|Pre-historic Mississippian culture gorget|
|West Kennet crop circle, 2009|
'For Jung, Tarnas noted, “all events, inner and outer, whether emanating from the human consciousness or from the larger matrix of the world, were recognized as sources of potential and spiritual significance.”
I thought about that last quote for a while. It seems that once you recognize coincidence as meaningful, once you’re in the flow of it, the inner self and the larger outer matrix whisper constantly to each other. All we need to do is listen."
Trish MacGregor, Synchrosecrets Blog
I love the wonderful blog on synchronicity created by writers Trish and Rob MacGregor, which never fails to give me insight and affirmation of my own experiences of synchronicity. So I take the liberty of quoting above from that blog.
I will be teaching at Sirius Rising and at Starwood this summer, as well as at the Studio on Broadway in Newburgh, NY (more on that later). I've also been wanting to visit a shamanic healer who has been very influential for me, Jewell, who lives in Shutesbury, Mass., a new friend also in that area, artist Valerianna, and the Sirius Community, also in Shutesbury. I've been feeling very stale, and have felt more and more strongly that I had to get on the road, to refresh, get into flow, open up, connect. I have many responsibilities here, so getting things together to leave is no small task, and I was planning on leaving the first of July. But I've been feeling so strangely agitated that it seemed a long way off.
Last week I was sitting at a table talking with someone about my Spider Woman project, the meaning of the myth to me. During a pause in the conversation, I noticed a transparent strand with a tiny spider.............no one had noticed except me as it dropped down to hang right at eye level! Later that day a little spider was seen hanging right in the middle of my windshield...............The next day I received a phone call from a friend in Sedona, inviting me to come up the following week (now) to see the Grand Canyon, visit Sedona, and possibly attend a Hopi ceremony. I said yes!
"I let my life be guided by a strange language that I call “signs”. I know that the world is talking to me, I need to listen to it, and if I do so I shall always be guided towards what is most intense, passionate and beautiful. Of course, it is not always easy.
If you trust life, life will trust you."Paolo Coelho
One last amazing synchronicity: just the day before yesterday I received a order for a large Green Man mask (the Green Man, of course, symbolizes the return of life in the spring). The mask is to be sent to..................Shutesbury, Massachusetts! There are hundreds of little towns in Massachusetts – what are the odds! So, I leave feeling encouraged by the universe. Jewell's center in Shutesbury is called “The Source”, and all she does is about Earth spirituality.
|Om Tare, Tu Tare, |
From you, the demons of delusion fly
Praise Tara, whose fingers adorn her heart
Light radiates from a wheel in Your hand.
So. It is time to return again, not only to Vermont and Massachusetts, to New York where I once lived, not only to see my healer and friend Jewell, but, to The Source.
And.............the Greenman, the source as well, the source of renewal of life in the spring. Here is a poem I wrote about The Greenman, so long ago, and on an enchanting summer day in Vermont:
Remember me, try to remember.
I am that laughing man with eyes like leaves.
When you think that winter will never end, I will come.
You will feel my breath, a vine caressing your foot.
I am the blue eye of a crocus opening in the snow
a trickle of water, a shaft of light among the trees:
You will hear me singing
among the green groves of memory,
and the shining leaves of tomorrow.
I'll come with daisies in my hands,
we'll dance among the sycamores
Lauren Raine 1996
I've been rushing around like crazy trying to get things done, and lo and behold, today is the day, car is packed, and, with Spider Woman as my Co-Pilot, I'm ready to leave for points north, and then points very east, just about as east as I can go until I run into the Hudson River. May She give us all............a finely tuned Webbed Vision. Blessings of the Journey to all my friends who read this.