A feeling of expectation perhaps, awareness of a wider world?
Have you noticed a change in the atmosphere, not just the increasing movements of people as restrictions are being eased? A feeling of expectation perhaps, awareness of a wider world? the big picture is increasingly the main topic on news broadcasts as governments watch each other, accounting for other’s mistakes and trying to learn from successes. The competitive pharmaceutical industry is sitting in the same room working together for the first time in history. The money-men of power have licked their wounds and are once again on the march. Anger and resentment is beginning to show in the UK at perceived failures to act in a timely manner, with the care home tragedy a central focus. And I daresay, that despite good intentions, you are thinking the behaviour of peoples is once again becoming normal -but I don’t think so.
The number 9 is the number of completion. When you multiply any number by 9, then add the resulting digits and reduce them to a single digit, it always becomes a 9. For example, 6 x 9 = 54, reduce 54 to a single digit by adding them together: 5 + 4 = 9. Any number, no matter how large, multiplied by 9 reduces to 9. A different, but no less distinctive and revealing, attribute of the 9 is that when you add (as opposed to multiply) it to any other number, then reduce that number to a single digit, it always comes back to itself, as if nothing was added at all. For example, 5 + 9 = 14, 1 + 4 = 5. Or 7 + 9 = 16, 1 + 6 = 7. 24 (which reduces to 6). The last of the cardinal numbers, the 9 is the most worldly and sophisticated of all numbers. The 9 has some similarities with the 6. However, whereas the 6 as a symbol of motherly (or fatherly) love, giving its love and care to friends, family and the immediate community, the 9 offers it to the world at large; the 9, more than any other number, has global consciousness! As with any number, the 9 has a dark side. It can be condescending, arrogant, cold and apathetic towards the suffering of others, egotistic, cruel, immoral and completely untouchable. And unfortunately, it is easy for a 9 to fall into the dark side, like when she perceives herself to have been the victim of an injustice, then she can be vindictive, unforgiving and malicious. When the 9 appears as a cycle (and that is how, given the current pandemic, it is most tellingly interpreted), it often denotes a finality, the completion of an era. The 9 as a cycle is frequently seen as an indicator of death. This is simplistic and wrong. What one or more 9 cycles does suggest is that you are in the final stages of a period or endeavour, that you need to empty your bucket and prepare for the new and that there are opportunities to make a difference.
This incursion into Numerology is not given to blind you with ‘clever maths’ but to remind you that beyond the Man’s cycle of 0-7 death there is always a bigger picture we don’t have control over; influences that will shape our destiny. Wise men of the past have likened our consciousness to a grain of sand, and whilst that should always be a lesson in humility, it is also telling us that we part of the moving face of universal consciousness. Size and position do not determine worth, potentiality or power -what does is harmonic understanding. And how is that achieved you might reasonably ask? When your back is up against the wall, survival is threatened, and the power to resist is swept away, the higher nature gains entry into your earthly made consciousness and the essence of universal love becomes the engine of change.
Every ‘grain of sand’ has a part to play.
My thanks to replies I receive -and everyone I reply too. The intention to recover and make a better world is a theme most often central to emails I receive. My poem for you today is about transformation -that’s what is now taking place. Stay healthy and you will stay safe. As always I include a link for the self-healing recording, feel free to pass it around to whomever you wish. https://www.holistichealthuk.co.uk/guided_self_healing_cd.php
Cold winds blow in Gilda’s valley;
Pine trees bare their branches bowing
to the valley sweep, snow drifts
in every recess, closing up
the cave mouth and the foxes hole.
And when the orbit of the wind
dies screaming at the funnels mouth,
eerie stillness clings to every pine.
The valley has the emptiness
of absent birds. Each wind struck
tendril savaged from the bough
lies black upon the drifted snow,
more alive than dead –waiting change;
dissolution in the spring thaw.
And for the thrush who fell asleep
cradled in the pine root mosses
gently held in the bedding snow,
Spring has met the summer sun.
Pine trees have spread their branches,
Birds sing heavenly, and warm
winds blow in Gilda’s valley.
This post refers to week 9 in the UK lockdown, first published on email 190520