super excited about having Thanksgiving dinner at our house and using my experience to make the whole day flow more smoothly and be more fun for me and, therefore, for everyone else. (And it was.)

Suffice it to say that I was bowled over by Rico's thoughtfulness in offering this opportunity. It was wonderful to realize that he notices almost as much as I wish he would, and responds to little things as well as huge occurrences. The class was fun, well worth the time and the money. I feel much more confident in the kitchen, now, and just as excited about trying new recipes and techniques with a little supervised experience under my belt.

Am I looking for another class to take right now? No. Will I take another cooking class? Probably. My family has noticed and is impressed by the dishes I make and our menus have definitely expanded a little. At this point, I'm thinking that I want to start baking bread again . . .

I was ready to walk out the door for work last Wednesday morning when my best friend from high school called. As all feeling drained from my body, I listened to her tell me that she had just found her nineteen year old son on the living room couch, dead. Her only child, a major part of her life and her world for nineteen years, lay still and cold as she watched the paramedics and police do their jobs. I listened and cried with her, then told her I would be with her as soon as possible. Fortunately, I'm only an hour away, and I have an understanding husband and boss, so I was able to be at Susan's side in less time than you might think. I stayed with her and her husband for a couple days, cooking, straightening, listening, crying and marvelling at the strength of people during such a horrible occurrence.

At this time, it appears that the cause of his death was an accidental drug overdose. It was not a desperate act by a depressed teenager. It was not a dramatic gesture that went awry. It was a teenage boy, a bright and caring young man with plans for his future who decided that it would be fun to get high with a friend and watch a movie. The little kink in the plan was either an unfortunate combination of drugs or a contaminated drug that caused that little spark that makes each of us who we are to cease to exist in that young body. An autopsy was performed because of Aaron's age and because of the circumstances and it may turn out that there was an underlying and unknown medical condition that was the real cause of his death. At this point, it really doesn't matter.

Susan and Pete have lost the most precious thing in their lives. They are viewing Aaron's death as a murder; the one who gave him the pills is a murderer. The continuation of Susan's family line is not to be; there are no other children to continue her branch of the family. All their hopes and dreams for their child have been suddenly and cruelly crushed out by what was likely a poor choice made on the spur of the moment. C'mon, let's get high; it'll be fun.

I have children who I know have made poor choices in their short lives, as I have made in my longer one. I am grateful that their choices have not resulted in their injury or death. I have no great philosophical statement to make. There is much pain in my heart for my friends, and for my god-son, that this life has been ended so suddenly and maybe so needlessly.

I believe that there is only good in this universe and I don't have to be able to see the good to know that it exists. I don't understand things like this, but I don't need to understand them. I only need to remind myself that all good will come from this. I remind myself that there is no great loss without some small gain, to quote my mother. And I remind myself that sometimes, it just sucks.

Caleb went back to work on Friday. He's been off on temporary disability because of the fall he took the Sunday before Thanksgiving and has been alternately enjoying the enforced leisure and stressing about doing without a paycheck. We had an unexpected six inches of snow on Saturday and, due to his bald tires which he hasn't been able to replace just yet, he asked me for a ride to work today rather than risk getting his car stuck when he tried to pull out of his driveway.

I love Caleb's mind and the way his heart gets involved in everything he does. I asked him how it felt to be back at work and he replied that it was okay, but not the same as it was before Thanksgiving. He said that it seems like no one at work cares anymore. His explanation told me that he has realized and accepted the fact that the large corporation he works for does not encourage any extra effort whatsoever. Even his supervisor, who had been very strict with their time management, apparently had an epiphany over the holidays and has accepted that, while he may be held responsible for anything they don't do, he will certainly not be rewarded for anything above and beyond that they do do. It sounds like Caleb has worked at this job just about long enough to become dissatisfied and start looking for something more rewarding.

He is comfortable enough with his wages and he's okay with the notion that he can do anything expected of him on the job in his sleep. He is not comfortable with the idea that he has no possibility of promotion whatsoever and he is not comfortable with the idea that his willingness to perform at more than the minimum level will not only not be appreciated, but will be exploited. The way he explained it, if he sees something that needs to be done and does it, he will be expected to continue doing it, with no compensation. If at some point in the future, he decides that he doesn't want to or doesn't have time to keep on doing it, he could lose his job for refusing to do something that he wasn't required, or expected, to do in the first place.

I love that he is smart enough to get all of this. I love that he is an intelligent, perceptive young man who sorts all of this out. It breaks my heart that he is not my sweet little boy any longer. It further breaks my heart that his world is not perfect. I know, I know, but this is my party and I can cry if I want to. (sorry, Leslie Gore)

This being said, Caleb is an attractive, charming young man who is loved and appreciated by many people in his life, both family and friends. There is no significant other in his life as yet, but I know that "he just hasn't met the right person." I love him, I'm proud of him and I'm extremely grateful that we have the relationship that we have.