Brigidsdaughter's blog

Of the 5 or 10 books I'm currently reading...yeah,I'm a geek... I'm quite engrossed right now in "Souls in the Sea, Dolphins, Whales and Human Destiny", Scott Taylor. My first telepathic conversations were with my dolphin brothers that would swim up the Wakulla River from the Gulf where I went crabbing as child at Fort De San Marcos.

from two letters to those I hold dear, teachers of this soul's path...

I have been working on "The Book of Storms- Dreamtongue", empathic language, the last couple of weeks. I feel that I may have stumbled upon what I'm to do.

In stillness I found Clarity. This is written in gratitude for a loving Soul, Jad Alexander, Empath, Teacher, Shining Beacon in our journey Home,who will continue his Lightworker Mission , Beyond the Planck Barrier...

Yesterday I read the message from our Mother Quan Yin on Soul Connections.

This is an open letter to the Other, Soulmate,Twin Flame or to any who move you towards yourself...

As well you know,I am an intuitive, too. I can sense your tidal movements towards the shore and back again,

Sleight o'Hand or Conversation with a Prestidigitator

Hand to hand,
eye to eye,
Object,energy transferred
a Solar ring of Fire,
eyes of God winking,
a gift from a desert(ed) land
exchanged for a parallel vanity,
l'argent de la luna
lay in palm.
Offering accepted.
Palm closed
Palm outstretched.
Offering made.
Entertainment? Trust.
Trust in sleight o' hand.

" I was indeed like an Angel, who fallen from the inebriating bliss of Paradise, subsides into the most humdrum reality.

Illusion/ Clarity. That seemed to me to be the axis of the last eclipse. An apricot moon in a bowl of clouds. As shadow moved across her face, a veil,lavender grey and dreamy, she sought clarity amidst illusion. Luminous, pearl white clarity shifting to warm apricot. See, that's Neptune talking. The Pisces sun not to be outshone by Virginal eclipse de Luna. La Luna only reflects our soular light.

A new friend spoke kind words today and told me I should share this. i hadn't read it in awhile but it occurred to me in this season of love it fit with the flow of recent conversations. Here's to the various permutations, vagaries, faces and most of all the play of love....

Beaver Moon

On this Beaver Moon,
I broke the dam,
let water trickle then flow

Another evening, another dinner, another soul-search conversation, this time with my sister of many lifetimes, Angel. She's just returned to Atlanta after a year and a half sojourn seeking Home. She discovered her soul's true home to be here in Atlant(a)is) after all; while I leave this evening, seeking distant shores still searching for landfall.

from a comment on energy, or lack thereof