Who is Aislinn? (pronounced with a silent s)
She is me, I am her on another timeline. She is the Creator Being - Vessel of Inner Child Twin Energies: Joy & Sorrow.

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Aislinn holds three:

Ai - Akashic/Aether/Atomic - Information/Inner sight

s -  silence (in stillness and in emotion) 

Linn - the pool below a waterfall 

 

Aislinn’s Inner Child (as twin energies)

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Aislinn’s inner child identity is expressed as twin energies: Joy and Sorrow.  

They hold a piece of each other in the mirrored orbit of 13/31 at the centre of the wheel. 

 

Their star chart brings them through Door 1 as her identity 

Astrology House #1 (House of Self - Ascendant in Gemini conjuncts Black Moon Lilith in Jupiter. Air Apex of Kite (holds 3 points of Fire)

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Door 1 - The Mage of Twelve - Earth Star Grounding

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‘She watched as the child, warm and woven in sunflowers, ran with a skip in her step. The kite of fire pulling her toward the ever expanding darkness. There in the absence of light she gently took the hand of the child of sorrow, who waited, heavy in her silence. Together they slipped away somewhere in the space between night and day. Closely behind them the bull followed. The tinkering of its bell fading with the dance of fire light on a trail of sunflowers.’
 

 

DESCRIPTION:

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Joy is brave, so brave she can hold the sun. (Taurus in 12th House)

Fire - Heat - Passion - Confidence - Courage - Action - Movement 

She releases energy and is a little bit wriggly

Good humoured. Creative and vocal. Impulsive. Generous of spirit.

Blooms in the sunlight - Dreams expressed outwardly

Sensitive to moonlight

Favourite things: Sunflowers. Dandelions. Birds.

She is very patient and protective of Sorrow. 

She understands that Sorrow carries their shadow. 

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Joy takes the messages from Sorrow's moonlight, wraps them in sunlight and ties them to their kite of fire. 

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Sorrow is brave, so brave she can hold the moon. (Pisces in 10th House)

She is the Silent Shadow Warrior 

Water - Cool - Reflective - Shy - Introspective - Slow moving. 

She sits very still & holds the silence at the centre of Aislinn 

Easily embarrassed. Deep thinker. Must rest often. 

Grows in the dark - Dreams seeded inward.

Sensitive to sunlight 

Favourite things: Moonflowers, Forget me nots, Insects, Fish

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Sorrow collects hidden truths from the shadow realm and gives them to Joy so they can be brought out into the light. 

 

Sorrow’s relationship with the moon deepens her sensitivities.

She swims with her two fish in the moonglades between worlds.

She brings back Akashic truths and carefully selects which ones to give to Joy so she may carry them out into the sunlight.

She holds the remaining energies in a great storehouse of memory deep inside her earthly vessel, where it aches at the edges.

A repository of daydream and illusion to be decoded and distilled.

Sorrow understands the great honour and responsibility that comes with her gift of safe passage through the oceans of ancient awareness.

Her truths are light but feel heavy to carry in her body.

There is pain and loneliness in the holding of them.

It is in the noise and the slowness and the gravity that is so very human.

For the light spectrum of divine truths need weightlessness and space to exist.

A bravery in those that can carry them.

A fearlessness in those that can speak them.

A readiness in those that can receive them.

 

Her sorrow is ancient.

It is in the great disconnect within us where the warmth of source energy is cooled. Lost in the signals of mechanical monsters hidden in timelines. 

It speaks to the rhythm of The Algor-Mortis: The Devourer of Divine Frequency.

It is pattern.

It is mirror.

It circles outside of us and misaligns within.

It is simulation as stimulation.

It is sedation as separation.

Its silence is loud in your body.

Its polarities exhaust you.

It comes in many forms.

It is older than you think.

It was there when we changed the master clock.

When we stopped looking up at the sun and the moon that circled the day and looked down into the artificial light. 

There it holds us in fear, in fog, fragmented and forgetful.

 

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