Today is the one year anniversary of the first time we arrived here on our block of land in Northern NSW and I thought I’d mark the occasion with a blog.

It’s been an intense week! My sister and daughter invited me in via video link to hang with them during their blood moon ceremony they were doing last week. This is the second time now, that we’ve come together to do some family healing magic. The first time was on the 22nd of the 3rd, 2017. At the time, my husband and I were on the east coast searching for a new place to live. There was flooding everywhere and we got bogged! My husband kindly played the hero and I left him with the muddy saga while I caught the train to Brisbane and spent an evening doing magic with my sister and daughter. The date worked out nicely, seeing as we were keen to take advantage of the fact that there was some good number magic happening with our ages: 44, 33 and 22. I’m an 11, by the way, in numerology!

We had an incredible shift happen, all three of us, a year later on the 22nd of march. All of us could see the work we’d done a year prior, unfolding perfectly, ripening potently. Our intention, always, is to unravel unhealthy patterns and wounds in our ancestral line. On Friday night, we agreed we were doing womb magic… a sense of shedding old skins and planting the seed of new intentions, whilst also honouring the depths of our power and wisdom as women. We discussed some of the patterns we see in ourselves, in our family line, that we don’t like so much, and in the process of exploring them together, came to understand these patterns with greater clarity. We all found our own words to describe what we were releasing, but in essence, they were solar plexus wounds, self-worth/ego wounds.

I was guided through my part of the ceremony by my spirit tree, the native kurrajong I befriended on my first visit. I go to her almost every day and she teaches me things, refining my capacity for meditation and helping me with my healing work, both for myself and others. The Tree, as I refer to ‘her’, is my connection with Gaia, the Earth Goddess. Last year, Gaia reattuned my hand chakras. She was taking the attunement deeper, higher. The first time she attuned me was in 1996, at the beginning of my journey as a healer. She pushed clear quartz crystal shards into the palms of my hands, showing me how they would emit colour when I focused my intent. Then she told me to go forth and heal the Earth, heal the people.

After the second attunement last year, Gaia asked me to attune others to her healing frequency, which I did on my return to Darwin in the form of a Gaian Healing Attunement Workshop. During the blood moon ceremony, which for me took place over about three days, Gaia gave me another attunement. She brought pieces of jet into my aura, a black crystal made from wood, running them down through the outside of my right arm. There was this wonderful sense that she was spinning the energy of the jet crystal into long thin energy lines, and laying them throughout the length of my arm. They converged at a point on the inside of my wrist, and then, in a most spiderman-like fashion, stretched out through my fingertips. Then Gaia placed a black onyx crystal on the inside of my arm near my elbow, saying it was functioning as a “ballast”.

I feel almost self-conscious writing this, because I know how touchy and superstitious people can be about the colour black! It’s sad, really, because it’s beautiful. Think of the night sky, filled with stars! Black is a womb colour, too, so I found that quite apt. As I’ve written elsewhere, I learned at the beginning of my journey as an aura sketcher, to never use black because people get ridiculously silly about it and assume it’s some sign of evil or imminent death Oh no! I knew it, I’m a bad person! or Oh no! She’s drawn black! I’m going to die!  Can you imagine me rolling my eyes? In the interests of less drama and more peace in my life, I quickly learned to replace the colour black with dark colours like dark blue, dark green, dark red and dark grey. Each one represents various facets of black, some of which are ‘positive’ and some of which can certainly be ‘negative’.

Anyone familiar with black crystals will know that black crystals are protective. In a way, you could almost imagine them cloaking your aura with an invisibility shield, and hiding you from harm. Some of them absorb and melt negativity away. Others filter it out of your aura. And crystals like Jet are used for cleansing. I love the new pattern that has been installed in my right arm and hand! There is this wonderful sense of being able to manoeuvre easily though the shadows of another’s pain during healing, without being touched by it myself. I also love the ‘weight’ these dark frequency crystals lend my healer’s arm and hand. I feel like I can more easily see the core of the issue, without any messing around. And this is perhaps being reflected in the healings I’m doing at the moment.

I haven’t felt like using my Aura Cards lately. I’ve had a sense of needing to come back to the purity of ‘seeing/feeling/hearing/knowing/etc’ the aura directly. For years, I needed the shield of the cards to mute the intensity of this work for me, to stand between me and the client so I could rest my psychic senses a little, over the course of multiple hour-long sessions on a daily basis. Here, at my writer’s retreat, I am doing a little healing work, but I’m maintaining some distance and space so I can rest my boundaries! I’m doing this by offering short 10-15 minute healings and/or readings which I record as an audio file in my own time, and then send via text. I love the straight-to-the-point efficiency of these shorter healings and the way I can maintain a very high frequency state throughout.

Besides being blessed with a new attunement, I’m also blessed to have watched the kurrajong tree bursting into bloom over the past week. She is stunning! Her flowers are like tiny bells tinkling their healing magic through my aura. And today, I was doubly blessed when one of the local wallabies finally decided we were friendly, coming to eat grass just a few metres away from where we were standing.