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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04.23.10
Posted in Translations From the Sky at 8:57 AM by Margaret Gilfoyle
as steam rises from Tommy’s garden,
melted snow droplets shake
from the white cups of pear blossoms,
and new willow leaves drift in a series of waves lifting
the stagnation of winter, the illusion of sleep
from a thousand incarnated souls.
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02.26.10
Posted in Translations From the Sky at 5:15 PM by Margaret Gilfoyle
Threshold Hopi Soul Song
(Kopavi “the door on top of the head”
Tunatyava “comes true, being hoped for”)
dear Great Spirit, your gifts
to me are so many,
when I look at them and think of them
they multiply
and expand farther and farther afield
until my gifts from you encompass the sky
and everything underneath it
thank you
my hands are open to the sky
I pray that the door on the top of my head
is always inviting to you,
so you will walk inside me, and join me
at the hearth of my heart,
at the seat of my self,
in the cradle of my womb,
at the base of my body where I join the Earth
when I speak it will be you speaking through me,
when I think I will listen to your thoughts
when I breathe the breath is a prayer
of enfolding you into each of my cells, my blood,
and my life becomes the dance
for which you have intended me
tunatyava
from a fluid time in 2000
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02.24.10
Posted in Breath of Light with Margaret Gilfoyle, Translations From the Sky at 4:31 AM by Margaret Gilfoyle
Traveling through your body ~ as a facilitator in the field of holistic, spiritually and scientifically based energy medicine, I witness what has historically been perceived as two worlds – the “spiritual”, the “scientific” merge into an incredible, graceful complex design.
Join me on this journey through you, through how I perceive healing, and the universe we live in.
Thank you for your company.
Highest Light and Love,
Margaret Gilfoyle
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