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Defiant, in Our Naked Truth

Are we yet impregnated,

by the soon-to-be Ghosts,

of a Fading Age?

Inseminated even now

with the unmet dreams

and impossible to bear expectations

of a minority frenzy

still unaccepting

of the Common need

to bring forth from our Womb

a power Truer

than the one of Era previous.

Can we rid ourselves

of the antiquated notions

that have fueled everlasting wars

as an endless attempt

by those fearful of the

Truer Power

to retain the last gasp

of a false hierarchy structure

whose withering seeds

prove inability to father

further violence and mayhem

through those whom have boldly

reclaimed their wombs.

Let us not waste our precious Vessels

nor Seeds

on that which cannot,

Will not

acknowledge that refusals for transparency

are for the betterment

of no One but themselves

while continuing their mad grabs

for corporations, currencies and titles

with little regard for the damage to lands

and vital resources

bestowed as inherent rights

for the support and comforts of

All Life Forms

upon Our Earth Mother.

Be Bold and Unafraid

Stand Nakedly in Your Truth

and notice

Who is Bold and Unafraid

in their Nakedness

Beside You.

This is Family;

This is Tribe.

This is why you did The Work;

and Very Soon

you will plainly see

You are not Alone.

Kachina, One with Self aka Sharon Brodbeck

Jan 6, 2023

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As Pluto ingresses Aquarius, the first of three such events between now and November 2024, the Moon in Aries is waxing square to Pluto.

This implies that we’ve got shit to do in the coming months of this first ingress period.

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I smothered it;

I smothered it ‘ere full breath could be undertaken,

Re-animating a once lovely yet still-past, dead Thing.

Though saddened I was by the doing of it;

I have no regret of the act,

and decision for it, in itself.

The returning of the Thing to Rest,

‘ere accountability be demanded of me for its very Existence,

was the proper course to be undertaken .

One day future when glimpsing past,

it shall be known that the ending of the Thing

was the beginning of the Liberation

for Us each.

I wish it to be understood;

that my relinquishment unto Death,

of the very Thing that I desired so,

is offering of testament to a growth

bearing fully this humble recognition

that should the beloved Thing Become

once more Arisen

finding itself Reborn unto a new Day

it’s Promise to resurrected Life was gifted by a Power

far exceeding of mine alone.

Sharon Brodbeck 10.21.2022

Into the Mystic

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He denies me Beauty

Despising me for my Love of It

yet but a twisted whimper of wrath

is his claim upon a fame.

Should thou peer keenly

upon the wrinkle set over brow

what once was mistook

for mark of great thought

shall prove to be naught

but crevasse of envy

pressed ever more deeply

‘neath beguiled weight

of self-doubts.

Why then should I

invite upon mine own mind

the burdens of thee

whom would seek to shackle me

within fortress walls

bereft of Life?

For is it not true

that your denial of a Thing

can no more cease the existence

of that Thing

than it can prevent

my Love upon It?

I will not fret you further

in these matters and Ways

yet will choose to full Heartedly Embrace

all of my Greatest and Truest Loves

wasting not yet another moment

indeed many sunrises of moments

in a denial of That which is found

pleasurable unto Mine Very Soul

so that you might find a small

indeed dismally small comfort

through your banal denials

of Beauty and Love

so that one’s self

finds preservation within

a misery of righteous Wrongs.

© Sharon Brodbeck  10.15.2022

Into The Mystic

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My body is a temple

my body is a tomb

my body has given birth

and been birthed

by another body’s womb

what womb, I muse, shall birth me

back into the ethers

from hence I once came

born in to this world of matter

to play at an oft times cruel game.

Sharon Brodbeck 07.30.21

Into The Mystic

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Let your grief be as a warm blanket passed down through many generations of those that also have weathered this storm and added to this rich weave the thread of their own survival;

As the icy winter gale wails and thrashes and moans about you, a mirror to all that you have locked within, allow the weight of this blanket to anchor you to the world you fear is being torn away from beneath you;

Find the assurance within the thick wrapping of so many common threads, that even though you now feel threatened within every fiber of your being by the storm that rages on both around you and within you, you will indeed survive this tempest to meet with a new dawn;

Though you may emerge from this period bearing the bruises of the gale that engulfed you, homage to the truth of your ordeal, you will add your own thread of wisdom, born of your companionship with grief, to the ageless blanket that shall be lovingly availed to the next whom finds themselves in need of it.

© Sharon Brodbeck 9.29.2022

Into The Mystic

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I knocked on the doorway marked Freedom; yet no one answered.

I knocked many times more and awaited the door being swung open wide by the will of another; yet still it remained shut up.

Fuming and flummoxed I collapsed upon the doorstep.

I sat wearily for hours; indeed it felt to be many lifetimes so exhausted was I by the futility of my efforts to obtain entry to the Hearth of Freedom through the doings of another.

With emotions now spent, and will brought low, I arose once again; resolved to take leave and intent upon abandoning my afore sought objective.

While standing with gaze upon bulwark entryway and devoid of previous desire, an acceptance of my defeat, a whispered thought stilled my leave and I found my arm extending tentatively toward the knob of the door.

With expectation previously placed upon the deeds of others released, my fingers encircled the knob;

And So It Was, that with the Turning of Thought and Hand, I did now with great ease achieve the entry to the Freedom I long sought.

I share the undoing of this long suffered self-riddle now, as I rest within these Halls of Grace, and I offer this Truth hence gleaned;

Always it was I, and I alone, that were responsible to My Freedom; for none could give what they had not taken but merely as burden had received when once I had erroneously cast forth my destiny upon their efforts and deeds.

Sharon Brodbeck 09.28.2022

Into The Mystic

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The Webs once Spun;

I have seen Undone

yet damage not their Spinners

To glorious Queens of this Autumn Age

a Litany offered before grand display

of these finest silver woven wonders

With respect made plain;

a last delicate tendril lifted from furled brow

considerate of entanglement lessons gleaned

I am free; I Am Free!

no longer these mortal webs shall encumber me

and though I loathe not

those that sought to bind

be mindful we no more shall meet

lest it be sincerely understood

the Merry Part offering

 of our Sacred greet.

S.B. 9.18.2022

Into The Mystic

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In my dying times

I curl in upon myself

brittle becomes my flesh

my muscles, my bones

ache though I do

with the rot of it

still I seek to protect

possible newborn prospect

deep within the skeletal remains

of what once I was

Sharon Brodbeck 7.20.21

Into the Mystic

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Situations that were seeded in the second half of March 2020 are now reaching a crisis point.

The drive for autonomy is becoming paramount.

Achieving autonomy requires courage for it can only be successfully attained through self-evaluation.

Seeking to obtain power from outside of oneself will only result in frustration and possible violent response. (more…)

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gift-of-lifeParaphrasing Florence Scovel Shinn on the subject of loss:

We can only lose that which is not ours by Divine Right or that which is not good enough for us. 

Bless what and whom leaves your life knowing that you shall receive equal, or better, in return.

Thank you Florence! ♥

Be Well!

© 7.30.2020 Sharon Brodbeck in2themystic.wordpress.com

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