8.4.18 La Perla Costa Rica

I woke up this morning after dreaming about our children of our village reclaiming our milk and our harvest from a corporation. I realized it was reading about the gods and goddesses of Ireland and their relationship to cattle and harvests. Then I realized in the dream I was experiencing what the turtles go through at a primal level.

They wait until it is cool in the ocean sometimes months or days. It takes them an hour or more to get to a place in the sand to deposit their eggs. It takes them 45 minutes to dig a hole. When they deposit their eggs they do it uniformly. Most fertile on the bottom shifting ever so slightly until they are flat and even row by row then the infertile smaller ones on top. That done, they camouflage the nest by moving around it in circles then go back to the sea. Then another turtle, not realizing it can in the next few hours go to use the same space, destroy all the eggs and deposit theirs there.

I had such an empty nest reaction to the obsidian ball being removed from the ground. It was as if it was removed from my solar plexus.. my gut. But over the next few days a euphoria crept in and replaced the emptiness.

I am 1st of all deeply grateful that Kea our Fairy Realm guardian  and  a mother of the sacred  has the strength, stamina, and capacity to have the ball go to Glastonbury where it’s deeper purpose closer to the inner earth and the greater kingdoms dwell and at the same time making sure I another earth guardian get her new home. Equity.

All these rose in my dreaming of the mother turtles simply moving with life. It can look like death and destruction but only if you have forgotten that we all are designed to be operative in the balance of all life instinctively and without prejudice.

I feel my system is getting its own awakening into what it is as a system to move to the next greater whole. It isn’t ‘I’ won’t miss my home and the ball holding the unity point where I was between heaven and earth. My home is just bigger now. The obsidian will be uniting heaven and earth in Glastonbury.

The Dakini (RV), Lily (my dog), Molly Malone (my van) and I are going to live in a larger address too. Shifu Eileen and I have talked about driving from California to Costa Rica. I will spend time Co-creating with the devas and the humans to establish a planetary grid of unity between heaven and earth.

Am I scared? Of course I am. Probably just like the mother turtle that doesn’t know if her babies will live or if she will even have the chance to get to shire. That is reconciliation. Returning to the wonder of life in a much bigger way than we as human beings have had to do before. We are connected across the planet now. Otherwise I could not be writing you sitting in my room looking out at the ocean in Costa Rica.