Happy Halloween to the wise child within you. On occasions like this, it is good to remember that each of us is both a blessed descendant and a future ancestor. Though time has a way of moving so fast around us that we may only see what we are facing in the present moment, we exist in a circle of remembrance, renewal, and return. We are in a generational conversation with those that came before us and those that will carry our legacies forward. We stand in the eternal now, where what was lost can be retrieved, what was harmed can be healed and transformed, and when the future lines can be shaped and witnessed as they are forming.
When we spend time with the bright young ones who have incarnated in this intense and important time, the light of spirit and the wisdom of deep soul history feels very potent and alive. They come to us with clarity and connection, full of possibility and purpose. The children in our world can remind us to hold onto joy, wonder, and also the ability to trust our deeply encoded intuitive knowledge. They are sacred, and so is that part of each of us, the child within that came in clear, and has also grown through life’s experiences.
Here is a little fun and an honoring for all of our young intuitives, and for the confident young one within each of us that needs to be valued, and perhaps welcomed home.
I dedicate this to all of you, and most especially to my sweet son Lucián…
The Purrfect Potion
Do you hear that purring, a soft and steady hum?
The cats are all returning, from far and wide they come.
Have they been out wandering, roaming with no aim?
No, they’ve been out pondering about a brand new game.
They’ve been visiting all the children, sweetly in their dreams,
Looking for the stories with deep magical themes.
Then they gathered stardust and the moon’s bright light.
Now they are collecting together in the night.
Next, each of these offerings, they’ll pour into a bowl.
They’ll make a new elixir to soothe the weary soul
Of every grown up child whose forgotten who they are,
And all the ones that weren’t told they come from a bright star.
Then, with their secret whimsy, they will jump right in,
Rub potion on their fur, absorb it in their skin.
Magic and remembrance will glow behind their eyes.
And then they’ll be ready to help a new dawn rise.
They’ll return to their homes and visit a few more,
To snuggle with the young and old, as they are well known for.
But with each purr and gentle rub of fur onto flesh,
Hearts and minds grown stiff with age will become new and fresh.
Children’s eyes soft touched by whiskers wake up bright and clear,
Confident in their wise natures, find no need to fear.
They lead and grown ups follow, feeling hope and wonder.
Then the cats all smile and nap, purrs as loud as thunder.
-Melusina Gomez
May you be blessed with joy, rejuvenation, and wonder this season. May you honor the magic within the quiet, and the wisdom within the young.
With deepest love and reverance,
the eleventh house
-This blog was written by Melusina Gomez. You can learn more about her work and healing practice at www.metzmecatl.com