Autonomic nerves and their ceaseless dialogue with the universe

A new study supports the theory that the human autonomic nervous system registers space weather events "as they happen" and in their aftermath. Added to this, my own anecdotal experience of acute nerve pain during two weeks of intense space weather helps shed new light on this fascinating phenomenon. Exploring the ceaseless dialogue that we ALL have with the universe...and the opportunities this presents once we get beyond the fear-factor.

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Tree of life

It's time to own your energetic stature. That is, accept that energetically speaking, you are immense...far taller, broader, more majestic than your physical form suggests so accept that, allow it to unfurl and hold your energetic head up high. Instead of recoiling from life, allow your energy field to stretch up to the heady peaks of your capacity; which you can do just as soon as you are well grounded, with a roaring hearth firing in your belly and a glow in your heart. This is what it looks like to live in near-perfect balance and trees show us this (and so much more)...

Going Gamma

Here are just some of the considerable benefits of Gamma brain waves from a useful article entitled "The Marvellous Properties of Gamma Wavelengths" People with very high levels of gamma activity are exceptionally intelligent, compassionate, happy, and have excellent memories and strong self-control. IQ scores of people with high gamma wave activity are correspondingly high. … Continue reading Going Gamma

Union…at a cellular level

The symptoms known only to me, that are my only “evidence” of fibromyagia, occur whenever they choose, eluding and scrambling every kind of predictor that I've tried to throw at them like an expert encryption device. Their arrival is like a seeping mist, weaving around my ankles, rising like the flick of a torch flame up the spine, enveloping me so quickly in widespread pain that I’m taken off-guard, pulled down and deep so fast that its like being bundled into sack and stolen from my own life for just as long as it desires to take me hostage. Over the years, I've followed the growing instinct to vocalise what I experience in my body in order to give it the ransom that it wants….its voice; and not in a way that feels like I am being forced but, rather, loving towards this thing, recognising what feels most abandoned about it. This thing has remained mute for far too long…I sense that above all things…and whilst Ive come to recognise the thin line between “voice” and throwing wood on its bonfire, I know that helping it to find its edges, its form, its expression is what this thing most asks of me in a way that feels like divine collaboration. To suppress it is to perpetuate its wound, to become complicit in its harms, like those who avert eyes or say nothing when an abuse is taking place. I need to see it, track it, hear its subtle intonations, notice its difficult patterns, it complexities, those things it reacts most to; to strive to make sense of what struggles to know itself without this interface of ME as its platform of both experience and expression. There’s no doubt in my mind, it's the yin coming in - this is the feminine arriving on a wave - and she will be mute and formless no more; not through me and those like me who are sensing her arrival as a visceral thing.Yet her real power moment is when her foreign (so things have been made to seem...) wave gets to meet the yang sat on his porch keeping guard over his well-mown turf; its that interplay of two impulses that plays out in the body and they both have something huge to gain from the dialogue.

Off kilter

I see in my dog a parody of same comic behaviour that plays out in me and mine at this time of the year, which he also finds something of a struggle being a sun-worshipper of the nth degree. He sleeps a hung-over type of sleep most of the day, his nose pushed deep into the pile of blankets that he insists upon, then he gets up for his walk (the one lively time of his day) and, once the sun goes down, obsesses about food and snacks like his life depends on getting another treat out of the cupboard, before falling back into a deep slumber in his bed. So what does this tell me..?

Claim your own mastery

Here's what's new and long overdue in terms of fully owning it...to others as well as myself. Whatever weird and wonderful experiences I'm having, I'm not fearing it. I'm not buying into any catastrophes around it. I'm not looking to anyone to tell me what is happening, though its always good to find others amongst this first "physical wave" of ascension that know what you're talking about (remembering that not everyone is on the same page or specialising in this aspect of evolution since we all have different themes we are working on). I'm not apologising to anyone for what I am experiencing; am certainly not embarrassed by it or thinking I am doing anything wrong, failing to "let-go, to "clear my shit" or any of the other "work" that people love to talk about; I'm so done with thinking I have to work on myself. In fact, I'm not assuming anything is going wrong at all or dashing to the doctors, taking pills or seeking out an endless array of teachers to "save me". I'm not interpreting this as any one of a zillion popular forms of victimhood that I could label it under or seeing it as a sign of weakness or regression. I KNOW I'm not regressing because I am so clearly evolving....and I know and celebrate this with every fibre of my being. (Read on...)