29/11/2025
LET SLEEPING GODS LIE…
As we know, when the sleeping serpent (the shakti of Magdalene) awakens and the kundalini rises up the spine, the DF enters into sacred marriage, ancient hieros gamos, or the union of the royal bridegroom and the bride, God and the Soul.
Recently, I connected with the Spirit of the Ash tree (which is the Tree of Life in the Celtic/Norse tradition), and the Phoenix rose up within me and flew up out of my heart & chest.
In Kabbalistic teachings, the Tree of Life is in the Garden of Eden. Right now, the “Son” (or “Sun”) is still sleeping before he re-emerges next March/Easter. So at that time, the transcendent Mother-Father God (Jah/Jalah) and the immanent Son and Daughter (the Lord Yahshua and his Lady Miriam, or Jahday & Jahnah) will all finally come back into full realignment in the Tetragrammaton (Y-H-V-H).
With my Priestess teacher, Spirit took me up into space and we stood at the centre of the solar system. All the planets were aligned—and rotating about li’l old ME… Who knew?
Within Kabbalah teachings, Father, Mother & Daughter are already awake and aligned. But the DM or Son/Sun (the Vav syllable) is sleeping or in stasis… so the DF is having to work doubly hard to bring both DF and DM qualities to bear. And if you’re feeling tired right now, that’s why…
I was “in the black” (a long black Priestess robe with a long train flowing from my shoulders, that made mushrooms and flowers spring up where it trailed on the ground). I felt more powerful than I have ever done, so I realised the power I was feeling wasn’t down to me! On the bodice of my black robe was an incredible goldwork symbol, stitched in pure, solid gold thread. It looked like the sonnenrad or sunwheel of Celtic/Runic/Norse culture and tradition…
>> Don’t jump on me. It is not the N**i black sun, but I apologise if it triggers or offends. Himmler was tapping into this Proto-Germanic lore … https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Suns_in_alchemy
I’ve drawn what I saw, but haven’t done it justice as I only saw it for a nanosecond. (So sorry, I can’t say exactly how many flames there were, or if they conjoined the inner Sun/Son or not… but you get the gist.)
The fact the flames are not within an outer circle (as per Himmler’s reversed version) shows we are no longer contained in the darkness of Kali Yuga but are free to emerge into the golden age of Satt’Yuga—and so this golden bird didn’t need to be asked twice. She flew from the flames!
But I guess she thought she was flying into the arms of her Beloved—but that tosspot was still snoring his unconcerned head off in the Tree of Life, so that's why she felt such grief and sorrow. And that’s therefore why I felt such sorrow too—the kundalini dislodged old wounding in me as it rose; but I felt the collective sorrow of all who are patiently waiting for the full Y-H-V-H realignment once chummy wakes up.
If my embroidered goldwork sun had an outer edge, it might be showing the cave the Christos resurrected from, or the womb we all emerged from — or indeed the egg. The fact I was “in the black” represents our alchemical emergence from the NIGREDO (Black Sun)… that might be just me (in which case, about time!), but could mean us, the collective consciousness or even the planet… I dunno… You decide! What chimes with how you’re feeling?
But then, in that way I will never fathom, as soon as I finally joined the dots between the Phoenix, Magdalene/kundalini/chrism arising, old woundings being released for healing, the full-on fire and intense pressure of “severity” of bearing down on us whilst moving through the Gevurah sefirot—and realised that this phase we’re going through is the death ceremony of all death ceremonies(!)—this turned up on my timeline from a wonderful contributor who goes under the moniker “Sun Of Justice”…
“My heart mourns for you,
my eyes seek you,
I search for you to see you!
Come to your beloved, come to your beloved!
Wennefer [ cf. another name for Osiris ] justified, come to your sister!
Come to your wife, come to your wife,
Weary-hearted, come to your house-mistress!
I am your sister by your mother,
You shall not leave me!
Gods and men look for you,
Weep for you together.”
From “Lamentations of Isis and Nephthys”
— (P. Berlin 3008, translation by R.O. Faulkner)
Buckle up then Buttercups, strap one on for we just need to hang on till Easter…
Next week will be easier—I’ve cleared what I needed to, am integrating it all and so can move out of Gevurah into Tiferet. 💛
The timing of this is sublime, I’m driving up to Glasgow to see Jamiroquai on Weds, a pilgrimage to Funk and to Self…
After all, I AM a Rock Dust Light Star—but deep at heart, I’m just a Cosmic Girl, from another galaxy… 🎵🎶
Beyond excited. Can’t afford it, but what the heck…
But I sure am gonna look hot in my new frock from TikTok shop!