Last night, I sat in my back garden and christened my crucible. It was a night for connecting with the energies belonging to the place where I live, on the side of a Welsh mountain, above a river estuary, overlooking the sea.
It was a night of tremendous power, I could feel it growing within me all day, even to the point of that uncomfortable feeling when we begin to feel overwhelmed, when we know it’s time to send that energy into the Earth through our feet, to ground and anchor it and relieve the building pressure on ourselves.
It was a night with owls calling as I made magic with the elements. The cracklings of the fire were my soundtrack above the calling fox, swaying trees and the owls.
I sipped a spiced rum which I shared with the fire, the trees and earth around me as an offering of love and gratitude, even as I aligned myself with the upper and lower worlds.
I made a deep healing journey for some of my inner children, those still carrying the abandonment wound.
I received a channelled message from my beloved soul group, the Andromedans about manifestation and how it is the belief, trust and confidence we feel that gets in our way, not the practical skills, which are in-built, we are manifesting in every moment, after all. And whether that’s for our betterment or not is down to our mastery, which is led by our self-belief.
I centred my being and showered love and gratitude on the many blessings in my life, not forgetting to acknowledge and send love and gratitude to my self, my soul and all the expressions that I am in this life.
Eventually, the glowing embers dimmed, the clouds grew thin and one by one, diamonds appeared in the vast canopy overhead.