Dawn sent me the information two days ago. It was a great article about the upcoming solar eclipse this Sunday. The last one like it was in July of 1991, July 11, I think. A time of transformation and change. In the middle of an awful, painful divorce and my oldest son hospitalized with hemolytic uremic syndrome, yet balanced with meeting the love of my life and publishing my first book. Isn’t that ALWAYS the way it is? The ‘good’ and the ‘bad’ walking hand in hand down the path? I researched the eclipse this afternoon and found that pretty much the only place you’ll be able to SEE the eclipse will be on Easter Island, which is mysterious and eerie and symbolic on so many levels. As I lay in bed last night, unable to sleep (again, or still), I curved my fingers and put them in the long distance Reiki position (like you’re holding a ball of cotton), then put that over my solar plexus (a coincidence? I think not), then took some deep breaths and opened myself to the energy. Melissa saw Archangel Raphael with me, so I called on him, but what did I hear? Yeah, I know - I can’t do anything the normal way, or the expected way. I heard “I’m Uriel.” What? It’s odd enough to even think about the actual beings talking to me, but to really put a name to the face (so to speak) is something that’s pretty foreign to me. I’m the renegade, the rebel that doesn’t care who’s there, as long as they’re Light and cool.
But this whole Sun thing is REALLY up for me right now. It is. I keep working with the concept of us becoming Suns, our consciousness starting as just dead cold rock like the moon, just reflecting the Sun, to actually becoming live and activated and that powerful ball of fire that gives everything life, then sustains that life. I feel it in my solar (sun) plexus and running down my legs, even up into my scalp. I dreamt a dream last night that was so odd I e-mailed the friend to tell him about it, thinking it was funny. He immediately wrote back that the subject matter in the dream was actually the story of how he met his wife 35 years ago. I have a high freak meter, and it freaked me out! How in the world could I have connected to that, and what in the world (or beyond the world) could it possibly mean?
I can’t keep up with everything coming my way lately, so I usually just play Bubble Shooter or bake some bars. I go for walks and clean the house (sort of). It’s just too much right now, this catapulting toward this… big SOMETHING. I don’t know what ‘it’ is, I can just feel it coming to life inside of me. I do what I can to figure some stuff out because I think it’s all really interesting, and fun, so I googled Uriel tonight. And there, in big black letters, is the meaning of the name Uriel: Sun of God.
So there you go - Sun sun sun solar plexus solar eclipse. Do I get it yet? Is there more? Am I ready for whatever’s coming, not only Sunday, but from every moment onward? Maybe, most likely, hopefully. I’ll keep you posted. In the meantime, I’m enjoying the sour cream banana bars and the clean laundry. Oh, and scoring 412,000 on Bubble Shooter.