Interesting that the last post which I titled "Epiphanies" came on this day in 2020! The current crop of them is coming thick and fast, isn't it?
I am thankful for having several online resources that keep me sane by reflecting back to me the reality I believe -- that earth, having entered the Age of Aquarius/Love/the Goddess, is seeing the dying throes of the energies that cannot tolerate Love.
In the midst of it all, what keeps surfacing is the nudging that I am called to a form of leadership. Yes, perhaps quiet leadership, leadership that hurts no one and acquires little, but leadership nonetheless. If nothing else, I can say, "I, too, never had a real home, never owned property, wasn't protected by family or health care or cronies. I've been out there trying to barely survive, just as you have -- perhaps in different ways and for different reasons, but with the same essential result." There are so many of us who can no sooner imagine "owning" a quarter acre of land, much less an entire foreign country!
I think of the Magnificat, with the humble and meek being exalted. Maybe one reason I have always loved that canticle is that I sensed this time coming, the complete flip-flop. I love that these words are recorded as being spoken by a woman, the mother of Jesus. What seems particularly apt today is the reference to the scattering of the proud "in the imagination of their hearts". But for years, in my heart, the text had a different emphasis, with the Goddess (or the inevitability of Nature's need to restore balance) as the catalyst for change, not an all-powerful bearded God in the sky.
Epiphany. The Magnificat. After all these years, and despite the gaping abyss between me and the religion of my heritage, Church of England rituals, holy days, texts and music remain my spiritual frame of reference. This truth just doesn't go away. Interesting.
This is a time where personal truths (and many others) must ultimately be accepted and embraced, no matter how strange, or painful, or paradoxical. I don't think the Goddess wants us fighting anything anymore, particularly our inner truths. Certainly not on Epiphany, when things are so clear.
A footnote: I'm feeling the need to prepare for this time by once again, going through my (ever fewer) boxes. Diplomas, scrapbooks, my grandmother's needIework -- all are strewn around me. I did such a good job last year, that I am truly down to the most important and meaningful belongings, the ones that it will literally break my heart to throw out. But if the moment comes, and I need to proceed to my work for the Goddess with next to nothing, they'll have to go. Not today, however. Keep breathing, Liz...
