Sacred Women's Circle

The earthen pot was venusian, with breasts and a large belly. It sat inside a pink pot, with a painting of a pussy. This piece was central to the women’s sacred circle we had today. In the pot within the pot were the flowers freshly picked by the participants. Around it lay an artistic assemblage of flowers, spirals, bowls, and card decks.

I was late. Oops. I didn’t get the memo I was supposed to steal flowers from the neighborhood. The sun was setting and it was about to turn into a full moon night. The event was organized by Dona and Imana. Dona is a yoga teacher and the matriarch of the Earth School, while Imana is a Pleiadian starseed and sound healer as mentioned in the previous post.

Overjoyed to see Imana today. It broke my heart when she last said goodbye to me. I thought I wouldn’t see her again. She brought a wonderful drum today — I loved it so much — and I felt her play it for me at around 12 midnight a few hours ago. Veil is thin tonight, as any full moon night.

Summary of the Circle

Dona was intuitive with her approach on opening the female body for the dance steps that were about to follow. She started with hand movements in front of the heart center, progressing to opening the central channel, and connecting the root and the feet chakras into the earth.

I feel the only thing she missed was asking the participants to breath from the abdomen. Then again that’s just my opinion. The entire session lasted two hours and was quite exhilarating. It was my first time to be in a women’s circle, and I probably was the youngest among nine. There was a new face I met, who was Dona’s yoga teacher.

We had some lassi at the end of the circle and called it a night. I didn’t like the taste and gave it away. Dusty drove me back home on her 4×4 motorbike. Her headlights were down, and as we sped by the main road it was lovely to watch the stars and the clear night sky. It’s been December-cool this past week — probably the reason why I got a fever for 4 days.

Tomorrow I’m getting out and go trespass again into my friend’s property. He’s been looking forward to see me and wanted to pick me up with his motorbike. I said it’s cool, I’ll surprise you.

The Color That Must Not Be Named

Spirit asked me to integrate a new color recently. I can’t say the name; it’s like Voldemort. The color that must not be named. When I integrated it in my womb space, I had a vision of bones rising from the dark space of my mind and assembling into a towering feline skeleton.

She was huge and furious and she lunged at me, saying, “Who dares use [the color]?” A pool appeared and I jumped into it, while the skeleton turned into a Siberian white tiger and then an orange tiger. Oh, I thought, this must be my spirit animal. The frequency of the new color is, I’m guessing, renewal.

The new color was silky and prophetic. In my consciousness, it brought me tiny living beings. The first one was a ball case with an animal inside. The second was a transluscent and sparkling red bag with a bright gold star inside. I forgot the third. All three were symbols of important events in the near future.

Spilled in my consciousness, the new color showed me visions of cities and how it is bathing everyone in it. The color was home to sacred beings that cannot be seen by the naked eye. And they coexisted with the physical reality.

Some of them were particularly gigantic, while others existed as regular spirit beings and animals. The only difference was that they had a high frequency, one that was attuned to innocence. They are bringing balance upon the collective.

// 09 Mar 2023