It matters to acknowledge in the moment your energy vibration….and be in it. Move in it.
Listen to your soul, learning why your humans energy has been set today…..then with knowing and understanding move within it.
You may find you stay here in this vibration all day….perfectly fine and most needed.
Delight in this being. Slower does not mean negative, or melancholy. A slower beat means a chance to saviour to experience each tiny dialect of lyric. There is a message to be heard in your pace of today.
If the day is rapid, then pick up your feet and be light. Do not wish it to be slower.
Today you are being given what you most need. The pace most needed for the greatest search of soul.
You may find that moving to the beat,you chuck on another song…a new rhythm….and you move.
Moments occur for many reasons and often we need to experience the moment…Move to the Rhythm of the moment.
Often ego fears the beat it most needs to dance to, so soul will ensure this playlist sits on repeat, once heard it will shuffle.
Find peace in your Rhythm today…especially if it keeps being played on repeat.
Have you ever stopped to ponder how amazing it is that we have the freedom to question things?
The freedom to buck the norm and instead embrace living life in the way that suits us?
The wording buck a sign of synchronicity, tonight is the buck full moon and a post will follow later. Today’s guidance layer. So pay heed.
We are blessed to live in a time where no one tells us who to love, where to live or what career to have. Not only are we free in those ways.
We are also free to get curious.
To dive deeper and question everything.
I would never be where I am today if not for that freedom and that curiosity.
My journey with spirit world, source, consciousness….Yes for Zowie it began with getting curious about my friend Mary.
She was around from early in my life. My first memory was her telling me I shouldn’t climb in my brothers cot. That I had to be careful as I…well nudged him to the bottom of the cot and climbed in to sleep with him. I was 3 ish. It was dark. My Mum had taken me to bed and stayed with me til I fell asleep.
I was always woken in the night. It was dark, times before night lights. I knew I was not alone in the room, it was dark. I do not remember being afraid….but that I had to be near another human. So….my baby brother got company.
I know this happened for a number of nights, weeks even. I remember my Mum telling me I must stay in my bed, I remember her saying she would sleep with me and that there was nothing to be afraid of.
I do not remember how the cycle was broken. It was more a subtle wearing out. A subtle washing away. A human conditioning, to be compliant with the known and accepted template.
Mary. She came at night first thats all I remember. She then became my friend.
I was about 4 when I saw adults looking at adults if Mary was mentioned.
A time my Mum had set the table for tea. In this house we ate at a table which had four chairs. The table was at the back of the long living room, and an arch way to the left into the kitchen. Today we would call it modern open plan living. My Dad was ahead of the times with design.
Teatime was between 5 and 5.30pm. Always.
I was called to tea. As I sat, I asked ‘where will Mary sit?’
My Mum looked at my Dad. I see it now clearly. Then I paid little attention. ‘Mary has to go home for tea, you can play tomorrow’ said my Mum.
Then I remember not long after. My Nan and Grandad. We used to go to their house for a Sunday roast.
I loved going. I loved driving up to the house. The side track to the right of it. It was here my love and affinity resonated with the willow tree. I adore them. Feel safe with them. Even now, if I need to feel safe in my mind I take myself back to my Nan and Grandads house. I stand outside in their cul-de-sac and I step to the right. And I stand under the willow. Its branches like cords of love and safety. And I turn and I face out. Often it rains, even storms. And I stand. I clear and I overcome what I need to in that moment. My lovely willow.
Their house, well was a grandparents house. To a little girl everything was bigger, had greater distance between rooms and boundaries. The ornaments, the furniture was…well my grandparents. The smell….clean, and air freshners mixed with the taint of tobacco. Both had been avid smokers since the war.
Both had begun to give up…but my Nan still smoked a few and my Grandad had switched to a pipe.
He had a chair in the corner. And his pipe stuff by the side.
He played music on his record player when we visited. He loved of all things an album of bird songs. Again…here I heard my first messages in birds words. Everyone listened to his new album with respectful interest for about….30 seconds. I get it. There was no words. Just birds singing to music. He loved it. I stayed in the front room with him and we danced.
As we danced he would mimick the noises. Again unknown to him and I then, a sound made and a calling then I began awakening came first. Came hard, fast, consistent and strong. No matter where I was in the world. Whether that bird be native or not. The sound would come. Would follow me. He created our sign, one that then my team in spirit harnessed once he has passed away….and it was time. I was being called.
My Grandad was there at the very beginning. Even though neither of us were humanely aware. Has been instrumental in all my steps with spirit. At the age of 4 I just didn’t realise of course.
My Nan cooked an amazing Sunday roast. Not better than my Mums, different. They were both great cooks.
How we ever ate Sunday lunch at 12.30pm…I will never know. But we did. With bread and butter on the side. And homemade crumble for dessert. Gooseberry crumble. They had a gooseberry bush. I have never had one since. But I know it tasted amazing.
We sat to lunch. The table was for 6. That’s us 4, my sister was not born yet, and my Nan and Grandad. I asked my Grandad where Mary would sit.
My Mum looked at my Nan. Her eyes with words of ‘see…’
‘Next to you Zo, next to you’ said my Grandad. I nodded and smiled. Everyone picked up their cutlery, and went to tuck in to their dinner.
‘We have to say Grace’ I said. Everyone paused. My Grandad smiled, and rested his fork and knife on each side of his plate. Which he used to do in between mouthfuls, whilst resting his hands clasped across his middle as his elbows rested on the chair arms.
‘OK’ he said. ‘Teach us what to say’
I put my elbows on the table, clasped my hands together bowed my head to my hands and closed my eyes.
I repeated what we had been taught at school to say before lunch everyday.
‘For what we are about to receive may the Lord make us truly thankful, Amen’
From that day forth I never sat at a table with my Grandad where he did not say and make everyone join in, grace. Our religion…gratitude.
I see that clearly now also. No matter what, there is always always something to be grateful for. Those moments can take away or dull the pain of more difficult moments. Find gratitude always.
Stopping. Taking a moment. The freedom to choose to be thankful.
Like my Willow I am many branches with many dropping leaves. Each with curiosities to be explored, questions to be asked. To dive deeper to explore EVERYTHING.
No one else around me did. Simply over time I was conditioned. Mary as a visual disappeared.
Spirit…my team…others for others…well for years to come they morphed into what my human allowed.
They became a part of me. My head, my thoughts, my feelings, my knowings. It was comfortable.
Yet unexplored. Potential uncovered.
As it was meant. For my human was experience it this way. So be it.
To be it now, then had to so be it.
A time came, when the callings the signs the need to dive deeper came. Another story another day.
Freedom. Curiosity. Is yours. You live in a time that you are free to choose your thoughts, your learnings, your explorations.
Sometimes that leads to getting uncomfortable with yourself as a person.
I force myself to examine my motivations and beliefs that drive my behaviors and reactions. I have to sit in what I have discovered and decide whether it is a truth I want to hold onto or if I need to start digging and unearth a different, healthier truth. Today updug Mary.
I thought she was and wasn’t. Today I see she is. Always.
Digging, Yes, that can be a difficult journey but freedom usually comes at a cost. I’d rather have to deal with that difficulty than to be forced to believe truths that don’t resonate with me and my beliefs.
There is so much more. For you. For all.
Today celebrate your freedoms.
Find your freedoms and get curious, maybe that sits here…..or there. No rules.
With a heart full of love you are brave enough for anything and anyone.
Bravery comes from courage, courage stems from a love filled heart.
Today be heart filled. Be Brave.
Bravery isn’t the weapon for courage, it’s a shield.
When achieving the totality of love then your soul will achieve this spirits main and overall intention and objective.
It is a daily task for our humans and hence why in reading my cards guided from those in divine…you are subtley reminded.
Daily…sometimes moment by moment. That viewing all and everything in love, will be all and everything.
I interact with many in spirit and particularly today spirit animal guides made their way through.
You would think our friend Lion would have come first, leading, commanding, steering the way…being brave.
Yet he was last. Last of 3.
Sparrow came first, I felt her and knew without words or transcript why she came. It was very quick, fleeting….Yet she was clear on purpose.
Light, flighty, joyful and lifting. You can close your eyes and just image her flitting about.
Followed by badger. He was slow. Heavy, weighty, sniffing, cautious…seemed wary. As with sparrow he didn’t speak, it was quick….Yet his message I felt very clearly.
And then he led. The Lion. Quiet, confident, assured, strength, humble, safe. He radiated safety.
He did speak and this card was his message to you, the reader.
The 3 together….Sparrow demonstrated we needed lifting, to be light and flighty and joyful…and yes to sing as we go about it.
Badger….showed how we are currently feeling, trudging, heavy. Weighty. (Don’t worry…He was acting for us, he in fact now just popped up on hind legs, doned a flat bowler hat, fastened a bow tie, grabbed a cane…and danced sideways taking a bow as if moving off stage 🤣)
Then Lion. He shows us how. To remind us to be brave. How to harness brave. For what brave is to the human, is not the true definition of brave.
I hope you enjoyed them, more importantly I hope you take heed.
I expect your day will have an entirely different result.
Think about what you want, not what you do not want. Guard your thoughts carefully, because they create your experiences.
Sometimes it seems that our thoughts choose us, but this is never the case.
We always choose our thoughts in every moment.
Our thoughts always have an effect, and there are no neutral thoughts.
One-half second before you hold a thought, you decide to hold it.
And so it is with practice, you can learn to monitor and alter your thoughts. This is the equivalent of putting your hands on the steering wheel of your life. Choosing the journey, the direction, the route and indeed the speed.
You may believe that your concentration abilities are impaired.
Yet the infallible energy of divine law of creation is within your own mind.
You can experience remarkable feats of concentration by affirming:
‘I am now able to focus my mind at will. I hold only loving thoughts, and angels, my whole spirit self and those in my spirit team act as my gatekeepers in establishing a steady stream of thoughts of love.’