Rising above the clouds we find clarity. In ourselves. In our pasts. In our actions. And when we are called forth to look at the timeline of our own lives, we find a judgement day that can help us to ascend beyond the limits of ourselves if only we are keen to learn, expand, and to grow. The key to this judgement… this reckoning of the heart and memory, is to be able to dish out radical self-compassion and forgiveness. And to see yourself as the beautiful spark of inspiration that you are. You are divine. Love. Mystery. And when you open yourself up to this beautiful truth you will see that your flaws are rooted in your human-ness and that your fears are rooted in your desire to always do a better job than last time. Beautiful soul. Bright shiny light. Awaken to the magic you possess in your heart, and look at your past as an incredible lesson. A history… a story… of beautiful and broken things that have brought you right here, to this moment, to this place where you can awaken to your own magnificence. Where the only judgement to be laid is by your own honest heart, and where a forgiveness of the Spirit – by the self – is the remedy for futures cherished.

The Star Muse hears her name being called across the Cosmos… and she rises to hear the beckoning hopes of those who allow her energy to root, and grow – and indeed live – in their hearts. One foot in the water and one on land, she is able to draw on the power of the sea and the stars, and use them to nourish dreams. She sends her energy out in stardust and waves of healing and cooling nourishment, and she feeds desires, deep selfdiscoveries, and bright wishes for a better future. With the brightest of lights and with clarity she offers you a powerful message of fulfillment– you are ready for this beautiful journey. Along with a joyous wink filled with the patience of hopeful expectations, she assures you that everything is in perfect order. Take a sip of her fountain of faith and believe in your incredible power to reach your goals. Open your heart to her starlight and sunshine, knowing that her magic is here for you today and that it brings with it a promise of renewed hope and trust in your ability to shine.

Hello, fragility. Oh-so-soft-and-sweet and cracking, as everything seems to crumble into a million little fragments. When life seemingly falls apart and everything is breaking into pieces, this Muse can be called upon to powerfully clear any situation and to carefully… oh so carefully, pick up the slivers of broken dreams and of mismatched ingredients. She finds herself drawn to these moments of breaking down, to lives filled with large, stagnant blocks of energy. When they become loose they offer opportunities to create a whole new foundation from the shattered bits, and like a cosmic puzzle- maker she creates from this chaos and moves heavy, outgrown fractures in order to force-fit the new. She is the re-builder of stories, dreams and souls… the seemingly ruthless teacher who sees the possibility long before you do. And she is not afraid of change. She revels in it, actually, as lives stuck in the mud always have diamonds hiding just beneath the surface. She knows that she would not be drawn to any situation that was already perfectly balanced, or whole. She knows that sandblasting is needed prior to polishing, and she knows you can handle the discomfort while you work with her to create the new. She is only called in to sweep up the mess when things are already failing and shifting uncontrollably in the background. She does the final bulldoze, knowing that it may feel painful. Or scary. So she does it as lovingly and as peacefully as she can. Yield to her musings and allow shifting to happen as she sets things into re-alignment. Resistance is futile. And painful. And she hopes you will welcome her with open arms, and see what’s possible when you find adventure in the unknown of the unexplored.

Approaching their potential downfall, they began to play with the strings of temptation. 1, 2, and oh how wonderful it felt to let go… to break free from the monotony of the every day! They danced and sang, and stirred their mind with a delicious blend of testing and tasting all the things. Pleasure. Divine nectar, and a simple aphrodisiac of the Spirit. But when it was time to return, they realized that they didn’t want to let those strings go… nor to stop the music that they could finally hear. They wanted the whirling dervish to continue. So they went on. Too soon, their arms were tired. The slippery slope of adventure and desire came so quickly, and they found their arms lifeless… like puppets. Yet they had to keep moving. Swinging listlessly, wildly, they kept those strings moving up and down. They blamed the Muse of Liberation and Freedom for their plight. They blamed her for their endless game and dance. But they couldn’t see how bound she was to their actions and to their choices. Like them, she wanted nothing more than to rest. And she cried out from below, begging them to see – to notice – that they were the ones with the strings. They were the ones who could cut these cords and liberate unwanted attachments. Only they could say no, and peer into their own shadows. Below, she waited, endlessly, for them to free themselves from their shackles of ‘there’s nothing I can do.’ She waited, miserably even, for them to find sovereignty, freedom and hope – for them to rewrite their story and to step into the truth that they were the keepers of their soul.

(Cough) This dust. This ancient dust. My lungs reek of it. This stuckness. Oh, this sticky place. And my fragmented self wants to fight my way out of these self-made tethers that hold me back. And down. And I see…above… I see a light. I can see it with my heart. (And listen! My heart still beats. I am still awake. I am still alive! ) Sweet nectar. Florals. Faces. I would open my heart and my voice to see the truth… I would see the rebirth that I am being offered. I would see that I can just let it go… and allow the old to decay in order to create the nutrients for the new. The beautiful, fertile grounds will be the brewing pot for the things that I have dreamt of but not found. And for the things I have missed as I held on to old beliefs that have kept me stuck in the mud. I will be still enough… bright enough…. soft enough… fierce enough… I will be enough and I will rise in my rebirth and to awaken to the truth that everything I need is inside of me. And from this perspective of seeing new growth, we notice that a burial and a planting look a whole lot alike.

And all the things race through her mind as she approaches the gateway of Justice. Even though the destination is the same, the way she arrives has great bearing on her experience of the journey.
Have I done the right thing? Do I feel proud of my actions?
Have I been honest and fair? Do I walk with integrity?
Have I acted in alignment with my heart and with my values?
In the beginning, there is choice. In the middle, there is Justice. Law. Karma. And in the end, we meet our own hearts with great clarity. Sometimes, what’s ‘right’ or correct can be difficult to discern. And now, with the giant Muse of Justice in front of her, she questions her steps. She knows she has done her best to choose a path of love. Of right-ness. Of integrity. But she is imperfect and there are times when she falls into the grey. There is always the grey, the times when things don’t feel black or white, even though Justice seems to see two tones. She pauses and holds her breath while the giant Muse rises in front of her and watches her on the path. Lights shine down and spin from above. Two hands hold opposite energies, and they test and weigh her outcomes. And with a simple nod the two doorways flash day and night, and she walks the bridge on the right hand side, making her choice. She has been following the rules set by her heart and by society, and with her steps of love she has been set free.

She remembers the little girl she used to be, jumping off the cliff and into these waters of the divine magic. And now, she lives here, totally at home in this ocean of creation, and she rises out of the Universe pond with her world in her hands – and everything is coming to completion. All the loose ends are being beautifully tied and braided into new beautiful endings of success and joy. She smiles, because the closure of fruition is sweet. 

You’ve made it.
Celebrate. All things.
The cycle ends. The circle closes. 

She enjoys the completion of this chapter, and prepares to become the Fool once more, poised and ready to dive into another new ocean of possibility. But first… a moment to celebrate this completion, and a deep breath in to see it through to the finish line.

In a world full of sun and shadow, she always finds a speck of time to pause, and a moment to stop and say hello to the sunlight. For the sun is life itself. Divine energy. The will to grow and to thrive, and the ability to do so. When she slows enough to really feel, and she reaches out with her mind to say hello to this massive surge of positive energy, she always finds her mind spinning beautifully, peacefully, hypnotically. And the dance it does is one of geometric shapes and of full flow from the divine. It’s a dance of ideas and of healing memories. Because oh, how the sun can heal. Her mandala mind kicks up its colours and adds a perfect jolt of freedom found… in her heart. She knows that this signals oncoming success. Total freedom. Joy and happiness. She floats, knowing that she will experience it soon, and that her life is about to get a whole lot better.

Sweet watery goddess moon. I call on you when I am having trouble seeing what lays ahead of me. Two maidens light the way, yet both are blind to what happens down the road… for me. Both are oblivious to the next part of my path and offer little counsel, except to trust my intuition. Their shadows play tricks with my eyes, and without true clarity I find myself quieted. Afraid. Unsure. Sweet mothering goddess moon, help me to find my way in the dark, and discern illusion from reality. Please illuminate what is lost in the shadow. Please help me to see my best path.
{ And – She shifts. Slightly. Slowly. }
And the shadows bend and lengthen. A fog lifts and she casts streams of glistening light and truth on the landscape. Her silvery voice fills senses, “Moon child. I will dispel the illusions of the night. There is ancient wisdom down this road… and yet you must meander into my moonlit streams of unconscious trust, allowing your intuition to hear the gentle nudges of your knowing.” Her voice streams in, louder now, “find peace within the shadows and the unknowns, for there is deep magic there. Find deep truth in your own discernment, in the moment. Sometimes we cannot know until we walk the way.” I nod, knowing that my path is indeed a path of uncertainty at this time, and that fears will dissipate as the sun peeks over the horizon at dawn. I feel her gentle whispers as I walk, 

“You were written in stardust , and folded through time, and the seas of illusion, are your mountains to climb.”