Pomegranate seeds and Underworld Contracts…

I haven’t been writing my blog or fixing my website or really been doing anything to nourish my Soul or honor the Muses since I took a bridge job in October. I’ve been in such a funk, over worked, over stimulated and in a self abandonment spiral.

I manifested this bridge job too! But it quickly turned to shit. I’m incredibly grateful that I’m not there anymore! 7 months was more than I could chew of misalignment. I did however meet a Soul Sister while I was there and that made all of the bullshit actually make sense, somehow…

I’m in a liminal space now. A space in between. A place of shedding skin before my next venture. My time in the dream world has been more potent than EVER!!

Persephone has been the leading archetype that’s been showing up in meditation and themes of my subconscious this week in specific.

-FaceTiming with my Animus

-Getting GPS coordinates to Heaven

-Guardians of Divine Treasure

-My Shadow getting PAID $$$

-Self Exile

-Giving too much of my Life Force to the wrong architecture

-Nature & Decay/Envy & Shadow/Psyche exposed

-Anima wounded, exposed and vulnerable

-Protector & Caretaker / shielding others from the unconscious storm

-Suppression & Control / Protect, Prepare & Serve

-New life from unlikely places

Don’t assume what’s dead is done. New life can come from where you least expect it…

My subconscious has been showing me the cracks in the facade, the places where feeling and chaos leak out and the strange ways new life insists on being born.

My dream ego is being confronted with the deeper knowing of Self… and the message isn’t about justice or revenge or validation. It’s about the location of the Soul.

“To live in a way that is incompatible with the needs of the self invariably leads to a split in the personality, a loss of meaning and finally neurosis.” -C.G. Jung

Something inside of me is inviting me to belong to more. To rise to the next level of being, creating, living…

But a psychic part of me still clings to the old myth: “I’m not enough to be invited to Divine houses.”

And this is the dream’s medicine…

I’m already riding toward the mythic home.

I just haven’t realized…

I was always invited.