History (aka karma) lives in our cells and guides us towards experiences and people that can assist us in transforming it, releasing us from the grip of the karmic cycle, individually and collectively. It will speak to us in instincts, intuition, urge or ‘heart’s desire’. Disrespecting any of those or talking ourselves out of following their advice cuts us off from fulfilling ‘our’ Soul’s Purpose and deprives others of the same. Although I rarely know where I am guided to before I set off, I learnt to never question these messages as they always direct me into deeper awareness.
Last month I received an urge to go across the border. So I did. Having not visited for 3 years, I missed England. Funny thing – belonging. Edinburgh, the cradle of Enlightenment, certainly inspires my mind and is intellectually fast paced which I enjoy. Yet in London I ‘feel’ at home, I re-connect and my heart expands.
I spent majority of my time in Brighton, where I sank into relaxation listening to the waves, sipping cups of tea and writing. Fireworks were a bonus and rather appropriate for new beginnings. 2 days into the bliss and the ‘original’ intention of the visit was revealed to me. I came not only to re-asses elements of an identity I picked up unconsciously a decade ago but also to touch the heart of Brighton bombing (1984). History, of course. Perhaps even those involved had reconciled but the twisted collective pathways remained. And sure enough, after tuning in there they were: coldness, hatred, paralysis and deep mistrust that reached far beyond the city and the community. One of the most fascinating energies I dealt with this time were terror which almost immediately gave birth to numbness and was in turn encased by it. If allowed to sit for long enough, the only result of such combination is eruption.
Energy has to go somewhere and it always does. I did my best to loosen up the stone energy and release at least some of the heat which proved challenging. Firstly, the friction and stubbornness between both nations was still palpable and almost impossible to bridge. Secondly, I did not have ‘Irish blood’ near me to draw wisdom from or anchor the process into the human form. I will be returning to England in Autumn to feel for results.To say that I am blown away and humbled by what I was given here to do is an understatement. Sometimes I hold my breath in awe at the magic that happens through the human heart and I hope I will live long enough to see Mother Earth totally balanced. For the time being ~ Happy 2015.