Easter Muse-ings Part 2

🌸Holy Saturday🌸

Good morning all, more musings on Easter for me today.

I didn’t sleep too well which is unusual for me.

So , I decided to get up at 5am and make some Bobinsana and Rose tea.

Bring in some gentleness and listen to my hearts needs.Instead of tossing and turning and getting cross with the approaching Dawn 😂

Then I began pondering on Jesus in the womb- tomb, where he was taken to after his death.

A deep dark womb of a tomb.

Safe and quiet.

Waiting for rebirth.

I keep finding myself looking at this story through child’s eyes.

This is where I learned the most about Jesus, at school. My family wasn't religious at all.

I felt so sorry for Jesus, the way his friend betrayed him, having to carry a big heavy cross and wear a crown of thorns.

Thorns that cut deeply into his head, blood streaming down his soft, kind, face.

And ultimately hung on a cross by nails hammered through his hands and feet.

Horrific !

What a story to tell to 6 year olds.

I remember it clearly and also the nightmares.

But, you know what?

I still felt the love and compassion in my heart.

For him.

I believed Jesus when he said heaven is inside you.

Tucked inside your heart, (maybe I added that bit 😀)

And I still believe that to be true.

So, I learned something in the horror of it all.

Anyway after his death, Jesus’s body was wrapped in cloths, like when he was a baby. Wrapped inside the cloth, Myrrh and aloes.

He was placed on a shelf in a rich disciples cave.

Joseph of Arimathea (a good guy)

Something else that captures my imagination and senses, to this day oils, resins and herbs.

Sweet smelling plants to hide the smell of decay and cleanse on a spiritual level.

And then, miraculously a huge stone being was rolled over the door of the tomb!

I always wondered how big and heavy it was, and how many people it took to roll it.

A question my teacher didn't have an answer for 😉

And sweet, kind Jesus starts his journey nto the land of the dead.

(As I am writing this, I am seeing Jesus with a lovely big drum! )

No offense meant.❤️

The wounded warrior descends into this

liminal space, this edge, this threshold, a place for him to sit in quiet in the void,

Here he surely contemplates his suffering before his transformation and resurrection.

Did he feel abandoned?

Was this a dark night of the soul?

🙅‍♀️

But, deliberately he journeys into the depths of darkness, to confront the roots of fear, to break open tombs and guide lost souls, a psychopomp, bringing light to the darkness.

It is said Adam and Eve were amongst those lost souls.

And what of Mary Magdalene ?

Well, she cannot gain entry to the tomb as the city walls are high and the gates are locked.

She must wait in patience and prayer again.

There is so much that resonates with me about this part of the story.

The herbs the death and dying, symbolic or actual.

The journeying, the psychopomp me.

The knowing that love is always the answer ❤️

Even when its hard to find.

Ritual:

Light a candle to yourself.

For your blessings

For your burdens

To your heart.

Allow yourself to pause.

Place a hand on your heart and one on your belly.

Take a breath.

Call all of you back home.

Any parts of you that may be scattered, or left in dream time.

Any energy you have given away to worry.

Call yourself home, sweethearts.

"Today I give gratitude to all I have experienced, all that has been and all that ever will be"

Ground yourself in your preferred way.

Brightest Blessings

Today I feel this pause, but also to blend a sweet smelling incense to honour my heart , my light ❤️ and Jesus and Mary Magdalene for these teachings.

Always with love

#easter #jesus #shamanism #loveyou #HolySaturday