New Moon Manifestation
A little miracle story in response to the most common question I get asked…
Hello beautiful one. I typically won’t bombard you more than once a week but I felt called to share this story. It is a way of answering a very common question I get in the Q&A (only open to paid subscribers in a month).
This was my morning. It was a typical morning, however with a touch of New Moon magic. Today is a day for new beginnings and the energies around us are in a powerful convergence to support our dreams. How do you dream? Here is how I dream, pray, walk through my life and how “I got here” which is nowhere but planted firmly in Life that has no end.
New moon majestical manifestation journey for you…
“Shira, today you will watch the sunrise. You will come to the point. You will sing with me, pray, be at the ledge where I tend the sleeping dragon.”
I woke at 6am, drank some water, put on little black shorts and bra top. Rolled some tobacco, grabbed a lighter, tucked them under my breast. Barely light outside I run out the door barefoot towards Punta Cometa for sunrise. I did not take my phone because some things are not meant to be captured, but only later told by the tongue carrying a story and a song.
I stopped at an overlook on my way and meditated as the sun flung itself up and over the edge of the Ocean, brilliant orange pouring itself over my body. And just then, two Humpback Whales jumped right in front of the day’s welcoming blaze, along with about 12 sting rays that look like hovering UFOs when they fly skyward like that, only to splash back down into another sort of deep space.
“Come to the point.” I keep hearing. I have not ever been all the way out to the point in the 3 years of coming here because it is the convergence of every prayer ever prayed, and she stands there- the woman with long black hair and the drum where she has been tending the dragon for 5000 years, maybe 10000. We share a name. This point is the southern most tip of Mexico, where sacrifice and ceremony were held, now a haunt for the pescaderos. Little senderos intriquitely weave amongst the ridges, one slip and you’re dragon food. At first glance you would never take the chance. I waited years, not from fear, but from respect. Ok- a tiny bit of fear, and not of falling.
Barefoot and free I easily made my way to the end of the point, sat to pray and a wailing grief rose from me. Of a heart so huge it could hold the entire sea, of a heart so misunderstood from the fear of others being near a love like this. Especially the fear of men, of a man, who chooses to see the feminine in a cerain way to keep him safe. The compassion in me for the wounds we all carry, that for me have never been scary, sang itself from my body as the Ocean grew from my tears.
Then a man appeared. I mean a gorgeous embodied man and he walked all the way to the end of the point, spread his arms to the sky, let out a cry and turned to look at me. Me, sitting across the way legs spread, feet to the Earth, voice wrapping around stone and into his body. We both smoked our tobacco like we both knew why we were there. He bowed to me, thanked me for tending the path, for seeing him, for singing about it ALL.
He was a gift sent to help me remember that how I walk this Earth and how I surrender to the path to walk me is why I am here, because that is the path of the healer. The work often unfolding behind the scenes.
I heard a whisper, “Grandaughter, all you have to do is receive. We tell you this every day but you still, your ego still, thinks it knows best how to tend this altar of Love. You need not cling, just open your arms and shake loose all of those grand plans that are too small for you and breathe into the dream we dreamt for you.”
Yep. I get that memo often. I write it today with trepidation because something in me knows it is true and that is the deepest work, this is the deepest, most devoted to Life, work I will ever do- Love. To Love all the way through everything is the deepest work any of us can ever do.
As I made my way back I stopped at this incredible tide pool called the jacuzzi, which, again, is found by a small precarious trail. There was another woman there saying her prayers. I stripped naked and got in and swam with the tiny shiny fish that kept washing in from the inlet between the stone.
She and I talked about sacred things. About land, and prayers, and what is important to our soul. Wished each other New Moon blessings and I made my home. I did walk by that man again. Whatever is meant for me will be on my path. Until then, I stay in my lane, practice forgiveness when I stray, and follow the whispers in the early mornings that take me to Whale’s jumping for joy towards the Sun.
Love you. Here is a little song/mantra that came through.
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