The Soul of September 2012

This September is going to be a very “Virgoean” Month, In a nutshell September is about authority, striving for perfection and  the criticism that comes from authority and stripping yourself back to your virginal self.  You may remember I alluded to this in The Soul of August. The energies of this have already been stirring around in the later part of August, especially with the superhit of the Blue moon right on the last day of August.  Blue moons are not literally blue it is a saying to describe an event that only happens occasionally.  However, two moons in one month means that everyone’s emotional body has had two hits of tension build up.  Often this means that people start behaving badly when they man not have ordinarily as they can no longer use their will power to keep the emotional charge under control.  A moon cycle is similar to a physical menstrual cycle in that you can feel the build up and then the release.  Only the moon cycle effects both men and women alike.

So let look at September in more depth.  The numbers are 9 plus 2012 which adds to 14 which breaks down to 5 the number of emotional, physical and spiritual trauma, and learning to use your energies wisely.

September is the 9th month of the year and hence bottle 9 blue over green.  In the Aura-Soma system this bottle among other things links us back to pre-current age civilizations of which Atlantis is one.  Many including myself believe that we are still carrying within our energy systems old structures that belong to older civilizations.  What I mean by this is that your energy system has old circuitry that is from a much older time.  It is now time to start becoming aware, (should you so choose) of these structures and getting an upgrade.  However to enable an upgrade we have to be able to first recognise and let go of the energy we personally we have been adding to and running through these old systems.  I am calling this old system very Virgoean and very pertinent to bottle number 9 and September is very much about rebellion against perceived authority which asserts the perfect way.  Whether this perfect way be in the form of appearance, feelings, actions, knowledge, it doesn’t really matter.

With the belief in perfection comes generic authority that is meant to embody perfection and it stands in judgement of our own individualized perfection and authority.  The concept of perfection and resultant criticism and judgement robs us of our individuality.  We can see the social outworking of this as laws and procedures are put in place by authority to identify perfect behaviours, standardized ways of doing things.  We are all being treated as a number or a machine rather than an individual organism that has its own ways. Most feel that they cannot take on the “system” or Big Brother (which has returned to our TVs once again) and so they find individual’s who they can rail against. The problem for all of us until this energy system is removed it is self validating and self perpetuating because it leaves you two choices as an individual either to stand in a place of self-righteousness and assert that this way or your way is the absolute truth not only for you but also for others.  The other alternative is enormous guilt.  Most people waver between the two positions.

I could write a whole lot more about the energies at the moment and the need to change from the old structures you will be able to read more when my new book is released mid October.  However, the main thing I want everyone to understand at the moment the criticism and the resultant, judgement, resentment, hatred and persecution does not come from the fact that your mother or father criticised you when you were growing up.

The other major influence for September is bottle 5, yellow over orange.  The bottle embodies our trauma of being overly dominated and or abused by another individual or institution.  A traumatized individual in the end is anyone who has not been allowed to be their true self or their true self has not been accepted as perfect.  All of us know that when we are acting out of our pain we become very unfriendly people to put it mildly.  Every  time someone criticises us or we feel judged we fall into the deep pain that we have all carried, a pain that literally breaks our hear t and crushes our spirit.  The kicker is however, we are usually far my critical and judgemental of ourselves than anyone else.  Think about that next time someone is viciously judging you, what must they be doing to themselves and what are you doing to yourself to allow it?

The good thing about Bottle 5 is that is offer hope and bliss of recovering from “critical abuse” you can find your own bliss once again, find out who you truly would or could be is you dropped the generic or family way to be.  The choice in the end is yours, if you don’t know how then get help from someone who does.  The freedom from perfection means that you no longer need to know everything or do everything yourself.  You all know were to find me Lol

I will leave you with a poem I wrote in 2009 for you to ponder.

I Wonder!

My body silently weeps

Perhaps it would be better if it went back to sleep

But now it’s pain dredges up from the deep………..

I wonder what I would have been

If you had only seen

That I was more than you dreamed

What would I have been if I was held in great esteem?

Perhaps I would have fulfilled all my dreams

I wonder what I would have become if I was held in great esteem?

What would I have been if torture was not your game?

Perhaps I would not have felt so much blame

I wonder what I would have become if torture was not your game?

What would I have been if my body was hallowed and sacred?

Perhaps I would not have been desecrated

I wonder what I would have become if my body was hallowed and sacred?

What would I have been if you had seen the magic in my eyes?

Perhaps you would not have told me so many lies

I wonder what I would have become if you had seen the magic in my eyes?

What would I have been if I was treasured and considered rare?

Perhaps my face would have been considered most fair

I wonder what would have become if I was treasured and considered rare?

What would I have been if I was nurtured with respect?

Perhaps I would not feel such a reject

I wonder what I would have become if I was nurtured with respect?

What would I have been if you had not felt the need to control?

Perhaps I would not feel such a need to withhold

I wonder what I would have become if you had not felt the need to control?

What would I have been if not considered innately evil?

Perhaps I would have spread my wings a flown like an eagle

I wonder what I would have become if not considered innately evil?

What would I have been if I was more than a lowly Hoare?

Perhaps I could have been the one you most adored

I wonder what I would have become if I was more than a lowly hoare?

What would I have been if your eyes held love not lust?

Perhaps I would have learnt to trust

I wonder what I would have become if your eyes held love, not lust?

What would I have been if I was swaddled in love right from the start?

Perhaps I would have grown strong of heart

I wonder what I would have become if I was swaddled in love right from the start?

What would I have been if you had seen my light and beauty?

Perhaps I could have loved more than from duty

I wonder what I would have become if you had seen my light and beauty?

What would I have been if I was dearly cherish?

Perhaps my life would not have been so nightmarish

I wonder what I would have become if I was dearly cherish?

What would I have been if I was honoured and revered?

Perhaps I would not have become so severe

I wonder what I would have become if I was honoured and revered?

What would I have been if I were deemed worthy?

Perhaps my life would not have felt so lonely

I wonder what I would have become if I were deemed worthy?

What would I have been if I was the one you loved and adored?

Perhaps I would not felt so ignored

I wonder what I would have become if I was the one you loved and adored?

What would I have been if you thought my value beyond compare?

Perhaps I would not have felt such despair

I wonder what I would have become if you thought my value beyond compare?

What would I have been if you had protected me when I was weak?

Maybe I would have learnt words of power to speak

I wonder what I would have become if had protected me when I was weak?

What would I have been if you had touched me with tenderness and care?

Perhaps I would not find life so hard to bare

I wonder what I would have become if you had touched me with tenderness and care?

What would I have been if you gave more than you took?

Perhaps I would have had a very difference outlook

I wonder what I would have become if you gave more than you took?

What would I have been if you used words of love, not hate?

Perhaps my heart would not have to break

I wonder what I would have become if you had used words of love, not hate?

But Oh well it was all for the best

Isn’t that right? It’s just a test?

Well I guess you and I did our very best

What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger

But for how much longer

Must I wander in order to grow stronger?

But now I am afraid it’s hard to remember

How to fan love’s glowing ember

But you said it’s all for the best remember?

I am finding it hard to get out from under

From memories of the past let me be torn asunder

Oh to live a life of love and wonder!

Use September for your own metamorphis, transform from the caterpillar and become the beautiful butterfly that you were always meant to be.

Shamarie

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