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HEART INFUSED, WILL-CENTERED MUSINGS ON THE HEALING ART OF TRANSFORMATION

Tuesday, July 7, 2009

Receive and Transmit


How stingy we can be with our Love, and our Compassion, reserving it specially for life's feverish melodramas which cajole such vital elements from us as a compromise for what, in essence, wants to be truly unconditional. Our Love could be the greatest gift we ever bestow the world. Even in the most mundane of moments, Love.

Love fiercely, especially within the forgotten dimensions of the Self, for LOVE is the only true treasure whose worth multiplies as it subtracts.

And remember this: hidden in every adversity is the desperate cry for more love.
Give it freely, despite yourself.

-amaya, Salt Spring Island '09-

Thursday, June 25, 2009

la la lala la la ......

cOmE cHeCk oUt mY bEadWovEn jEweLry!

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BEADSHINE DESIGN!

Yesssssssss, I've been a busy queen bee (much to the neglect of my stale blog!)


Thursday, June 4, 2009

murky-murkury mucks with me AGAIN!

hEY AlL!

My beloved PC died during this last kicker of a Mercury in Retrograde, so my already spartan blogging further receded into lotus-flower-remote-viewing vacation mode. I must say, motherboard death is certainly a funky thing to watch happen....oozing fonts in psychedelic colours and everything going super huge like it was in safe-mode for the legally blind. At first I thought we had contracted some weird internet virus suddenly let loose on truth-seeking folks like us who like our information real, but low and behold, our '97 'puter was declared an arthritic dinosaur seeking to be an organ donor at Free Geeks.

Soooooooooooooooooooooo. I'm not really back from the Retrograde phase yet. I'm trying...... but holyschmoly, does that trickster god ever like to mess with my mercurial head.

Saturday, May 2, 2009

Dolphins Love You When You Go Green

Simple, natural and inexpensive ingredients can be effectively used to keep domestic environments clean and eco-happy.

Here are some homemade household cleaner recipes:

  • All-Purpose Cleanser – Mix a ½ cup of pure soap (or soap flakes) with a ¼ cup of lemon juice and 1 gallon of hot water.
  • Carpet Cleaner – Lightly sprinkle cornstarch and/or baking soda over the carpet, rub it in and then vacuum after one hour. Another suggestion is to combine a ½ cup of dish detergent with 1 pint of boiling water, cool, whip into stiff foam and apply with a damp cloth. For tough stains try using cold soda water or blot the area with vinegar and soapy water.
  • Disinfectant – Mix 1 teaspoon of borax with 2 tablespoons of vinegar and a ¼ cup of soap with 2 cups of hot water. Adding a few drops of Tea-Tree Oil to warm water works wonders as well.
  • Drain Cleaner – Pour ¼ cup of baking soda and ¼ cup of salt down the drain. Add ½ cup of vinegar and cover the drain with the stopper. Wait 15 minutes, then flush the drain with boiling water.
  • Dusting Spray – Mix 1 teaspoon of olive oil with ½ cup of vinegar and apply with a soft cloth.
  • Fabric Softener – Add ¼ cup of vinegar in the final rinse cycle.
  • Floor Cleaner – Combine ½ cup of hydrogen peroxide with ¼ cup of vinegar and ¼ cup of washing soda with 1 gallon of warm water. Or try just ½ a cup of vinegar with 1 gallon of water.
  • Furniture Polish - Dissolve 1 teaspoon of lemon oil in 1 cup of vegetable oil and apply with a clean rag.
  • Glass Cleaner – Mix ½ cup of white vinegar with 1 gallon of warm water and use newspaper to clean the surface (it won't leave streaks)
  • Laundry Detergent – Combine 1 part borax with ¼ part washing soda.
  • Oven Cleaner - Apply a paste of baking soda and water, let it sit overnight and then remove with a soapy cloth.
  • Porcelain Stain Remover – Mix borax and lemon juice into a paste. Let the mixture sit for 2 hours and then scrub the object.
  • Starch – Mix 1 tablespoon of cornstarch with 1 pint of cold water.
  • Tub & Tile Cleaner - Use a firm bristle brush with baking soda and an all-purpose cleanser. For cleaning grout you can use 3 parts baking soda mixed with 1 part water.
  • Upholstery Cleaner Combine ¼ cup of liquid soap with 3 tablespoons of water. Rub the soap mix on the furniture and then rinse with a sponge

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

blogging in my head instead

Alright!
You caught me slacking on my blogging!

Yes, it's true, I've been tossing in a lot of fillers these days, as I've had many dramatic shifts and changes to accommodate over the last few moons which makes it more of a challenge to take the delicious time I need to write.

Phew!
It's been soooooooooo intense!!!

Yet, I ultimately know these recent tumultuous inner and outer events are all about a deeper alignment. And like a pop-crack-pow-wow! chiropractic adjustment, it can feel kinda raw and sore for awhile, like I'm walking around more crooked than before because I'm integrating a subterranean healing and have sorta forgotten what it feels like to be in alignment with my higher self.

I'm:

Integrating.

Grounding.
Healing.
Adjusting to the New.
Eating dark chocolate whenever I can.
Sleeping more.
Saying no with more vigour.

So, if you too have been dealing with cosmic constipation these days, you might wish to check out this "sight" for the vision it so heartfully offers. She rocks the free world!
http://www.emergingearthangels.com/

Tuesday, March 31, 2009

hApPy
fOoLs
dAy!

“You know, for years I taught Absurdiveness Training, and at the end everyone received Absurdification from the Swami. Well, I have decided to reinstitute that policy. If you’ve ever been struck by enlightening and became fooly-aware, committed a random act of comedy that contributed to someone else’s fool-realization, or otherwise added to the laugh force on the planet -- you are absurdifiable!”

-Swami Beyondananda-

Friday, March 20, 2009


And so,
the sacred Light of rebirth shines yet again,

in a seed of Truth taking root in the Heart!
Earth awakens from the long night of Winter,
to become Pollen, Blossom and the Quickening Bud.

The dew drops in the glow of Dawn,
the sustenance of tomorrow's Harvest,
the rising fertility of the rich, Green Earth,
all rejoice the ancient Sun King's return.

-Amaya-


Thursday, March 19, 2009

Happy Spring Equinox!

The Spring (Vernal) Equinox, also known as Ostara, or the Astrological New Year, marks a special time when the Tropical Zodiac Sun begins to transit the first astrological sign of Aries. It is also a time when we are confidently re-emerging into the waxing solar year, the day being of equal length to the night. It is a time of sacred balance, of wholeness, integration and rebirth.

And as sPriNg brings the promise of renewal, fresh beginnings and awakening creative drives, so this is a time to plant the metaphorical seeds of our own becoming.
This is a magical power-portal of the year, as it integrates the very blueprint for our entire solar year. The affirmations, visualizations and personal wishes which we bring forth at this time will have a lasting, and far-reaching influence. We can empower our dreams and visions of the future-NOW!

I encourage you to take the time to reflect and meditate on what you wish to symbolically birth, manifest and actualize. Some creative ways to do so may be:


-making a manifestation collage

-writing a poem to yourself
-writing down a comprehensive list of wishes

-making a dream pillow: combine dried lavender with whole flax seeds, and fill it with little pieces of paper in which you write down specific attributes you wish to strengthen in the coming moons

-going outside and wishing upon 10 stars

-praying

-creating your own abundance ritual

-creating a sacred space/ altar in which to place symbols of your emerging dreams, hopes and wishes
-painting your wishes all over your body with a fine brush and water-colour pastels, and then taking a ylang-ylang bath
-making a wish tree out of green pipe-cleaners and attaching paper leaves unto which you have written all of your special wishes. Use real soil to "plant" your tree into a clay pot which you have also painted yourself
-writing a letter to yourself (which you put a stamp on and mail) boldly exclaiming all of the things you are going to accomplish this year

-taking three shiny pennies and going to a nearby stream to cast your wishes into the water
-taking apart a little stitch on one of your favourite stufties. Slip a small piece of paper into it with all of your wishes written on it. Sew it back up, and hug your stuftie every night!

Play, imagine, risk, dare, acknowledge, create!
The creative possibilities for creating your own Ostara magic are only limited by your own imagination, and we all know that imagination is
I N F I N I T E !



Tuesday, March 10, 2009

Echoing the Echoes of Sisterhood: Moving Toward Healing and Solidarity

As children newly forming the root-systems of our individual ego identity, we carry an essential base of core-needs which we naturally seek in the sustaining love, care, protection and nourishment of our mother. Yes, father's matter too...yet our 'birther' is an undeniably profound connection which I'm deliberately wishing to emphasize here.

We all need to be supported in fundamental ways so that our growth is not prematurely interrupted or stunted. Only then can we forge a healthy interdependence and transcend the original and necessary function of the ego. A healthy and integrated ego enables us as children to have safe boundaries from the outside world. We need to self-actualize from the ground up-from the healthy establishment of a sound ego which matures and evolves with us into a more generous, altruistic, loving expression of a well-nourished, adult selfhood .

Encouragement, support, trust, safety, affection.....many of these very important life-qualities and expressions were sadly lacking in our early parent-child relationships. After all, we all-too-often model what we learn from our parents, and there have been successive generations of dysfunctional parenting styles passed down in over-sized suitcases through the (dark?) ages. Such chronic deficiencies may subsequently lead us to counter-develop supplementary habits which we then project into warped power-dynamics and negative attention-seeking behaviours. If we are chronically deficient and in deep pain about the lack of love and support in our early life, we may learn manipulative and cunning tactics as a means of 'stealing' that which we weren't freely given yet so desperately needed. To establish a thriving and fulfilled identity, we all need a certain quotient of love.

We are free-will empowered, autonomous beings fulfilling our soul's destiny and purpose in individual accordance and alignment with Source, God/ess, All-That-Is. We may or may not directly relate to our parents in this equation at all. However, the mysterious cosmic design of our souls, in so merging with the fused dna housed in the womb of our mothers, seems to activate a sacred process beyond the bio-scientific, beyond the learned vs. innate debate.

What I'm speaking of, esoterically, is how the souls of our mothers transmit subtle-energy information to our own soul via psychic imprints while we are growing in the womb. This is a fateful (some say deeply
karmic) communication, one which I believe we have somehow "chosen" in order to help us actualize the very Life Path and Life Lessons our souls most need to grow by.

Now, this ineutero communication may activate many aspects of our emergent personalities. The psychic bridging which took place in the womb may be a spiritual means of triggering necessary mother-child healing processes later, or a way of highlighting ancestral patterning and firming up psychic contracts and shared agreements while teaching one-another important life lessons. We may also receive hidden messages ineutero via mum's deepest desires and secret dreams, which may unconsciously end up fusing with our own, later emerging as some actualized endeavour we invariably 'play' out. Who we become as children and as adults may, in part, be a forgotten echo of our mother's reverberations deep within us, now expressed in action.

If our mothers have an opportunity to meet such a mirrored reflection in us, there may be a profound psycho-spiritual, cellular/ subconscious (or conscious!) recognition, a lucid thread woven through and between us. Such a "remembrance" may trigger feelings such as elation, pride, compassion, and inspiration. In these emotional responses we are sent the clear message of "approval", "permission" and "support". This may be reinforced over and over again repeatedly over the course of one's lifetime in various ways.

However, if our mothers have not integrated their own healthy ego within a self-fulfilled life, (often due to an early lack of love and support from their mothers) the emotions triggered by a profound remembrance may be polarized as resentment, jealousy, hostility and fear. Such responses are a message of "disapproval", "trespassing" and "rejection", and again may play on automatic and repeat continuously. These varied and complex messages may be subtle, yet are received and internalized by us none-the-less, sculpting our psyches, tweaking our behaviours. The impact of our mother's messages upon us as women is sub-terraneanly deep and confounding.

From this hidden or overt dialogue which first originated in the womb, we shape and instill our impressions of woman-to-woman relations, and carry their phantoms and ghosts into the complex stratas of the sisterhood. We play them out in various hide-and-seek scenarios of an emotional nature, giving, taking, surrendering, fighting. Looking for approval, giving disapproval, hoping for acceptance, giving rejection.

Often the social "diva complexes", "bitch-slaps" "cat-scratches" and other unhealthy "women waging war against women" behaviours are conveying a secondary message: a fear of rejection, the need for approval, the desire for kinship and solidarity, the craving for love and support.

While it may be difficult to sincerely extend our openness and interest toward women who appear edgy and hardened, closed to any manner of shared warmth, it is worth any and all efforts to find an in-road toward soothing her. Seeing beyond her frayed edges, her defensive stances, her evil, territorial glares and judgemental stings. Instead of creating further separation and alienation by 'reacting to the reaction', it can be incredibly liberating to gently open in observance of the defensive/ offensive behaviour sometimes displayed in women. For it is AN OPPORTUNITY TO GIFT THE SISTERHOOD WITH COMPASSION.

Within that b*#!@-y sister who pouts her lip at your unsuspecting boyfriend and then struts her insecure superiority around in superficial displays of glistening cleavage, stockinged thigh, neatly plucked eyebrow, shining collagen lip, there is almost always a hurt little girl guarding a hidden need which is calling out for heartful attention. Maybe she's insecure! Maybe she lost her "mama-roots" early on in life, or never had them at all, and now she just wants to know she's worthy in the world, she wants to believe she's 'looked out for', even if it's in the lower form of 'looked at'.

As her sister, you have something special to give of your feminine essence which can help soothe her.
Perhaps you can offer her the safe haven of your non-judgement, without playing into any manipulative games she may have mastered in her loneliness and pain. Perhaps you can offer something gently maternal, something comforting and compassionate.

Pop-culture media has distorted and over-exploited our feminine value-system of true worth, painfully reducing women's value to their physical sex-appeal while sending forth the garbled message that the attention we seek isn't really about meaningful intimacy and true affection, it's all about outward appearances and allure, or it's about over-emphasizing heterosexual ideals and being 'bait' for our man, or our sister's man (if the power-dynamics have become that manipulated and corrupt)

Yet, if we can reach beyond the external 'packaging' into the core need we may delightfully discover common ground as sisters. Sisters who want to trust again, sisters who want to care about each other, sisters who have each other's backs and seek each other out as comfort when we most need it.....

In the quest for peaceful meeting places beyond the cat-walk politics, one of the most effective ways I have discovered to reach for this need (after many near-fatal falls on the bitch battlefield!) is to be genuinely C-U-R-I-O-U-S about my sisters. To drop my own ego at the door of any event, party, social gathering or outing. To be self-assured with the manner in which I strive to embody true feminism: I navigate with integrity and in true SOLIDARITY WITH MY SISTERS.

When I decidedly enter into a social dynamic with absolutely nothing to prove, nothing to guard and protect, covet or steal, I leave adequate room for my mercurial curiosity to emerge with a sensual grace. And it always does!! In my curiosity, I have more energy and generosity to extend to my sisterkin. I can ask her questions about herself, offer my listening heart to her, create a safe place for and with her so she can comfortably drop her exhausted social masks and well-rehearsed antics if she so chooses. I openly offer an invitation for her to be real with with me-sister to sister.

This almost always works in taking the edge off those compulsive, competitive behaviours so often entrained in women at a frighteningly early age. If I focus on the 'togetherness' of the sisterhood, I'm more inclined to foster intimacy, trust and safety in my actions because I'm not seen as a threat to a more intimidated, insecure woman.

I also find that women can all too often over-masculinize their social status by immediately measuring their sexual rank like an alpha wolf seeks to establish it's immediate dominance. Sexual qualifiers are frequently rooted in male fantasy projections. Stiletto heels, glossy coloured lips, hairless bodies....... If I simply ground myself be somewhat sexually neutral within the more charged and defensive/ offensive of environments, without deferring to or dominating another, I find a soft harmony begins to infuse my more volitile sister-connections. I've discovered that equality is a natural bi-product of women embodying their feminine qualities together, and can be the gift we offer to one another.

Also, when we choose to honour and prioritize the emotional importance of establishing our vital bonds to other women, as opposed to exaggerating the supplementary need to be exclusively loved by the men in our lives, we further strengthen the sisterhood. I have noticed that hetero women who elevate their relationship to their man above their friendships with other women, are often the most wounded in regards to their early relationship with their bio-mothers.

It helps to adopt an inner attitude of generosity toward difficult women, or toward the difficult woman inside ourselves! Women who are "control freaks" are often women who suffered a loss of control in their early life, perhaps in the form of physical/ emotional abuse and ,having swung to it's opposite polarity, hope to restore their lost power. "Jealous" women often feel painfully "less than" while "dominant" women are often the most insecure. "Alpha" women are often afraid of being seen as not good enough, as unaccomplished or not successful enough. Their inner worth is often precariously hinged on the specific measurements of their internal critic and the approval of others .

Remember that there is almost always a story within a story. Try to offer empathy. Listen to what isn't being said. Sometimes, in the silence of the in-between, there are meaningful things spoken at volumes.

With the spirit of giving we are strategically poised to highlight the many ways we can support the healing of our early wounds, especially as it relates to our mothers. We can offer real substance to the unmet needs of our sisters too. And sometimes, it can simply come down to this:

"When in doubt, give more L-O-V-E, and remember: DON'T take it personally, it's not all about... you."

Monday, February 9, 2009

sorry to break your cinnamon heart


It is indeed an interesting herding phenomenon when a specific date on the gregorian calendar becomes a commercialized holiday so ingrained in popular iconography that we overlook its very roots of origin. Instead, we run on automatic to the nearest theme store. Hearts, flowers, chocolates, lingerie and candle light dinners on the eve of the14th of February all characterize our amorous and sensual expressions as 'Valentine's day' tributes to a lover, whether secret or claimed, imaginary or real. And really, it is rather timely for con$umer culture to be inundated with various objects of eros considering the commercial lull between capitalist christmas and the next big hallmark holiday, easter. Gotta keep the spending happening, after all!

Valentine's day is the perfect capitalist bridge between these two money-generating holidays, ensuring continued profit, sales and product turn-over. Credit card companies gloat along with those expensive lover's suite hotels and 5 star seafood (aphrodisiac!) restaurants
. The National Retail Federation’s (NRF) 2007 Valentine's Day Consumer Intentions and Actions Survey, (conducted by BIGresearch for NRF), claimed the average consumer spent $119.67 on Valentine's day that year, up from $100.89 in 2006. With 63.4 percent of consumers celebrating the holiday in 2007, the total Valentine's day spending that year reached about $16.90 billion.

Obviously, we have been gullible enough to take the valentine bait hook line and sinker, believing that somehow we too must buysellandspend with aerobic, root-chakra vigour!. We splurge on heart-shaped novelties as victory trophies of our love. We're conditioned to believe that hallmark can say it better than we can, and so we shelve our own spark of creativity for the neatly packaged
mono-products which say it all. We buy pounds of slave-labour chocolates from 3rd world countries along with pesticide-poisoned flowers from still poorer nations. The pressure to conform combined with the powerful effects of all the subliminal advertising which arouse our nostalgic sensations all drive the buying impulse toward this end. Whether we like it or not, we start to think in *red and white.

Until 1969, the Vatican formally recognized 11 different Valentine's days. The only two associated with the 14
th of February were Valentine of Rome and Valentine of Terni, both between AD 269 and 197 and likely because one of them was BURIED on the Via Flaminia on that day. Neither one of these men, though both were officially martyred, were EVER associated with poetic romanticism or tender love. By the time the 14th century began to attach such sentimentality to a 'Saint Valentine' whatever distinctions previously existed between these two catholic martyrs was entirely lost.

The church decided to revise their calender of saints in 1969 and had these Valentine dudes dropped from the general Roman calender because of the lack of any known history about them. There is, however, a medieval writing by Bede called
Legenda Aurea which revealed just a little more about a 'Saint' Valentine. Apparently one of these two Valentine's was executed for refusing to be converted to Roman paganism by Emperor Claudius II. This devout Valentine had instead attempted to convert Claudius II to christianity and was in turn sentenced to death.

While in prison awaiting his execution, Valentine apparently befriended the blind daughter of his jailer and performed some kind of remarkable christian healing on her. There is still no reference in this historical document of any romantic love or passion being expressed by Valentine's character, by nature or even as a displayed affection toward his female prison-friend.

So, as such cold fact morphed into embellished fiction, modern lore began to embroider this
original (and tragic, and boring) tale of Valentine into a much different kind of historical myth. Now we see Valentine as a heart-hero, a renegade priest marrying couples in secret because of the Roman ban on marriage, as it was believed that single men made better soldiers of war. In this *bs* version, Emperor Claudius II discovers Valentine's marriage scandal and throws Valentine in jail. As further distortion of the Legenda Aurea goes, Valentine now writes a final note to the jailer's daughter (who has been so fictionalized as to have become his 'beloved')

And this manipulation ultimately becomes the first imaginary "valentine".

Yes, an unadorned note that never really existed from a brave christian man who was about to be executed by Roman pagans for defying the Emperor's orders.

This note-which-never-was simply read:
'F r o m
Y o u r
V a l e n t i n e.'


*the colours red and white are strongly associated with an ancient, traditional pagan celebration which happens 12 days earlier on the calender, at the cross-quarter day between the winter solstice and the spring equinox. It is called Imbolc or Brigid's Day, named after the Goddess Brigit (Breed) who is associated with the hearth fire, poetry, inspiration, and protection. The colours red and white relate to the emerging fertility, power, sexuality and the purity of light in the Goddess and the re-awakening earth.

Monday, February 2, 2009

The Quality of Light

this
starknaked shine
is merciless to the eye

(staring)


this
lightdirect exclamation
finds density penetrable
infusing hot murmurs
into every hidden molecule

(I am ancient and glory and moment the reign of light)

reaching
I hold sunbeams beyond fists
and dance

for I have listened to the dreamy creep
rooting itself in all I have nourished
and I have sourced
the rising, illuminated fruit

of vision
full

and reveal in starknaked shine
mercy in eyes

(staring)


beholding you
beholding me

-Amaya Dana O'Duir-

Sunday, February 1, 2009

Happy I M B O L C


"O Brigid, spread above my head
Your mantle bright to guard me"

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

disillusionment and all those names with vowels you orally fixate on

I have decided: Romance and Realism are NOT a compatible blend.

This constitutional mix invariably results in an intolerable state of indigestion and acid reflux which, over time, scars the insides and debilitates the swallow reflex. I can tell you this: I found this out via private overindulgence in those all-you-can-eat buffets of the heart. In a failed attempt to constrain my ravaging emotional hunger with fantastical, heroic and epic narratives of love impossible and unattainable, I have roused the ancient lover’s muse within me with sometimes wild, miscalculated abandon. I have pursued my want of relational mystery in a multitude of “fateful destinies” and have suffered a venusian insomnia which has, at crucial times, compromised the simple joys of mundane life in all it's comfort-food subtly and grounded glory. I have since come to the (tentative) conclusion that:


Romance is just another intangible, extended sense-perception which inextricably alters reality like a drug and leaves a smudged blur over the reasoning faculties.

Therefore: Romance is not real.

Sometimes I court the myriad fascinations of my physical senses in a rather hedonistic manner: I do, at times secretly devour sultry and erotic public-domain offerings. The musty scent discreetly tucked away in a circus of bus-ride pheromones, doing intoxicating twirls in my anonymous head. Clandestine. Unattached. Romance's fleeting apparition when the moon frosts her silvery luna-light over watery quivers of ocean and pale skin. Longing. Unrequited. A musical voice playing hide and seek with my playful curiosity, enchanting me with visions of ancient gypsy caravans and entwining kundalini snakes.
Seductive. Cosmic. It's in capoeira hodas and graceful fingertips with tans, strong jawlines and guitar harmonics. It's in the richly dark eyes of a perplexing and enigmatic Latino and in the lucid memories I hold precious and dear.

Yet ultimately romance’s allure is something of a biochemical elixir, one I elaborately concoct like a crazed chemist with bad hair and then throw a cocktail pajama party whenever I need a mental PMS vacation. Romance is like an invisible satellite dish on my head doing a 5436-channel frenzy of possibility. It's a multi-syllabic run-on sentence suffused with my own liberated fancies, with my secret, inner projections and over-dramatized wishes for a love still yet to come true. Yes, much like a good novel (one I’ve written, unpublished, myself) this kind of romance describes endless and naked scenarios of the imagination in so hypnotizing and seductive a manner I willing plunge head-first into a rippling sidewalk mirage, splaying my foolery for all to conclude:she is not the first, nor will she be the last.


Romance is a satiny, melt-in-your-mouth chocolate fondue for skinny dipping erogenous zones, its decadent indulgence a deeper need to satiate that lurking, undefined, something "else” we so crave. To make tangible that which has ultimately alluded poet, thespian, musician and the like for centuries, despite notable, valiant attempts to elevate it's sensual affections beyond the average reach.


Romance is a wily and crafty impostor which masks that "something" neglected or ignored and parades it around as the "too good to be true", as the "wishes (finally) granted", as the lucky fortune found in the pot of gold at the end of our own personal rainbow. It is a want of an emotional, spiritual gratification, misdirected. It is something I have spent (too) much time dancing with in my (sky-bound) head, chasing it into the erratic course of nature like an invisible butterfly-one I describe so vividly to myself that I can almost watch it kiss noses with the shedding buttercups and wilting daisies of my myriad unfulfilled hopes for epic romance.

I indulge romantic notions when reality is something I’d rather redefine and fictionalize. And being a creative, imaginative visionary in a world more crudely carved while O.D.-ing on la-la-land filled bon-bons is like choosing to blind perfectly lucid eyes by watching fuzzy television in the dark. My no-name brand of wallet-size romance is a renegade harlequin gone bad-ass, a juicy lucid-dream in virtual technicolour after too many episodes of channel five in black and white.


Oh, the dry soils of inertia and boredom, of restlessness and barren landscapes spanning life's unbearable disappointments and persistent cravings for a love exalted (not to mention the perils of aging skin, aching bones and long-term monogamy) These are all fertile breeding grounds for the wild weed of distraction to root itself, with or without the promise of bearing the edible fruit of eden, that very life-sustaining fruit so intoxicating, yet still so forbidden and taboo.


I will birth the ideal romance within my own dreaming deep down in the stratas of my colourful powerheart.....just seed that little kernel of magic right down in this here richrich earth of mine and I’ll water you and sun you and protect you and sing to you... I will conjure you alive, conjure and immortalize us both in the radiance of the impossible, in the expansive alternate realities of bliss and joy and endless rumi-esque poetry lest you retreat into darker, more isolate soils without first branching, without first reaching, multi-limbed for the embrace of my loving vastness………


Romance shlo-mo-mance.

I so intensely want romance to be of my own crafting, to infuse it with things I have no right calling mystery because its linear names are far too verbal, a language of limits. I will flood my escapist notions, these romantic distractions with oceans of abandoned sensuality, sun it with fires so bold and impassioned as to create entirely new and animated universes of lust, love and blissful levitation. I will want it to be mine-all mine. And yours too (of course we can share).

So fierce this distorted possession of desire that any real semblance of true romance will die of saturation before it is even born, making a poetic assassin out of yet another hopeless romantic.


P.S.
Yes, this one is for you.

Saturday, December 20, 2008

'Invocation': the Incredible String Band



you that create the diversity of the forms
open to my words
you that divide and multiply it
hear my sounds
I make yield league to you
ancient associates
and fellow wanderers
you that move the heart
in fur and scale
I join with you
you that sing bright and subtle
making shapes that my throat cannot tell
you that harden the horn
and make quick the eye
you that run the fast fox and the zigzag fly
you sizeless makers of the mole and of the whale
aid me and I will aid you

I make a blood pact with you
you that lift the blossom and the green branch
you who make symmetries more true
you who consider the angle of your limbs
who dance in slower time
who watch the patterns
you rough coated who eat water
who stretch deep and high
with your green blood
my red blood let it be mingled
aid me and I will aid you

I call upon you
you who are unconfined
who have no shape
who are not seen
but only in your action
I will call upon you
you who have no depth
but choose direction
who bring what is willed
that you blow love upon the summers of my loved ones
that you blow summers upon those loves of my love
aid me and I will aid you

I make a pact with you
you who are the liquidness of the waters
and the spark of the flame
I call upon you
you who make fertile the soft earth
and guard the growth of the growing things
I make peace with you

you who are the blueness of the blue sky
and the wrath of the storm
I take the cup of deepness with you
earthshakers
and with you the sharp and the hollow hills
I make reverence to you
round wakefulness we
call the earth
I make wide eyes to you
you who are awake
every created thing both solid and sleepy
or airy light
I weave colours round you
you who will come with me
I will consider it beauty

Friday, December 19, 2008


Tuesday, December 9, 2008

Winter Self-Care

sleep more
dream lucid
eat root veggies
journal in the morning
spoon your primary other
wear fuzzy slippers
drink warm chai
take more vitamin C and D
reflect
enchant
reach out to someone you miss
stay warm
believe
trust
hug naked trees
go for walks in the dark
wish upon a star
stir your inner cauldron
call the light back in
love yourself

Sunday, December 7, 2008

Sun Gods, 19.47 and matte froth and still I can walk and chew bubble gum at the same time

Ancient Peruvian skull for one gynormous cerebral mass!

Do you have confidence that our history books are telling us the truth? Have you ever tirelessly pondered the amazing, unsolved mysteries of our planet evident in living legacies such as those erected of stone and placed with precise geometry in Egypt, Mexico and China..etc.? Do you ever feel as though there is a significant link conveniently missing about our ancient human origins?

Just when we thought we'd finally figured out how that froth settles so perfectly on our morning matte, along comes Nassim Haramein with skulls twice the size of humans (excavated in Peru and Mexico) pointing cursors at black holes in the sun. Those hypnotizing, status-quo dogmas which long held our periphery fixed to a severe and clean-cut line of linear and rational thinking all suddenly vortex into a radical paradigm-shifting kerfuffle. Yes, there is a disturbance in the force, Jedi's, and it's not an 'us against them' thing.
It is more like:
Are we us, are we them or are they us and we them combined?

Hmmm.........time will tell and reveal it's core mysteries.
And an open, curious and inquiring mind and heart will always know truth.
Yes, 8 hours of SERIOUS mind-morphing courtesy of Google Mystery School.
Cyber-initiations for modern times!
woah.

Monday, December 1, 2008

Free Your Emotions (and the rest will follow)

"Getting too close to the unconscious is not quite the danger we thought it was; in fact, one of the greatest problems today is that people are too far from their dreaming! That is why many illnesses develop. That is partially why many therapists still look at Aboriginal people as “primitive”. In fact, fear of emotions, is one of the core reasons behind the inadvertent racism which is rampant in white cultures, not just in your time, but in mine as well. You understand me, I am sure; psychology is not just science! It is politics as well. If you fear emotions, you fear altered states of consciousness, and marginalize cultures whose spirituality is based upon these states."

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

Why has our simple adult curiosity toward our fellow human gone into hiding? And why the apparent pop-culture prevalence of cool and flat vacancy, suspicious remoteness, and competitive animosity toward public "strangers"? In its opposite extreme to innocent curiosity, our stifled interest in each-other has become an exploitative and hungry “spectator sport” which objectifies the other at safe arms-length, devoid of innocent warmth, open acceptance and heart-full inquiry. When we draw mistrustful lines in the sand between us, placing unreasonably high values upon how we materialize in the physical world, (like yet another product to be marketed to our capitalist senses) we create hurtful separations and cultivate unnecessary alienation. We assert self-important individualism and keep to ourselves like a personality in quarantine.


Sure, we all want to feel our “specialness” in the public eye. But the aesthetic presentation of ourselves is often initially valued above our noble character traits. We carefully select the very colours, textures and styles which help define our fashionable sense of worth. We want to define the first impressions we leave in the eyes of others. This in and of itself can be a healthy and authentic form of self-expression when motivated by a desire to find true connection in our social spheres. However, being a fashion "untouchable" can set us apart from others and one's style can become a class-oriented measure of privilege and materialism, like in the need to display expensive labels on our clothing. This creates lonely divisions and shallow hierarchies between us.


Whether the motivation be to conform or compel, we often feel it necessary to define something of our physical specialness to others, to seek the approval, the magnetism of desire, and the various social responses we feel we need to be complete. Our self-images are often so wrapped up in our need to be superficially validated in a defined way, to be seen and socially regarded that we externalize this process, over-emphasizing the “aesthetic” or “expressed” display of our inner journeys. In our attempt to prove to others what our aesthetic power and worth is, we often neglect to "be" the totality of our worth in an integrated, wholistic and grounded way.


We can be too caught up with trying to assert our own specialness. We inadvertently repel others with the psychological separation it creates, unwittingly arousing another’s antagonism. It can be a delicately fine-line between true authenticity and varying degrees of self-absorption. We can become so dazzled by this "specialness" about ourselves or another that we forget how our uniqueness is what we all have in common, how our relationships can bridge this connection to our shared diversity. Authenticity is not a "special" club for VIP members only. It is our birth right.


When we measure ourselves against others based on polarities and dichotomies: good/ bad…..out-going/ shy……attractive/ ugly…….unhealthy/ fit….and so on, we create an "otherness" which compromises our sense of UNITY. Over-exalting or over-representing ourselves or others can create specific recipes (even antiquated ones passed down from generation to generation) for this “specialness”. We then further alienate the true value of those who do not have these very same ingredients we have so deemed important for success, spiritual insight, or acceptance within a particular group structure.


When we over-personalize, instead of universalize what we value, we neglect the collective diversity present in our communities. We then form hyper-inclusive cliques and networks which are bound to have limitations if established out of zealous pride and ego-centered choices and definitions. Homogenizing our rich diversity, we close doors best left open. If we truly wish our human systems to represent and include the interests of the greatest number of us, we must celebrate our DIVERSITY. When we rigidly conform and then forget to accept our authentic differences, we feel threatened by what shows up in the periphery of our delineated status quo. Stoically guarding our own self-interests, we reject the potentials that "difference" offers because it doesn’t fit our preconceived and long-held definitions.


When we accept the truth about our true selves, when we are humble, modest and mature about our skills, abilities and talents without need to establish rank, authority, and place of importance, when we are free of the need to prove our worth and personal power to others, we are much more creative and receptive. We can dwell in the middle place of unity where we all meet. Feeling whole within ourselves, we naturally see our similarities and our shared common interests as unique humans. Our relationships can emerge and meet within the heart of universal principles like compassion, respect, honesty and integrity, irregardless of the myriad ways we may manifest physically, mentally or emotionally. It becomes less important what we look like and increasingly more important how we ARE-together.


When our self-image is founded upon self-love, we radiate an open acceptance of another's ways. We feel no encroaching threat to our own identity. We understand how being true to ourselves, however differently or similarly that may manifest in another, is a universal truth we all share. When we love and accept ourselves, we awaken innocent curiosities and find we are asking more questions of those around us instead of making quick assumptions or bold value judgments based on criticism and misinterpretation.


Our curiosity has more room to discover the deliciousness of another because we are no longer so concerned about taking up all the space for our own ego gratification. Instead we can discover and celebrate what is real, authentic and true in another, free of pretenses and airs, enlivening, deepening and enriching our intimate TOGETHERNESS.


Sounds good, eh?

Begin it now.

pO-etiCs



Who Are You (now)

to Me?


maybe you are a rock,

gravity-bound to an adorned past

to which I send stealthy echoes

of firm, pressing waters

and time-drenched persistence

that slowly reshapes your original form

and holds you, immovable,

to a tide-crested heart.


maybe you are a shadowed and mossed

stump of nameless tree

in a singing and sequestered garden with no fences

and I offer you electric pollens

which only memories make fertile,

as lipless kisses glisten there,

too near to be forgotten.


Because no outer eye ever visions

where only our breath remembers

the falling of the jade dews.


maybe you are a cavern of cloud and mist,

succumbing to angles and geometries

which become you now,

as you fade and merge

into landscapes

I could never sculpt barehanded

and I send you a moment

in which I know you better as mystery

than I ever did before.

-Amaya O'Duir-

Monday, November 24, 2008

Talking Heads


t A L k i N g
heads

For many of us who have been socialized in the Western world, the spoken/ written language is our primary means of communicating intelligent ideas to one another. Our tongues are the speedy vehicles of thought- transmission and we tend to speak logical ideas directly from our heads, from the left-brain oriented, rational perspectives we are so accustomed to delivering along linear lines.

Often in group situations both socially and professionally, ideas and expressions can ping-pong and dash around in all directions, sometimes to the detriment of a true integrative understanding of the whole. As those most inclined to be audible are likely the more confident conversationalists and communicators of the lot, are often the loudest in volume, or the most assertive and direct, are the most forwardly opinionated, educated, or the most "established" or "alpha" of the group, we can miss hearing directly from the quietly perceptive ones, the deeply introspective people, the more right-brained intuitive folks who have much to offer to the ever-evolving group perspective and dynamic.

Unfortunately this can lead to a notable imbalance within a group. It can be difficult to find inroads when patiently awaiting the magic "window of opportunity" in which to share an important insight, reflection or idea which has come alive in a more empathic, introverted person not inclined toward assertion. Sometimes the moment seems not to open up for us and the racing freeway of verbiage swiftly changes direction, leaving many aspects forever unrevealed and steamrolled. Group listening can indeed be one of the most challenging and difficult opportunities for enhancing inclusivity.

When we overlook the privileges we so often take for granted, like our social position, our developed and sophisticated understanding of the English language, our educational background, our own extroverted ease and confidence, and our own clarity about the topics or issues being discussed, we can inadvertently exclude others. We can be so eager to share our two-cents worth that we forget to ask poignant questions, to pause for personal and interpersonal reflection and integration. We may neglect to leave adequate room for others to gently come forward. Sometimes we even compete or wrestle for the dominant opportunity by talking over one another, by limelighting, upstaging or creating sub-streams of conversation that split off from the group voice and create traffic-jams of mental activity. We may then psychologically disconnect, or emotionally withdraw and retreat our listening of others, feeling deficient of the validation and understanding we need from groups. We may overlook when someone is coming alive with a tangible, though silent, internal energy which desires sharing or we simply neglect to sense when someone is feeling marginalized due to the lack of social space offered for them to speak.

This is precisely when we need our right-brained, intuitive and sensitive listening to be equally active so we can FEEL with our hearts, the organic flow of energy and note where it is potentially stuck within the group. Arnold Mindell, an inspiring Jungian psychotherapist and accomplished author who founded 'Process Oriented Psychology' believes that Deep Democracy within a group is measured by the bodymindspirit health of each and every person who comprises the whole and that it's leadership is a shared responsibility mutable amongst many, not a rank fixedly held by the elite few. "As long as there is a sense that one person or level is more important than another, deep democracy is not at hand."-A.M.-

Arnold often encourages personal expressions like movement, spontaneous sound and physical stretching during extended group meetings to keep the energy flowing authentically amongst individuals and to maintain a harmonious equilibrium. How often do we tend to be a bunch of talking heads in stiff-backed chairs for hours upon hours without taking a moment to get up and stretch our bodies, to breathe deeply or sigh heavily, or shake out our lazy legs together?

Perhaps we need to be periodically reminded of the simple and courteous basics needed to orchestrate a successful gathering of diverse people and to help avoid creating any unfortunate chasms of communication. By connecting more fully to everyone present, a group-mind has the potential to benefit everyone while inspiring our ability to create peaceful, egalitarian relations on the grassroots level and beyond.

"Deep Democracy is our sense that the world is here to help us become our entire selves and that we are here to help the world become whole."

- Arnold Mindell-

MeTA-MoRPHo TiP:

Try a different way of T A L K I N G in C I R C L E S:

In the next Board Meeting, AGM, or any other formally organized gathering of the peeps, try arranging the seating in a circle, the symbol of coherence and unity equality and flow. Bring everyone near. Be especially aware of the overhead lighting and air flow and be sure to have filtered water and healthy snacks present. (refined sugar treats produce blood sugar crashes which directly affect our attention spans and compromise our direct participation) Create a simple center-piece to help anchor the focus and intention of the group. In the spirit of our Indigenous Hearts, and with respect for the age-old First Nation's Tradition of the Talking Circle, choose a symbolic or meaningful object to pass to the first speaker, who will begin to address the items on the agenda or the topic of discussion. It is respectful to acknowledge the Traditional Land you are gathered on, so some awareness of the local Nation is integral..

Being mindful of the passing of time, and offer deep listening silence when each speaker is holding the"talking object", continue to pass the object in a Sun-Wise direction to support the positive natural flow of life-energy. An appointed time-keeper could have an non-intrusive way of cuing the time (a light bell, a dinging of a glass....etc.) When the talking object is passed to you, you may choose to continue passing or you may take the opportunity to directly address any aspect of what has been shared about the issue or topic at hand. When you are truly complete, pass the power on......And continue to pass until everyone feels a sense of completion and resolution.

Remarkably, this simple format does generate deeper listening, respect and honour for each member of the group in a grounded, egalitarian way. It encourages authentic expression, directness and efficiency as well as coherence. While it may take a little longer on the clock, it is well worth the feeling of interconnectedness and solidarity which emerges. This feeling sustains.


Monday, November 17, 2008

Zap-Happy!


*Zapping* is an electro-medicinal process of safely electrocuting the blood with a weak current of DC pulsed through the skin. By introducing a low frequency, such as an oscillating 15 hz frequency to the blood, viruses, fungus, bacteria, parasites, worms and pathogenic tissue quickly die off to be re-absorbed as protein. This has been extensively researched and documented by molecular biologist, Dr. Hulda R. Clark in her controversial book 'A Cure For All Diseases'.

There are many bio-electrocution devices on the health market, many claiming contradictory benefits and superiority over others. Some research is recommended. However, most of them are called *Zappers* by various titles, and most of them are reputed to successfully accomplish the ultimate task of clean sweeping the body (over a period of time which varies from person to person) of all these aforementioned nasties (without harming healthy tissue and cells). Dr. Clark has concluded that most illness and disease are caused by the invasive presence of internal parasites and trapped environmental toxins and that daily zapping effectively addresses both. Apparently diseased tissue and parasites are positively charged and by introducing negative ions through the skin into the tissue with a zapper, their polarity is reversed. Physical healing can then begin with a vengeance.

There are plenty of interesting testimonials to read online as evidence of the zapper's profound effectiveness in healing disease and illness, in reducing pain and relieving chronic ailments. Medical claims cannot be openly reported in most cases due to FDA restrictions yet in reading the personal stories of people who have healed themselves of their major health issues, one can easily glean the hopeful possibility of radical self-healing and regeneration.

My research convinced me to purchase a fabulous zapper which I have been using daily for the past week.

So far I have personally experienced the following positive results:

-deeper,more restful sleep

-sustained vital energy throughout the day without need of an afternoon 'pick me up'

-relief of chronic sciatic pain

-lost 3 pounds of extra middle age love-handles (which I happened to quite like and now miss!)

-significant shrinkage of breast fibroid (phew!)
-noticeably less body odor, haven't needed deodorant

-enhanced mental clarity and memory, much less brain fog

-happy mood, inspired thoughts

-increased libido

-lower resting heart rate
-enhanced athletic performance
-loss of sugar cravings

I really love my friendly zapper, (the Orgone Zapper El Silverado) which I can strap onto my arm, wrist or leg with ease. I'm zappy!! And I hardly notice the low frequency it's vibing through me. It may be too early to assess the long-term benefits of daily zapping yet I'm hopeful of this new friend's efforts to support this wonderful, miraculous, life-giving mama-body I call home.

May you be well.

Some Zappers:
Orgonise Africa
Ken Adachi
The Ten Dollar Zapper
The Ultimate Zapper




Monday, November 3, 2008

The Solfeggio Scale and Its Effect On Water

LOVE vibes-out to 528 hertz

As an alternative/ complimentary healer, I am perpetually intrigued by the exceptional quantum and evolutionary understanding of our miraculous capacity to heal ourselves on a cellular, DNA level and through all the components and systems of our complex biological, spiritual, emotional and mental beings. I do a lot of independent research, I ask relevant questions of friends and colleagues, I enthusiastically explore, and yes, I even apply new techniques on myself like I'm just a happy little, furry guinea pig elated by the vast potentials of comprehensive healing modalities (while admittedly running around in circles from time to time inside my own cosmic treadmill). However, in this, I always discover, I release, I transform, I integrate, I seek the restoration of true inner and outer peace. And I trust.

Recently, I have embraced a very powerful wealth of knowledge gifted to humanity by fellow Summer Soul-stice born Elder, Dr. Leonard Horowitz. Len wrote the book 'Love: The Real Da Vinci Code' a rich body of extraordinary wisdom which has Served to enhance and expand our narrow perspective of what is possible in the future of our emerging, remembered and advanced healing technologies. I highly endorse this reading, which can be ordered through the Amazon link provided above.

One of Len's incredible discoveries is in the power of the hertz frequency 528 to activate the vibration of divine LOVE and to help regenerate damage of human DNA. This 528 frequency vibrates to an ancient musical scale called the Solfeggio Scale and is heard on musical instruments as a sharp "C". Further, Len has unabashedly applied Nasa designed health technologies in the transference of the 528 sound frequency to his OxySilver product, charging his already potent nutritional supplement with this Love Frequency: 528 hertz.
For more info on this, my OxySilver affiliate link is below:
http://www.oxysilver.com/533

Oh! And to hear some lovely music that has been composed specifically with the Solfeggio scale frequencies, please visit 'Source Vibrations'.

Blessings All!

Saturday, October 18, 2008



Friday, October 17, 2008

True Health-NOW!

It cannot be overstated how important it is for us to maintain a healthy, empowered immune system.

IT IS VITALLY IMPORTANT TO OPTIMIZE IMMUNITY!!!!!

I repeat: HAIL TO THE IMMUNE SYSTEM!

Our natural immune system is our biology's protective force field which constantly flexes it's superhero powers against ongoing viral and bacterial microbial invasion. So, keeping our IS supercharged and in "optimal functioning" mode is essential for our overall health and well-being.

Countless modern factors may challenge and inhibit the action of our IS, thereby leaving us vulnerable to myriad illness, disease and a general state of toxicity. These factors include record-high levels of pollution in our waters and our air, the depletion of our life-sustaining oxygen levels and the multitudes of intense stresses many of us are contending with (exhausting work weeks, impossible job demands, financial distress, emotional imbalances) as well as degraded food vitality due to depleted top soils, current weather extremes, and the prevalence of mutated super-bugs resulting from over-use of medical antibiotics.

Being a healthy human has never been more of a challenge AND more fundamental to the quality of our life experience. Having empowered choices for the well being and health of ourselves and our families is a precious freedom we ALL deserve, and this very freedom is threatened by the corporate intere$ts of the pharmaceutical drug companies like Big Pharma. We need to protect our rightful access to complimentary forms of health care and treatment. We need to maintain the right to adequately educate ourselves about our various options as well as being able to choose for ourselves what we put into our bodies,and when to keep ourselves in a perpetual state of wellness.

If you would like more information on the hidden realities undermining our freedom to this choice, please take the time to watch this Google Video:
http://video.google.ca/videosearch?hl=en&q=Ian%20Crane&um=1&ie=UTF-8&sa=N&tab=wv#

Openly published statistics show that a frighteningly high percentage of national deaths result from the adverse complications of pharmaceutical drugs use. It is also known that there are many prescribed drugs which are experimental in nature, eagerly promoted to ensure gains in profit before health gains. There are also dangers of being an uniformed consumer of powerful drug alternatives, which is why it is essential to consult reputable sources as well as our health-care professionals before embarking on any intensive health regime.

As it is well known that the overuse of prescription antibiotics can be detrimental to the IS, we need to be keenly aware of what alternatives exist which can effectively aid us in recovering, healing and preventing illness from occurring and reoccurring. One such product receiving international recognition for its effectiveness and its proven safety is a product I endorse as an affiliate: OxySilver*.

A unique innovation based on Nasa research on how to best support the health of astronauts in space, OxySilver* combines the advances of sound technology and special light properties with a trace amount of silver (silver hydrosols, which are broad-spectrum anti-microbials proven to really work!!) It is then combined with oxygen to create a mineral power-water capable of working true wonders! This 'easy to swallow' mineral water is taken internally to address all health concerns with rather remarkable results, offering a safe, organic alternative to synthetic antibiotics, immunizations and other invasive, potentially dangerous conventional therapies.

To find out more about this truly AWESOME nutritional supplement which by far exceeds the common results of most alternative supplements endorsed to vitalize health, please visit the site below. You can easily place online orders there too. Give yourself and your family the gift of radiant natural health, and restore your birth-rite to be in your full HEALTH and to live the simple joy of a body healed of all debilitating pathogens-NOW!

http://www.oxysilver.com/533

Here's to our health and wellness!!!

*Please note that OxySilver is a TM name owned by Healthy World Distributing, LLC under the direction of Dr. Leonard G. Horowitz and is not a "drug".

Thursday, October 16, 2008

Rainbow Warriors

Crane

In a traditional Anishnabe sweat lodge in Thunder Bay, under the guidance of a strong, grounded and resonantly silent Ojibway Medicine Man, I was gifted with my Ojibway name:

Looking Crane Woman.

I didn't particularly resonate with the deeper meaning of this at the time, as I was only 21 years old and freshly walking along the path of the Red Road. It was certainly a meaningful, curious and exciting aspect of my spiritual awakening, to be given a 'new animal name' as a mark of my solidarity with the Ojibway Peoples. I figured the personal reference to the Crane was indeed a literal gift: I simply looked like a Crane with my long, slender limbs and particularly unique manner of dancing with my fluid arms feather-like in the wind.


Some years later, I discovered that my patrilineal heritage traces back to a distinct Nordic clan in Scotland known as the 'Tranny' clan, Tranny being Norse for 'Crane'. This stirred something deep in me, something ancient and ancestral and I realised that this powerful migratory bird had flown generations through time just to be with Me...........

That's when I decided to explore the essence of Crane more intimately.


I further discovered some rich Celtic lore associated with the Crane (my biological roots are primarily Celtic). I learned that Cranes, or 'Moon Birds' were known to be the keeper of literary secrets and possessed a hidden, symbolic language aptly empowered to communicate with the Gods. Cranes were seekers of the deeper mysteries and truths. They were thought by the Celts to be messengers of the Gods because they represent higher states of consciousness and divine communion. As tireless migratory birds, they are known to fly further than any other bird, thereby representing perseverance, abominable strength and disciplined purpose. It is said that the intelligence and the discipline of the Crane gave it the true knowledge of the Self.

The Crane was also a bird of the Sea-God,
Lir. (Oh, there's that watery Pisces thing again......) Truly an animal ally to be inspired by!

In Ojibwa Culture, the White Crane Clans were the hereditary chiefs known for their clear and loud voices, making Cranes strong speakers and inspired leaders. The Ojibwa symbols for Crane include the East, Sunrise, Yellow, Beginnings, Innocence, Spontaneity and Joy. Crane Clan members were acknowledged orators of the tribe known as Bus-in-as-see, or 'Echo-Maker', acting as interpreters for the wishes of the people. Apparently Cranes are able to claim, with an apparent justice, the chieftainships over the other clans of the Ojibwa.

I am ever awed, humbled and intrigued by the potency of my spiritual-animal alliance and how Crane guides the higher evolution of my Soul with these noble attributes and power traits. I am most proud to walk, to fly, to migrate from life experience to life experience, however exhaustive the inner migration, with Crane. I feel an inextricable sense of oneness with my Crane-Self as it continues to fly me home on magestic wings to the rising sun within, this home of secret songs of the Self, echoing moon-drenched poems of God to the People of the Wind, to the People of my Life, to the Ancestors who flew with Crane before me and to those who will fly with Crane tomorrow.

May All Blessings Be True and may you be inspired to know the animal gift in Y-O-U too!
Looking Crane Woman

Sunday, October 12, 2008

Columbus Day is NOT a Celebration Holiday


Please consider today a ripe opportunity to send forth sincere heart-felt prayers, our loving thoughts and our blessings to all the Tribes of Turtle Island. A day to offer up our humble hands in gratitude of our First Nations brothers and sisters of this land we too call home. Unless you are of First Nations blood, we, as ‘imports’ are all essentially colonialists living on claimed First Nations territory. This deserves our utmost respect, gratitude as well as our genuine reconciliatory efforts. We need to open to and hear the uncomfortable truth about the historic experiences of the First Peoples on their terms.

We have an immediate and necessary personal-cultural responsibility toward ensuring equal human rights dignity and fair opportunity for the First Peoples and their traditional lands, ways and culture. Together we need to see a peaceful end to the aggressive racism, genocide and oppression of their Traditional Ways, the Way of the Peoples of Kanata, this “Village”.

The Original Peoples have endured displacement for generations in many violent and forced ways, including residential schools and abominable living conditions on relegated Reservations. It is the incredible strength, endurance and Spirit of the Original Peoples I feel we need to be honouring and celebrating on this day and beyond. Please contemplate taking a moment in your day to meditate on the compassionate redemption of the pain in our shared history since the presumptuous arrival of Christopher Columbus.

Please consider watching this youtube excerpt from the movie 'Canary Effect'-it is relevant!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2wm0EvTk8o4

Iroquois thanksgiving prayer:
www.NativeVillage.org/Inspiration-/iroquois_thanksgiving_address.htm

Thursday, October 9, 2008

"Prince" Sylvian of Neptune

Subjective experience, continually seeping.
Into and from our engaged senses,
Activating our emotional responses.
Conscious-unconscious memories shaped by visceral impressions,
Swirling through our stimulated limbic systems.
A veritable concoction of bio-chemicals.
Triggering similar responses to future stimuli.

And we think we can be subjective????? Ha!

Try as I may to remain fairly neutral in my astrological character assessments, I am inevitably confronted time and time again with my own limited biases, my personal favourite "astro-pets" if you will, my own prejudices, my epic mythological stories and flowery fictions and heroic archetypes etched from the her-story books my own experience.

Romantically, all zodiacal signs have, to some degree, a pre-rehearsed narrative according to the resonant law of attraction and the configuration of planets interacting together as they do. Those water-bearing Aquarians compel me with a kindred warmth and a fundamental sense of sharing a mutual alignment together while epitomizing the essence of a humanitarian soul-brother, Scorpio's are at first rather alluring in a suspect kind of way until their secret power dynamics ultimately repel me, Aries ignite feisty passions in me which arouse the kinkier side of my sexual nature and make me feel like growling into their armpit, while Taurus' tend to be people I want to firmly press my muscles into under tall standing cedar trees.

Gemini men rarely attract me beyond a cerberally fast moving and fairly spectacular display of wit and intellect while Virgo men can be at first quite physically attractive to me until they ask me what I do for a living. Leo men are very passionate and endearing, rather inspiring in their valiant charisma but they ultimate exhaust me in their infantile need for constant attention. Libra men are almost always dangerously irresistible to me and my ready heart strings (that they play like a bard on a Celtic harp) with their sophisticated and exquisite charms, their social graces and their radiant beauty under which I am hypnotically enchanted-a kind of magnetic spell which is inevitably my undoing.

And then there was lovely, delicious and benevolent Pisces. Long ago I discovered that my exalted man-king is a mature Pisces in nature-creative, sensitive, poetic, languid, musical, dreamy, soothing, healing and sensuous. The waters of my psychic soul are composed of true Neptunian sonnets and no being has ever touched my depths in quite as beautiful a way as Pisces. Ancient, timeless, Sea-God-like and wondrously ecstatic. Bless the PISCES who has embraced their divine mastery!

Come with me to the enchanting realms of Sea Prince David Sylvian, the oh soOOoooooo yuUUUUuuuummy Pisces musician-composer-singer extraordinaire: mmmmMmmmmmmmMmmmmmm........................





Friday, September 26, 2008

B l e s s i n g O u r A n c e s t o r s

You walk the path of vein, gently upon my ancient blood.

May it lead you to where all pregnant dreamings converge

to await the secrets of Time..

Awaken in our heart’s quiet,

and guide our journey on

May we honour you,

Grandmothers and Grandfathers of Ago

As we shed the skins of history,

And together heal our yesterday

live our fullest potential today

so that we may too keep you alive.

With hearing hearts we awaken Voice,

with eyes of truth we awaken Vision

Of our ancestors

Of our ancestors

Of our ancestors

With HeartMindBodySpirit

WE ARE YOUR LIVING MEMORY

And we do not forget, this Season Of Darkness

All of who we are.

Blessings be, onto you, onto we.

Blessed Be.

Mmmmmmmmmmm........Cauldron Soup

Our solar days are getting shorter and noticeably cooler now and the autumn leaves are morphing into delicious hues of earthly transformation and release. I am newly awakened to this annual, seasonal call of the Cauldron, this sacred time when the inner and outer landscape becomes a stark, skeletal and naked reflection of All That Is. A time when the Underworld's realms and portals blossom inward into tangible poetry which dances on the lucid precipice of our daydreams and night visions. A time when that which endures and sustains reveals a crystalline truth to our deeper listening hearts and souls, humming in the quietude of this darker season, humming an ancient familiar tune, barely audible above a whispered north-wind. I soOooooooooo love the sacred Dark, Her rich, dank, fertile and cavernous purgatory of the soul. I don't fear it's realms of mystery and obscurity as some do, don't resist it's magnetic pull on my bones toward uncharted Plutonian journeys, it's pulsing spiral into subconscious gaps which hungrily await the release of denied expressions within. Instead, I welcome it, crave it like a true friend, and revel in its compelling gravity, the textures and uninhibited sensations of change. For I know, as the Earth knows, I too shall be reborn in her anew. And so, I conjure my spicy cacophony of alchemical ingredients, often rare and taboo substances from my hidden internal worlds, worlds glinting secret reflections off ancestral mirrors back into me, again and again. And I stir, a thick and briny broth, stirring this shadowy cauldron of the Self as the sun wanes within and without. And I winter, laying bare the fallow grounds of my psyche like snows at midnight, like a black expanse of Time's longest hour.

Tuesday, September 9, 2008