We’d like to show the side of the world you don’t normally see on television.
Bricks are made from mud, formed by heat into a material strong enough to house and protect us.
I have always found the 12 holy nights to be difficult. Some years, the pressure of dark forces has been almost insurmountable. This year, each night brings me work to do with my soul.
This morning, I woke up to a dream, where we were three women at the bottom of the sea, about to drown. At the first attempt, the one I wanted to save sank back down. I then went back and started pushing her foot to give her strength to reach the surface. In such a way, all three of us reached the surface. However, I found myself imaging that I came up under something and drowned. When half-awake, I strove to be rescued, the two others were and I constantly wasn't.
This then is my soul's work for the day, to understand why a part of me does not want to live in the world still, after 12 years. Maybe the twelve year cycle will help me release my reluctance and embrace life in the body.
Some of us float on the light, while others of us have the task of acknowledging the depths and darkness in order to transform this in any way possible for us, step by step. Push by push. This kind of "working" incarnation, digging in the mud of the soul to uncover the potential within and transform it into something eminently useful for the soul and a foundation for the incarnated spirit... this is my work this time.