Creator or Curator?

curator

kjʊ(ə)ˈreɪtə/

noun

1. a keeper or custodian of a museum or other collection.

   
   

   "the curator of drawings at the National Gallery"

   synonyms:

   custodian, keeper, conservator, guardian, caretaker, steward

It suddenly came to me that I am Curator. 

I have been the curator or keeper of the living, and curator of 'keeping the dead alive'. We all carry the energy of ancestors and of those closer to us loved ones. Many cultures have great rituals that maintain the ancestors as 'active' benefactors, that reach from the grave to watch the comings and goings of their living earth family.
That means we are curators of their memorials.



Living libraries.

I am washing and organising, clearing and cleaning, mobilising and maintaining the vast living libaries of those around me.

I am been watching programs about 'old' art, and there always seems to be curators of the artist. Curators that 'keep' the living library going long after the artist/writer has died. There are curators specialising in all sorts, busying themselves in libraries and museums.

Curators are guardians and stewards.

This 'curator spirit' is much like the 'mother' energy that keeps us all alive and vital, being responsible until their wards can be responsible for themselves, but still maintaining a watchful and protective eye. 

I have been pulling out and organising seasonal clothes, for 'wardrobe', this means getting a costume in readiness for the upcoming role or season, and folding past role costumes away, until needed again. We change clothes at the end of each season and at the end of cycles. We no longer require school uniforms. As we grow we discard the old. This came to me as I was getting clothes ready for some 'extras' work, (some of us do the odd extra's job or have featured roles for TVs and commercials) and it came to me today as I was getting a costume ready for a role later.

I am curator....not exactly Creator.

I have been curator for my brothers life, for years, helping him with care and attention, curator and liaising with psychiatric professionals and where he lived with his bills, and just life in general. His is a long and heart wrenching story, and even after his death I was curator of his possessions and his memories. I had to hold much of his stuff in my home and my heart, as I learned to let go of it, I am still curator of his memory and have compiled a catalog of some of his Life's Moments.

I did the same for my father in his later years,  and having spent the last 'how long?'  (period of years becoming more dependent) dealing with his finances and health care, cancer care to his death and burial, then the solicitors and now His collection of books, I am now curator of his books.

I remain curator to my mother. Her care and well being, her finances and home.

I have been curator to my own long life of different roles and identities, memories, and learning, ARCHIVING them and keeping safe. Much like clothes kept because they mean more than the fabric they actually are.

I have been curator of my children's lives.  Through memories of life experiences, writing down and recording things through their small children's lives, keepsakes and certificates depicting every small milestone, every race ran, every snowman made and snowball thrown, every childhood painting, each medal, tear and tantrum, every creation that falls from their hands and hearts. Now I am managing them through their costume change from to teens and into young adults....I see each creation that they make. 

My own stuff has too, been curated.

It is evident as I continue to record my journal in my blog. I have countless writings and I am keeper of my own favorite books. There have been soooo many costume changes.

I do give lots and lots away to charity.....but I am still chockablock with the energy of events, that gently calls me when I need it, and pulls itself out like a book on shelf that suddenly catches your eye, that gives you the message that you most needed to know.

Someone was telling me about a book on minimalism, I replied enthusiastically, "yes I have hundreds of them"  

What to do with it all? where is Creator in all this?

In my I Ching reading, the first and inner situation was described by the hexagram Preponderous, which means a great many, as in over-abundant, too many, countless...and it refers to the inner. So The inner was Great, but the outer was not able to hold this , like a heavy roof that the walls could no longer uphold...and would crash in ....soon.

In my tea leaves the 'mother' energy I saw in my cup, had a slightly worried expression on her face. Like it was time and there was nothing more that the mother energy could do for her children.

The Mother that we see as the Earth, has been the curator of all our living libraries. She has been holding us since before we knew time. She, the mother, is the curator of everything in this world, and holds us all in her essence, maintaining and care giving, she is the guardian and holds the memory of all of All OUR CREATIONS ON EARTH.

We the children have come to a place where we need to take on our own responsibility and Move on up into the space of spiritual maturity. The load has come to a time where there we need to support ourselves and let the Mother Earth, finish up her earthly (3rd dimensional) duties, take off her apron, put her curator's book of memories away, and go and have some real fun out there with others of her kind.

We know that the earth is often seen as an angel, or as a great entity, a wondrous being that has taken on the role of holding us in place in this 3D system. She has been the place and the heart that has provided the space for the children to grow. By doing this she has taken us in and she has become greater, she has learned and grown too, she is ready for her own transformation up.

We all have associations with the mother energy in varying degrees, and we have different ties that  link us to the earth and our experiences and lifetimes here. But if the growing spiritual roof is too heavy for the 3D walls to hold it.... 
....is it that we on Earth are in the hexagram of 'preponderance', (too many too count, a great number, heavy weight of..)  and Mother Earth knows it cannot be held up for much longer as she becomes lighter herself with her own growth and dissolves out of 3D altogether? 

Michaela