Month: March 2019

Dear Ones:

I am here. I had a challenge. I got stuck. I made steps to start my FB page and group and share the gifts my Creator placed in me, and for which I have studied and practiced many years. I stepped out into this wider social media and then I froze. I got scared. Have you ever been afraid or felt an energy that holds you back or makes your deepest desire seem insurmountable? Not everyone experiences this, but I sometimes do. It ties back to old, old trauma fear and shame…some of which is unfamiliar to me in this lifetime, yet I somehow carry the residuals of it in my bones. I also know incredible love and support even in the darkest places and am reminded to step towards it, to trudge through the malaise to return to the promise of my “Now Journey.” I am here, and I am writing.

Two nights ago, in the middle of the night, while passing by my bedroom window I noticed the Super Moon in its iridescent glory. I was transfixed by its presence and began to “wash” my face with its energy and asked its holy presence for whatever it would take to help me move, write, and connect the loved ones who honored my invitation to sit together in the places called, “Now Journey” and “The Healing Theatre.” I returned to bed and in the morning, I remembered a dream from long ago. In this dream I get off the bus for my destination which first stops me at a fork in the road. I must decide which way to go. Along the way, I morph into an infant child with other infants. We end up at the entrance to a church or some other sacred edifice. We are all naked. As I recalled the dream day before yesterday during the wee hours of the morning, I was reminded that in order to receive the promise of my “heavenly” calling as and Archetypal Dreamwork Guide, I must be truthful, open, honest and undefended…like a newborn child. I thought about my role…that it’s not about giving advice or hiding behind the role of an unaffected “expert.” But rather, it’s about standing in the nakedness of my soulful truth, with the power of transparency and vulnerability…about being real with people who also want to be real. I went to post…uh-uh…too scary…this vulnerability stuff. I signed off my computer before I could log into my website.

I wrestled through the day and all through the following night (this morning) with the imminence of this thing calling me to get it together and write and post and embrace my wider audience. When I could tolerate the malaise no longer, I get up shortly after 3:00 AM, wondering if the celestial being just outside my bedroom window would still be there…to comfort and challenge me, assist me once again. I peek through my window tops which are uncovered, sifting my eyes through the stoic branches of trees awaiting their springtime dance… There it is! The radiant moon even more glorious and colorful than the night before. Wait a minute…today is March 20…the Spring Equinox is approaching! I surrender my heart and my fingers to simply glide along these keys on my computer keyboard and write. I will not allow the Equinox to pass before I post something, and so here I am, now an hour and minutes before the equinox at 5:58PM EDT.

In my most recent cycle of dreams I’m with a tall, dark man whom I love, who gives me an extraordinarily exquisite bouquet of roses. We are nuzzling in a warm and intimate way and three strong and beautiful women wearing beautiful afros are standing nearby…all wanting to support me in my new endeavor. The Man in my dream is the archetype referred to as the Animus…my inner Lover, my Supporter, my Teacher, my Friend. In my dream he promises to help me do all I am called to do, including all this social media stuff, which in a way, is my “church.” Nearby is a baby Boy (in my dream I call him the “Lotto Boy”) who is now grown and can fulfill all of his potential. The Boy is the archetype who represents need, desire, autonomy and doing. In my dream are also three glorious women sporting round afros that look like halos…they are the triple Anima who support with me in the continuing process of my healing. They all remind me to call on them, my sacred realm of inner characters when I get stuck or the voices of shame and fear attempt to silence my calling.

Upon this cusp of the Spring Equinox 2019, I celebrate renewal, rebirth and joy! I celebrate the coming of the Light that blesses you with courage, hope and wisdom. I celebrate the Light that expels all darkness, confusion and blockages. I offer each of you and the Universe, my prayers of gratitude and thanks. I pray that your lives will be filled with power, joy and beauty, and every other blessing of Spring.

With much love from the one Journeys Home,
Cheptu