Dear One,

Opps! Accidentally sent the “wrong” blog last week on Easter. So here’s the Easter blog this week. It’s still a nice message for today or any day, right?

This morning I felt the drooping spirits of hunger’s plummet, the shakes and undercurrents of doom and discouragement as hormones flag. It’s time to break fast and lift the day. But first, in the advantage it gives of hazy mind, I write from a less able thinking state – a short message for Easter.

Easter Feast

Many saints of old lived in this place of physical denial, plumbing it’s unsteady lows for spiritual highs. Somewhere in the epigenetics of my DNA, and yours, lingers residue of those many deep vows with their fearful certainty that great sacrifice is required in exchange for Light.

So many ancestors within me over so many ages, strenuously striving through self-denial, hoping for crumbs at the table of Spirit, not seeing – having been taught otherwise – that the feast of Spirit is spread before them, daily, free for all to partake to satiety. It’s time to feast! Today, think not of sacrifice but of celebratory feasting.

Happy Easter, 🥚 🐣 🥚 🐣
Mayet Leilani

Dear One,

I had a client today who was struggling through a period of the difficult revisiting of childhood “stuff.” Many are experiencing this right now because the astrology is helping bring layers previously out of reach or stored in the body – in a muscle here or organ there. Such programs and memories are able to rise now to share their wisdom, to release, to flow on down the river with all else that is past.

I was reminded that in the first months of Covid, 2020, I had a period of that myself and I wrote something in my journal about it that I thought you might like to share with me.

Life is long enough that we’ve all been there more than once: those times when we find ourselves moving in the flickers between shadow and light.

Childhood Memories
Shadow and Light

Childhood memories, shadow and light, shadow and light. Laughter and tears. Wonder and fears. The shifting always between the up and and down, the in and the out, good and bad times, happy and free, unspeakably sad and carefully restrained.

Home was safe haven at day, uncertain terrain at night. My mother at the sink, upset, neck reddened by unnamed tension, my father stumbling about, ranting. But the next day we loft high in his Cessna 180, or the PA 14, flying above it all. Joyously I observe all of nature from above, including our own, as we fly to a favorite remote fishing spot and spend the day in solace of nature’s silence, letting the dark night slip to the background, as it does, with the sun.

We laughed and fried our fish over open flames, eating mom’s delicious homemade bread slathered with butter from the cow and then we chased and spun about, darting and dashing, giving one another chase as siblings do. Shadow and light, dark and day.

I learned early that life was found in the opposites, that the shifting poles required balance, that sorrow was a sometimes companion but not a constant, and that secrets needed silence to exist but also to heal.

I remember so much joy from my childhood, rare and wonderful experiences. I would not bargain away those woes handed off to me to become my teachers and my fears for I now know the light in them as well.

May all that is rising join all that is past in the great river of time beyond time, purified by the powerful Light of the indwelling god. That is my prayer.

Hugging you close if olde “stuff” is rising for you right now. Know you are in my prayers. And if you aren’t in it, please join me in this moment in prayers for those who are clearing and releasing with such intensity in these times.
Love,
~ 💜 Mayet Leilani
PS – the photo is my bush pilot dad, with one of his small planes.

Dear One,

This morning, preparing something to send you that might lift your day, I deepened into myself and found there the uneasiness of the world, the great waves of uncertainty that move through our times, our country, and through me in it. I asked for a dose of antidote. And this little poemette popped in like an exercise, or reminder, a vision, and adjustment.

Goodness

Such goodness. Such Goodness!
Such goodness unbounded
By goodness surrounded
I’m really astounded!
There’s goodness above and
Goodness below
In every direction, wherever I go

Wherever I turn it’s goodness I see
Such goodness unfolding
That’s what I’m beholding
No more withholding!
Great waves bringing goodness
The horizon so near
Such blessings of goodness are here!

I was moved into a contemplation of the goodness that’s everywhere, seeking it out, moving into it, feeling it, experiencing it until I could grasp its certainty. It took a little time before my body – which feels the tension and sometimes takes it in – responded to the reality of the goodness and began to relax it’s call for flight/stress hormones that send the mind into paroxysms of concern.

Ahh… there’s the first bit of space, an easing in the chest and throat, a deeper breath. So much goodness is always here. And then in the silence and goodness of this moment came a double haiku:

In the Silence, Light,
rising up on wings of breath,
angels following

Bringers of Love, Joy.
They fluff my aura, playful,
Singing All Is Well!

And I joined the Angels of Goodness, lying back on my pink fluffy cloud with them and listening to their song, taking a little vacation from earth strain, refreshing myself more fully, drinking in the essence of this remembrance of who I am and who my friends are 😇.

And then I sank into the thing I long to do most, I sank into the depths, into prayer and chant for others, for the world, whose needs are my own. I surrendered into offering antidote to a world often gasping for breath – offering this radiant beam, this balm, of goodness and silence, sending it forth with all the force and blessing of air, out out upon the winds that reach all corners of the land: sending out the angels’ message, All is Well, all is well, all is well.

I am antidote, I am. An angel of goodness. That is what is at the true core of being human. That is the lighted core of what we are. May we all feel the goodness and mercy that is the deeper truth of our times, and know that all is well, all is yet well and will be.

This is the prayer I send today, along with so much love,
~ X😇 Mayet Leilani