Angel speech…

 

“Music is well said to be the speech of Angels” Thomas Carlyle

The world is my oyster?  I am standing in a garland of opportunity – the fruit is ripe for the picking and I am ready to indulge my wildest fantasies.

Temperance, solitary, serene and perfectly poised above the chaos enchants me into her tranquil embrace.

The Moon, a constant beacon which ebbs and flows throughout my life – ruler of unfathomable emotional realms. The catalyst for socialization and the impetus for integration; her cycle is enduring through all signs of the zodiac as we interact with others, reminders that we are not a solitary agent in this world of confusion.  As we attempt to decipher our unwritten mission statement and connect (or not) with other mortals our invisible syntax unravels uncovering tiny particles of our existence.

It’s a number five day – a day of change.  Rain has drizzled on to the dry and dusty Capital.  A window of opportunity is open – it’s time to get moving.  Not in a frantic or disheveled way instead a graceful Russian leap.  It’s the weekend, after all.

The morning dew is overcome by the rancid stench of diesel.  The truck down the road is idling toxic fumes throughout my neighborhood.  I don’t really mind that he drives a truck – his load carries Australia, after all.  I do mind however, that he turns the engine over and then squats in the doorway of his home and smokes a cigarette – toxic on toxic – is that a double negative, I wonder?  I guess they must cancel one another out?

Music clips roll across the wall.  I’ve been captivated by a clip that starts with a young woman dunking her hands into white paint.  She begins to signing words of the song.  The message of the song unveils a creative foray into hands across the wall.  I am reminded that this one of my constant visions.  Songs that sing – a brilliant inclusion for all of our deaf friends and family, don’t you think?

Why shouldn’t we embrace inclusivity?  I’ve also seem interludes where I offer my neck to the blind so they can feel/sense the words of a song.

In my perfect world, no-one is left out of the right of self expression or creative rite of passage.  After all creativity is food for the soul and self expression is the first step.  If we did not embrace individual creative expression then I wouldn’t be able to publish my journal or eBooks – how frustrating would that be? 

The tasks of the morning beckon – time to make an investment in another day.  Have a wonderful day – wherever you are!

Peace and Love,

Julia Ashton-Sayers

 

 

 

 

Apollo – my Sun

A true knowledge of ourselves is knowledge of our power.”
Mark Rutherford

The darkness of the morn diffuses the enthusiasm to rise and greet the day. Dark dreams lingering questions cloud my consciousness. What does it all mean? Snippets of scenarios roll through my mind – did I really dream the unfettered messages and interludes?

The Star pours the golden liquid from her urn. She is naked and yet comfortable in her vulnerability; poised on a tranquil sea of emotional stability confident and aware of the pulse of her presence.

Venus is abundant in the centre of the garland. Her riches nourish my soul. Protection ripe fruit and the promise of heavenly guidance are on offer – golden locks wrap her thighs – she’s not so bold.

Apollo – my Sun lures me into the golden promise with his euphonious lyre. Mystical sounds tantalise my being while cherubs dance and captivate my imagination.

Pictures of my subconscious reveal a path of joy, hope and reward – the past is a memory and the truth becomes the sword. What are we all doing here if we can’t live authentically? As Carl Jung reminds us, “In the final analysis, we count for something only because of the essential we embody, and if we do not embody that, life is wasted.” Stand up and be counted, reveal your inner most hopes and wishes, don’t be ignored.

Our journey is a solitary mission of lessons, challenges and death defying tours – is it possible to love ourselves when we come back to the shore?
The Moon is resting in Capricorn – pragmatic to the core. Business, public recognition, institutions and practicalities you cannot ignore. The effervescent energy of the number three day influence brings communication and intellectual pursuits to the fore – in spite of the ponderous sea goat’s trudge up the mountain of chores.

Archangel Barbiel is my companion today – constantly in fact. She whispers encouragement to release negativity from my thoughts – like an esoteric cheer squad to ensure a positive stride in my daily repertoire.

The morning brings a ray of hope chasing the darkness of my thoughts. It’s time to rise and make a difference in the world (or at least my tiny corner) once more - Life is precarious and the intangible threads weave a tapestry of truth and knowledge. Threads of discontent are littered around my feet cluttering up the floor.

Tonight I’ll reach for my scarf of optimism threads of red, golden, orange and yellow – knit one, purl one – slip one over – crafting a protective shawl; stroking the garment that will guard against the chills of rejection as I venture out the door.

Love, Peace and Happiness,

Julia Ashton-Sayers

The Golden Temple

The High Priestess reminds me of the recent footprints of my journey.  They have been laden with despair and rejection.  The treacherous comments of others and venomous barbs have perpetrated the delicate layer of my soul.

While recovering from the taunts of others I have arrived at a summit of peace and kindness. This hiatus in my odyssey has layered Teflon coating now allowing the sludge to stick to this gossamer veneer.  The beauty I hold in my heart is mirrored in my thoughts and words rejecting the tendrils of evil from permeating my soul.

The Hierophant, wise and deliberate in his stare counsels me and offers the allure of a golden interval.  This pristine breathing space allows time to heal.  Deep within his temple of protection I am able to find the tormented parts of me and cure the crevices of agony which have been slashed by the vileness of the “dark ones”.

This morning I woke feeling renewed.  It wasn’t just a satisfied feeling of a rich rejuvenating slumber.  Instead I felt that I had returned from a journey to a healing portal – a place where Angels and sagacious beings joined forces and beamed blessings of love into my being.

I stretched and smiled, “chanted get out of bed, sleepy head” to begin my morning rituals.  Lingering words of erudite visitors whispered spasms of encouragement. During this period of I dripped essential oils into burners placed around my home, lighting them with plausible optimism to bring a cleansing and infuse the home with a recipe for well being.

After picking up my journal the conversation began with an overview of yesterday’s adventure and an acknowledgement that I need to honour me and my promise to myself for good health and happiness.  The atmosphere of my home is swaddling me in a garden of ambrosia; nectar selected carefully to ensure love, peace and harmony.

The gentle sounds of rhythms lull me into a sacred cavern.  My soul is connected to the Divine and my heart pumps out tantric messages of peace.  Eleanor Roosevelt once said, “It isn’t enough to talk about peace; one must believe in it.  And it isn’t enough to believe in it; one must work at it!”

So, my personal mission for today is to being into my corner of the Universe.  I will go out and spread this seed to the world through positive thoughts and demonstrate peace with my actions.  What will you do?

Peace and Love,

Julia Ashton-Sayers

 

Happy Mother’s Day

Today marks a new beginning for me. I’ve turned a corner and encountered “realization” in the form of a brick wall.  Over the past few weeks I’ve been a little off centre and have breached my diet and forgotten promises I’ve made to myself.  Today with the help of the enthusiastic Fool I’ve faced the scales and I am re-routed on to the right path.

For me, it’s not just about “the diet” or losing weight – it’s more about control. Yes, the big Scorpion word (one that I don’t normally ascribe too!) flashes across my consciousness.  Over the past few weeks I’ve lost my balance – holidays and celebrations have taken priority and my focus has wavered.

Yesterday, the Moon was full in my sign, Scorpio. I felt the intensity of the lunar maiden as she faced her third and final phase.  The Crone phase is about resolution, conclusion and release a perfect time to relinquish the bad habits of the past, don’t you think?

Normally when the moon is full in your sign you are in the spotlight – in some respects it is the Universe shinning the light on you or some part of you that is not working – in short, a cosmic reality check - to celebrate this rite of passage and cosmic spotlight I spent the day with one of my fav. Gal pals and went shopping. Well, I ask you, what else would you do?

We had a blast! Of course we stopped and had sustenance during the day but as the sun began to set over the Brindabellas’ we headed for our respect homes to rest and revive the body and spirit.

During this foray into shopping bliss I was reminded of how wonderful it is to have such amazing friends as this woman.  We laughed and gasped at fashion trends and subsequent fashion boo boos.  We lavished our skin with luxurious scents and oils tantalizing all of our senses in the process.

At the end of the extravaganza we jugged and promised to do it all again – how soon?  I’m not sure that my bank account could tolerate it for a while.  When my hubby picked me up I recounted the great adventure.  I’m positive all he saw was the money evaporate from our bank accounts and ballooning balance on the credit card.

So, how does the reflection of this indulgent day fit into the promise of balance and commitment?  Well we just have to find our balance – don’t we?

Happy Mother’s Day all the women of the World!

Peace and Love,

Julia Ashton-Sayers

The End

Today brings the official end to our holiday – sad but true.  We’ve had a great time with lots of relaxation and a fine time of rejuvenation.  Now it’s time to return home to the rituals of our daily life.  The Virgo moon and sun in Taurus will definitely help with the determination and drive to accomplish this next phase.

I’ve enjoyed the vagabond existence over the past week.  Yesterday was brilliant with a morning shopping flurry in Sydney then off to celebrate the Aries/Taurus birthdays in the family.  We visited with my son and his family – what a treat?  I got to play with my grandsons who are always fabulous fun.

The joy and bliss is in the moment with lots of laughter and spontaneous creativity; I always leave their home feeling sated emotionally and exhausted physically with a day of raucous laughter, innovative games and steely negotiation on the agenda.  They are my living, breathing joy!

Now for the packing (again) and back to Canberra for the working week.  I am slightly pleased to go back home and feel the energy of my own residence.  Back to work tomorrow to re-establish my routines and get back into the corporate world.

The End of a great ride!

Peace and Love,

Julia Ashton-Sayers

Ferry to Tea Gardens

Saturn Day – May 2 – the Moon is in one of the most creative and vivacious signs of the zodiac – Leo.  Today, our fifth house is illuminated and it’s time for some serious play!

Yesterday we spoilt ourselves with a fabulous conclusion to our day. It was like an intense opera with the bold crescendo at the finale.

The day started out pretty somber and our eyes scanned the skies looking for a glimmer of sunshine.  Apollo, true to his word pushed through the fluffy barricades and produced a magnificent azure blue display of clear skies and sunny port holes.

The Ferry across to Tea Gardens was a marine escapade.  Serveral pods of dolphins danced and swam, frolicked and chuckled for us even a rendition of their unique marine opera.  In one pod – the nursery, there were baby dolphins swimming very closely to their Mums while sexy Sadie was offering herself up as the vixen of the pod.

Jurassic sized sea birds glided effortlessly on invisible highways.  A flock had staked a sandy land claim not far from the shoreline.  Beyond the water thoroughfare marshes and swamps laden with fish playing hiding-go-seek from hopeful anglers casting a line. 

The Bay was overflowing with optimism; the small boats looking for a big one or at least the potential for a good fish story for the pub tonight.  A solitary man in an ocean canoe paddles through the green hills and valleys of a sleep freeway.

The old ferry chugged, rattled and rolled with rigorous monotony.  She may have been loud but she lulled us into a tantric phase of mystical reverie.

On the way over the chug-crash-roll was barely noticeable on the return voyage; however the naval concerto became a naval lullaby.

Tea Gardens were a sleepy and welcoming coastal village.  Happy smiling faces tinted with sun kissed greetings.  Everywhere we walked people would generously share their personal biographies and salacious stories of their arrival.

The jewel in the crown of the voyage was the presence of the two sea eagles perched high above the everglades.  Their intensity and yet calm demeanor was intoxicating.  I was enthralled by these magnificent birds as they appeared as feathery centurions for our passage.

On our return journey their gaze diverted from the timber watch tower for just a second and they became locked in each other’s gaze.  I peered through the lens of my camera and witnessed their beaks touch demonstrating their eagle reputation.  My heart lifted from its enclave and I gushed.

The passengers became my next fascination.  I looked beyond their appearance and fixated on their aura.  Who have they brought with them I considered as I quarried for a clearer resolution on the esoteric channel.

The man over there – unshaven with a mop of black hair – a smile that could facilitate the last cookie from Grandma’s jar - seems he brought his grandfather who is standing behind him looking so sad begging, “please don’t drink another wild turkey son, or you’ll end up just like me!”

A lady with her eyes glued to the camera lens – she clicks away at the scenery and diverts her eyes when her husband whispers in her ear.  She has a former lover with her today.  No, she is not betraying her husband as this grand love existed centuries past which she was male and he was female.

The passion of their romance ignited a fiery duel and even though he won the battle they could not be together.  Eventually, they were both sentenced to death by the power hungry and evil Earl.  It seems she has come back to retrace this wretched act.  Ironically, she is now married to the Earl – I do hope they can sort it out for the sake of their beautiful daughter.

The sadness of the setting sun concludes our voyage.  Now the trip back to reality, obligations – cant is avoided. Our holiday almost over – more packing and unpacking - making plans for another holiday – let’s not wait a whole year!

Peace and Love,

Julia Ashton-Sayers 

 

Seven dolphins

The aroma of fresh percolated coffee beckons me out of a strange dream. I was performing a ballet dance in a small studio. Standing at the practice bar was in a square formation and beneath the square was a huge ocean marine pool.

Swimming around the pool were large fish, sting ray and two sharks. I became fascinated with he sharks, not frightened as I've inclined to be all of my life. I wanted to see them closer, swim with them and even play with them but the ballet teacher insisted we leave the studio and walk the nearby sand hills stressing that it will be good for our legs.

As we tramped over sand I became despondent, I wanted to get closer to the sharks – I kept think what are they doing – why must I leave? After a while I realized how fresh the air was beyond the dunes. The sun was kissing the ocean with a lover's embrace I looked up and saw seven dolphins rise up in the waves twirling their bodies around to a silent symphony orchestrated by Poseidon. I squatted on the sand hills and erupted into raucous laughter acknowledging that I had to move away from the sharks to revel in the dolphin dance of joy.

Good dream wasn't it?

Now I sit in awe of the minutest details of my hand and even breach out into my surroundings. My nails and the shape captivate my imagination. It's like I am on some magical mystery tour intoxicated by the power of the dream. Each letter or stroke I write screams a spellbinding significance. Each sentence takes me further away from my former life.

Maybe that is the hidden message of the dream? I had to move away from the ballet school to rediscover my dance of joy? The creative and inspirational aspects of me have been doing the exercises and the ballet bar which surrounds the shark pool below?

Here I am liberated from work and the ritual of daily routines all of a sudden my imagination and inventiveness flow – fuelled by the presence of the dolphins.

It is Tuesday and the moon is linked in harmony with my natal Gemini moon. It's the first day of my lunar return and I consider what a great gift the dream has become - a royal rite of passage to celebrate the new phase; a perfect synchronous timing to create an awareness of change – cracking open the sphere of fear that lies within my soul.

Yesterday we drove around the area discovering new places and visiting some nostalgic childhood neighborhoods. After that sojourn back in time we ventured in the shopping complex for more food, supplies and a little retail foraging. Lunch was developed at home followed by an afternoon nap – a vibrant and revitalizing walk before dinner and some movie tie – holidays are fantastic aren't they?

Peace and Love,

Julia Ashton-Sayers

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