a MoonOmens live Global Meditation ::: 4/22/2020
“I welcome the unexpected,
and I am ready for the unknown.
May what’s meant for me
enter my life effortlessly.”
~Shawn Fontaine
I am in a garden, glowing dark like Blackreach. Grass waving in the breeze like seaweed underwater. The dirt is black and damp and rich. I pull out a piece of my light and plant it, bury it. I will come back here and water it, check on it, grow my light until I can harvest it, eat it, delight in it, share it’s abundance.
Suddenly a shadowy bull is there, Taurus. I lay on his back on my stomach and we are going somewhere important. A slow, relaxed pace. He is happiness. He is safety. Everything is glittering, luminescent, floating. Pink and purple Spanish moss hang low around us and graze my bare arms. They are folded beneath my chin like a pillow tangled in his dark lavender gray mane. When we stop, I open my eyes and see swirling nothing, like glitter in a shaken cocktail.
In real life, my arms are cold. I notice it and lift my hands to feel what seems to be a cold current of air. Curious. Is this my link to the Universe? I open my eyes. My finger tips are gently pulsing. I think of a memory: Grandma. We are sitting at her kitchen table with coffee and potato chips. I am 7 or 8. She is wearing blue and touching only her fingertips to mine and I feel them pulsing; a heartbeat, but just one beat. She smiles her jolly grin and says, “This is our heartbeat. When we touch our fingertips to each other’s, we are connected. Cool, huh?” And in bed, I am silently weeping. The world is scary and I think, “What is happening, Grandma? What is going on here on Earth? Are we going to be okay? Please tell me this will be okay…” and the cool air slowly fades… and my fingertips are void of anything extra. It’s just me. Nothing. I am worried for a moment, thinking Nothing means Something Bad and then in anger I demand, “But I need reassurance!!”
And it’s clear now. That’s the point. You don’t just get reassurance. You just need to go with it and trust you will somehow be okay. Or maybe you won’t be okay. But you don’t always get to know; there’s no guarantee. So I recall the mantra of the day: I am going into the unknown and I am ready. I am strong and brave like the bull. I am peaceful, like the bull.
I close my eyes and return to Taurus. I pat him on the shoulder and hold him lightly by the horn. We travel back from the Nothing to the garden. I inspect my plot to ensure the seeds are firmly planted. I am ready to go. I’ll come back to my garden soon. The lightseeds I plant and tend to will help me become the best version of myself and that excites me.
Margot Velvet 