The currency of connection

We met again, the ‘sisters’ of the Global Unified Field.  Across the globe, across time zones, a meeting that usually works for everyone somehow. Today, there were some missing, whom we held in our hearts and our listening. There were electrical charge issues across the timezones too. In the middle of the call, the electricity went out in my home.

Just like that.

Cut off from it all. Cut off seemingly from connection. Cut off from our habituated senses and many of the senses that connect us in this day and age. The internet, the TV, the wider world.

There was an initial nervousness to it all. My husband and I both spinning, finding our feet in the darkness. Tripping over toys… lego…ouch. Jumbo lego…oucher. Bumping in to restless dogs who weren’t used to it all either. We reached outward, to each other at first. Then to our children, upstairs and no-longer connected through rooms by the monitors.

We really had to listen.

We reached out to the neighbours and family. “Have you been cut off too????”

‘No’ they said. They were in the full presence of the light. They were illuminated and connected by wires. They could see and hear.

And then as we settled in the seemingly sudden darkness, with the thought that we may be ‘unconnected’ for a while, things dropped.

I looked out the windows which are usually black as night, we four all used to looking outside from a lit window. Interestingly, my son had earlier asked if he could look at the darkness.. he is so intrigued by it.

Even on this stormy night there was a beautiful light in the sky. It lit the shadows of the trees around us, twisty dark against the new light-night sky that I saw. There was a settling sense of the rods and cones adjusting and seeing things differently in the dark.

I began to hear the music of the silence, the wind whistling through the chimney, softness of dogs pottering, the calmness all around, even in the wind. No more buzzing currents crossing paths and confusing things.

I could feel the ground beneath me more. The sense of finding feet. The temperature of the floor came in. Connection to ground.  Mindful walking.

And we listened. I could hear my husband breathing, the dogs moving. We heard each other. The content of communication was there. Hearing was undistracted by other attention-sucking devices.

I was always afraid of the dark. That speaks volumes to me now. I was always afraid of the unknown, of not being able to see.

I was always afraid of the dark times in life. The ‘what will become of me?’ sense. The grief of things I knew to be an important experience, but the fear of the unknown was powerful.

And in this natural darkness now, I am not afraid. I feel the heart of listening in me. This little one who speaks through the darkness, who lights the way, who connects me to myself and then to the darkness, the earth, the wind, the sky and to the world. Total trust and connection in the unknown.

Connection that is much more powerful than the fastest broadband and wider than the world-wide web.

This illumination that comes from the heart – so bright in the still night of the soul – is far-reaching.

And it says that each path is lit, the fuses ignited, and the charge of the currency is clarifying into the trickles from the blast as it needs to, connecting and uniting.

It says trust in the darkness. Don’t be afraid.

We can sit in the light and not see.

We can place ourselves in the surround of sound and not hear.


we can bask quietly in the darkness and allow the beauty to emerge.


Infinitely Intimate

So, our Global Unified Body listened again last night. There was so much that we shared together to hear and settle with the messages of the ‘incoming souls’ (as they are named beyond the blue).

There was so much in the physical change of it all, my nervous system felt old, then quiet, then new and tingly.

There was such a wonderful sense of the vulnerability of the female being interwoven with the masculine breath of strength. The peaceful warrior. ‘Masculeminine’, ‘Feminasculine’;  a merging of both to show a union of beauty. Hands clasped in connection. Neither greater, neither lesser. A weaving of sensuous strength.

And with this… emerging… such a sense of the ‘old’ ways of being needing to welcome the new. The old ears, the old eyes and the old ways of speaking. The old nervous system in its state of alert and readiness to flee from things seems to be making way for an ‘Iron Man’ of goodness and softness. The throat clearing for its new speech.

There is such awareness of moving forward through the fear of hearing our own voices, of speaking our truths, and of seeing clearly that the ‘dream’ is real.

That my little soul waiting is setting me up as a vessel to carry him, to birth him from his purity is awesome. That by receiving myself and this little soul in my heart, I can receive others and they can receive me. This is breath-taking to me.

That the little ones already here are telling us to listen to their siblings, and their embodied connection to the light (that we ‘human’ / ‘matter-ize’ ourselves out of so much) is also breath-taking.

And as the ‘sisterhood’ sat with this awareness of receiving, there was such an awareness of the soul sweetening into the heart.

For me it felt like a precious golden fluid, settling in my heart, and this, connecting with the golden soul-fluid of everyone.

And as this settled, here was the hand to hold it all, holding hearts in the palm of its acceptance. The unification of this felt so huge that it became an intimate viewing. Receiving One and receiving all in the tiniest and most vast moment.

So I sat and wrote the following for ‘me’ and my golden soul fluid, for my golden baby-beam soul fluid and so for all:


Where there is an old soul, there sits a new

Infinitely intimate, we two

Infinitely intimate with all heart’s souls – trickling gold

Sitting in the hand, the open hold

Beyond joy, pain, loss, grief

Beyond anything we know.

And we connect and love, and rest in this

stunning landscape of still unity.



© Nov 2015



Source matters – Amazing, I know that

Recently I was able to experience a session with my Prenatal support  ‘Witness’  and my Global Unified Body ‘sisters’ on the same evening. One followed the other. Perfect timing.

During the pre-natal session, my Witness and I spoke of vulnerability in sharing voice, experiences, etc, in acknowledging what you know but may be afraid of, in hearing your own voice, and in accepting (cognitively) how you may hear another across dimensions. We talked about the ‘judge’ the ‘inner critic’ and how that piece was still a voice that my head turned to listen to. She suggested that I give my inner critic a Craniosacral Therapy session. Hey, simple right? So I did.

It was the sum of all things seeing and thinking and it was turning these around and about in my body / psyche. It was physical, physical eyes moulding with third eye. It was trust. It was the cynical linguistic left brain opening to the creative intuitive knowing of right brain. It was the acute awareness of division. It was opening the left ear to hear, to be heard. It was so intricate that it is hard to remember the details, and really the details don’t matter now.

Afterwards I felt wide-eyed, more open. My third eye felt as though it had just taken its patch off – light was lovely. My brain felt wide open and receptive. In a ‘knowing, but not knowing what it was knowing’ kind-of way. It was amazing.

And so, after a time, I settled into connection with the ‘sisters’ of the Global Unified Body.  SO much arising.

And then, the purity came shining and said:

Receive ourselves truly, and receive Another. Truly.  Simple.



….Still smiling, accepting and basking in this some days later I am reminded of two beautiful things:

The first:

In my training as a therapist, our teacher Franklyn Sills spoke of the unequalled grace and beauty of the physical baby arriving into the world. As it comes in, the head raised and arms outstretched, the open heart shining, they say – not ‘I need your love’ rather –


And while we and our babies hold each other, being to being, no-name to no-name, we have this golden motion of love flowing one to the other. Receiving each others love.

When I had my daughter I remember feeling in that moment, that I had never NOT known her, that we had both come from something beautiful and I had known her forever. Somehow in the matter of myself I had lost the ‘knowing of the something beautiful’, and in that moment, she gave me a fleeting glimpse of that again.

It is familiar again after the session, I know this again. Both of my children are showing it to me clearly now (or I am seeing it clearly). It is showing up without doubt in my work with mammas and new babies.

The second:

My father-in-law had a good friend who replied ‘Amazing’ or ‘I know that’ to almost everything he said. My father-in-law later merged the phrases together and every time he found himself saying ‘Amazing!’, he would follow it immediately with ‘I know that’. My husband started to say this alongside him in life, and now says it in his memory. The phrase has caught-on in our home..

Since the beautiful session where knowing the purity and simplicity was revealed, where I have begun to receive of myself and of the one-ness with the incoming, I have found myself saying over and over:


I KNOW that.


© Nov 14 2015


Propulsion to the light


I am taking part in a group with Shelley Lemaire called the Global Unified Body.

It is just lovely, awesome. A group of women from around the world who sit and listen together to the incoming souls. They are being heard as best we can hear them, and with our best intention.

It has helped so much to deepen my listening and understanding of what my own little one brings. There is more clarity around hearing the simplicity’s need to be heard.

There are struggles at times with the brain’s need to make sense of stuff that is infinity old and infinity new. There are lots of physical changes as part of the processing within the group, within me.

Something that has been sitting with me for some time through this is the newness coming out of the old. On all souls day I went with my family to an ancient cemetery that sits by the sea. A tradition to remember those who have passed.

There was beautiful light there, and a beautiful sense of the souls that had gone before. A very different sense of loss. It was almost hopeful. Light. I loved it. My children played on the beach as the tide swooshed in and out as it has for centuries and will for centuries yet.

The children played as children have since children were children, living in every moment, being present to exactly everything they need in that moment.

I was struck by my baby soul beam and how it hears and acknowledges that the ancestors have brought us so much in so many ways, and what lies present within us. Though at times we may not like it. It was clear to me that there was light and dark in this and that the soul to come brings its light to illuminate the darkness of the past. And in that, propel us forward through the veil of the body, and into more light than we have ever known.

Out of the death and decay springs a sweet new light.  I welcome it and allow myself to receive, and accept what that brings in simplicity, in change and in challenge. I allow myself to rest in the sense of momentum forward and I feel excited by what it brings.


© Copyright November 2015