nothing is at it seems

I was going to start this blog with 'Day 6' in Christchurch earthquake zone'..then I realised how unreal that is, for my experience right now is pretty timeless.... moving with the next opening and action as it arises.. and allowing the openings within the body to express as tears as the old falls away in huge chunks...

my experience of Her shaking is changing vastly as the aftershocks continue to rumble us... at night, emerging from sleep as though floating to the surface of an ocean of consciousness, Her trembling is all there is ... yet this time as I flow utterly with that trembling, waves of ecstasy pour through my body... orgasmic... blissfull... floating me into a place of union with the Earth...and I see, these are not shakes of pain or pressure releasing but the pure ecstasy of the new being birthed, like the convulsions of a baby being born....

nothing is as it seems....

this baby is the potential of an utterly new expression for the people of Christchurch and its surrounds...... we stand on the brink.. some are leaping....

so much potential...

Christchurch has been drunk nearly dry of alcohol I hear.... parents are sending their traumatised children away to stay with relatives...the uncertainty of continuing aftershocks too daunting to embrace...

fear and the potential of an utter shift of consciousness... entwined in an ecstatic tango..

last night she continued to rumble... this time I felt Her rocking me, like a Mother rocking her new-born child.... She has not changed Her movements... my perception is in a new place...

this doesn't mean we don't look up from keyboards in the office, eyes meeting when the big ones shake...'is this the one?'... ready to move.... there is still a need for practical action....and the survival mechanism in the body is totally tangible... waves of nausea... the tightness of the nervous system on alert... the sensitivity of the body trembling in the waves of Her constant motion...

all that is held now in a freer, more open space...disorientation and terror make way... embraced and transformed, layer by layer... the falling apart becomes the gathering together... of radiantly new energy, shiny and bright...

the gift... embrace it all... no matter what.... face it all... no matter what....

in the terrible lies a seed......