The Threshold and the Labyrinth: A Solstice Transmission
I crossed a threshold — not just metaphorically, but viscerally.
My breath shifted. My frequency rose.
I felt it ripple through my whole body like truth finally given permission to move.
Everything changed.
Not because someone handed me answers,
But because I stopped hiding from the woman I came here to be.
This wasn’t a decision made in the mind —
It was cellular.
An ancient, quiet, earth-deep “yes.”
And in that moment, I met her —
The woman I had always known was waiting.
She didn’t tiptoe. She didn’t shout.
She claimed. She led. She embraced.
Her vulnerabilities weren’t weaknesses — they were portals.
And she yawned them open, one by one.
She became the walking, talking embodiment of the pendulum.
A being who moves with the energy, not against it.
Expanding into the space with a yawn,
Shifting states with a yawn,
Deepening into truth and emotion with another yawn.
This is Yawnology. This is power without force.
As she observed Sue’s own pendulum sway —
From tension to tremble to release —
Her own body followed.
Yawn, wretch, laugh.
Arrive.
And then… we walked.
I was finally here.
Raw. Real. Witnessed. Safe.
Surrounded by a circle of women at our newly birthed Labyrinth at Chetham Farm Retreat,
Opening a brand new portal that has been centuries in the remembering.
This moment was woven through dragon lines & new earth lines.
That stretched from the raw, wild stones of Boscawen-Un in Cornwall,
To Glastonbury, Stonehenge, Avebury, and Mitchell’s Fold,
All the way up to Clava Cairns, Callanish, and the Ring of Brodgar —
Finally whispering through the Standing Stones of Stenness to Broughton Sanctuary.
Each site called forth a different part of me.
Each one required an activation.
Sometimes I yawned.
Sometimes I wretched.
And the women held space, not with fixing, but with faith & a drum.
Until the retching softened…
Into a yawn…
And then, yes — a giggle.
We are here.
We are ready.
The old and the new collided in this sacred centre.
A convergence.
A frequency that felt both ancient and utterly new.
Energetically huge.
Magnetically inevitable.
Each woman was doused into her place —
A living rune, standing in formation.
And of course, in perfect symmetry with the Mystery,
It was the two youngest among us who led and closed the journey into the Labyrinth’s heart.
We gathered at the centre, not as separate seekers —
But as a single soul, scattered across bodies,
Setting our final intention for the planet and for humanity.
Even before we walked out to anchor it into the land through visioning —
The intention had begun to move through us.
Conversations sparked.
Negotiations unfolded gently.
Kindness. Reverence. Gratitude.
For where each of us stood —
On grass, on stone, on tree logs,
And within ourselves.
Then came the elements and animals.
The music.
The wind.
The directions.
The cows. The Bull holding such powerful space.
The OM’s.
The sighs.
The essence of it all —
Weaving us deeper into the earth, into each other.
We shared.
Not just words — but frequencies.
Your thought mirrored my movement.
My cough echoed your knowing.
My laughter, your realisation.
My song, your soul.
This is embodiment.
This is Live4Energy.
This is the great remembering.
To witness one another’s wyrdness —
And to feel your own reflected back —
This is the trust we came to grow.
This is the frequency.
This is the vibrational signature.
This is who we are.
And now, we celebrate.
Together.
In joy.
In reverence.
With every breath, every yawn, every heartbeat.
Because my darling you’ve remembered who you are.
And we are so ready to embrace you.
Rachel Earing
Founder Live4Energy Training College
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