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