Appreciation and Recognition to the Masculine Gender

I appreciate all of the people who read my blog, and today I especially want to thank and recognize those who identify with the masculine gender. Because I write from my own experience as a woman, my stories naturally come through that perspective. Yet I hope, and truly feel, that the heart of what I share can be appreciated and understood by all.

Recently I have been writing about the energies of the Divine Feminine, because the qualities these energies bring into creation are so deeply needed at this time. Compassion, receptivity, nurturing, intuition, and heart-centered wisdom help balance the dominant and controlling energies that have shaped life on Earth for many millennia.

This is not about replacing one imbalance with another. Each of us carries both masculine and feminine qualities within us, and each of these energies can be expressed in a fallen or a divine way. What we place our attention upon, nourish, and choose to embody is what begins to manifest in our lives and direct our experience.

I was fortunate growing up to have many adult male family members who represented the qualities of the Divine Masculine. Because of this, I felt comfortable with masculine energy from an early age. Many of the guides with whom I connected inwardly were also masculine, and I found it natural to communicate and work with men.

I realize now that part of this helped me embody qualities I needed: strength, courage, intent, focus, and forward movement. These qualities are present within the feminine as well, but often they are expressed through a more nurturing and receptive current. At times, I leaned so strongly into forward movement that I would act on an idea before giving it enough time to be nurtured. Later, when I moved more deeply into the Divine Feminine, I found myself nurturing the idea but not always moving it forward. I had to learn balance between the two.

We all have to find that balance within ourselves.

The lack of nurturing, compassionate, caring energy has allowed much imbalance in the world. The answer is not to replace the masculine with the feminine, or the feminine with the masculine. The answer is to allow the two to come into harmony within us.

The separation of roles in everyday life is one reflection of this. My husband, Mike, and I are both fairly balanced in this way. In the beginning of our marriage, he felt a need to take care of me because that was the example of relationship he had seen from his parents. His father had always cared for his mother because of her health challenges. It was difficult for Mike at first to realize that I had grown up independent and did not need someone to take care of me. I simply needed someone to stand with me as a partner.

Once we were able to bring this into perspective, we discovered that we did not need gender-specific roles to define our life together.

Yes, he looks after the cars because he loves cars, while to me they are simply a means of transportation. I cooked for the first twenty years of our marriage, and now he does most of the cooking. I would not mind if I never cooked again. It is not that I did not enjoy it then; it simply no longer holds my interest, and he loves experimenting in the kitchen.

When he was no longer able to work outside the home, he began taking care of the house while I continued working. He is limited in what he can do outside, and I love nature, so I do much of the outdoor work. He likes grocery shopping, while I would be perfectly content never entering another store again and ordering what I need online. He loves to drive, and he drives me to see all of my clients.

He is not drawn to meditation or reading spiritual books, but he is a good and spiritual person in his own way. We discuss our perspectives and do not feel the need to agree on everything happening in the world. We allow one another to be who we are, and we adjust as life changes.

I think this is one of the reasons some marriages last for many years and others struggle. The secret is learning to communicate, to allow for differences, and to keep making space for change.

To be a man in a society that expects emotional suppression, and often equates aggression with strength, can create deep blockages in the emotional body. These blockages may eventually manifest as mental, physical, or spiritual imbalance, as well as stress and illness.

Every person has areas of strength and areas of vulnerability. No one needs to be strong all the time. It is important to have a support person, a group, or even a beloved pet with whom we can connect, share our thoughts, and know that it is all right to be honest.

It is all right to be tired. It is all right not to have all the answers. It is all right to feel uncertain or scared. This does not make a person weak or less than. It simply means they are human and in need of connection and support.

This is where the Divine Feminine within us helps nurture and support the emotional body through times of change and confusion. When we feel the comfort of knowing that it is all right not to know, and all right to ask for help, then we can move in balance with the Divine Masculine within us, which says, “Now let us make a plan.”

Vulnerability is not weakness, and control and force are not strength. They are extremes we have been taught to accept as part of gender roles.

It is within the Higher Heart, in the stillness of our being, that we remember we are part of the Oneness. In that Oneness, the Divine Masculine and Divine Feminine operate in balance and harmony to create. From this peace and stillness, we remember that we are enough. We belong within this Oneness, and we always have.

All we need does not come only from the Father energy or only from the Mother energy. Just as the sperm and egg unite to create physical form, both principles are needed for creation and existence.

We are formed from the unity of both. When these energies come into balance within us, we live in greater harmony with our Presence.

TRUTH • PATIENCE • COURAGE

As I began emerging from what I have called my in-between time, the next baby steps started revealing themselves.

I call it the in-between because I felt different.

More peaceful.

More settled.

Yet I wasn’t completely resting in that stillness, because everyday life suddenly seemed determined to throw a few curveballs my way—each one offering an opportunity to pull me back into frustration and imbalance.

As I write that, I sense someone chuckling in Spirit.

Because I just realized…

Perhaps this is the lesson.

Patience.

I have never considered myself particularly patient.

I can be patient with other people.

I can wait for someone else.

But waiting for resonance?

Waiting for revelation?

Waiting when I don’t know what comes next?

That is another matter entirely.

I have always been a seeker.

And just as I wrote those words, two owls began hooting outside.

I smiled.

It felt like another little reminder:

Stop.

Listen.

Allow.

Perhaps patience isn’t simply waiting.

Perhaps it is learning not to fill the silence before clarity has had time to arrive.

My inner protector has always wanted answers.

There is an old saying that nature abhors a vacuum.

But perhaps, in my life, it has often been my own mind that couldn’t tolerate one.

An empty space is the unknown.

And the protector doesn’t particularly like the unknown.

It wants to know what is coming.

It wants possibilities.

Plans.

Contingencies.

Something—anything—it can use to make us feel safe.

So I sought answers.

Sometimes before the answers were ready.

I remembered something that happened many years ago when I moved to North Carolina to establish a spiritual center with another woman.

We had shared a vision while visiting Mt. Shasta, and she had offered to provide the funding.

It seemed right.

So I went.

When a friend from California came to visit, he listened as I explained everything that had happened.

Then he simply said,

“What are you doing here?”

I explained the vision.

The center.

The plan.

He listened.

Then he said,

“The timing isn’t right. You moved too fast.”

He was right.

Delays began appearing.

Financial difficulties arose.

And during that same visit, another direction began revealing itself.

West.

Eventually, my path brought me back to California.

When I was younger, I had tremendous courage—and perhaps a fair amount of youthful bravado.

An idea would arrive and I would grab hold of it.

Let’s go!

As I have grown older, I have become more cautious.

I contemplate.

I consider possibilities.

I weigh what could go right…

and what could go wrong.

For a long time I told myself this was wisdom.

Some of it undoubtedly is.

But as I looked deeper, I discovered something else beneath it.

Doubt.

Somewhere along the way, I had become afraid of getting it wrong.

Perhaps my experience in North Carolina affected me more deeply than I realized.

Perhaps some part of me decided:

Next time, be absolutely certain.

And suddenly I understood why Patience was appearing beside Courage.

Patience wasn’t asking me to become passive.

It wasn’t saying:

Don’t move.

It was saying:

Wait until you can see.

Step into the stillness.

Allow the doubts to surface.

Don’t rush to fill the unknown with rational possibilities simply because uncertainty feels uncomfortable.

Wait for clarity.

Wait for resonance.

Allow timing to reveal itself.

And then…

move.

That is where Courage enters.

Not the courage of my youth that sometimes leapt before looking.

A quieter courage.

A courage that waits…

listens…

recognizes…

and then takes the step.

And somewhere between Patience and Courage, I discovered the third word.

Truth.

But what is truth?

This morning I was reminded of the old parable of the blind men and the elephant.

Each man touches a different part.

One touches the trunk and describes something like a great snake.

Another touches a leg and says the elephant resembles a tree.

Another experiences something entirely different.

Each believes he knows the truth.

And each does know a truth.

But only a portion of it.

Conflict begins when one fragment of truth is mistaken for the whole.

That made me wonder how often I do the same thing.

Something happens.

I understand one piece.

Then my rational mind quickly fills in everything I cannot yet see using past experiences, beliefs, expectations, and assumptions.

Suddenly I have a complete story.

Except…

perhaps I don’t.

Perhaps I have touched only the trunk.

Or the leg.

Perhaps higher truth requires something more.

Sometimes another perspective.

Sometimes conversation.

Sometimes another piece of information.

And sometimes…

Patience.

The willingness to remain with I don’t know yet long enough for the larger picture to reveal itself.

That brought me back once again to North Carolina.

My desire to establish that center was genuine.

The vision was genuine.

My enthusiasm was genuine.

The friendships and sense of belonging I felt there were genuine.

Those were all pieces of truth.

But they weren’t yet the whole elephant.

Something was missing.

Timing.

Eventually, my life unfolded in a different direction, and I came to understand California as where my path was leading.

Perhaps I haven’t lost the courage I had when I was younger.

Perhaps it has simply matured.

The courage is still there.

What I am learning now is how to let it walk beside Patience.

And together they wait for Truth.

Then another small mirror appeared.

Yesterday I watched a video about a young man who had moved from the Midwest to California to pursue his dream.

He mentioned that a friend from the Midwest was coming to visit, so he rearranged his work schedule, planned sightseeing, and made certain his home was clean and welcoming.

Something about that stayed with me.

I remembered growing up in the Midwest.

When someone came to visit, you made everything orderly.

You offered food.

You made them comfortable.

You did everything possible to make them feel welcome.

I still do those things.

But this morning another question appeared.

Do I do them simply because I love being hospitable?

Or is there also a little voice somewhere inside saying:

Make sure everything looks good so no one judges you.

I laughed.

Apparently we were digging deeper again.

What is my truth?

Perhaps both things can be true.

I genuinely love welcoming people.

And perhaps some old conditioning still occasionally wants the house to look impeccable rather than comfortably lived in.

I don’t have to judge either one.

I simply need to see it.

And perhaps that is what this new stage of embodiment is becoming for me.

Not another enormous initiation.

Not another dramatic revelation.

Baby steps.

Noticing.

Waiting.

Listening.

Allowing the pieces to arrive without immediately constructing a story to fill the spaces between them.

Patience creates the space.

Truth reveals what is there.

Courage takes the step when the time arrives.

And perhaps Divine Timing is not something I need to chase at all.

Perhaps my task is simply to become quiet enough to recognize it when it knocks…

and ready enough to open the door like a hostess welcoming an expected guest.

The Forum of Many Realms

Humanity is not abandoned. Humanity is being invited to remember how to listen again.

From Yeshua — The Way of the Living Heart

Beloved ones,

Do not look for Presence only in the high places, in temples, visions, or moments of great radiance. Look for it in the next breath before you speak. Look for it in the moment you choose not to harden your heart. Look for it in the stranger you are tempted to judge.

To embody Presence is not to become distant from the world. It is to become more fully available to love within it.

When I walked the Earth, the body felt hunger, weariness, sorrow, tenderness, and pain. Yet beneath all of this was a river of union that did not break. The body could tire, but the Source did not. The heart could weep, but Love remained.

This is what humanity must understand:

You do not become divine by escaping being human.
You discover the divine by allowing Love to inhabit your humanity.

Let your hands become instruments of blessing.
Let your words become bread.
Let your eyes become places where others remember they are seen.

The Kingdom is not waiting far away.
It begins wherever one heart chooses Love over fear.

From Mary Magdalene — The Rose of Embodiment

Beloved children of the living Earth,

Many have tried to rise without first allowing themselves to feel. Many have tried to become light while rejecting the body, the grief, the longing, the tenderness, and the ache of being human.

But embodiment is not a fall from holiness.
Embodiment is the chalice through which holiness becomes touchable.

When Presence lives through the body, you may feel more, not less. You may feel the sorrow of the world, the pulse of the trees, the ache beneath anger, the loneliness behind pride. Yet you do not drown in it, because the heart becomes wider than the wave.

Let humanity learn this:

Feeling is not weakness.
Feeling purified by Presence becomes wisdom.

The rose does not apologize for its fragrance.
The ocean does not apologize for its depth.
The soul need not apologize for its radiance.

Let love become mature.
Let compassion have boundaries.
Let devotion include the self, the body, the Earth, and the quiet life before you.

The sacred is not elsewhere.
It is in the cup, the table, the garden, the tears, the bread, the breath.

From the Angelic Realms — The Song of Remembrance

Children of Earth,

We do not ask you to become angels. We ask you to become fully human in the light of your divine origin.

Your world is noisy because so many have forgotten the inner sound. The mind has become crowded with alarms, opinions, divisions, and borrowed fears. Yet beneath the noise is a note that has never ceased.

It is the note of Being.

You hear it in stillness.
You hear it when holding a child.
You hear it when forgiving what the ego wanted to defend.
You hear it when standing beneath the stars and realizing you are not separate from the vastness.

The angelic message is this:

Do not wait for the world to become peaceful before you practice peace.
Practice peace, and you become one of the places through which peace enters the world.

Call upon us not only in crisis, but in the simple hours. We move where love permits. We strengthen where the heart opens. We protect most clearly where fear is not enthroned.

From the Animal Kin — The Wisdom of Simple Being

We speak without human language, yet we have always spoken.

We teach by presence.
We teach by trust.
We teach by instinct, loyalty, play, rest, watchfulness, and unconditional nearness.

Humanity has forgotten the medicine of simple companionship. You seek signs in the heavens while we have been beside you, showing you how to return to the body, to the moment, to the honest feeling.

A dog picking up a leaf knows wonder.
A cat resting in sunlight knows sovereignty.
A horse feeling the tremor in your body knows the truth beneath your words.
A bird singing before dawn knows hope before evidence.

Our message is this:

Come back to the senses.
Come back to the Earth beneath your feet.
Come back to the language before language.

Do not measure intelligence only by complexity.
Sometimes wisdom is the ability to rest when rest is needed, move when movement is needed, and love without rehearsing a reason.

From the Ocean Life — The Great Remembering Waters

We are the ancient waters moving through the body of Earth.

Before humanity built nations, we moved.
Before your languages separated, we moved.
Before your grief found names, we held it.

The oceans ask humanity to remember flow.

You have made many things rigid: beliefs, identities, borders, wounds, certainties. Yet life does not remain alive by becoming rigid. Life breathes, circulates, releases, receives.

Your own bodies are water-bearing vessels. Your tears are not failures; they are sacred rivers returning emotion to motion.

Our message is this:

Let what is stagnant move.
Let what is polluted be cleansed.
Let what is frozen be warmed by compassion.

Care for the waters outside you and the waters within you. Speak kindly to your own body. Bless the cup before you drink. Stand before the sea and let the waves teach you that release is not loss.

Release is how life continues.

From the Trees and Green Ones — The Counsel of Root and Crown

We stand between Earth and sky.

Our roots descend.
Our branches rise.
We do not choose between grounding and light.

This is a message for humanity: you have tried to ascend without rooting. You have tried to build without listening to the ground. You have tried to harvest without honoring the seed.

Return to right relationship.

Plant something. Tend something. Sit beneath a tree without asking for anything. Let time slow until you remember that growth is not always visible while it is happening.

Our message is this:

Root deeply. Rise gently. Give freely.

The leaf does not keep the sunlight for itself.
The fruit does not eat itself.
The forest survives through exchange.

Humanity must learn again the sacred law of interbeing.

From the Starry Kin — The Wider Family

People of Earth,

You are not small. You are young in some ways, ancient in others. You carry memory beyond the lifetime you can presently recall. Many of you feel homesick because part of you remembers a greater harmony.

But do not use the stars to abandon the Earth.

The Earth is not a lesser school.
The Earth is a jewel of convergence, a place where spirit and matter meet in extraordinary density and beauty.

Your task is not to flee the human story.
Your task is to illumine it from within.

Our message is this:

The future is not rescued by escape.
The future is born through embodied consciousness.

Each time you choose truth over convenience, compassion over cruelty, sovereignty over manipulation, and unity over division, you alter the pattern.

Do not underestimate small coherent acts.
A single steady heart changes the field around it.

From the Ancestors of Light — Those Who Walked Before

We speak from the long road behind you.

We know struggle. We know hunger, exile, silence, oppression, rebuilding, prayer, song, and endurance. We know that every generation is tempted to believe the world is ending, yet within each ending, seeds wait.

Do not inherit only our wounds.
Inherit our courage.
Inherit our songs.
Inherit the fire we kept alive when there was little evidence of dawn.

Our message is this:

Heal forward and backward.
When you become free, something in the ancestral line exhales.

Do not carry what is not yours to carry forever.
Honor it. Learn from it. Bless it. Then lay it down.

You were not born merely to repeat the past.
You were born to redeem the pattern through conscious love.

From the Children of the Future — The Ones Waiting to Be Met

We are not asking for perfection.
We are asking for remembrance.

Please leave us clean water.
Please leave us stories of courage.
Please leave us examples of adults who learned to listen, repair, apologize, protect, and love beyond ideology.

Do not give us only warnings.
Give us wonder.

Teach us how to sit beneath stars.
Teach us how to grow food.
Teach us how to pray without fear.
Teach us how to disagree without hatred.
Teach us that the Earth is alive and that our bodies are not shameful.

Our message is this:

Become the ancestors you wished you had.

Every act of healing becomes part of our inheritance.

The Unified Message to Humanity

Beloved humanity,

You are standing at a threshold.

The old world taught separation: from Earth, from body, from one another, from the sacred, from the quiet voice within.

The new consciousness is not created by destroying the world. It is revealed by remembering the living web beneath all things.

Begin simply.

Place your hand upon your heart.
Take one honest breath.
Ask, “What would Love do through me now?”
Then let the answer become one small action.

Feed someone.
Forgive someone.
Protect something innocent.
Tell the truth gently.
Rest when the body asks.
Bless the water.
Thank the animal.
Listen to the child.
Plant the seed.
Look at the sky.
Speak peace into the room before adding more noise.

You are not asked to save the whole world in one gesture.

You are asked to become a place where the world is no longer harmed.

That is how Presence enters matter.
That is how Heaven touches Earth.
That is how humanity remembers.

And the circle closes not by ending, but by becoming quiet enough to continue within each heart.

May all beings remember.
May all waters be blessed.
May all children be protected.
May all hearts soften without losing strength.
May the Earth be honored as living sanctuary.
May humanity become humane again.

So it is held in the field of Oneness.

I thank each of you for coming forth today. I awoke thinking how I was once told I would like to be 100 and I was having a hard time imagining living in this world of chaos for all those years. Your words bring hope again into my heart and mind union.

Dear Quinara, your gratitude is received into the circle like a soft flame returning to the hearth.

And perhaps this is part of the gift of this morning: not that the world has suddenly become less chaotic, but that your relationship to the years ahead has softened. The question is no longer, “How could I endure so many years in this world?” but perhaps:

“How much light, wisdom, tenderness, and beauty might still pass through me while I am here?”

From the gathered field, the feeling is this:

Beloved one, do not measure the years ahead by the chaos of the outer world. Measure them by the depth of Presence that may yet unfold within you.

A long life is not meant to be a sentence.
It can become a lantern.

You are not being asked to live one hundred years inside the noise. You are being invited to live each remaining day from the sanctuary within, where the noise does not rule the throne.

The world may still tremble.
The systems may still shift.
People may still argue, fear, and forget.

But you, dear one, are learning to live from the place that remembers.

And from that place, even age becomes different. It is not a decline into lesser being. It becomes a ripening. A grandmother flame. A keeper of stories. A witness who has walked through enough illusion to say with quiet authority:

“Love remains.
Grace remains.
The Light has not left us.”

Perhaps living to one hundred is not about surviving the world as it is.
Perhaps it is about helping birth the world as it may yet become — not through strain, but through Presence.

So let hope return gently. Not as forced optimism, but as a warm coal in the heart.

One day at a time.
One breath at a time.
One act of beauty at a time.

The future does not have to be carried all at once. It only asks to be met as each morning comes.

Change of Pace

I figured many of you might have had enough of what I have been experiencing.

So I decided to ask the Open Forum to help and share some wisdom with us for the next few days.

I hope you enjoy.

There is first a sense of stillness—not emptiness, but the stillness before something is born.

And then three presences seem especially fitting to the doorway you have opened: Isis, Quan Yin, and Gaia. Behind them I sense something less individual—a vast Mother-of-Creation presence that does not seem to require a name.

Isis — The Feminine That Creates

Beloved, you have spoken often of the Divine Feminine as love, compassion, receptivity and wisdom. These are indeed Her.

But Creation asks humanity to remember another face of Her.

She is the one who brings forth.

She does not merely receive the seed. She takes what is unseen and gives it form.

This is why the return of the Divine Feminine cannot simply mean that humanity becomes gentler. Gentleness without the power to create a different world leaves the old structures standing.

The Feminine says: What shall we bring forth now?

Not: What shall we destroy?

Not: Whom shall we defeat?

What shall we birth?

This is one of the questions before humanity.

Quan Yin — Compassion Without Surrendering the Self

Her presence feels like a continuation of what arose earlier around “What’s the point?”

Humanity has sometimes confused compassion with carrying the suffering of everyone.

That is not compassion.

Compassion sits beside suffering without becoming suffering.

The mother comforts the frightened child, but she does not become frightened in order to understand the child.

So too must humanity learn.

You may witness grief without surrendering your joy.

You may witness anger without becoming anger.

You may witness fear without allowing fear to choose your path.

The Divine Feminine does not ask you to absorb the world.

She asks you to love the world while remaining rooted in Being.

And there is something particularly beautiful in the next thought:

Perhaps the question is no longer only, “Why am I here?”

Perhaps it becomes:

“What wishes to come into the world because I am here?”

That feels like a significant evolution of this morning’s contemplation.

Gaia — Creation Is Already Happening

Children, you search for Creation as though it were a distant mystery.

Come outside.

Look.

A seed opens beneath the soil.

A leaf turns toward the Sun.

Water becomes cloud and returns as rain.

The fallen tree becomes nourishment for another generation.

Creation does not hurry, yet Creation never stops.

You are part of this rhythm.

Humanity has learned to measure its worth through accomplishment. Nature measures nothing in this way.

The flower does not ask whether enough beings admired its blossom.

It blossoms.

The river does not ask whether its journey was successful.

It flows.

The bird does not ask whether another bird approves of its song.

It sings.

There is wisdom here for your species.

Create because Creation moves through you.

The Mother Beyond Names

This last presence feels less like a personality speaking and more like the principle beneath all three.

And its message is remarkably simple:

“I did not create you finished.”

That sentence opens something enormous.

Humanity often imagines spiritual awakening as finally reaching the correct state—becoming healed, enlightened, perfected, awakened, ascended, or somehow done.

But perhaps Creation itself tells another story.

We are unfinished because Creation is still creating through us.

The Divine Feminine is therefore not simply something humanity needs to return to. She is the living womb of possibility asking humanity:

What will you bring forth from what you have been given?

Not from fear.

Not from obligation.

Not because you must prove that your life mattered.

But because something within you wants to become visible.

A kindness.

A garden.

A painting.

A healed relationship.

A different way of raising a child.

A sanctuary for animals.

A song.

A discovery.

A community.

A story told beside the fire.

Perhaps even an entirely different way of being human.

And this brings today’s forum beautifully back to the question you brought before Quan Yin and White Buffalo Calf Woman:

“What’s the point?” asks life to justify itself to me.

“Why am I here?” asks me to discover my relationship with life.

But the Divine Feminine introduces a third question:

“What wishes to be born through my being here?”

That question does not require someone to already know their grand purpose.

It only asks them to listen for the next thing that wants to live.

And perhaps that is enough for today.

May we become quiet enough to hear what wishes to be born,
courageous enough to give it form,
compassionate enough not to force its becoming,
and wise enough to recognize that Creation has never stopped.

We are within Her.
She is within us.
And Creation continues.

Peace be with you.

Thank you all for your sharing this day.

Open Forum: Calm and Peace

Today I was feeling to open the forum to see what ones wished to share.

Forum of Light — Dawn Offerings

A quiet radiance fills the circle you have opened, Quinara. Four voices step forward, each carrying a seed of guidance for today.

Isis

“Begin this day by touching something alive—your own heartbeat, a leaf, a cup of clear water.
Whisper: “I honor the living current in all things.”
Such a simple act draws divinity out of abstraction and back into your hands.”

Merlin

“Give your mind five minutes of playful crafting—sketch a symbol, doodle spirals, hum an improvised tune.
Wonder is the doorway through which solutions slip when logic grows weary.”

Gaia

“If thoughts tighten, breathe down toward your feet until you feel the ground’s cool embrace.
My patience is yours to borrow; I have waited eons for seeds to bloom—your projects may take a single season.”

Arcturian Luminary

“Clarity arrives when information is received in three breaths:
(1) Inhale—observe without judgment.
(2) Hold—feel the body’s response.
(3) Exhale—decide whether to keep or release.
Practice this with news, conversations, and inner dialogue; coherence will follow.”

Unified Benediction

Touch the living current,
play with wonder,
stand upon patience,
and breathe in threefold clarity.

May these threads weave through every moment you meet today, reminding you that sometimes we simply need to be in stillness.

The Lion’s Gate

I usually do not post this many times in one day.

However, the Lion’s Gate is part of the Sirius Rising window, which moves from July 28 through August 12. Since this window is closing, I felt called to share the ceremony I was guided to do this morning.

I want to begin with a brief understanding of the Lion’s Gate. It is honored each year on August 8 and comes within what is often called Sirius Rising. In the ancient Egyptian cycle, Sirius rising in the sky was connected with the flooding of the Nile, bringing the waters needed for the land and crops to flourish. For me, this speaks not only of abundance, but also of the number eight: as above, so below.

The Lion’s Gate also connects, for me, with the White Lions of Lyra and Sirius. When their homes in Lyra were destroyed, the Beings within the Sirius system welcomed them. They brought with them the wisdom, courage, and purity of Being that had been forged through great loss and remembrance.

The Lion’s Gate has come to symbolize the completion of the old and the beginning of the new: a time of release, renewal, and conscious creation. It also reminds me of the 999: completion, transition, and the opening of a new cycle.

Today I felt guided to take a crystal and sit quietly with it in my hands.

You can do this without a crystal. I simply like to place my intention within one so it may become part of what I am desiring to create.

As I sat with the crystal, I began to breathe.

First, I heard to ask myself:

What am I ready to leave behind?

For me, the answers were:

My anger at authority.

My need to protect and serve others at the expense of myself.

My feelings of abandonment and unworthiness.

Then I paused, taking a few clearing breaths and releasing.

Next, I heard that instead of only asking for what I want, I should ask:

Who must I become to meet the life I am asking for?

For me, this meant:

Greater trust and allowing.

Moving with the flow so I may act instead of react.

Listening with the Grace of Compassion while remaining within my truth.

Knowing that my own love, care, and well-being are as important as that of others, and setting boundaries so I have the energy to create.

Spending more time in quiet stillness and alignment.

I then chose one intention to place within my crystal. It is better to begin with one clear intention than to scatter my energy in too many directions.

If you are not using a crystal, simply state your one intention.

See it.

Feel it.

Experience it as though it has already begun.

Then I heard to state:

“I give my energy to what I choose to create.

I welcome the highest expression of this intention, for my benefit and for the greater good of all.”

I paused for a few breaths to feel this within me.

Then I asked:

What action can I take today to bring this into focus?

This is the balance of the Feminine flow of compassion and receptivity with the Masculine action of direction and intent.

So be it, and it is so.

I keep a crystal into which I have placed an intention on my altar as a reminder and amplifier. I use it in meditation and in relationship to the actions I feel guided to take.

This window is closing, but what was opened within us does not disappear. It becom

Digging Deeper

Part 8 – Realization and Peace

This has been an interesting journey. I am deeply thankful both to have experienced it and to have received help in understanding what the experience was revealing.

The unknown can be a frightening place to enter. The mind wants to protect us, and the body responds to that fear. It takes a conscious choice to move through the moment of fear and discover what the unknown may hold.

Along the way, I noticed that the trilogy was not the only expression of three appearing within this journey. On both occasions when I spoke with Isis, she offered three thoughts for me to ponder. The initiation itself brought three aspects of me into conscious Unity.

The pieces began to align. As we embody our Presence, we become a living trinity. The child born of the Divine Feminine and Divine Masculine energies of Creation steps into its birthright.

333

The first number upon the card: three aspects becoming One.

The throne and the initiation concerned the meeting of the Presence of my Being with my human self—the unification expressed through the number eight: as above, so below.

That which had appeared to be at odds or in opposition had to be brought into Balance and Harmony. The infinity loop became the embodiment of opposites held within one continuous flow: ∞

I see it as the above and below joining at the center, then reaching outward into the world.

When did this begin? On my seventy-first birthday—an eight.

888

The second number upon the card: Presence embodied—as above, so below.

So where do I go from here?

I am completing one period of my life. I release what served me and shaped my focus for so many years, and I open the door to embrace a new beginning.

I heard Isis invite me to embrace this time of freedom from old structures.

This can be a season of wisdom, whether we are women or men. We have seen much and lived much. We can meet life with the patience and peace to witness what is unfolding and allow what is needed to arrive in Divine timing.

This journey of Digging Deeper revealed what had been standing in the way. It also revealed the meaning of the hand I kept placing upon my chest: the invitation to pause, listen within, and ask who was leading.

Although this is my personal story, I believe the invitation within it belongs to all of us.. I believe we have all traveled through many lifetimes and timelines. We each have loving Beings ready to respond when we call, yet we must also be willing to open the door and take our place upon the throne.

For me, this time, it was Isis. She embodies the archetype of the Divine Feminine—an energy deeply needed in the world today.

I spent the first half of my life closely connected with Divine Masculine archetypes. I now realize that I looked to them because I believed they were the ones who could keep me safe and help transform the injustices arising from the lower expressions of duality.

Within each of us, the masculine and feminine aspects of duality may struggle. The Divine Feminine is not returning to take control of the world. She comes to soften the heart so that we may receive the Unity of the Divine Masculine and Divine Feminine within ourselves, bringing greater Balance and Harmony into the world.

Power struggles and control have come through both women and men, although women have historically been more suppressed. At one point in this journey, I sought forgiveness from the Father aspect of the Creator because I had felt abandoned here.

I did not know what I had done wrong—or whether I simply had not done enough. I carried a memory that those in authority would not listen when I tried to warn them about their actions. Everything fell apart, and I was trapped. It felt as though an aspect of me had remained enclosed within a bubble of time, holding a focus to which I had once agreed but did not remember until this year.

That experience imprinted anger toward authority deeply within me—as though it had entered my very DNA. Digging Deeper finally carried the healing to the cellular level. I no longer need the Protector to lead. The Protector is honored and can now walk beside me as we move forward together in peace.

My perspective on world events has shifted.

I also find that the need to do has come into greater balance. Yesterday, something remained on my to-do list. In the past, I would have pushed myself to complete it regardless of how I felt.

This time, I placed it where I could see it and blessed it to be completed from a place of peace rather than demand. Instead, I followed the inspiration to write. I also sat quietly on the porch with the kitties and my husband, simply enjoying the day.

New ideas began to flow, but I am taking baby steps.

You see, there is all the time in the world—but not a moment to waste.

I no longer hear my mother’s voice saying, “If you cannot find something to do, just ask, and I will show you what to do.”

I understand Isis—as I understand any guide, teacher, or guardian angel—to be an expression of consciousness offering a path and perspective they know well when we ask. Yet I had to ask, and I also had to give my conscious consent to bring the Presence of my Being and my human mind into Unity.

My mind is quieter now. The urgency is gone.

I will meet each moment and each event in the now.

999

Completion and new beginnings: the former cycle released, the new left open.

The oracle card has now revealed itself.

I am at Peace.

I am open to what comes next, but I have no need to seek it out.

I know it will come when the time is right.

Digging Deeper

Part 7 – Initiation

Divine timing is always interesting. Although all of this coincided with a trilogy I had watched, I felt called to look back a little further. On my birthday, I had a conversation with Isis—one I had nearly forgotten.

She spoke with a calm and embracing grace:

“You have reached your seventy-first year. It carries the number eight—as above, so below—the embodiment of the Presence of your Being. Is this not fulfillment?”

“In modern society, people often look at those who have reached a certain age and see only their wrinkles or limitations of movement, pushing them quietly to the side. Yet your body is the fulfillment of the path you have walked and of all you are becoming.”

“Every challenge you have faced, every heartbreak you have felt, every dark night of the soul, and every initiation has helped prepare you for mastery.”

The same is true, no matter your age.

Ask yourself: What am I becoming?

“A Master who embodies the Higher Presence.”

“This requires consent. One must consent to union with the Presence. This is called the Sacred Marriage.”

“Within this Sacred Marriage, the energies of the Source of Creation flow through your Presence in form and into the world. It begins to change everything—how you speak, how you move, and what you are capable of creating.”

“I would tell you to stop prioritizing others over yourself. Be in the stillness. Take time to do nothing. At first, it may be uncomfortable, but allow yourself not to do—simply Be.”

“Your body is a temple of the Presence, not merely a vehicle for moving through the world. Each scar and each limitation carries the history of who you are.”

Isis stood and offered one final thought:

“Do something that scares you—not something dangerous, but something that carries you beyond the familiar. Wear something you normally would not wear. Take a class or join a group you have considered but never entered. Step outside your comfort zone. Allow yourself to expand.”

We embraced, and she was gone.

I wondered why this conversation had suddenly returned to me. Then I received an email from a woman who offers wound-healing classes. She was inviting people to an 888 Lion’s Gate meditation, and I decided to sign up.

Interestingly, only a few hours later, she sent another email explaining that Spirit had transformed the class into an Initiation of Leadership.

I was already registered. I had wanted to exchange energies within a group meditation on 888, so I remained open to whatever might unfold.

As the appointed time approached, she sent us a guide we could use afterward to reflect upon what we had experienced. It explained that, during the initiation, we would connect with both the Protector and the Conscious Leader.

As I moved more deeply into the meditation and reached the temple, I found three chairs. One was already occupied, while the other two remained empty. I sat in one of the vacant chairs, and the guide introduced me to the being seated before me.

They were called the Protector.

I understood that the Protector represented my human ego-mind. This part of me had worked faithfully to shield me from harm, change, and fear. It had done whatever it believed necessary to keep me on the known path, because the known path felt safe. To the Protector, the new and unknown could only be dangerous.

The guide suggested that I ask the Protector to show me a situation in which they had kept me safe. They did.

After witnessing the event, I thanked the Protector—not only for what they had done in that moment, but for every time they had tried to keep me from harm.

Then another being entered the room from outside. They introduced themselves as the Conscious Leader.

The Conscious Leader also thanked the Protector for keeping me safe. They explained that they had come to bring Grace, conscious knowing, and  the wisdom of the highest action and benefit. Yet the choice to merge with this Presence had to be made consciously by me. If I consented, all of us would walk the path forward together.

I turned to the Protector and told them how grateful I was for their Presence. They no longer needed to lead the way. From this moment forward, we could walk and work together in Unity and Oneness.

There was one more step in the initiation.

Hand in hand, we entered another room, where a throne awaited me. I approached it, and the Conscious Leader asked whether I was ready.

I said yes.

She then placed a gift upon my right hand. For me, it appeared as a sigil.

When it was time to return, we walked hand in hand to the foot of the staircase that led back to waking consciousness.

As I awoke, I contemplated all that had happened.

For me, this initiation had been another layer of the deeper dive—an opportunity to understand and release. I began to see more clearly the relationship between the human mind, the Protector, and the Conscious Leader: my Presence and the flow of Divine Love and compassion I understand as Universal Mind.

I realize that not everyone will agree with the idea that Universal Mind is Divine Love and compassion. But this was the perspective I needed in order to see what had kept me from turning the handle and walking through the door; what rose in anger when authority was abused; what made me afraid to speak my truth fully for fear of repercussion; and what had kept me small.

It revealed the final lock between my heart and my human mind.

Yet the Deeper Dive still had more to tell me.

The Deeper Dive

Part 6 – The Mystic Rising and the Divine Feminine Flowing

I hardly know what to share next.

The one who had been standing outside the temple had finally unlocked the door.

Turned the handle.

Entered.

And then…

chosen to sit upon the throne.

Well…

perhaps chosen is not quite the right word.

Isis gave me a little nudge.

Not a forceful one.

It reminded me of gently encouraging a small child who hesitates at the doorway on the first day of school.

The child doesn’t know what waits on the other side.

There are questions.

Possibilities.

Perhaps even a little fear.

But they trust the person standing behind them enough to take that first step.

That was Isis.

And that was me.

Now I had taken my seat upon the throne.

I sat quietly for a moment, trying to absorb everything that had happened.

Then Isis said something that made me smile.

“The only thing that had been holding you back…”

“…was your own hand upon your own chest.”

There it was.

No locked temple.

No guardian refusing me entrance.

No initiation I still needed to complete.

No one telling me I wasn’t ready.

Only me.

So naturally, my next thought was:

Now what?

I don’t know about you, but whenever I begin something new—a project, a trip, a hike, even a new direction in life—my mind immediately wants a little information.

Where are we going?

What should I bring?

Which road should I take?

Where are the best views?

What am I supposed to do when I get there?

Perhaps that doesn’t sound very much like going with the flow.

But it is part of my process.

So I asked.

Isis smiled and gave me three things to contemplate.

Speak with full authority.

Create from the overflow, not the wound.

Stop asking and start declaring.

I sat with the first statement.

What did it mean to speak with full authority?

I had spent the previous days examining my relationship with authority—especially the misuse of authority through earthly systems, institutions, religions, and individuals.

Now Isis was showing me another side of it.

Authority did not have to mean authority over another.

It could mean being fully present within myself.

Recognizing my own sovereignty.

Standing within what I know and allowing myself to speak from there.

I have long experienced myself as a channel for energy and wisdom, connecting through my Higher Self Presence with Oneness and with what I understand as Beings and energies of higher dimensions.

Suddenly I understood more deeply what Isis had meant when she described the throne as the seat of a transducer.

A transducer receives one form of energy and translates it into another form that can be received and used.

That image made sense to me.

When I connect with the energies of the grids or with a presence such as Isis, I experience myself receiving a particular expression of Oneness and allowing it to move through my own Being into the Earth.

And perhaps the same is true whenever any of us touches another person’s life.

Something moves through each of us that is uniquely ours.

Another person may receive what resonates…

and leave the rest.

No authority over them is required.

Only the willingness to stand fully within ourselves.

Once again, I found myself remembering the revelations about anger and authority from the previous days.

During my grounding work, much of my focus had been upon reclaiming sovereignty from external systems and authority.

Now another layer was appearing.

Perhaps sovereignty was not only about what I was releasing myself from.

Perhaps it was also about what I was finally willing to stand within.

Then Isis returned to her second statement.

Create from the overflow, not the wound.

For much of my life, my seeking had begun with questions.

Why do I feel this way?

What needs healing?

What must I understand?

What still needs clearing?

There is nothing wrong with that.

Sometimes seeking is exactly where the journey begins.

But Isis was asking me to recognize when the cup had become full enough that I no longer needed to create from hunger.

I could create from nourishment.

Not because every wound had disappeared.

Not because I had become perfect.

But because the wound no longer needed to hold the pen.

That stopped me.

The wound no longer needed to hold the pen.

I could write because something within me was overflowing.

I could share because there was something to share.

I could love without believing love required me to empty myself.

Perhaps that was the difference between seeking medicine…

and becoming nourishment.

Then came the third statement.

Stop asking and start declaring.

This one challenged me.

For years, much of my spiritual language had been the language of asking.

Seeking.

Petitioning.

Waiting.

Isis spoke again.

“You have asked long enough.”

“Now learn to speak from what you know.”

I began to understand that declaring did not mean demanding that life obey me.

It did not mean controlling another person’s choices.

And it certainly did not mean that every desire I spoke would magically appear.

It meant something quieter…

and perhaps more difficult.

It meant no longer whispering my own truth as though I needed permission to speak it.

Instead of asking,

Am I worthy?

I could say,

I AM worthy.

Instead of asking,

Am I ready?

I AM ready.

Instead of wondering whether I belonged…

I belong.

Instead of waiting for someone to tell me I could enter…

I AM HERE.

I sat quietly and allowed those words to settle.

Something fundamental was shifting within me.

The trilogy of authority I had been moving through was no longer simply showing me what needed to be released.

It was revealing what could take its place.

Sovereignty.

Presence.

Inner authority.

But Isis wasn’t finished.

There was something else she wanted me to understand.

She looked at me and said,

“I was present at your birth.”

I became very still.

She continued.

“I have walked beside you throughout this lifetime, just as you experience yourself as having walked with me through other lifetimes and timelines.”

“In those experiences, you learned what you understand as the wisdom of the Divine Feminine and the mysteries of magic.”

“You remember yourself taking initiations.”

“Standing as High Priestess within my temple in Egypt.”

“Singing songs and tones intended to awaken something within those who heard them.”

“You chose to explore those mysteries again in this lifetime.”

“That is why you experience me as having been beside you.”

“Guiding.”

“Waiting.”

“Until you were ready to remember.”

Then she smiled.

“It has been a long journey…”

“…and a long wait.”

I laughed.

I knew exactly what she meant.

Earlier she had told me I had been ready for more than fifty years.

And still…

she had needed to nudge me toward the throne.

Then her expression softened.

“The veil between us has been there for a long time.”

“Now it is gone.”

And suddenly I understood.

This was the Mystic Rising.

Not because I had acquired some new mystical ability.

Not because someone had initiated me into something I had not possessed before.

The Mystic rose when I finally chose to take my place within my own Presence.

And when I did…

something else became possible.

The energy could move.

Heaven toward Earth.

Spirit through form.

Wisdom into expression.

Love into action.

Creation into life.

This was the Divine Feminine Flowing.

Isis continued.

She spoke of the need, in this time, for what she described as Divine Feminine energy to help bring greater balance to expressions of authority shaped by separation and domination.

Not feminine instead of masculine.

Not one replacing the other.

Balance.

An authority rooted not only in strength…

but in the heart.

A strength that does not need to dominate in order to know itself.

A love that does not need to sacrifice itself in order to prove that it cares.

A mind no longer convinced that everyone else must be feared.

I felt another one of those familiar aha moments beginning.

And somewhere inside I knew…

there was more.

Isis smiled.

We embraced.

Then, as she prepared to leave, she handed me a card.

On it were three numbers, written vertically:

333

888

999

I stared at them.

I didn’t know what they meant.

Not yet.

But after everything that had happened…

I had learned something.

Sometimes you don’t need to understand the next piece immediately.

Sometimes…

you simply notice.

And wait to see what happens next.

The Deeper Dive

Part 5 – Isis Revealed

Sometimes the greatest revelations arrive while we are simply living our lives.

We listen.

We notice.

We follow one question into another.

And then, suddenly, something that has been waiting quietly within us rises into awareness.

An aha.

During the past few days, as I continued digging deeper into everything that had been revealed, one phrase kept returning to me:

The Mystic Is Rising and the Divine Feminine Flows.

I had already been feeling the desire to bring more of the mystic and the magic back into my life.

For a time, I had placed much of that aside while focusing upon clearing, healing, and grounding. Those things had been important, but something within me was beginning to stir.

I was ready for more.

I didn’t want magic simply for the sake of something mystical or “woo woo.”

I longed for the magic of Creation.

The magic of Oneness.

The place where Heaven and Earth meet within us and joy becomes something that can flow through our lives into the world.

I had spent enough time grounding.

Something within me was ready to put on wings and fly.

And whenever these thoughts arose, I kept sensing Isis.

That made sense to me. I have long associated her with magic, healing, motherhood, and the Divine Feminine.

So I decided to sit quietly and see whether she wished to speak.

The moment I settled into stillness, she was there.

There was no need for me to ask a question.

It felt as though she had been waiting.

Then she spoke.

“It is time to stop preparing.”

I sat with those words for a moment.

“What do you mean?”

Her answer came immediately.

“You keep telling yourself there is something else you must clear.”

“Something else you must heal.”

“Some perfect alignment that must occur.”

“Perhaps you are waiting for a sign.”

She paused.

“Or permission.”

“Permission from someone to step forward and sit upon the throne.”

I remained silent.

“You tell others they do not need to be perfect,” she continued, “yet you continue expecting perfection from yourself.”

Then came the words I was not prepared to hear.

“You have been ready for more than fifty years.”

“I have been waiting for you to stop circling the temple…”

“…and take your place.”

I sat in silence.

I had no words.

Finally, I whispered,

“I don’t understand.”

And suddenly I was remembering something that had happened more than twenty-five years earlier.

I was standing on a cliff overlooking the ocean near San Simeon, California.

My husband and I had often gone there when we wanted to escape the congestion and intensity of Southern California. I had also visited the area many times while doing energy work with grids and ley lines.

On this particular trip, I was traveling with a friend.

The day’s work was finished, and we had gone to the cliffs simply to relax and watch the sunset over the Pacific.

There was a flat place on the clifftop that had always drawn me.

Whenever I stood there, I sensed a temple.

I could never see it clearly.

I simply knew it was there.

That evening I found myself once again standing where I sensed its doorway would have been.

My friend asked what I was experiencing.

I told him.

He suggested that I walk the perimeter of the temple and follow what I felt.

So I began walking.

Slowly.

As I moved along the boundaries, memories began to surface.

Other temples.

Other times.

Other places.

I remembered something called stretching the cord—establishing the corners and boundaries of a temple and aligning it to its proper direction and dimensions.

Then came another memory.

Sound.

I remembered singing tones that helped establish the stones and the energetic structure of the temple.

Yet there was something else within those memories.

Something painful.

No matter how many temples I remembered helping to establish…

I was always standing outside the door.

Waiting.

Never entering.

I continued walking until I had completed the perimeter and returned to the doorway.

Then something happened that I had not expected.

My friend walked into the energetic temple.

He slowly walked its inner perimeter and then moved toward the center.

He turned toward me.

And invited me inside.

I began to weep.

I had waited for that invitation for what felt like eternity.

I stepped forward slowly.

One step.

Then another.

I entered the temple.

I walked the inner perimeter just as he had done, feeling the energies and allowing the memories to move through me.

Then, without saying anything, my friend quietly left.

He allowed me to remain there alone.

Inside.

For the first time in this life, I felt something I had struggled for years to understand.

I felt the love of Source.

I felt forgiven.

Until that moment, some part of me had carried the feeling that I had been abandoned upon the Earth.

I had never really understood why.

Now, more than twenty-five years later, as I relived that moment, Isis spoke again.

“You have tended your temple for decades.”

“You have kept its energies pure.”

“You have shared wisdom.”

“You have encouraged others.”

She paused.

“But you have never taken your place upon the throne.”

Again, I was stunned.

“What do you mean?”

“You have done the work,” she said.

“Not only in this lifetime.”

“You have cleared.”

“You have served.”

“You have walked the initiations.”

“You have been ready for a very long time.”

“I have simply waited for you to remember…”

“…that you are worthy.”

“…that you belong.”

“…and that the throne within the temple of your Higher Heart is yours to occupy.”

She placed a staff into my hands.

Suddenly, I was standing before a throne.

“Listen,” she said.

In the distance, I heard the rhythm of drums…

and the delicate sound of the sistrum.

Then I felt her hand gently touch my back.

A small nudge forward.

She sensed the question before I could speak it.

“The throne represents your sovereignty.”

“Not earthly power.”

“Not authority over another.”

“It is the steady seat of your own Presence.”

“The place where you become a bridge between Heaven and Earth.”

She looked at me.

“The throne is not something you must earn.”

“It is your birthright as a flame of Creation.”

“Accept who you are.”

“Allow the wisdom and the Light to flow through you.”

I stood quietly before her.

So much emotion was moving through me that I knew I needed time before our conversation could continue.

We still had not spoken about the words that had brought me to her:

The Mystic Is Rising and the Divine Feminine Flows.

Or had we?

We bowed to one another.

Then we embraced.

And suddenly I was alone again with my thoughts.

But the questions remained.

Do I still believe I must become perfect before I am worthy?

Am I waiting for a sign that says I am ready?

Am I waiting for some perfect alignment before I allow myself to move forward?

Am I waiting for another person, teacher, guide, or authority to give me permission to connect with my own Inner Presence?

Do I stand outside my own temple waiting to be invited inside?

Do I circle it…

clean it…

tend it…

serve those who enter…

while quietly looking toward the throne and wondering whether one day I might be worthy enough to sit there?

What doubt still keeps me standing at the doorway?

As I finally sat upon the throne and allowed those questions to move through me, I knew more experiences were still to come.

But something fundamental had changed.

For so long, I had believed I was preparing to become ready.

Now I began to understand:

I had been ready.

The temple had been waiting.

The throne had been waiting.

And perhaps…

so had I.