In my last entry I had talked about the squirrel cage, and being so engulfed in this project here at White Sage Landing. That unconsciousness had many, many levels; and as a result of hooking back up with my support team (my "pod" as I used to call them), from the Master Carpenters to Black Elk, to Paul Little Chief, to Archangel Michael, to Jess and Edwin, Bucky, and lastly my dad.
Some of you might remember my process in forgiving my father. By forgiving him, all that was needed was one person in physical form, of his relations, to simply forgive him unconditionally. As a result of that, (I was the only one in the family who could forgive him), the unseen assistance that resulted was phenomenal-for me and even for some others. And really the most important thing was, it freed him so he could return to incarnation.
Kathryn had mentioned that he was coming back into physical form, and when that happened, he would be moving on. So with this 90 day re-hook up, I became aware that not just my father but all my ancestral guides were "retiring". In every 90 day class that we have done, I have asked for my cosmic memory to return. And one of my biggest life lessons has been to overcome the feeling of abandonment.
I feel the space that exists where this large presence of my ancestors used to be. Yet now, today, I don't have the feeling of abandonment and I believe my cosmic Grandfathers are just around the corner. A new time is come.
On this red white blue portal day, I chose nothing but redirecting muddy water, using NO power tools! The snow fall here has made me realize it is time to slow down to bring balance in. So I threw the Wood schedule away.
Together what we could not do alone; the more we can talk about things that we don't want to talk about, the lighter the load gets. Now is the time to pick up the talking stick.
Blew Thunder
