Sorry for my big delay this month, as I am going through a kind of energy contraction. This usually happens once or twice a year and last as long as one week to a whole month. If happens after a life change or after I transmute some heavy energy from my being. I can describe it as a feeling of something that used to be there, like a lacking.
After I transmuted the heavy emotion of helplessness, a void was created. The emptiness of where I held space for helplessness after so many years is noticeable. I do not know if I need to learn how to fill the hole or when it is done right, it will not be noticed at all.
In the past, I have filled these voids with shopping sprees, tattoos, piercings, hair changes and decluttering my space. Most actions are reversible, even though I have never wanted to turn back the hands of time to do so. Retail Therapy a common occurs among both males and females, while females tend to show off their goods more often.
Last night during my space of nothingness and everything-ness, I received communications from my guide. A guide which I have had throughout life so far is an ancestor of mine. He is Indigenous and is related to my maternal grandmother. I have been told by readers that he is here to help me work through my relationships with male family members. And perhaps all the men I do encounter also heal my toxic masculine traits.
“Little Willow”, He Called Me
“You are like a Weeping Willow tree. Strong, tall and beautiful but your branches weep down. With that, you can offer shade, shelter and beauty to all that seek it. Embrace your sadness, it’s your greatest gift.”
After I saw him as a triangle and I embraced him in a hug. I know I carry his sadness with me, but I can release it for him with my actions. I believe that our spirit guides are just our souls in a different incarnations. As they help us, we help them in their present.
Through this interaction, I can release my current sadness and release his too. It felt beautiful and uplifting, as I do not feel sad anymore and my energy levels are up again. As are my creative juices, hence why I can write this post.
Live Joy, Renee