Venus Evening Star High Point 06-04-23 UT 16:23:30
A million excuses not to sit down and start this writing – I do not have the right words, I do not feel good, the cats are crying and bugging me, the trucks constantly backing up in the construction across the street are driving me to distraction. I should start laundry; I should vacuum. Should, should not, not capable, not good enough, no one wants to read about it anyway.
Yet I lay in bed at night and think of the words I could use. I find the perfect order and I know once I sit down, they will just flow off my fingers. But then, they disappear when the laptop is turned on and the Word document is open. I just shake my head, drowning in disappointment, deep sighs escaping. What monster possesses me? There are two, one who truly wants to tell this story and will not leave me in peace until I do it, and then there is the one who will not, just will not, let me sit down and tell it. Arrrrggghhhh!!!!!!
Finally, I take a long, deep breath. I know it is now or never. I begin to write.
It is time to go back to June 4th, 2023. She waits for me there in that moment. She is ready for the conversation. I go back to my memory of that night, standing on my deck, facing west, seeing the twinkling star through the foliage of my neighbor’s trees as the sunset. Venus is high and bright in the evening sky, the furthest from the Sun this evening star will be in this Capricorn cycle. Venus is the vehicle to my higher self. At that moment, Venus is actually the doorway I need to go through. That door is open and extremely bright, beckoning in all her golden glory. I closed my eyes and breathed deeply of fragrant spring air. I grounded myself into the earth, letting her hold me and keep me safe. I reached out with my inner mind to the bright star in the sky, taking that brightness into me. I let the light grow, and I allowed myself to open to the wisdom that was being shared. I knew a transmission was occurring but the depth and breadth of it would take a while to seep out into my conscious mind.
Rhea was there, waiting for me. I had spent time researching her story. She was the wife of Cronus, the mother of five swallowed children, Ceres, Pluto, Juno, Vesta, and Neptune, and the mother of Zeus whom she hid and substituted a rock to be swallowed. Zeus later was able to free his siblings but only because Rhea had decided that this gift of a child would not be taken from her. I searched my memory for more facts about her life.
Then I have the insight, hear these words, “Enough! These are only the words of someone else’s side of the story; defining their perception of her energetic existence. You need to go and enter into her presence to begin the process of understanding her story in reference to your existence. You have been trying to define what She will be experiencing by the words of others, using their definition to shape your own.”
I contemplated this – isn’t that what we do whenever we study history and mythology? We use the stories of “others” to define, interpret, and use as templates to live out our current life stories. Then we either follow the rules or live in rebellion and experience internal chaos because whether we believe in those rules or not, we have allowed them to define our life’s parameters.
So tonight, I sit here ready to unpack the gift of knowledge that Rhea gave me at that high and bright Venus evening sky portal. She sent me the transmission knowing I would access it when I was finally ready to hear it. That time is now.
I sit and I breathe deeply, grounding myself into sacred space, going within. I breathe long and slow, going ever deeper. I look for the golden light that entered me that night last June as I gazed into the sky. I find it and draw myself to it. As it comes closer, I begin to see it as a portal, a doorway. I stand in front of it, gazing in wonder at the brilliance surrounding me. In front of me, there is a hallway. I take a deep breath and as I release it, I step over the portal and proceed forward. At the end of the hall, there is a large room filled with golden light. In the center sits a dais with a throne. On both sides of the throne, a magnificent lioness sprawls. And in between them, sits the Goddess herself, Rhea, mother of gods.
“Come, my child,” she beckons. “It is time for you to work with my energy. It is time for you to uncover what I have to share with you.”
I cautiously approach the dais. The giant cats become alert, their eyes following my every step. Rhea reaches out and lays a hand on each head, and both instantly relax and lay their heads back down on their front paws, still watchful but letting me approach. I find myself wondering how I should address her, should I be prostrating myself, my forehead on the ground? My fear of displeasing her, my fear of displeasing the fierce beasts beside her freeze me and I find myself unable to say or do anything but gaze up in wonder and awe, my mouth hanging wide open in amazement at her brilliant gloriousness. She gestures for me to sit at her feet, between the two animals. Careful to not bother either cat, I lower myself to the ground in front of her. I become aware of a rumbling that seems to surround me. My gaze is pulled away from looking at her as I search for the source and I realize that the sound is coming from the big cats as she pets their heads, they are purring.
I take a deep breath and feel the peacefulness that they exude. I close my eyes and continue breathing deeply, opening to the energy of this beautiful setting and the Goddess before me. I sense her moving and then feel her hands on my head. I feel the energy flowing out of her hands and into my being. I relax into that energy, letting it fill me. I want to be open to her messages; I want to clear anything that might block me from the purity of those messages. I open to hear what she had to say to me and vow to learn from it and to share it.
“This journey will be all about the ability to find nourishment manifesting in a profusion of ways.
You will be as a blacksmith creating an ornate garden gate. You will encounter all sorts of things trying to distract you as you engage in a creative endeavor.
A woman with eyes in the palms of her hands and in the soles of her feet sharing what is needed to help others become more connected to themselves, to see that their insecurities are illusions.
An ancient woman remembering the glories of past kings attempting to preserve the wonders and beauties of your history.
Wild grapes growing everywhere, abundance abounding as a teacher teaches and a school gradually appears around her.
This leads you to a group of people practicing levitation as an old witch on a windy promontory is calling to the sea.”
She tells me that I am to be the storyteller. I am to wait to share my ideas and stories with the right people who honor my inspiration and my experience. This story is an important part of the human experience and I need to honor my experience by waiting for the right circumstances. My words and my dreams are valuable.
This will be about the circle of giving and receiving. It will help me to receive when I share and share when I receive.
She is the other side of Cronus, the god of space and time, rules and regulation. As his wife, she is connected to those same energies but can guide us to doing them differently. She can show us how to stay inside the rules yet do it in a way that is authentically our own voice, not the voices of those who have come before us. She can guide us to our inner light to guide us in our daily lives.
I sit with these words, I hear them, I feel them, I take them in, I let them flow through me and around me. I know that these words will be the foundation of the next cycle of Venus gifted to me just after I ascended through the 6th gate, taking back my connection to my intuitive gifts, and just before I went through the Crown gate the 7th gate of the Capricorn cycle and became Queen of Heaven and Earth as I danced my dance with Venus, Juno, and Asclepius.
Written 11-1-2023