Whom Does the Grail Serve?

If we forget to ask – then nothing can heal.

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It was late afternoon

In an industrial part of Boulder

An odd place for a walk

But Banks and I both needed a stretch….

Heading back toward the car-

We approached a man in a black T shirt

Getting ready to bed down for the night

By a utility box- with his two white sheets.

And as we passed -he warmly called out

“Merry Christmas”

And where do we go from here…

In the parking lot – my car held

An extra warm shirt and a travel blanket

Which I took over to him.

He’d already covered up with his sheets-

Shivering.

I suggested that I drive him to the shelter

But he said that he wasn’t good with people.

I handed him my jacket , knowing it was not enough.

I think of him..

One of us who lives

And possibly dies- so close to the veil.

Our shared mythology experienced for a moment.

Thank you.

When we were young

John’s mother bought him a raft

Tor 800 dollars and he and his friend

Formed a rafting company called Styx River.

The river between life and death.

( I guess they were warning their customers)

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In my morning mediation

As I allow for a “part “to come forward

I didn’t know who it was a first

But I trusted the guy…

His boat gently rocking on the River Styx

Holding his latern to brighten the dark

It turns out he’s an old friend…

His only task is to ferry me across

When it’s time.

I love this guy and he loves me.

It’s love that carries us over.

As we become Galactic Beings

( Does anyone listen to Pam Gregory?)

She is most encouraging

Framing these difficult days

As a cleaning of the house.

A time to experience-

Feelings that just need to be felt….

Tranformed into something more round….

Their sharp edges not pricking the heart.

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There are little kids in us

That get hurt or sad or mad and inside of me

I have a tough orphaned street-urchin kid

He’s mad as hell and because

I understand his point of view

He is now willing to accept shelter in my house.

I’ve left the door open

Feels right to both of us.

On this windy night.

Meet my project- this small book 4.5 x 6

I’d made a prototype with a friend

To print on Amazon ‘s self publishing-

Rabbit hole… but it didn’t have soul.

The Marys required my old school-

Joyful cutting and glueing –

The table covered with the chaos of creation.

It was a pre -computer day

Delighting in the process of making art

Hands on- all the way.

I’d love to send you one-

But just as in making the book

This is old school – send 5 dollars

With a return- stamped envelope to

Sally King- 618 Apple Valley Rd, Lyons Co 80540

” The soul asks for a change

The mind agrees

But the field chooses the familiar…

Not out of resistance

But out of protection.

You repeat what once saved you.”

But when the original emotion is finally felt

We get another vibrational narrative….

A new frequency replaces the old one.

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I have just dipped my toe into Parts Work

But right away- I meet a Part

Stranded on an island ( My Keeper of Sadness)

And when I asked her how I could be of help …

All she wanted was contact with The Self.

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Love is on this island too –

Liberation is at hand.

Quetzalcoatl sits on the ridge overlooking the field-

The plumed serpent goddess who appears in times of change

Her benvelolent smile- supporting us with her knowing wisdom.

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Charlie says that it was the Arapahoe that camped here….

Plentiful game by the river…..

As she sat on the riverbank just

Before the November sun set.

Her soft gray hair and knowing wisdom

So much like her rock counter-part-

I listened with everything I had

As she channeled their words…..

That nature is a pattern we can follow

Shy bear, patient deer, determined turkey

Silent fox- loud kingfisher…

Invisible moutain lion.

Great Spirit – beat of the heart in the chest.

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Charlie wants me to continue listening

( they like it- she says) I think I will –

I felt such contentment in Charlie

As she conversed in this way-

I’d like to give it a try.

Sometimes I hold a mirror

And while looking at my own face

Let a self portrait – happen….

Usually it is someone else who comes in

And they are a intriguing surprise…

( is that what love is?)

We each have a leading edge

Where spirit is transforming us- where

Something grubby must be let go.

No lists of past grievances-

Control too -into the cauldron with you

Delightfully surpised ….

By what wants to happen next.

Here we go, feels like a sled ride…

weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

The feminine and the masculine

Are the necessary alternating current…..

A spin that creates life.

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The golden egg that became you

Was in your mother at 5 weeks gestation.

The miracles abound….

And the eyes to see them.

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3i Atlas went first to Mars ( Masculine)

Then to our feminine planet-Venus-

And on Dec 19th- Earth…..when

Our alternating current will set to rights…….

An opporuntiy to be our Sovereign Selfs

To feel our belonging and shine.

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In preparation- I can feel deep healing happening

It’s always been about supporting the feminine

That soft belly – golden egg- super nova heart being

And let it shine.

He was begging to be shown – “How to fix this”

And they just giggled – and brought in more love.

Love sweeping in to answer his every question….

Shown the pattern of perfect love overlaying it all

Halting his desperate need to fix.

They showed that everyone is light

Giggle giggle – and there was nothing to fix.

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I felt so related to his dream

Tears were streaming down my face

Weary to the bone of “the failure to fix”

But in listening to his voice

I saw what he has seen

And today a deep trust has been restored.

The heart knows the way.

Surrender to the light

Surrender to spirit.

I am more ready

Having held on too tightly.

Surrender

Like a leaf finding ground.

I see you.