Guess Who Showed Up: THE CRONE

Sometimes stuff happens when I sit down with notebook and pen; images may come as if witnessed by  an inner eye. It was like this on a winter evening's full moon when I caught the flash of a very feminine, supple-hipped woman with dark, longer hair. It was as if she was looking straight at me. And just as if planned, every word "she" relayed was so effortlessly penned in the glow of that night.

Was this an internal elder I'd never heard from before? Or an archetype of an Ancient returned here again? The message as perceived is universal. I think it wise that every reader consider it their own as well. (Note: all capitalizations are of my choosing.)

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I am your vision of delight and devotion to the good times you had squandered for the sake of someone else's agenda, for now you have noticed for the most part how easily you have been influenced by journeys not your own, essentially speaking.  And yet all the while, you were gathering mementos from which you could choose to apply as you wished.

For you see there will be a truce coming forth between the self you have been and the wondrous, full-bodied master you have found you're becoming.  Embrace her completely and allow her the space required for encounters with wisdom from this woman, the Crone.

Of course, you as the Crone will not wither.  Much more than that, there will be less complication in applying the deep reservoir there has come as the Sea of the Heart.  This great Ocean holds no quarrel with all of the inlets she passes for they, too, all contribute, bringing their voices as the sweet sound of Love as you have never known it to be in this life until now.

Don't complicate the matter.  Rather, immerse every strand on your head, every spot on your body, within this Pond of Delight.  There are no rules to attend to.  Your sweet nature, the true Self, of course knows the soul actions you shall embrace open-armed and with vigor.

Your enchantments come easily without pondering slowly.  Speak, speak with your Mentors as if you can see them, feel them, touch them, and thus know it is Real.  

Allow yourself pardon from the deepest depth you can possibly bring forward for everything, whether determined as minor or thought of as major. Your history is completing and therefore don't dwell there, for you see it's a fog, an ethereal mask that can no longer betray you into thoughts you are less than you are.

Rather, guide in the house that is built of every olive branch you have offered through all incarnations, built on foundations that had brought forth a standard so high and formidable, they exist yet today midst all of this chaos.  

This house I speak of is star-studded through the many eclipses, those lunar and solar, you have experienced, celebrated, and endowed since before time existed as you know it today.

If I could lay out trillions perhaps of astrological, zodiac movements you have encountered throughout your existence, they would fill up quite a place in the galaxy, along with many others, of course.

Being dissatisfied with anything you committed, or, on the other hand, being non-committal to something you deemed you should have, never mind.  Do not worry or be concerned, for as a matter of repeating again, your history is ending, you see.  There is no need  to plod through it again and again and again as if searching for places to produce some more blame toward yourself or to others.  Be content, be complete.

(Regarding two very young great grand children, this was relayed:)  

These are children masquerading their Essence for a time until they can wholly take over within the decisions and dharmas* uniquely their own, so uniquely their own. Pray for them daily.  Make each thought one of grace as your lives move and meld all together as one.

Like a crab on the beach, you have been traversing, paddling and scurrying in many directions over life times, whether they be parallel or singular within the ways of the Cosmos.  

You have observed, sometimes treading softly, many times taking risks, walking the edge afraid you'd fall in.  And if you did, you rejoiced in that very deep level of having done so because you had stepped out and tried.  

Place that same ardor, if you would please, toward this Crone Self, the Wise One, and embrace all her actions, be they singular or very plural.  Be enthused and grateful as hell.

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*Dharma:  Law, one's earthly task; one's dharma "to the end".