April 7,
2024 Everything precious is as difficult as it is rare Spinoza April 8,
2024 Total Eclipse Day Card of the day The Magician This is the card of the beginning The first major arcana of the Tarot de Marseille All the tools are on the table,
And a character seems to be passing light through a tube aligned with a white sphere that projects a round shape,
Half yellow,
Half red,
Onto the table.
The great cosmic magic is within my grasp as the Magician stages a unique age-old spectacle.
We're about to experience a moment of great transformation.
What's more,
I'm in my bleeding days.
I am open and I'm letting go of the unnecessary to make way for this long-awaited activation.
April 9,
2024 The Day After the Eclipse Card of the day The Ace of Cups The energy generated by the meeting of the sun and the moon was very present but very volatile at the same time.
I'm on the second day of my periods,
Feeling open and vulnerable.
For the occasion,
I put on my most comfortable clothes and I treat myself with gentleness.
Yesterday,
Along the river,
Family and friends gathered to watch the eclipse.
Everyone had their eyes on their phones,
And even the news channel was broadcasting live from one of the devices.
It was a superb representation of the entertainment society.
The space for contemplation was crushed by the 5G.
The silence of the birds was ignored by the voice of the news commentator,
Who was busy describing the indescribable.
We were all gathered in front of the big red house,
Similar to the one I'm contemplating this morning on my gyro card.
I hope the energy,
The one you can't see,
Was waiting for me despite this imposing structure.
But as the new moon is also now,
I'm taking this day to make it my private spiritual practice.
As the moon begins to show itself after a day of total darkness,
The Gojis came out of the ground and the first sparrow came to visit me.
It was an emotional moment for me,
As I've been waiting for winged visitors at my feeder since I installed it last January.
I cruised in this emotion to express my concern about Willy's weight to Phil,
And we agreed to feed our cat consciously.
Talking about what was eating away at me calmed my anxieties.
After he left,
I started my meditation session.
The recurring theme is to receive the love that others have for me,
To accept being that special person,
So I unconditionally welcome this invitation to love.
April 12th,
2024,
Day of.
Card of the day,
Justice,
Take time to regain your balance.
My body is adapting to the changes.
I'm alone,
Which isn't true because I'm with Willy,
The plants,
And everyone else we can't see.
Garçon adapts wonderfully to rationing.
He knows it's for his own good.
To celebrate this first paid week,
I gave myself a gift.
I needed shoes,
So I chose to buy a pair of suede boots sold by an indigenous company designed by an Inuk artist named Janice.
I bought myself a pair of short red dance boots.
I can't wait to put them on and walk along Wollastock,
The beautiful river,
And let them guide me to dance the bangra.
To round off my week's work,
I'd arranged to meet a friend for a walk at the domain.
With the snow melted,
We could stroll along the river for miles in a bright sunshine caressed by a warm and salty wind.
As we reached the end of the property ground,
A large round black rock caught my eye.
It was covered in a lace of orange and white moss.
It was unique,
Different from everything else around it.
It looked like a menhir planted there after a cosmic fall.
She confided in me that she had come from the moon,
That she had broken away a very long time ago,
That in fact,
Her departure from the moon had formed one of the craters we can see from the earth.
She fell here with others of her kind.
The impact was so intense that the earth's crust split under it,
The soil turned ninety degrees,
And the seawater entered this channel with immeasurable power.
This is how Wollastock was born.
After a shower of lunar meteorites.
On this trip,
I picked up two sea urchins on the shore,
One with spines,
The other without.
Of all the rocks and shells my eyes saw,
These two were the only pieces that commanded my hands to pick them up.
They're both tinted green,
A color that doesn't usually speak to me.
I interpret this as a message from the chakra in my heart.
Anahata is green too,
And it says to me,
Show yourself,
Don't be afraid.
I realize that I've chosen red boots to connect the soil to my feet and to my root chakra,
And that I've added two sea urchins to my magic bag.
Back home,
I read up the symbolism of these sea animals.
I believe they contain the kundalini energy generated by the eclipse.
Through my readings,
I realized that sea urchins are the eggs of the world,
The eggs of the sacred serpent,
That they contain all the potential of life within their shells.
They are the symbol of the union between the human and the divine.
Solitary,
Clinging to their mother rock,
They are self-sufficient,
Both male and female.
It leaves me in a state of deep fascination.
I understand the message,
And I continue to affirm who I am.
The thorns I wear protect me from unhealthy energy,
Because inside,
I'm so tender.
But I also know that beneath this off-putting layer lies a unique and universal mandala,
The personal imprint of my experience on earth.
