Samhain

Transition (n) / -ing (v): the shedding of old skin; the process of unlocking the cage; preparation for flight; scoping out new territory; setting the chains flame; from one State to another.”

Samhaim

As dusk awakens the veil peaks at its thinnest, creating a bridge between this world and that which lies beyond. The ancestors cross over and stay for a minute to transmit messages as we walk the bridge to the underworld: Winter Solstice. During Scorpio season, we are given the opportunity to swim the depth of the ocean to come into contact with our power. Then, we move on to Sagittarius season which allows us to alchemize that power with fire. Lastly, we enter the winter solstice, Capricorn season, where we are to wield our power in the material realm. The transition from the autumn to winter is a rite of passage, an initiation, a season of growing into the earthy womb in preparation for a bountiful birth when the Spring equinox arrives. What do you want to cultivate? What do you yearn to work on behind the scenes? What do you wish to give birth to?

 

Tonight, I burn Palo Santo. To purify, to cleanse, to get rid of all that needs to fall away in order to make space for those guides that want to come through with their wisdom. All Hallows Eve marks the climax between autumn and winter – we’ve reached the midway point. The ancestors reside in a reality where the fourth dimension, time, does not exist. They can see infinite possibilities and even what appears as our most beneficial outcome – sans our free will. Our free will being the central ingredient of what connects us to our power. Even the most seemingly minute choice can create a ripple effect and reverberate through time-space to create lasting change not just for our individual experience, but for the generations that were, the generations to come. Our choice is our power. As we choose, so we become. This year as the veil thins, mercury also stations retrograde, further asking us to go within. What do we need to re-evaluate? Re-visit? Re-solve? What can we choose to perceive, do, and receive differently? What do we need to re-unite with, if anything? What needs to be let go of?

Fly Not Yet

Fly not yet! the fount that played,

In times of old, through Ammon’s shade,

Though icy cold day it ran,

Yet still, like sounds of mirth, began

To burn when night was near;

And thus should woman’s heart and looks

At noon be cold as winter brooks,

Nor kindle till the night, returning,

Brings their genial hour for burning.

O! stay-O! stay-

When did morning ever break

And find such beaming eyes awake

As those that sparkle here!

Thomas Moore

As we explore these ethereal and ungrounded territories, let us not forget that time and free will are some of the most merciful agents of the human experience.

Let us cultivate in the soil what we wish to grow into the light.


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