(A ghostly female appeared cloaked with the iridescence of hummingbird feathers. The colours wafted with ghostly white symbols floating on and around her. She had the Avalon symbols of karmic absolution and clearing, and clockwise/counter-clockwise spirals).

She whispered…

I am of many names and yet my energy is a constant. I am the first light, the haze of light, a gentle cloaking that is just at dusk and at dawn’s break. My visits are brief and magical in presence and in timing. I am the soft light before and after the day and darkness. I may be called, I may be summoned, but only in the highest order do I appear and bestow. My Medicine is not for the bright sky above or the deepest, darkest night, for mine is the subtlest magical force when you descend and when you emerge awakened. I am standing at the in-between times and my iridescent cloak of feathers is the subtlest shifts and power of perception.

In the deepest night, in your pain and sorrow, you are eager for my presence yet you cannot see me. The subtlest of frequencies do I behold for I am the inner dimensional shift when your pain and sorrow have left you and your earnest waiting to be reborn has come to pass. I am the fleeting midwife of your turning cycles, your completing tides. I am the whispering woman on the breath of the old and the new winds. I am the soft light before your descent and ascent from karmic oblivion; the subtlest of frequencies and magic not often seen. I am the whispering breath that leaves you symbols, placed lovingly in your energy (field) and in your waking life. I am the symbols left so subtlety only the perceptive notice I have visited and yet my magical significance holds in its astute subtlety momentous change for without my symbols and grace true change would not occur, a race finished but never won; a meal cooked but never tasted; the dawn arrives but without me the sun would never warm your life.

I am of the subtle magical realm that bestows to you the magical blessing and completion of a task, a phase, a relationship, a cycle, no matter how grueling the task or how weary you are to the bones. I always am a presence at the descent and ascent of your soul cycles. My symbols are spirals initiating and honouring your seasonal ascending and descending.

I blow upon you my sweet symbols in the whispering wind, penetrating you at the deepest of levels, so deep often I go unnoticed. I am the whispering winds at the gateways of your life that keep soul work ordered, initiated and rewarded. I cannot bestow you before your time is completed but I can honour your decent and ascent. My presence marks change, significant change and I midwife the in-between times of your transformation. I will hold you briefly in my whispering winds and sanctify your return to me time and again in your life cycles. To honour your passage you can speak to me, ponder or draw my symbols and know that it is strengthening your awakening to your own cycles.

Your awakened self begins to map your life course and this empowers your life with the magical implementation of significance. Marking initiations and cycles is so lost in the modern world. Navigation of these cycles keeps one with focus and direction and even in the darkest night on course to return to me. I am here at the in-between times, the soft light, the gateways, time and again, life after life; I am a constant. I am here to whisper sweet symbols to all my children as they pass through the gateways.

Pino Woman