2017: The Turning Point ~ An Oracle’s Prophecy

by Jennifer on November 21, 2016

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November, 2016

White, like the face of the high-up moon, the new blank page presses against your heart. You mistake it first for just another pressure you can’t respond to, can’t handle. You close in on yourself further and the shell that keeps you going. You find that in its furthest corners is another way…a softer way you hadn’t seen before. You find that the new blank page isn’t pressure, but grace…

Do I have the words?…

When I left Tibet, I myself was a shell, riveted by beauty and broken in body. I had left under emergency conditions and, once back to oxygen at a fancy and clean hotel in Kathmandu with smooth lines and empty margins, I looked at myself in the mirror and saw my red eyes and wondered if anyone could tell. If anyone could see the full collapse of my fragile shape. I got a massage and while the woman touched me I cried tears into the bowl of flower petals placed beneath the face cradle on the floor. One by one they dropped into the water and onto the orange fragments of calendula sunshine. I prayed for the goddess to help me.

I think that is what we are all feeling now, in little or big ways…like what is left of broken blossoms. Like scattered petals. But haven’t you seen the path to heaven? It is strewn with flower petals too. They are a sign that we are on our right way…they are the breadcrumbs to show us the way home…to that heaven within. I do not mean that pain is the only way there. I just mean that pain has been showing many of us the way in these past weeks or months, and where we are going is the turning point.

2016 gave us so much. I spoke of 2016 as a rebirth and in so many ways it really was one. It also allowed old worlds to fall in order for that rebirth to happen. Only as this year concludes can we really see beyond the rubble of the fallen past to the shore that opened up beyond it. My best recommendation for right now, before the new year begins, is to let the dust settle…when it does things will look different than you had expected them to. You will see the new passageway opening up at that deepest place in your shell. A softer way. A journey to something new.

So climb up into your shell as much as you need to. It will lead you where you need to go.

I know. Even if you are sixteen you may have this ancient feeling that you are too old for this. Too old to start down a path for which you have not only no map, but no language, and no name. Too old to remember what paws feel like against wet earth. I know. I have seen it all myself. I have seen whole civilizations be born and fall, but I know the realms that remain untouched and that are glowing deep inside of you…waiting, ultimately only further rejuvenated by that which has felt like it harmed you most…because those things only opened you more to the wide arms of the magical where footfall and nightfall come together without words. Where stars are friends who lead you deeper, and where the moon both remembers everything about you…and sees you as entirely new.

We are about to be asked to reclaim our gifts. The ones we are afraid to remember because they are so beautiful and we hid them so well. The ones that will be like taking sunlight from a box and hanging it on the wall to illuminate everything inside of us, to clean us of everything we no longer need, and to finally show us the way that feels right. Not the way presented to us when we were twelve, or twenty or yesterday. Not the way forced upon us by necessity and gravity. The way. The way we were born. The way we come into light. The way that dark gave us and loved us through. The way of wholeness when the fragments melt back into one. The way that lets you feel strong in your muscles anew as you perch like a bird ready to fly again after letting your wings heal…the way that lets you lift one foot, and then press off with the other. The way that lets you feel the wind and forget…everything…else…

This is the turning point. When you land again you won’t be the same person. You will be the same person at your essence, you will just be more of your essence than you have ever been before…

It will start with your winter coat. No matter what season you are in right now, here on the earth we have all been wearing a metaphorical winter coat (or several) that still hid some of our radiance from the world…to the degree that we felt would allow us to carry on, and cover our pain, and fit in enough to relate to others. We’ve begun to think the coat is who we are, and how we look, and when it finally falls away like a shed skin, we will suddenly burst free with a joy we thought we’d never know. A lightness that we have craved for perhaps lifetimes. But we won’t take the coat off all of a sudden and for no reason. We will take it off because it is going to get hot.

Our glow inside will get so warm that we won’t be able to wear it anymore. We will go to the creek and wash our naked bodies and wash away all the hurt of the decades before. We will lift our heads and know ourselves while our heart beats with the earth. We will see beyond circumstances to the truth beneath them. We will feel inspired, and that inspiration will lead us into the rest of our lives.

The time of questions will fall away, and the time of knowingness will roll in like a sweet tide, lifting us up. The questions will still be there but the stream of knowing will rush over them like soft stones and they will be, answered and unanswered, loved just the same.

You won’t have to strive the same way for the same things, but you will start to want like never before. You will feel hungry when you wake up from this long sleep and the wild dreams, and thirsty…you will want to feel again and you will feel ravenous for sensation and experience again…but you will get all you need often from things as simple as the view of the sky at your window and a sip of cool water and the sound of the wind at your back.

There will still be scattered petals sometimes, but you will feel differently about them. You will add them to the sunlit path made by darkness, and the bowl of petals you need to cry into. That will be your alchemy…the way you make gold.

And you will make gold this year, in 2017. Gold like you have never known. You will take risks this year you didn’t expect to, and fall into the loving fabric of the universe as you never have before.

You will wear stars for earrings, and you will laugh again. And all of you will laugh, not just the dry place left after the flood, but all of you. So while the dust settles, climb into the best place in your shell where you fit perfectly. Fold into yourself until you make your smallest shape and notice your dreams. Soon you will see a wide sky again, and a narrow path made of light, and strewn with petals…



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Like a Falling Star…

by Jennifer on August 22, 2016

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From down here, at the bottom of a magical well, I can still see the stars.  From down here, where I have almost become earth, where my elements are almost indistinguishable now from the breathing soil, I am so surrendered to the wet and the dark that I can’t remember why it is that most people want only to rise.  For I am still among the stars when I am near-buried in the dirt…and so are you.  You, me, in both the soil and the stars are where the deepest alchemies occur.  That is where the magic of being in a body and being human meet the majesty of our luminous essence, for they are one…our fiery beginnings and our secret fading…the fading we fear but which only becomes our renewal, which only makes our flame burn brighter and our blossom deeper, our glow ripple out wider and our fruit sweeter…

I too have been fascinated by the spark.  It is so holy too, and meant to lead us to our next new birth.  But loving the spark made me go deeper, into loving the darkness behind the twinkle.  Into loving the fall…the fall from shining and brightness, the fall from what lights the way clearly and illuminates.  I, who walked the underworld a thousand times, began to love it more dearly as the purest place of creation and beauty I could ever hope to know.  While pain pressed my nose to the floor and bound my hands, I became a falling star and emptied myself of the shimmers I couldn’t take with me.  I was lost, with my own consent, and the purity of darkness and loss left me more whole, with all the shimmers I could want to look forward to, whenever I could bear to shimmer again.  And oh, how I will bear it with grace.  For I will be a star not dependent on shining, or hiding, or anything else.

No matter how much I say about it, I can never explain my journey.  In remembering so far back in my soul experiences, the rises and the falls look like waves in the great cosmic ocean.  I sit now, on the weathered cliff above and watch it all, trusting my life and death, and the life and death of the world.  Every ash not a loss but a new birth singing out from what is demolished and gone.  Every loss a tribute to the greater love that never dies.

Eight years of varying levels of failing health, illness and treatment…pain too numinous to quantify at times…has served only to make me more the nymph I am, wandering this earth more animal than I had ever hoped to be able to feel.  It has only strengthened everything I ever believed in, and encouraged me more than ever to teach it with my every breath.  To model it, to show that even decay is only the process of making the nutrients for something more beautiful than has yet been imagined.

Not many can say they have hung on the hook of Innana and returned to life to share the way back.  But wait, perhaps you have too?  Perhaps you too have surrendered attachment to your very flesh in the name of visiting the lands beyond ocean and fire?  Perhaps you too have traveled back to your origins, again and again, until you brought back the song on your skin?  There is no right way to do this, only your way.  And that is the essence of what I teach, and what I return to like my holiest temple…that is the pulse of life force to follow, to be aligned with your deepest Oracle self, and the way to remember the love that you are.  Your way waits inside, calling you through your body and your epic heart.

And this will be a season of the emergence of the voice of that heart within you, guiding you through what nothing else could show you the way through.  This is the moment when, more than ever before, you may begin to close your eyes and simply know.  And perhaps, most profoundly, know that you don’t need to know.  You just need to feel.  As you feel the way will be shown to you.  The wayless way that finally makes you feel like you are truly home.

Home, as each foot falls gently on the earth like a wave…exploring.  Home, as new dimensions open up in your vision, and your life.  Home as tears finally clear your eyes and you stand with a strength a child feels the first time they find that fluid place of balance in movement…before everything was fixed.  Before you knew your name.  When your name was something only the wind knew, and everything that you knew about yourself was perfect.  Home, when your genius flowed from deep within…like a spring that never tired.  It’s still there, breathing green night and fireflies, and it will never leave you.  It is just waiting for you to climb back into the well and reconnect, naked and without promises, your trust wavering wildly but beginning to come back online like a brightening candle in a blackout.  Dark and light merging in the place where all is love.  Naked, dirty, wild and unbound.  In love.

And you won’t have to push yourself anymore…not like before.  Now the cocoon will fall away and you will emerge, precious and more vivid than seems possible.  Finally seen in the light you were born in when butterflies were the dreams of sleeping goddesses.  And finally…finally, you will see that there is nothing wrong with you.  Nothing in this life or the last, nothing in this dimension or the others, nothing in this body or your soul.  And the spell will be broken, and unicorns will rush from the ocean…free.

Shine if you are rising beautiful unicorn, and fade if you are falling…and know that none of it is something you did wrong, and there is invisible shine there too.  Magical shine…there where it seems to be dark.  Hurt if it hurts, run if you want to run…be afraid as long as fear is there to be felt.  Be liberated and then lost, and then liberated again if that is what is on the offering plate of your sweet life, and toss the plate to the floor if it is time to rebel.  Spit it out if you don’t want to eat it, rail against the cage, or fall into the cracks that open when your perfect soul timing reaches the ripeness it was waiting for.  Fight and surrender, stir and sleep, until it all becomes a dance you can’t resist and in which there are no failings.

I will meet you where the stars fall, and we will drink the moonshine, and sing the songs of the forgotten and wake the new remembering of the ancient way to the home that’s always waiting…and we will dance the perfect dance of tears, and mud, and every resplendent, golden thread of love shocking us with beauty worthy of starlight and our original flames.  You don’t have to do anything to get there, just rise and fall like breath.

pulse. pulse. pulse. pulse.

I love you.



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