Gillian MacBeth-Louthan – From Your Hostess Of Light – 13 April 2015

From your Hostess of Light

As we move our very kicked cosmic butts away from the eclipses and the 4-4 doorway we look intensely into our selves seeing a deep shift that cannot be named or explained. Once again we are not who we were and we are not who we are becoming. Like a shape shifter we are caught mid-stream between a hard place and a slippery rock. How can one be so alone and yet to connected to everything in the universe?

The energy of the 4-4 came in like a razor sharp storm that cut right thru any and all illusion and perception. It stretched itself like a angry snake across all the lands and peoples that were to shift and allowed for the cleansing and opening of all that was whole and holy.

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Gillian MacBeth-Louthan – From Your Hostess Of Light – 10 March 2015

From Your Hostess Of Light

As we all walk forward in time from the battlefield of winter, we are weary confused and on guard. Are we prepared for theses shifts to come in whatever name and form they desire? The weather has more moods than a teenage girl on a full moon prom date.  How do we prepare for energies that no not respond to our prayers and well wishes? It is obvious that man cannot tame the goddess of winter for she demanded homage on bended cold knee. What will the goddess of spring ask of this year?

Gillian MacBeth-Louthan – From Your Hostess Of Light – 15 February 2015

As we enter the month of the heart and all that entails we enter places of emotion we are not prepared for. All places and times merge together in a patchwork of feelings that cannot be explained away. Spontaneous eruptions of tears and fears come to the surface as we walk forward into more light and enlightenment.  As we entered 2015 a great sadness and heavy dense feeling entered many of us. We wept and mourned for things that had not even occurred. We felt the presence of the ‘great comforter’, the one that holds the hearts and hands of Earth, as we as a planet experience biological despair.

Many have already left the earthen playing field, some four legged and fuzzy, some the last of a powerful generation and some just dear wonderful friends that got tired of being too human. As the baby boomers step up to the plate of light, it is their turn to stand at home base, hit the oncoming changes, and shift with precise accuracy.  Crossing their figures and wearing their lucky socks they hope for a grand slam but will settle for 2^nd base.