02.06.12
Posted in Breath of Light with Margaret Gilfoyle, Observations at 8:20 AM by Margaret Gilfoyle
Upon waking in the morning, it is helpful to do a conscious assessment with the breath. With awareness of all parts of the physical body, re-awaken those parts of you that may have become energetically impacted by others around you or close to you in some way during the night. Breathe into the heart, the head, the abdomen,back, the solar plexus, legs, arms, with intention of clearing your field, your vessel, of all that is not you. You may be surprised how much shifts with this practice. From your thoughts all the way into your posture, your muscle fibers, flexibility — response can be quite noticeable. In so doing, the clarity you wish to bring to your day is enhanced to a greater depth. With blessings to all.
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09.26.11
Posted in Breath of Light with Margaret Gilfoyle, Observations at 5:06 PM by Margaret Gilfoyle
A short, rapidly responding beautiful session with a three year old boy today. The little boy’s mother’s intention was for her son to be able to feel greater ease and balance with being in his body and the world around him. He had been very active and aware, interested in engaging with objects in the healing space, and was then sitting down on the massage table. During the stating of the prayer at the beginning of the session, my hands were guided to begin to glide over his body in feather like lightness with movements to begin to open and release for him. I also felt moved to let him hold a large heavy rose quartz. He became very quiet and was looking into my face. Immediately the guidance came that what was beginning to lift from his body was his father’s energy, densely quivering, and that this aspect of his father’s energy was what his mother had experienced during pregnancy with the boy, as well as her nervous reaction to the father. As the energy continued it’s flow and release from within the little boy’s heart, under his scapula, his head, legs and arms, it also was shown that his stomach area was releasing as well of his mother’s nervousness towards his father during the pregnancy. He was saying, softly, “yeah, yeah” in agreement that the energy was releasing from his father. All of these energetic observations were confirmed also by his mother. Then I felt a tight, thin plug of energy begin to dislodge from his right ear, and it was told that this was the former energetic bombardment of conflict containing words that he had heard during utero. As that released he noticeably was going through a calming change, and was looking around calmly rather than agitated. His mother shared that the boy’s sister, as well as he, had slightly malformed ears on the right side. He held large cowrie shells to his ears, as I was guided, to balance and cleanse the energy there. We were told to offer the energy to him in visualizing an enhancement of Light entering through his crown chakra and flushing up and out again.
After the concluding prayer, we noticed his manner was much more calm. His mother noticed that his eyes did not dart all over, but stayed on objects longer. Wishing the whole family all the very brightest, blessings to all.
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05.28.11
Posted in Nature Realms, Observations, Pachamama's Beautiful Food at 10:38 PM by Margaret Gilfoyle
Small is beautiful. And as my friend Carol says, I pack it in. Photo above is from 2010 back garden (“Last Year’s Thorn Patch”) in September.
The space was literally a thorn, bind weed and dandelion overgrown gravel driveway in the back yard of my rented house in Paonia. I prepared the bed by the “lasagna method” described in Rodale’s Organic Gardening book: laying down the overlapping, flattened cardboard layer, a thick layer of my yard’s raked leaves and grass clippings, coffee ground and eggshells, the spring of 2010 – purchased topsoil and compost.
This year’s garden has the most variety of vegetables, fruits and herbs that I have ever grown. Here is a list of what’s in the ground as of May 28. I am particularly thrilled to be growing celery, stevia, tomatillos, lima beans, quinoa, and the two varieties of blackberries this year! The corn is sprouting today, the variety beans including my first lima bean plant!, quinoa, kale, spinach, beets, carrots, potatoes, snap peas all up or beginning to show above ground.
2011 Garden Paonia
Yukon gold potatoes
Red Pasada potatoes
Russian kale
Spinach
Rainbow carrots
Rainbow beets
Sugar snap peas
Broccoli
Cauliflower
Volunteer chard
Volunteer onions
Volunteer lettuce
Quinoa
Peaches and cream corn
Blue lake green beans
Cherokee wax beans
Purple queen bush beans
Baby lima beans
Pickling cucumber
Zucchini
Butternut Squash
Spaghetti squash
Pumpkin
Yellow pear tomato
Sun gold tomato
Sweet 100 tomato
Cherokee Purple tomato
San Marzeno tomato
Lemon boy tomato
Tomatillos
Ancho chili
Jalapeño
Green chilies
Artichokes
Raspberries
Ever bearing Strawberries
Rhubarb
Bartlett pear
Golden delicious apple
Concord grapes
Black raspberries
Prime Jan blackberry
Prime Jim blackberry
Gooseberry
Watermelon
Stevia
Celery
Basil
Purple basil
Rosemary
Dill
French thyme
Chives
Sage
Oregano
Lavender
Arugula
Mesclun mix lettuce
Morning glory
Nasturtium
Lily of the valley
Sweet woodruff
Tomorrow I”m making an arugula pesto to top gluten free bruschetta along with some sharp white cheddar for a local gathering and Huichol fire ceremony. The arugula was a volunteer plant I inadvertantly thought was a weed today- then the pungent scent of the leaves made me smile as I recognized a great appetizer in the making!
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04.25.11
Posted in Breath of Light with Margaret Gilfoyle, Nature Realms, Observations at 4:34 PM by Margaret Gilfoyle
Yesterday I merged with rain clouds
in fully luminous whites and grays,
and swinging low above the earth
braided myself into wind, water
and ancestral celebration
like some wild hair
being guided
into heaven.
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04.18.11
Posted in Observations at 11:20 PM by Margaret Gilfoyle
Pouring rain at eleven PM on the night of the April full moon. There is a richness of Energy, of Light and my heart is very aware, emptied, sensing…each person’s heart I think of, seeing within them to an unfathomable degree. I have an aching love, a compassionate love of endearment for all. There is no separation. I AM my twin sister, my father, my son, my neighbor, the boy in Africa I saw a picture of today, the woman rejoicing, my friend with cancer. And I have come to a balance within me, being all of these people, all life. In the emptiness I have suffered, greatly, through death, and wrenchingly still being alive, through hardship and exquisite joy in nature, the clear gladness of loving, and rawness, judgment, guilt, hope and giddiness. Now, this unfathomable, expansive breadth in the sound of rain, following the drops’ path from unseen clouds, beyond, the living moon. Joined by millions of drops, lightening now, their pounding on the roof lessening, the elixir seeping into the spring earth filling me with such love, such love, God, for being a part of it all. In this space, this arena, I float, open. The buffalo hide drum in the other room cracks a sound, I am joined by Spirit. Orbs, stars, sweeping presence that embraces. Images of people emerging from woodland, and they know me. We have lived in each other’s hearts for eternity. It is not a question. We have walked together, walk as I type, up slim trails curving round mountains where I cry with joy, at coming back, coming home, my family, amongst ancient hewn rocks, praising Inti. My family, spearing an antelope on the plains. My family, black dancers bold and graceful. You are my family. My past, present and future. We are One. We are not afraid.
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11.11.10
Posted in Observations at 4:46 PM by Margaret Gilfoyle
The healing I experienced from the Lakota sweatlodge on October 30, began as Jeff called to tell me he wanted to lead a healing sweat in my honor. Dear Lynn had seen him at the hot springs, and had told him I was moving through some physical health challenges. I was so touched that the community was reaching out to me in this way, and deeply appreciative. I was still feeling weakened, and prayed for my ability to carry through the whole sweat. Prayers of friends and family lifted me and I felt their strength all around me. I had talked with my beautiful friend Dr. Judith Boice about my concerns and she urged me to let the others know a signal if I had to leave suddenly during the lodge. The early evening walk to the lodge location with sweet friend/guardian Lynn engulfed our senses with the light that
happens when a storm is approaching – luminescent, full gray clouds enhancing the
golden cottonwoods as we wound down the path towards the valley. Jeff and Carlos were there, heating the grandfathers, the rocks, for the sweat, and I met Carlos for the first time. Carlos is a Lakota pipecarrier from Carbondale, an open hearted, gentle man who brought forth a hundred year old buffalo hide for me to sit on in the sweatlodge. He told me not to pray for strength, because I would have it. To pray for balance. More friends gathered, a total of ten, and we prepared ourselves to enter the lodge. As we all took our places, the stones entered the lodge on a pitchfork for Carlos to position in the pit with deer antlers. I set a feather above me in the willows, as Johnna had suggested. I felt the familiar rush of anticipation for the sacred, cleansing heat and deep lung fulls of fragrant steam. I was very grateful. Listening to the ring of voices and hearts expressing all around the circle within the pitch black lodge, it was a comfort and a joy to settle in, even with the uncomfortableness my body was still experiencing. I had trust in all of the spirit helpers, in the Great Spirit’s support. As the rounds continued and the songs were song, as more stones were added to the pit, the heat increased and the lavendar and wild sage scents mingled in our breaths, I began to feel a strong pulling sensation in the kidney/adrenals and gall bladder, like they were being vacuumed from the outside. My solar plexus area felt energy was being extracted as a wide tight turmoil unwound inside. I was happy – I felt strong to be there. Fear was gone. I could feel the energy of friends from Wyoming present, and so grateful for all the love which has accompanied me. The fourth round was a chunupa pipe ceremony, then much water was poured on the stones, and near to the very end, I felt my heart begin to race and asked permission to leave. I crawled out the door and touched my forehead to the ground, in gratitude, soaking wet and quivering. I turned to lay flat on the ground, and Carlos came to my side, praying for me, asking if I was alright. Mitakuye Oyasin – All my relations. I said yes, and as he moved away, I felt sobs welling up out of my body. I cried in the wind and darkness with light rain falling on me. The others soon were coming out from the lodge, and Cindy knelt beside me and hugged me tightly as I cried. We all changed our clothes, the fire was doused with water, and then began the walk back to our vehicles. I felt weightless in some places and dismantled, glad to be moving ahead, and knowing that much was still in motion.
The next day, I was washed out and clean. I was fatigued, but filled also with a renewed vitality, especially in my legs. As the day, and days continued, I knew the weakness within my body, and the fear that accompanied it, was gone. The sweatlodge had been a turning point for me, a shift and a lifting, a rejoining –settling into myself in a renewed way. Thank you, Great spirit, and all of life in motion. Aho.
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10.20.10
Posted in Observations, Translations From the Sky at 5:40 PM by Margaret Gilfoyle
My body, moving through an upheaval of the past, last week brought forth a culmination of fatigue and pain and I found myself in the realm of western medicine.
Waves of tears precipitated this. Tears cried while praying an the ancient panel of Tara at the Tara Mandala retreat center in the wilderness near Pagosa Springs, Colorado.
Knowing that even as I did not completely understand what was releasing, who was being cried to or for, she did. I saw many I knew who were moving through all variety of pain, and I prayed for their and my release. I prayed for the completion of life lessons, and in gratitude rejoiced at where our journey into the southwest had taken us. Then, tears were cried at reuniting with my beloved Chaco Canyon ancient sites, written about previously. Past lifetimes welling up there, and weeks later, today, laying on my massage table in Paonia, the significance of another lifetime in the slave time south. As the layers of my past, and our collective pasts, releases from us in these times, the open heart and trust that we are being supported, guided, through these pains and letting go, is a comfort.
The increasing momentum of discharge and release of the illusion of control- on all levels, all forms, may flood from us and thankfully! I feel this is, and have seen it on spiritual level, releasing from clients and globally. We are not tolerating the illusion of bondage, or power over, within our spirits and in our lives. The world is changing and our energy bodies are shrugging off this former human enculturalization.
As encountering the bowels of the hospital and that foreignness to my spirit, I lay nearly floating in trust, on the gurney, awaiting my turn into the ctscan in the hall. Moving in and out of the human and spirit view was fascinating and disconcerting. The third dimensional feel of pain, no matter how illusory, is taxing, though a high threshold of tolerance has seemed to accompany me.
I have found in this week that amazing dreams, and conscious guidance is re-strengthening me in ways yet being created. The release of the past readying us for the evolution ahead. Where my thoughts would travel would create a sense of healing, or a sense of diminishment, of defeat. Knowing that for me, the spiritual path serves to strengthen. There is no control over us. We choose, we have chosen, we change, we burst ahead. Nothing deters us.
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10.04.10
Posted in Observations, Photographs, Translations From the Sky at 9:11 AM by Margaret Gilfoyle
The completion of the 7 mile hike under desert skies in Chaco Canyon was nearly upon us- nearly back to the truck and the cold mango lemonade which seemed it would be a mirage. There had been visions seen, of a brilliant macaw, a native mother and 9 year old daughter in brightly colored clothing, ancient carvings touched, pottery shards marveled, many many tears cried, in these last few hours. I had heard the unmistakable words “you are welcome” as we reached the threshold of Penasco Blanco, and enveloped by them I walked rapidly, faster, faster, knowing my place in this great house, and pressed my body against the walls like a long lost lover, a presence, so joyous and strong, and I cried. I cried to have made the return journey, for me, how many times? Twice in this lifetime. I cried for many.
Child of the sun. Woman of the stars. Embrace the centuries as one and come with us. Though the pathways of constellations never named, through the corridors of timelessness and expansion. Yes. Now visions of peoples of Africa, the four legged lions, the Egyptians, pyramids, gold, shrinking, squeezing through a tunnel with no end. Please join us. We are here. Traveling through your veins to find the opening to talk. Has it come. Yes. Messages without words, and words, words valuable and cherished and timely and right. Their value is yet reverberating through my awareness.
We had nearly reached the truck. Then a sound, large, behind us. I thought it was a vehicle coming near. We stopped and turned to see. There, in a shallow arroyo stood three cottonwood trees equally distant from each other in a line. The second was immersed in a consuming wind which singularly buffeted it’s leaves and branches, offering a surreal roar and a wildly tossing torch of flickering leaves in the afternnon heat. The other two trees were not affected. I made eye contact with the native worker with black braid glistening down his back one more time. Our eyes locked, for a moment, and we smiled. He had a question for me, in his gaze. Gentle. The answer may come in my next trip to the canyon. It may come as my knife squeaks through the crisp yellow apples I’m chopping for applesauce today. The answer still awaits.
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09.24.10
Posted in Breath of Light with Margaret Gilfoyle, Observations at 12:20 PM by Margaret Gilfoyle
Finding myself surfacing into the consciousness of third dimensional reality, my bed, the pillows, the sheets and blankets this morning. I had a brief experience which continued to be illuminated as I stood and moved about- although slowly! this morning.
I saw my being connected with the energetics of many other beings- people- of this small town where I am living. I felt my connection to them as holding an energy in place, yet at the same time influenced by their energy which is more pronounced or unclarified, unresolved, or searching for peace. I feel drawn out in a myriad of directions and so gossamer thin and open, so clear that I feel I have no sense of identity. I pray that my being, which feels it has moved through a step, an octave in evolution can reformulate in such a way that I feel unified with whatever I am to do next.
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09.04.10
Posted in Observations at 10:56 AM by Margaret Gilfoyle
Feeling the twists and constrictions of hearts moving through difficulties in the last few days. And the vision of being connected to so many hearts moving through challenge, being part of a billowing, fish-net like wave, an uplifting and sinking grid. According to how we each decide to react, the lifting, rising of the connecting hearts, or the entanglement then plummeting weight. I seek to clear all confusion and past constrictions within me so my being is clear. Knowing there are unspoken words and emotions, I pray to open to whatever others need to say, in the Light, knowing we are supported.
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