I have been moved all week, feeling drawn to reading the posts and longing to check in during the times I was busy in the day running family around, cooking dinner, distracted, etc. Mexico in all its vibrant rainbow colors calls to my soul always. Openhanders filling the void and transmuting the space--wowzer!

Speaking of rainbows and a lot of sparkly sequins, the weekend ended today with tickets to see my daughter in the high school musical, Mama Mia. The youth on stage with the plastic masks, transparent to see the faces but still muffling and hindering authentic and free expression. These souls dedicated to Ray 6 regardless of the absolute insanity of authority. Every Openhand experience has me filled with gratitude, wanting to sing and dance FOREVER. ABBA sang a truth as they honored the simplicity of being thankful for the music and the joy it brings. Music and movement can not be taken away from humanity EVER.

However, the morning hadn’t started with joy and song though. I had been is a lingering funk and heavy mood. Instead of joy and peace, I had been awake before the sun came up with waves of sadness, disappointment and anger. It felt like a sealed crate had been cracked open, oozing emotions that I seem to have discovered after the last few years of grieving as I had imploded, looking to see what might be left of me. It was partially mine. So much disappointment in every corner of my unraveled life. So much anger towards myself for losing my connection to me. So much sadness as I reflect on my family, friends, the nations--so many sleeping and wandering in deceptive illusion. A place that I dance about in my own illusions. All the emotions entangled and muddled, mine as well as the all restless souls.

Earlier, on Thursday morning, I awoke and had to check in to see what was posted here. What fantastic journey is unfolding down south?? — and there was “Dissolving Identity” meditation. Posted just for me :-) I couldn’t resist it. My morning was free enough to dedicate to the mediation, and I was swept back through each Openhand encounter I have experienced since 2017, shedding the layers of my identity skins over the years like a snake molting, expanding, growing. Being introduced to the Black Snake energy that lurks and darts in the shadows and yearning to reunite with the Rainbow Serpent over and over and over and over again.

Yes, the winding movement on the highways of the semi-trucks this week across the globe, weaving their way up into and through Canada, etching a historical tracing--solidarity around the world. Like the rainbow serpent traveling across the land and leaving her trail for the waters to fill it, creating the unified flow of rivers and oceans. Something epic has been awakened. So many feeling the rumble of disappointment with leadership, anger at the deception, sadness of the realization that freedom needs to be reacquainted with and worked for. The world is being introduced to the black snake and the rainbow within is pleading to shine forth.

Let the integration begin once again.

And then tonight, I was reminded of the deep and devote love of my twin. My love. My unique and glorious unification. I wanted so much to be with you all singing that love song to me and you: “…because all of me loves all of you…”

Open, you remind us we all have to do the work with conscious attention and be vigilant moment to moment. I am calling in that Pleiadian energy for strength, courage and support. Sharing this retreat with you all remotely confirms how important the community is and the importance of having those with the same dedication to soul-full living. (The coyotes here just started their howling as I type this! Can I get a AMEN!) I am howling loudly for my pack of “…rainbow warriors, the brilliant ones leading the way…”

https://youtu.be/BhlDYhEGVt0

~~above: Australian artist: Jennifer Bailey, The Rainbow Serpent Beneath
Musician: Fia, Time for Greatness