Category: Shamanism,

Supercharged intuition

An early morning ride on this sunny, autumn day, in my hometown in regional NSW Australia, reminded me yet again of the richness of connecting with intuition. Around me the birds either sang their greetings or flew into the clearest of skies…blue with hues of soft sunlight only a morning in autumn can deliver.

Many said hello as I passed. The magpie with its warbling song, the crow with its oftentimes eery caw, the cheeky cockatoo wanting to be the loudest…and succeeding. I thought a lot about my father on that ride. A farmer, gifted in stock handling and especially horses, he spent most of his life outdoors amongst nature and with animals. My early life was spent with him and he passed onto me that connection with the land. Once it was a horse I rode, nowadays, I ride my e-bike every day.

As I rode down rural Forbes Street today, I was struck by how in-tune I was with the animals I encountered from the birds to the racehorses…all bringing memories of my childhood and my father’s love of the farm and its animal inhabitants.

I spoke to these animals, bowed and greeted them as I had been taught in my old Shaman classes, and received respectful and special communication back. I always ask the cockatoos to fly close and over my head…they always do as I celebrate their uniqueness. This is the way I roll, deeply connected to the animal world. Aside from my father giving me opportunities to grow up with animals, my Chiron (the wound) is in Pisces (psychic flow, the collective and spirituality). I literally feel healed when I am in nature and I know many of you do too.

The chart in this post is cast today over Washington, though we are very close to a new moon in Pisces no matter where you’re located. On March 10, the moon is new at 20 degrees Pisces at 5:00am ET. New moons are about beginnings. They are a time to set intentions, goals…a time to dust off your dreams and imagine their reality, to take concrete steps toward them if possible. As this new moon is in the psychic sign of Pisces, you have the opportunity to dig deeply into your intuition. What are your deepest hopes and dreams? Are you living in a way that honours them?

Last night we heard the US President Joe Biden deliver one of the best speeches I’ve seen from him (I make this judgement as a former speechwriter for government Ministers). It was a slam dunk, knock out blow to his opponents. The best headline is reoccurring across social media: “Joe smoked ’em all”. And he did. It was a good time astrologically for this speech. Look at the stellium (multiple planets) in Pisces in the Washington chart, in the 10th House (public, government). Everyone in that room, and many watching on their screens, knew he spoke the truth. The MAGA Republicans could not deny his strident points on consensus v hate, freedoms v imposition and loss of rights, real action and results v gaslighting and inaction, political violence v civility…I could go on. I imagined many were squirming in their seats. They looked and felt like losers, and those lost without the brazenness of unchecked power.

No one could argue with Biden last night. They ‘knew’ what he was saying was true. The evidence was there and the intuitive knowing as well. He really did ‘smoke them’.

I am convinced it is a finale that is unfolding now in the US. These turbulent times will be settled and settled well for a foreseeable future at least. Joe Biden, while imperfect as many politicians can be, is a strong and able president for these times and, as I have long seen, he beats his opponent, the criminally indicted ex president trump, hands down. He will well and truly ‘smoke’ him too.

Understanding the energy ecosystem

Are ‘demons’ and ‘angels’ real. It’s not what you think…and yes I believe in higher energy beings (angels) and negative, lower energies however the interpretation and the ‘life’ you give these energies resides within yourself. 

My latest podcast began with a nightmare I had last week. Long black hands extending out of nowhere, seemingly, had firmly affixed themselves to my neck and were strangling the life out of me. I tried to move in this nightmarish state and couldn’t. Some people describe this as sleep paralysis. Something registered in some part of my being and in a split second, I fired white light from my own hands and said, “YOU ARE THE LIGHT”. Almost immediately, the black hands let go and I was free.

I’m sure Jung would unpick this nightmare and Dr Sigmund Freud would have a field day with it, as we say in Australia. Field days are agricultural fairs where all manner of agricultural equipment, food and people are located and congregated. It has always been a wonderful day out for rural families here. Anyway, back to the point of the nightmare, it revealed a couple of important things…firstly, I had control over what was attempting to strangle me…I was more powerful than I gave myself credit for…and secondly, I did not say I, I said ‘you are the light’.

Perhaps that’s the lesson. When we have good intentions for another in our hearts, no matter what, the destructiveness stops…and we are free.

My podcast is available on Apple, Spotify, Podbean and other platforms, and you can listen here: https://www.podbean.com/ew/pb-cm5hi-1449223

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Remembering

Years ago when I was travelling back and forth on my daily commute to Canberra, past the infamous and mysterious Lake George, I had what can only be described as an ‘out of body’ experience. As I drove past the steep craigs and thick Australian bush, I ‘heard’ or felt the sound of a deep beat. It wasn’t perceived with my ears…rather my whole being. It was what I can only describe as the sound of the earth itself.

Lake George is an anomaly in Australia. It doesn’t have a known water source and is an endorheic lake (a drainage basin that retains water and has no outflow). Water seems to appear during the rainy season and recede during the successive hot weeks and months. I’ve seen it almost bone dry, and full enough to lap the edges of the highway. This day was clear with blue skies and sun. It felt like I was driving into a haze with a pulsating, ever-present, earthly beat. I shook myself out of this state, as I was driving. A little unnerved, I continued on my way to work. I never forgot that day.

Around that time, I had a dream I will also never forget. I was at Lake George and alongside me walked an Aboriginal Elder. He showed me a landscape that was destroyed, but in the distance, beyond the blackened and broken trees, was the lake. He pointed me to it, and I understood I was to cross that barren ground by myself and that, one day, I’d reach the water. I became aware that there would be trials to undergo, but that reaching the water was the goal.

As with most things that come from these rich esoteric realms, it takes time, and experience, to understand their meaning. After that dream and my experience at Lake George, I lost my dad, my mum and my sister, and I went through cancer surgery, chemotherapy and radiation – all within years of one another. Life dealt me huge blows and the opportunity to grasp hope and have faith that the lessons would reveal to me a sanctuary of understanding and wisdom.

We’ve all been in this place, and we’ve all had to climb out of it, stronger than before.

I wrote about my dream at the time. I know that place the Aboriginal Elder pointed to was a metaphor for coming back to my heart, changed yet renewed. In hindsight, the dream and the subsequent poem were prophetic.

Water giver

One day I remembered, what I was supposed to do.
I thought of the ground I had walked on,

This earth; this lifetime,
Across green fields, and dust, and fire,
Always towards the lake’s edge. To the water.

I walked beside a guide on my journey.
I didn’t look into his eyes; I feared that.

This Shaman.
I remember he pointed to the water,
A million miles away, across alien landscape,
Barren and destroyed by…I’m not sure.

I only knew I had to cross that wasteland,
With its dead trees and murky shadows,
To get to the water, for whatever his reason,
For pointing to it, as if I knew.

I remember now that water nourishes,
And quenches thirst. 

It carries things away,
Like words and thoughts, and experiences,

And leaves something new, and clear.

I crossed that barren land…like he said,
To find myself, and now to write these words.