Grandmother’s Message for the Solar Jaguar Full Moon

Aries full mooning reveals its coming time up here on Dakota Ridge, an EDGE, geophysically holding up conifer forests, skirting around snow capped and dusted mountains.  The forests remain untouched in some places, devastatingly taken in huge swaths.  Signs of what is ending: the rape and abuse, the exploitation of the divine feminine, this dark Mother Earth.

Down the mountainside, my vista is expansive, following the loud lining along the west Vancouver Island shores.  Below me, ramble the shorelines of the Sunshine Coast of British Columbia.  Inland Salish Sea waters , also called the Georgia Strait, are inhabited by barking seals, by black-headed oyster ducks, seagulls, flocks of crows, and the occasional eagle. 

These are the unceded territories of the Musqueam, the Squamish, the Sechelt, and across the way, the Cowachin.  Amidst these untethered birds, arise the smoke of fires sacred to all peoples, the smoke of the obsidian pipe, peace pipes that declare the air is filled with thousands of particles of prayers.

These are the prayers and gratitudes of our ancestors, for we are the living ones who remember that we all, two-leggeds, rainbow coloreds, credoed by many, we have all migrated to where and how we are now, in these times.

There have been great and small migrations, great and small hibernations, great and small retreats, and these phases of our experiences are in the deepest ways, the decisions of inhabitants.  We are the decisions of our parents and they, the choices of our grandparents.  Our locations are the consequences of what is echoing within our souls, destinies for the remembering during this great cycle of endings.

This FULL MOON of the REAL, of REALIZATION, with a conjunction of planetary emanations, results in what we choose to realize, how we decide to live this experience, and with whom are we migrating.

Up here on the Dakota Ridge, there is further to go upwards, or to return to the valley cut along the Salish Sea by highways.  Choices to play flute and smoke pipe alongside a sacred fire, stay awhile and spread ones inner wings over these waters plied for generations by the long canoes, now plied by small strong tugboats pulling large flat barges of gravel.
When one arises to another location, one is gifted with another choice , a VIEW or perspective.  What does one bring to that other location, what prior echoing choices arise in the freedom of space without time but NOW?

In GMA’s view, this is a time of Gifting, an economy of offering and knowing, through one’s own inventory of life’s experiences, and one’s belongings, that we have here NOW what we need.  Have you begun the dawning of these new earth times with inventories? with assessments of your experiences and culled that which serves the greater goodness of all in this solar system?  Have you winnowed the harvests of your life and honoured the particular experiences that reveal your highest truth, your strongest thriving self and the skillsets of ancestors that brought you to this summit?

For REALIZATION toward the MANIFESTATION, this moon calls us to cull and to winnow. To trust that we are in this phase by collective and mutual agreement. That we now have the opportunity to say NO to the logging and to offer solutions to these sparsely conifer populated swaths along these mountain sides. We have the focus and time to say what we need as seniors to live legacies and to reinvest in womens health, in youths whealth and a leadership that rings truths universal.

We have this sacred phase of this moon time to return to HER, to the ancient trees, to the blooming of flowers spring emergent, to listen in South America to the autumn harvests of corn and the kernels of coloured truths that once culled, will serve to seed the next generation!

Some are disturbed by these times, triggered and reactivating ancient wounds, or familial wounds, core beliefs that wind themselves with tension around the lungs and hearts and keep the musculature bound as though no breathe is easeful.  For these ones, we offer the golden white light of divinity to relax rather than to relapse. 

For those substance abusive, the first substance is the body itself.  IT is the spirit made flesh and for generations, we women, have allowed through mutual agreement , a less than posture to be assumed.  Our relationships, once out of male female harmony, have cocreated ecologies for wounds to be passed through the umbilicus for 9 precious months into the bodies and systems of our infants, now adult children, wounding self and others and earth.

With practices of tenglun, we can take these on with the strength of our hearts and circulatory systems, digesting the particulars that are also part of our lineages.  We can transmute these through yogic practices, with chanting of Gaiayatri mantras, starting each day with a loving 7 Directional BOWing to the wonder of life.

In many fields, in neighbourhood parks, old ones model Tai Chi Chu’an (chen lineage), or brisk walks with or without dogs along these shorelines.  Others model the integrity of listening to the greatest trees for messages from these Grandmothers.  The wisdom cultures are offering divinations of what is available for these times and the first is CHOICE OF VIEW! Perspective.

What a gifting time: to bridge the medicines of diverse cultures and to share the icaros and the frequencies of ayahausca; to build bridges between generations and to have the youth serve the olders and listen to stories that elsewise will not be heard except by those who listen.  What an opportunity to realize that we are being called up to another calibration called celebration.  And that we can end these LIES OF SEPARATION and see all arising for cleansings and clearings.  Leaving space time for fierce faith to be harvested and to live this superfood of love through breathe and movement and the music of our wombs.

In the Inipi, sweat lodge, temescal traditions, we sit for four rounds, each fuelled by prayers for the directions.  The grandfathers, the grandmothers , the stone peoples have sacrificed lives along the mountains edges for these ceremonies.  This sacrifice is honoured with tobacco, with permission and respect and the stone people are gathered up to be cooked in a sacred fire.  Everything is made sacred by our attitude of gratitude, with our bows and our humour and our great humility.  For these are ancient earth-wise ways that are divinely moving the inner particles and inner realms into other configurations.  One might say that these ceremonies are alchemical quantum healings.

We enter with humility, forehead to this dark Mother, requesting permission to enter.  This, my beloveds, is a healing of how our mother’s were entered into by our father’s at points of conception.  We sit in the darkness, witnessing our own breathe, breathing into the darkness that which is alive and arising.  When all have come to re-engage in this enactment of conception, labour, delivery, birthing, whaling or singing, breathing and pouncing upon our wounding thoughts, eating and spitting them out, we emerge, more whole, more in the remembrance rather than the forgetting and we rise.

We are greeted by the dog soldier, the fire keeper, the wilderness of soul.  We hug one another to say WELCOME! You are here NOW!  We are shivering, tremoring, yet exhaustedly hot to the core of beings.  We are revolved around the sun of the centre of the lodge with prayers, with songs, with a collective agreement that this is our lived experience. No resistance other than that which arises to be dissolved.

The fifth round is the Dream Round, leaving behind those who go to feast and to calibrate anew. There are always those who stay in the fifth round, like the fifth sacred thing. A return through hundreds of thousands of dreamers to the stars, through the top of the lodge, back to where we each and all came from, with common agreements, to live the DREAM seeded from there to here NOW on earth.

Some say we are dreamers, and we are not the only ones (thank you John Lennon).
This is the time beloveds for us to return to the sacred ways of earth wisdom keepers, of the guardians and stewards of forests and waters, to offer forgiveness to those who have forgotten, to receive the blessings of the RAYS and to bring ourselves back to equality for all of our relations.

This is the OUR TIME, this is the JOURNEY of LIFETIMES, this is why we were culled from other streams of ancestors to thrive to rise to share to teach here NOW.  We are the winnowing of guilt fear doubt shame and ignorance. We are the harvest of the wisest of those who came before us and we thank them daily.

So let us enter this FULL MOON and FIRST FIERCE FIRE with faith, that the lies of separation, of us and them, of better and best and worse and worst, of less than and greater than are now dissolving.. Just as the brilliance of the pure white light enters the crystal and is fractalled into the mirrors of our biodiversity, so too, is our immediate environment, our immediate relationships whether it be with natures gifts, human agreements to live with radical forgiveness, radical acceptance, whether it be within this greater cycle ending and participating in gratitude for endings, whether our focus be on what is emerging and participating in gratitude for beginnings.

Either way there is a WAY: a Tao of changes and we are the ONES we have been waiting for, praying for, knowing that is our purpose and destiny: the pure love of NOW!
For all relations, OMeteotyl