How do we step out of a time of forgetting?

Life-death-rebirth, the repeating three-day cycle continues!

I’ve been actively seeking renewal, keeping watch for it, writing about it, calling it forth. I shouldn’t be surprised then that I’m feeling its unfolding!

Have you noticed the signature pattern in your life?

Here we are at the full moon, considered to be a time of culmination, release and endings. Perhaps marked by emotional intensity and heightened intuition, with the moon fully reflecting the sun’s glorious light, it’s often an ah ha! time when what has been hidden is revealed. As greater clarity appears, we can release what no longer holds true.

If we look closely, we might see signs of growth from the seed intentions set at the last new moon. Or taking a longer view, discover a ripe harvest, ready for the reaping from seeds planted at the corresponding new moon 6 months ago, the time of Samhain – the Celtic beginning of winter.

So, what new growth, or renewal am I seeing?

Over the years, I’ve observed that my body often knows what to do, while my left-brain continues to anxiously check facts and details, sifting through alternatives, questioning and wondering if this is the “right” thing to do.

At the same time, my inner immature emotional aspect (I call her Dolores) grasps at fearful emotions, attaching them to each possible scenario. In her attempts to keep me safe, and consequently small, she clammers compellingly, warning me of every danger and insisting that I fully feel every emotion. Then Sophia, my mature parent aspect must step in, to sooth Dolores’ troubled perspective, reassure her that she is safe, that we (all of me!) can handle this and that it might even be fun!

“I wish I didn’t have to go through all the agonies when discerning.” I complained to a friend.

“It’s such a roller-coaster ride! I’m emotionally exhausted before I step out the door!

I’ve noticed that at some point, I know in my heart that I’m going to do this thing. I know it because my body automatically moves towards it. I wish I could just follow my body, leap from one high point to the next, acknowledging the lows, but not having to plumb their depths!”

My mind wanders to the story of The Big Friendly Giant[i], as he reaches full speed, taking massive leaps across vast landscapes, with freshly caught dreams tucked safely in his bag. Carefully stored until the precise moment they’re needed, with alchemical flair, the BFG extracts and mixes, stirs and innovates to create new dreams for the giving. Risking life and limb, he leaves home once more. Dodging fierce neighbours, he journeys far and wide, gifting happy dreams to the world’s children, inspiring them, one day, to achieve dreams of their own.

It was one of my favourite childhood stories. I still love the emphasis on the importance of dreaming!

In Remember Right-Relationship I mentioned the insistent, urgent voice that arose from my belly, expressing a desire that my more conditioned self would have repressed.

And here it is again! This time insisting,

“I want to drive you east.”

I noticed immediately that this was an opportunity to hone my process, an opportunity for renewal.

My friend had returned from her pilgrimage, and now needed to cross Spain, on her way back to France.

“I would love that” she said, observing that I seemed to be preparing a picnic, “but what does this journey hold for you?”

“Well, I’d been wondering about visiting a couple of places along the Camino Frances – and this seems like the perfect opportunity! I’m planning two short Contemplative Caminos next year and I want to revisit the places where I’d like to hold the closing retreats.”

So, with a quick check of my calendar, a reassuring message to friends that I would be back on the third day, in time for our Thursday commitment, I pulled together a few clothes, a large bottle of water, ransacked the fridge and with leftover pasta bake, hummus, salad, crisps, fruit and nuts, our picnic bag was overflowing with tasty supplies.

Each time a doubt or anxiety popped into my head, I acknowledged it and quickly explained that this time, we were just going to follow my body and see what happened!

This time, my discernment was an exercise in leaping across the high points, rather than exhausting myself in the depths.

This time, I allowed my adventurous spirit, resourcefulness and resilience to lead the way, with some level of confidence that I would be able to handle whatever happened, because it was exactly what was needed for my growth.

It felt so good!

We set off early, roughly following the route of the Camino Frances in reverse, heading from the coast towards Santiago de Compostela and then onwards towards León, towards Burgos. Would it be possible to make it all the way to Saint Jean Pied de Port, the small town in the French Pyrenees, renowned for setting pilgrims on their way, and still be home in time?

Previously, it has taken many weeks to traverse this terrain step by step. How strange, to be covering such distances in one day!

Each passing name place evoked a stream of memories.

This was where we took a rest, that hot, hot day of long walking. Collapsing in a pool of shade, the cursed concrete path, still icy cold, offered unexpected relief to our overheated bodies.

This was where I sat on a cushion of fragrant pine needles, leaning against a supportive trunk, watching a hawk circling above me, calling plaintively, echoing the pain of loss as I received news of my brother in law’s death.

This was where, having reflected upon thresholds, we crossed the high point and plunged into a springtime wild garden, immersed in sweet-smelling broom, flouncy white rock roses and drifts of fragrant lavender. And the heavens opened! A cleansing downpour washed away all that we had vowed to shed on our pilgrimage journey.

This was where woodland, and the steep incline opened to such expansive vistas that tears of relief and release gave way to the feeling that we were on top of the world.

Sort haired woman, wearing grey shorts and an air force blue sweatshirt. sitting on the grass looking out over a expansive hilltops on a sunny day, with clear blue sky

I visualise my companions from these previous journeys and send each a smile and silent blessing, grateful for each one and for their presence that revisits me as I speed by.

Remember.

In my world, the theme of remembering continues to be strong.

Is this also so for you?

I revisited my journal to help me to remember where I was and what was happening six months ago. What harvest may have ripened? What may need to be released?

Ah yes, the confusing dream that left me asking “where did that come from?” The words “Annie, use your memory” emerged so clearly, I looked around to see who had spoken.

The dream had been enjoyable, until a sudden, unexpected attack, aimed slightly above and between my eyebrows. My dream-time companion, apparently without provocation, firmly pressed their thumb into my forehead, blinding my third eye and roughly shoving me away.

It felt like a deliberate attempt to push me off track, by injuring that centre for alternative ways of seeing, the eye of intuition and spiritual awareness – the very things that I have been consciously developing for years. It felt like a fearful refusal from my companion, to acknowledge the validity to these ways of seeing. And a rejection of me, for holding them.

Uranus, one of the outer transpersonal planets, known for its relationship with intuitive consciousness and truth, is conjunct the sun today, supporting us to tune into our intuition as we discern what is true.

I am encouraged, because, according to the Hindu cosmological concept of the Yuga Cycle, we have just emerged from the time of forgetting, the Kali Yuga, that, if I understand correctly, began in 3102 BC.

In this cyclical view of time, four ages or epochs are described, each one representing a moral, physical and spiritual state of human development. The cycle moves from creation, declining through preservation to destruction, then ascending back to creation.

The life, to death to rebirth pattern feels familiar.

During the age of forgetting or deterioration, it is said that our prior emphasis on spiritual practices and dharma or righteousness give way to a focus on material possessions and worldly pleasure. Legalistic religion replaces Vedic or natural law. The way in which we were attuned with and honoured the earth and sky and our ability to recognise our interconnectedness is forgotten. And rather than taking personal responsibility and acting from our own inner authority, we submit to the rules and doctrines of external hierarchies.

Weaving knowledge of the Yuga Cycle together with an understanding of the Precessional Cycle, the turning of the astrological ages, our understanding can be enriched. From Taurus – a time when sacred feminine and masculine wisdom were integrated and peoples lived peaceably, to Aries – the beginning of the patriarchal age with its power-over dynamics and attempts to control, to Pisces – where great spiritual teachers came to speak of deeper truths, to support us to reclaim our wholeness and reconnect with natural law, it is thought that Pluto’s recent ingress into Aquarius, marks the long anticipated entry into the “new age” of collaboration, humanitarian ideals, equity and collective well-being.

Heather Ensworth and Bibhu Dev Misra[ii] demonstrate how the Kali Yuga corresponds with the patriarchal era. It began when the trauma of cataclysmic weather events resulted in a fear-based mindset. Subsequently, fear of death created the urge to control, and the subsequent power-over dynamics have prevailed ever since. With this, the wisdom of the sacred feminine – the wisdom of the life-death-rebirth cycle and of right-brain, intuitive ways of knowing were feared, demonised, and repressed.

It’s as if, all those years ago, a thumb was firmly pressed into the collective third eye, blinding it and roughly shoving it away. All who carried such wisdom were rejected.

Many believe that having reached its lowest point, the Kali Yuga came to an end in March 2025. In the great turning, we have entered the ascending Dwapara Yuga, a time of remembering founded upon the two pillars of Compassion and Truthfulness.

This rings true for me!

It just makes perfect sense. Somehow, I can feel it in my bones, in my gut, in my heart. A resounding Yes! rises through me. My body knows this to be so!

And I know that I can trust my body’s beautiful strengths based (rather than fear based) intuitive wisdom.

Now is the time to begin to re-member, re-claim and re-use the long repressed sacred feminine attributes, to celebrate the wisdom of the life-death-rebirth cycle and to include our body’s knowledge as we discern how to act from compassion and truthfulness.

But, like all great wisdom voices, sacred feminine wisdom will not impose itself. We need to invite it in, actively work with it then emanate it to see its fruit.

“Memory is not something that you have, it’s something that you do”
(Jim Kwik)

Jim Kwik’s approach has supported many to develop impressive memory skills. To me it demonstrates a very masculine-principle approach that denies the well from which we remember.

Surely, memory is something that we have, and something that we do!

I’m struggling to learn Spanish.

I’ve fallen into all the self-sabotaging pitfalls and limiting beliefs that language learners oft quote. I’ve made every excuse in the book and become frustrated with a bombardment of well-meaning suggestions. What, I wonder, is this resistance doing for me? Why am I holding it so tightly?

Looking at the pile of textbooks, scribbled conjugated verbs and vocabulary lists I take another long sigh. I’ve tried and given up several times. And yet, I don’t seem willing to give up completely. There is a promise of new-found relatedness that entices me to press on.

I know that what I’ve managed to commit to memory is in there somewhere. I just can’t seem to access it! I’ve tried to motivate myself in all sorts of ways.

Come with me a while, let’s relate my dilemma to thoughts of re-integrating the sacred feminine principle with that of the sacred masculine. Perhaps this will help me and also support you to navigate a dilemma in your life.

What I know sits underground, a deep well, sourced by the relationship I’ve developed with the Spanish language.

It’s a quiet, still, fertile place, a womb place, offering the potential for new life.

Here, resides the sacred feminine principle. In the rainy season, the water table rises and there’s an overflow, an outward expression. We see such uprisings in the world too, when there’s a compassionate outpouring of kindness, empathy, relatedness and the desire to alleviate suffering.

But then, the rains cease, some blockage occurs, the water table drops, drought ensues.

How to establish a consistent flow?

I think this is where Jim Kwik’s “doing”, masculine principle comes in.

In folk law and myth, it is the goddesses and priestesses who are the keepers of the wells, the keepers of the waters, the source of all life. In many tales, rather than being honoured, they are ravaged, raped and disenfranchised. Their suffering is mirrored by the land. The wells dry up, fertility diminishes, suffering, drought and famine strike hard.

Generativity is only restored when the priestess goddesses are reinstated in respectful union with the king, the mature, sacred masculine. With the sacred waters being acknowledged as the source of all life, the active, problem-solving principle can take its rightful place, in response to and drawing from the well of feminine wisdom.

Having just started Spanish classes again, I am in some small way, stepping out of a personal time of forgetting. I’m releasing my grip on resistance, on the fear of what changes this new learning might ask of me and opening myself to possibilities.

Writing helps me to process my process! It helps me to discern how to navigate the larger process we face as a collective. It helps me to discern how I might offer a helping hand as, together we take these early steps out of the greater time of forgetting marked by the Kali Yuga. I hope my writing will help you too!

From the deep valley of human evolution in which we find ourselves, the two great pillars of Compassion and Truthfulness could be our trekking poles!

As I lean into them, they speak of a need to remember.

To remember our relatedness and our intuitive knowing of what is true.

To re-member, to reinstate the feminine principle in its rightful place.

And from here, from the womb-like well of wisdom, to take right action to restore our world.

Today is the perfect time to begin! Remember, we have the full moon, classically representing the feminine, in all her radiance, supported by Uranus, planet of intuitive consciousness urging us on!

Perhaps ask yourself,

How might I develop my intuitive ways of knowing?

In what ways do Compassion and Truthfulness speak to me?

What step can I take, on the ascending path of remembering?

Be happy, be safe, be well

Annie

i] The Quadratos Easter Retreat.
[ii] See “Tenderness, Courage, Birth and . . .
[iii] Heather Ensworth – in her handout, Lilith – Goddess of Night, Passion, Sexuality and Storms
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