“And oh what a curious sight we must be,” he mused. This tiny thing, perched on his head, leading the way with her breath. “But they don’t know you like I do,” he continued, “and all the strength you carry.” She smiled a slow nod, head high, innocence in tow. He could feel her deep passion and life radiate from within her. All that warmth. All that softness. And yet somehow, all the beasts – both wonderful and terrible – seem to take great pleasure in bowing before her. They all yield to her quiet strength and simple desire, and they all fall in reverence to her peaceful demeanor. For the power in her breath is calmness embodied. It is flexible defiance and brave tranquility. And she has the most courageous of hearts. He looked up at her small toes, dangling down into the corners of his vision, and tilted his head back to lick them. She giggled. And leaned down and wrapped her small arms around his neck and gently squeezed. “It’s true,” she whispered. Her love stopping him in his tracks, “What a curious sight we must be.” 

She thinks about his wild heart. His instinct. His power. And she thanks him for his company. And onwards they go, peacefully, into the night.

She burned her plan into her mind’s eye and her heart. Uphill or downhill, she was determined to get there, and nothing would stand in her way. Drawing down the power of the cosmos into her solar plexus, all of her will power poured out into the night and etched her path in the sand. A thousand horses thundered onto the grounds below her, and she stretched her hands and connected to their energy. The horses had different ideas about where they wanted to run to. Some pulled left and some pulled right. Some agreed with the plan and others did not. But the Chariot Muse – in all her steadfast willpower and determination – was able to coax these wild beauties on track. Like yin and yang and water and fire, the opposite energies were able to work together to gallop towards her chosen destination, when she focused. Steady. Controlled. And moving. Her dream was in sight and she chased it.

All she could smell was the sweet scent of the flower, as the curious landscape shifted. It drew her closer and closer still… as if the scent filled the very sand of this place. She felt drawn in, by a completely invisible string. Above, a moon lotus hung in the sky, and giant wings caressed its petals. It smelled of love and sunshine. Was it cupid? An angel? She wasn’t afraid, yet she felt awash with curiosity and a hundred what ifs. She felt no fear, until the moment that she saw her… the other person approaching… from the other side of the strange hill.
Skip skip. Her heart jumped.
She felt excited and fascinated by the beautiful creature. Graceful. Honest. Stunning. And it was clear that their awareness was one of mutual fascination. The fear began to creep in, like it always did, beginning with the back of her shoulder blades and then moving to tighten her chest. Those memories in her gut. Those unhealthy experiences. And the rustling wings reached down and inched them closer together. “Beautiful little spirit. If you want to love, you must make a choice to love. You must say yes to your heart before the lotus opens.” She nodded at the wings, heart racing. And two desert flower crowns were placed down above the small spirits, marking them as two souls entwined. Two strong lovers. Resilient. Forever to be wrapped and destined to make their mark on one another’s paths. And all she could do was fall into this beating rhythm of oneness, and breathe into the union of the now.

She has journeyed so far to be here, in this place, with this Muse, a statuesque look at perfection, and light. She thinks of all of the miles she has walked. And all of the people who have come here, before her. And when she finally arrives at the foot of this oracle, she hopes that this devotional Muse will see her, and gift her some slice of wisdom, or a small miracle in gratitude for her proven faith. But as she approaches she notices that her guru’s eyes are locked above on the heavens. The Muse is in a trance, focused on love and on the divine above her. She notices not those travellers at the base of her likeness. This space is simply the embodiment of the liminal to her, because she lives her faith with such fervor that she seems to be locked in a state of worship, like a photograph. The tiny traveller, somewhat disappointed that she wasn’t noticed, starts a small fire to warm her soul and begins to craft her devotional lantern as most do when they are here in this sacred space. As she works, her heart warms. Her love grows. And she hears a loving voice in her head spark to life, “Sweet travelling soul. Thank you for visiting me. I ask you to look at the form in front of you. This statue. Are you worshipping me for the way I look? Or are you worshipping me for the way I act? Or do we worship the same? Aren’t we the same, you and I? Aren’t our actions of the past only figments of memory today, as we sit here together, as equals, in the present?” Staring into the fire, the weary journeyer pauses in reflection. Indeed, she realizes that she has been worshipping both the earthly and the spiritual. The muse winks and whispers, “Therein lies the secret, beautiful heart. I see you. I see your love. It is now time for you to lead yourself in service.”

“Where the spirit does not work with the hand, there is no art.” – Leonardo da Vinci

She strums her fingers and sends a quartet of Borealis strings out into the sky. A simple joy, but one that she happily gifts the people below. The lights serve as a reminder that there is a symphony of life around them… a bigger plan that is not always evident from every vantage point. She steps onto the landscape with all of the strength and harmonic leadership that a powerful Emperor Muse can bestow. A warm breeze warms their cheeks, and she leads them confidently and graciously… empowering each and every one of them to do their very best work. She is a guardian. A provider. A steward. And she watches the lands and the mountains with great fondness. Busily, they mill and move and dance and sing, and when she hears the earthly hum of the land below, she knows that they are happy. Her heart lights up, and the warm glow of her contented structure warms the tops of the mountains. The night sky fades to the most beautiful shades of indigo, and peace fills the valley as all are protected and fostered.

Breathing life. Creating love.
Everything for the good of all creation.
Even when they can’t see the how and the why of it all.

The Cosmic Empress strolls gracefully in her garden of ideas. Golden seeds everywhere, she’s the epitome of fertility and feminine creation. Whistling the tones of symmetry and sacred geometry, she spirals her voice into beautiful new patterns and hums a new time-line into being. Seeds spark, plants begin to shoot, and from somewhere across the distance she hears the singing voices of children who are dancing their futures to life. Smiling, she pulls her hood back and showers their worlds with new energy and nurturing, motherly care. And all the Planets, worlds, lives and loves spiral out, auspiciously, from her star seed core. She creates from her most readily available resource of love, and she sends you a warm nod and a wink while reminding you that you can also access this ancient creator energy. As her children, we are made of this same fairy dust and we are shaped from the elements that originated from deep within her big-bang heart. We can use her musings to create life from deep within our bellies, or to bring our most exquisite visions into being. Her golden seeds are, after all, everywhere you look. Or wait… did you think those were lemons? ‘Hmmm,’ she muses, ‘What a wonderfully perfect day for some lemonade.

Reaching up, she weaves and spins her reality into form.
Magick from the ethers. Determination in hand. All the potential of the Akashics, waiting to sprout. She has all the tools she needs. She knows that the four elements support her journey and so she steps into the strings of her magic loom. With sound wave, heart wave, and thought wave, she promises to weave a better world. A light, luminescent substance of divine gel begins to form between her hands. It always comes so quickly when her intention is to create something healing for others. Something transcending. And totally rooted in love. // Focus // Breathe in. Welcome a trance state in order to tap into the liminal spaces of creative potential. Breathe out. Focus once more. Desire. Know the end game. Breathe in. Draw down. All the energetic materia that is needed to make it real. Breathe out. Finish by giving it form. Pattern. Thought. Color. Space. And so it is.// And in her waxing and waning breath she feels her magic arrive. And in her heart she feels her desires begin to crystallize.

“Art is standing with one hand extended into the universe and one hand extended into the world, and letting ourselves be a conduit for passing energy.” – Albert Einstein

Skip, Skip, Shuffle. Skip, Skip, Shuffle.
She hums a tune she used to know. And
with bated wishes she leaps into an abyss of stars.
And possibility. 1, 2, 3… Leap.

Thoughts eager,
Heart racing
Hopes high.

A million bits of colored stardust rise up to meet her, and she greets fable, myth and opportunity as she tumbles deeper. Her reality shifts, and she sees that her future is in here, in this beautiful swirl of light and potential. ‘What are you searching for?’ asks the Muse. ‘Something brave,’ she whispers, ‘Something new.’

For the briefest of moments, she feels unprepared. Naïve. Unsure. Foolish. Is she ready for this? Can she really take this journey? Then she remembers that she believes in magic. And in hopes fulfilled. And she smiles. She leans gleefully, spinning deeper into this trust, and she begins to hum once more – a song that sounds different this time around. Grander. Epic, even. The notes vibrate the space around her, and her new path begins to unfold beneath her feet. Leaving nothing to do but begin.