inwardspiraling

-:¦:- Bloomshakti -:¦:-

2010-03-15T21:52:00.000-07:00

Along with Spring's unfurling bloom-i-ness, I'm (finally) stepping out of my 8th house medicine cabinet, to risk embodying my full woman-power, my essence, my soul-mission. With fervent passion and drive, a new life-path has revealed itself to me. Having always run parallel to my life's work in uncanny, synchronistic ways, I've danced in and out of it's primordial rhythms in ways which has kept this rising mentor-teacher in me peripheral and secondary.

Yes, my latest cosmic-calling has admittedly made me a little nervous, with it's arterial flow of heightened purpose, it's profound taboos and pandora's boxes, it's cauldron stirring potions making shadow-puppets with gnarly teeth on my inner walls. The sheer magnitude of it's vitality and spirited expression is both awe-inspiring and daunting. Feel the fear and do it anyway.

What will my mom think?

And you know what? I'm almost forty, dammit. I know what I think about it for mySELF, and even though I stumble, I stagger, I waver about it all, I know that the medicine I carry is meant to be shared and dared.

A gift is not a gift until you give it away.

So, for the not-so-faint of heart, and if you've been wondering where I've been all this time and what the heck I've been up to.........well, I've been Remembering the Temple.

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BLOOMSHAKTI

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((¸¸.·´ ..·´ {{ Amaya }} -:¦:-
-:¦:- ((¸¸.·´*be bloominous, live juicy*

When exactly did we forget that we're monkeys?

2010-01-13T10:04:00.000-08:00

"It is our responsibilities, not ourselves, that we should take seriously". ~Peter Ustinov~

More mind-morphing media for your metamorphosis!!

2010-01-08T12:04:00.000-08:00

'Thunderbolt of the Gods' is an intelligent and fascinating film which completely redesigns our outmoded definitions of the Universe. Through the scientifically sound exploration of the 'Electric Universe Theory' and the 'Plasma Theory', we are presented with some astounding new concepts. It is definitely a radical and profound shift from pre-existing paradigms.....be ready for a few spastic brain cramps along with some fantastic 'ah-ha!' moments of spiraling God consciousness.

To watch this film, click the following click:

*I LOVE PLASMA*

Biggest Crop Circle to Date

2010-01-01T18:31:00.000-08:00

~Butterfly Human ~

August 7, 2009

Netherlands (South Holland)

A New Song for the New Humans

2010-01-01T18:18:00.000-08:00

During this retrograde phase, haze, daze and craze, I feel deeply inspired to give some retrogradal praise and gratitude to all the inspiring, visionary musicians who, through the gift of their bountiful imagination and the artistry of their poetic songs, gave wing to the high-spirited wave of big-heartedness being activated on our planet today. As a soul-searching teenager of the 80's there were divinely guided moments of deep inter-connection which came through many a poignant lyric and soaring melodic note, bringing me to heights of inner wisdom, activating emotional cataclysms................unified fields of *we-consciousness* which felt Godly in their Universal Truths.

Looking back to what some feel were the musically uninspired 80's, I find some very bright beings who moved me to become more of who I am today. I am full of immense appreciation and gratitude for them......their big hair, loomy plastic, mesh shirts and all!

I especially wish to acknowledge the heart-full brilliance of Howard Jones, (I still love you!!) who had my 11 year old world-wise soul dancing bliss on the precipice of the inner power I am now understanding with more lucid awareness, some 25 years later! Howie, you are most certainly a First Waver on this galactic journey toward ONENESS! Bless you!

*New Song*

by Howard Jones
Released September 1983

I've been waiting for so long

To come here now and sing this song

Don't be fooled by what you see

Don't be fooled by what you hear

This is a song to all my friends

They take the challenge to their hearts

Challenging preconceived ideas

Saying goodbye to long standing fears

Don't crack up

Bend your brain

See both sides

Throw off your mental chains

I don't wanna be hip and cool

I don't wanna play by the rules

Not under the thumb of the cynical few

Or laden down by the doom crew

No Empty Calories Here: Power-Packed Transmissions, Transitions and Transformational Treats for 2010

2009-12-15T18:24:00.000-08:00

*Heart-Dipped Telepathic Transmissions free of toxic preservatives and additives* thru Lauren C. Gorgo

*Relevant, Wise and Candidly Insightful Morsels of Delectable Truth* with Denise LeFay

*Grounded, Empathic and Fervently First Wave Num-Nums* by Karen Bishop

*Crisp, 10-course astro-meal chock full 'o power*= Barbara Hand Clow

2009-12-04T13:06:00.000-08:00

ORMUS

2009-12-04T10:06:00.001-08:00

“I have a word of secret to tell thee,
a message to whisper unto thee:
It is a contraption that launches words,
a Stone that whispers.
Men its messages will not know;
Earth’s multitudes will not comprehend.”

“Heaven with Earth, it makes converse,
and the seas with the planets.
It is a Stone of Splendor;
To heaven it is yet unknown.
Let’s you and I raise it
within my cavern, on lofty Zaphon.”

~from a Ugarit tablet~

Ormus - Spiritual and Medicinal Gold With Incredible Healing Potential

Mary Magdalene

2009-11-29T18:50:00.000-08:00

Mary of Magdala
Lodestone
O so lustrous
Deep rich vein
of women’s history
I love you

~Jean Becker~

All the Hemispheres

2009-11-29T18:35:00.000-08:00

Leave the familiar for a while.

Let your senses and bodies stretch out

Like a welcomed season

Onto the meadow and shores and hills.

Open up to the Roof.

Make a new watermark on your excitement

And love.

Like a blooming night flower,

Bestow your vital fragrance of happiness

And giving

Upon our intimate assembly.

Change rooms in your mind for a day.

All the hemispheres in existence

Lie beside an equator

In your heart.

Greet Yourself

In your thousand other forms

As you mount the hidden tide and travel

Back home.

All the hemispheres in heaven

Are sitting around a fire

Chatting

While stitching themselves together

Into the Great Circle inside of

You.

~Hafiz~

Glen Velez will take you Open to God Now......

2009-11-08T13:12:00.000-08:00

OHMYGOD!

A Goddess Remembered

2009-11-08T09:35:00.000-08:00

I love David Deida!
Through his brilliant & comprehensive understanding of the function, form and *glow* of masculine-feminine essence, I have come to clarify and integrate deeper stratas of my own core-nature.

Being a feminine woman, I naturally expand my Light, my Radiance and my Love into the depths of masculine consciousness when I am seen, praised and blossomed 'open to God' by unwavering heart-presence. This may happen in many ways, from the mundane to the sublime....

Because my emerging feminine light wasn't consistently exalted and praised by a healthy masculine when I was growing up, I developed a pseudo-masculine shell to guard the vulnerabilities and the wounds of my sensitive, feminine nature. Because my feminine light had been violated in different ways at different times, this shell became rigid - reinforced by embodied archetypes such as *solitary warrior*, *kick-ass feminist*, and *angry, don't-fuck-with-me radical*.

My extraordinarily soulful feminine essence temporarily retreated into deeper realms of light within the Sacred Mysteries of my inner imaginative worlds. Through poetry, dance, theatre, and sensual expression I learned to keep my secret Goddess twirling ecstatically in my private inner Temples. I walked amongst PJ Peeps as a Priestess in disguise, camouflaged by a pseudo-masculine shell, hiding the richness of my feminine loves in well-established defense mechanisms, androgynous aesthetics and pseudo-masculine pursuits with muscular character traits.

My epic high school sweetie, *J*, was the first man to fully blossom me open to God with his unwavering consciousness, his noble and majestic heart, his honour and praise of my feminine gifts. He lovingly penetrated, protected and awakened my feminine light back into a healthy, luminous state. It was *J* who re-empowered my feminine in the most respectful, caring and powerful way. He opened me to receive the masculine safely, lovingly, powerfully.
(Thank you, *J*....I love you eternally.)

Spiritually, I was blossomed open to God by my grade 12 English teacher Mr. Wells, who perceived my vibrant feminine heart in exile and hiding, stuck within layers of the crusty & lifeless religious dogmas that denied me divine power. So, as a Catholic School Board certified teacher, Mr. Wells deliberately and strategically bloomed my multi-petaled feminine light with his masculine consciousness.

He listened, unwaveringly, to my free-form poems which exalted the silvery light of the full moon, which spoke of dancing forms emerging from the branches of the trees, and the haunting whispers in the night wind which spoke my secret names. Mr. Wells lovingly encouraged me to keep writing the streams-of-consciousness which flowed abundantly from my heart, and I did, fervently. I quickly discovered an inner well-spring of potent images and archetypal forces. Hidden feminine treasures, sensations, and dreamy Goddess musings all revealed the core truth of who I REALLY was. It came spiraling out into the unwavering presence of Mr.Wells' sharp and angular masculine attention and guided mentorship.

Toward the end of the final semester, Mr. Wells took direct action in a way which still utterly astounds me to this day. By surprise, he wheeled a VCR into the room and told us we would be watching a documentary film for most of the class. Before he turned out the lights he looked at me and held my gaze for a moment with a power and strength I will always remember.

The film we watched that fateful day was 'The Goddess Remembered', an NFB documentary about the modern Neo-Pagan Movement of North America. Mr. Wells courageously risked a mighty brave act by showing this film in a Catholic high school in the late 80's. He did this to awaken me open to the Goddess, and to spiritually praise my inner feminine radiance in a way that had not occurred for me up until that point in my life. As a Wiccan Elder later shared with me, it is a long-standing ancestral tradition for a Male Priest to initiate a Female Priestess into the Knowledge of the Mysteries, and vice-versa.

Never has a film had such a direct impact on my awakening and my life path. I sat, mesmerized and awed, shuddering with tumultuous tears in the back of the room. I had finally returned Home. This was my Tribe, these were my People and my radiant feminine heart was once again reclaimed by the Old Gods...glowing and radiant. Finally, after a lonely walk along alienating religious paths, I was remembered and truly seen.

When the film was over, Mr. Wells turned on the light, and again, met my eyes. They were puffy, mascara-smeared and full of timeless, ancient tears. And once again, Mr. Wells risked something radical by giving us a unique creative writing assignment. He asked us to write a short fictional story on Paganism using the film we had just watched as reference and he further recommended resources such as The White Goddess by Robert Graves.

This writing assignment was a 360* paradigm shift for me. It forever altered the state of my Beingness. It was then that I began to access deeper Ancestral Memory. Perhaps it was even past-life recall, for the names, the places, the images and the story emerged with such great awareness and explicitness, I felt I was walking 'between the worlds'. I was a conduit for the story I was writing which I called 'My Soul Dances On'.

I began having lucid dreams at this time. In one dream I encountered an Old Welsh God named Bran the Blessed whose fiery masculine gaze penetrated my bones and lay bare everything I thought myself to be. I discovered Ogham and learned about the shamanic power of entheogens. I typed feverishly until the wee hours of the morning until a most magical story, three times the length of the original assignment, catalyzed and crystallized into the poetic words I birthed from the very breath of my soul.

Mr. Wells awoke the Sacred Feminine in me, and he knew it. Only weeks before the end of the year he and I stood together in the hall, his hands returning my completed story, his powerful gaze penetrating me with gratitude, respect and honour. With a slight tremble in his voice he spoke of how he had read and re-read my story many times over with great attention and appreciation. He openly praised me as his sensitive eyes glistened. Apparently no other student had approached writing about Paganism with any real depth of understanding. The breath of vision I had written with had moved him, moved us both! to truly see my inner magnificence. When I finally looked away from his eyes, I saw he had given me a 98% final mark. (2% had been deducted due to lateness.)

At this powerful spiritual crossroads I did not yet know that I would only months later find myself standing with arms outstretched to the wind at Stonehenge, remembering, opening, being activated by timeless portals. Wearing my vintage black velvet opera cloak, long hair wild in the open wind and weathered sarsen stones holding my back, my mother took a picture of me. Looking through the lens at her freshly awakened daughter, my mother said: "You look..... ancient."

Smiling, eyes aglow with sparkling and realized love, I silently responded, 'Yes I am ancient, mum. I am a Goddess Remembered...............'

And I have since vowed never to forget.

2009-10-30T09:49:00.000-07:00

May the Great Dream of our Ancestors

Inspire Heartful Action
Guiding us ever onward
as the Living Embodiment of their Eternal Light
~Amaya O'Duir~

10/22/09

2009-10-23T22:00:00.000-07:00

The day the sun moved into Scorpio, I partially witnessed a terrible accident. An SUV struck a man on a scooter in the middle of an intersection. After hearing a most dreadful sound I turned around to see the man splayed in front of the wheels of the car, face down on the concrete, unmoving.

I don't know if he is alive or dead, comatose or recovering. I may never know. It was a bad impact, and I was deeply traumatized and shocked by it all.

All I knew to do was stand on the sidewalk with my arms extended, beaming Reiki, praying aloud. When I reluctantly decided to leave and return home, I trembled with shock and frozen tears.

The poem below I wrote in honour of this tragic happening which deeply moved me, and has forever changed me. I am going to create a shrine near the scene of the accident and will include this poem.

these are simple words
human words
compassion words
words humble
and so careful not to disappear as tears

these words i shape for you
are what i have to give
and i give them to you freely
the brother i never knew

it was here i heard that dreadful sound
saw you crudely spilled on concrete
face-down, unmoving
in the middle of this road

yes you could have been my lover
could have been my friend
a cousin or even my son
you could have been my father
or my uncle too

nameless brother without face
into the circle of your tragedy
my heart cracked open wide
wider into the circle of this life
i gift these words to you

the sacred act of witness
is a precious and vulnerable thing
so fragile so blessed is this human life
such a gift
to have these words
this moment
this heart

I am you, and you are me and together we are three

2009-10-10T17:26:00.000-07:00

sOuL mAtEs

Phew! It's a mighty catch phrase which holds a great deal of electrical charge and expectancy, a phrase which rivets and wrenches any mundane and over-domesticated heart into romantic contortions, standing what's bland and randy completely on it's head. Sometimes the very notion of a 'soul mate' is altogether dismissed as an embroidered modicum of wishful-thinking, or existentially downplayed as mere yearning best fulfilled as spiritual or religious practice.

But how can we so easily disembody and deny an ancient human desire to manifest the emanation of our heart's love in a significant other? And further deny our desire to express this affection toward a mate through our devotional senses? Yes, perhaps a longing for a soul mate is indeed a yearning to be ignited by God's Fire.......Perhaps we SHOULD first seek our alignment with Source before we search the planet far and wide for our human Beloved, our 'mavourneen daelish'.

However, we are clearly here to RELATE together, to learn valuable, intimate lessons through our diverse interconnections, to evolve our consciousness through our relationships with others. This may suggest that as we evolve, we set the inner and outer stages for more powerful alliances, and we become increasingly magnetic to the kind of relationships which magnify our Soul. And if you believe, as I do, that our Souls reincarnate throughout time, space and dimension then it is likely that we will eventually encounter more than a few folks who just 'know' and 'remember' us in our current incarnation.

Perhaps it is my potent astrological blend of Sun conjunct Venus in the 8th, with Scorpio Rising, and a birthday which falls on the Summer Solstice, because I have been blessed to have met, mated, mixed and mingled with folks I consider nothing less than Mates of My Soul. And yet every time it happens, (usually quite unexpectedly) it is so damn EPIC, fantastic, powerful, earthshaking and transformational that interactions on the mundane, daily-grind-level feel cumbersome and weighty in comparison.

Presently, I'm smack-dab in the middle of channel 99, Soul-Mate Drama. Yes folks, drama! Soooooo, YOU think soul mates just magically effervesce into our lives from celestial realms singing angelic arias in impossible octave ranges, bearing the equivalent of frankincense and myrrh after having followed your personal star back to you for eons? Think again! Your soul mate will wrench you......mirroring back to you every disowned fear, every misaligned fragment of yourself you left out in the dark, every forgotten dream, every discordant note of you that needs to come back to God/dess.......while triggering you to remember this and that which needs to be karmically resolved, and of course, all while loving you deeply, fully and magically.

You can't HIDE from a soul-mate, it's futile to even try. You'll have long, engaging conversations on the telep-o-phone, and you'll feel they're walking beside you, sometimes within you, when in linear reality they are geographical miles away. Time will dissolve. You will feel yourself more lucid and alive as though you're getting a cosmic vitamin-rush from deep space, all those trace vitamins and minerals your life has lacked for far too long. Soul-mates give you a wicked contact-high of upper frequencies because together you vibrate more Light.

You might at times feel as if you're going to super nova together when your circuitry gets so overloaded with refined electrical frequency that you start to see strobe lights pulsing in your third eye. Yet soul-mates also challenge your status quo, your prejudices, your self-limitations and anything else you've stubbornly embedded inside yourself to keep you reciting the monotone narrative you call your life. (which your soul mate may call your habit, your comfort zone, your personal hide-away grove)

Soul mates always open new doors of perception to you, forge in you new pathways. They kick your freakin' ass into gear while sending you into elated ecstasies. They sober you up with karmic buzz-kills when needed. I actually don't necessarily recommend that you make it your art to hunt your soul mate unless you've done enough inner homework to prepare for potential catharsis. Unless you are more than ready to take responsibility to align your life to it's Mission and it's Purpose. Because soul mates ALWAYS bring you a mission and a purpose for mutual growth, and the searing Truths that soul-mates activate in you might radically juxtapose your quaint version of reality.

And there isn't just one out there who can do all this, ya know. There might be 4 or 5 (your soul group) Sometimes less, sometimes more..........We tend to romantically idealize the ONE, and surely we are blessed if we encounter that ONE. Yet there are potentially many. We are linked together in a cosmic weave of synchronicity which is sometimes pretty freaky, man.

You'll definitely know exactly what I'm talking about if you've ever been on the adventurous, white-knuckle, roller-coaster ride of soul-mate-dom. If you are prepared to do the homework, or the 'om'work which is required of you in such an association, a Soul Mate relationship can ignite wondrous blisses and ecstasies beyond imagining. A soul-mate is your closer-to-god ally who is a true cosmic gift from the high-heart of above-LOVE.

When you're ready, a soul mate will come.

2009-09-18T16:09:00.001-07:00

light bright, making things with light, what a sight makin' things with light bright

2009-09-18T14:30:00.000-07:00

Times are a changin', honey, whether we like it or not.!Very soO o o O on we may come to realize that the time-space orientation of our bio-bodies is not just a 3-D landing pad for "mind" but is rather a multi-dimensional conduit for cosmic expression (always has been). Oh yesyes, we are quite attached to our reasoning faculties, to our 'gimme the proof, you poof' emphasis on the empirical evidence and the left-brain-heavy structures which define our man-made linear glories. However, if the real purpose of 'science' is to acknowledge and reveal the existence of a pattern or phenomenon which can't be observed directly, then we really don't need a dry and heartless approach to show us the things our eyes can't see. Follow the Heart!

We gotta get down and FEEL it folks, and I mean REALLY feel it deeply. We got some serious collective numb-bum going on with all this sitting in front of televisions and computers, in cars, at office desks. The distorted twists-of-tale (or tail??) that we call our media continually bombard our psyches with over-stimulating sensory input which further desensitizes us. Add on to that chronic sleep deprivation (from overworking in order to make modern ends meet......the stress of the mortgage, the credit interest, the car payments, the insurance bills...etc.) , malnutrition (from the consumption of over-processed, chemically induced, GMO'ed, de-natured junk foods) and dehydration (from over consumption of caffeine-based products which drug us into a false sense of liquid power, as well as refined sugars and the lack of healthy drinking water because our corporate elite has bought and sold our clean rivers for bottled export) and then suddenly, you have a very muddled and very confused human mess in serious need of rehabilitation.

Just try and run some vital energy directly from Source into THAT discombobulation of parts, and you hardly know how to distinguish fact from fiction.

The TRUTH volume has been cranked up in a serious way these days! We need to get aligned with our hearts N-O-W (actually, the deadline was quite a number of yesterday's ago but..... better late than never) unless we really do want to continue being a clan of walking zombies remotely controlled by corporate agendas.

Has your life changed dramatically in the last year? New relationships, new jobs, serious health issues, or major life passages? GOOD! This means you're aligning with Spirit as expressed through Heart, which is precisely the "scientific' observation we need to be making at present. I hypothesize that if we're not living our lives authentically and truthfully we'll be taken out of the *light-bright* game somehow as a 'wake up call'. We might lose our jobs, or our finances will dry up, or our girlfriend will leave us for another woman. This is like a serious spinal adjustment from the cosmic-chiro, everyone. If you snooze it-you loose it, so love it or leave it.

And the light bright game is super fun to play: brighten up the light of your heart's truth and follow it's lead to your highest destiny.

It sure looks pretty in the dark too..........

Freedom and Justice For All

2009-09-07T11:53:00.000-07:00

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REPUBLIC OF KANATA

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my heart beats rhythms into vowels and consonants

2009-09-01T19:19:00.000-07:00

There's something potent about grief that strips you naked to the core, lays bare-the-bone everything you have previously defined as your personality, your self-identity and your attachment to Self. Grief is like a little death, depending on the magnitude of your loss, because of it's capacity to radically transform your perceived reality almost instantaneously.

And yet, there is also a certain sweetness in the marrow which urges you to find rebirth through your vital channels and discover creative expression in the unpretentious realms of your sadness, longing and disappointment. After all, grief desires to be heard, to be held, and to be understood.

Perhaps this is where an embedded consolation rests; in the undulating flow of ancient tears shed by the ancestors who link us through time with a very real, and a very human, shared emotional resonance. Maybe it's the Celtic ancestral blood in me, but the bitter-sweetness of my heart's lament inevitably morphs into an archetypal force seeking song or poetry or an elemental connection to powers of change far greater than lil' ol me and my heartache.

Sure, I could use EFT, take flower essences, do some EssentialEnergyBalancingReikiQuantumsomething-or-other, or stand on my head for long enough to have a paradigm shift just to transform it all but sometimes I rather like to revel in my ability to feel so deeeeeeeeeeeeeply. Okay, maybe I'm addicted to the endorphins but sometimes I just let it be. I let it course through me in torrential downpours so I can touch vulnerability as the natural polarity to my questing invincibility. There's something illicitly delicious about an impossible longing for an unattainable desire. It's what has historically spurred on the artistic brilliance of romantic poets, and dreamy painters, after all.

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I have long wondered if this unrequited longing is but a fibre of the essential longing for Divine Union with God/dess All That Is. And having been diluted into a less potent elixir called human relating, it invariably tires in over-domesticity, bringing stale disappointments while roaming the inner realms in search of the 'Kingdom of Heaven', the sacred lands of our Creator.

Our vertical connection with Source is indeed much different than our horizontal relations on the earth plane. Perhaps a marriage of the two, the ultimate union of Divine Spirit and Will, can exalt our relationships beyond their habitual, sometimes pedestrian entanglements of fear. To elevate our connections beyond the limitations of our love.

Traditional Healer Sobonfu Some spoke once of the Spirit present in each relationship, and the importance of directly acknowledging this Spirit as having been the original guiding element bringing two people together. In her Dagara tradition, this Spirit is actively "fed" through ceremony, prayer and sacred offerings as an honest plea to keep the relationship strong. Everyone you love has been brought to you by a Spirit who plays a vital role in the health and maintenance of your relationship. Everyone who loves you has come to you directly from God.

In the Living World, one plus one equals three, and the 'third' presence between two people is this Spirit, this higher link with our Creator. When we find our relationships becoming unhealthy in any way, the Spirit of Our Relationship can help us reconnect to the Universe and restore the living light to us. This requires conscious prayer and some simple offerings from the Heart toward Spirit. It can be this beautifully simple to restore the well-being of our relationships and to rediscover the higher purpose of all our relations.

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"I sleep, but my heart waketh: it is the voice of my beloved that knocketh, saying, Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night. "

-excerpt from the Song of Solomon-

Quantum K

2009-08-31T22:14:00.000-07:00

Fantastic Quantum Healing though the Zero-Point Energy Field!

Access the Divine Potential of your own latent healing through this amazing cosmic development of Kinesiologist Andrew Kemp. And the best part is, he is gifting it to anyone and everyone free of charge. If you love it as much as I do, please pass it on!

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For a new spin on the term HOLY COW!

2009-08-28T10:15:00.000-07:00

A big dose of cosmic yumminess!

Crop Circle Formations of 2009:

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Divas of the Divine

2009-08-28T08:42:00.000-07:00

Some of the most profound people I have ever encountered are the most quiet, unassuming, modest and humble folks imaginable. You can often feel their vibrant profundity like a 'contact-hit' of power ricocheting into your own being. For these kinds of evolved souls, there is nothing to "prove" in the outer world. The inner realms are already the archetypal conquests for this kind of spiritual-warrior and the mark and measure of their achievements are the very reverberations their soul casts out in alignment with Source (leaving all else to follow in that wake). The resulting expression which emerges from such a place of attunement may be artistic, musical, poetic or prayerful, yet it is rarely ego-driven or in search of any kind of 'bigness' or 'profit'.

It is unfortunate that many people in the western world have been conditioned out of their true expression to engage in a over-masculinized display of task, action and accomplishment based on tangible results and/ or material acquisition. This sadly dilutes any transpersonal and altruistic manifestations of our very humanness. When the quest for personal power is inextricably connected to external measures of gain, recognition, and the living legacies measurable on the 'outside', the innate potential for the sustaining of a universal truth-in-form becomes reduced to a fleeting 3-D apparition which will eventually fade in relevance.

I happen to know alot of people who are walking resumes of themselves. Constantly 'blowing their own horn' and dwelling in historical accomplishments which may not even be relevant to who they have become over the morphing course of time. These peoples often feel the need for constant validation through external achievement and tend to gravitate toward the people who will effectively amplify the proportions of their own personal aura of power.

I personally find this modern-day hunt approach to inter-relating tiresome, imbalanced and rather self-indulgent. I tend to drift out to the intuitive perimeters, or the fringe zones, to wait for the divine synchronicities to effectively align my core-connections. Based on the attraction of similars, I can explore being 'well-met' in my relationships with heart-minded others. The resulting collaboration is therefore greater than the sum total of it's individual parts.

Yes, sometimes this is a lonely path to take. I don't much mind though. I know that everyone is coming into their own balance of the inner polarities in their own time, in their own way, and I cherish the resonance I have with those who vibrate my soul as they do.

When we are authentic, when WE ARE WHO WE ARE without pretense, we naturally magnetize what is needed to further balance our realities toward divine expression. Yes, I do believe we are here to be Divas of the Divine!

So, what do Divas of the Divine Do?

DIVINE DIVAS:

*unabashedly express their creative authenticity even in the face of adversity*

*learn to walk away gracefully, to say NO! and take a detour when overlooked, degraded, diminished or unappreciated*

*feel comfortable being a non-conformist and openly take risks in the name of L O V E*

*dissolve attachments to personal history by embracing the infinite creative potential of the Now & Beyond*

*aren't afraid to say: "that story ain't MINE, honey, it's YOURS!*

*listen to the inner voice of truth who whispers in bodily sensation, dreams, intuitive hunches and unshakable curiosities*

*neutralise competitive and exclusive behaviour by modelling co-operation, compassion and inclusivity*

*freely express gratitude for self and others*

*laugh openly*

*follow their own blisses and kisses*

*aren't afraid to radically change the course of their lives for the sake of deeper fulfillment*

*know that Spirit walks with them, through them and beyond them*

*regularly purify the body-temple through detoxification, fasting, meditation, exercise and prayer*

*engage in subtle communications with sentient life-forms*

*forgive self and others*

*trust in the perfection of everything*

*consider the 7 generation impact of their actions on the cellular memory of their future ancestry*

*respect and honour the natural laws of harmony by walking gently with the earth and Her life forms*

*cease to make comparative observations of self or others and learn to openly accept WHAT IS as a bountiful expression of diversity*

*celebrate the joyful pleasures of the senses as a form of ecstatic prayer*

*collaborate with others on openly negotiable, equal terms which further benefit the greater good*

*spend more time thinking about what they DO want than what they DON'T*

*invite the zero-point energy field to actively participate in their highest evolutionary path of service to humanity and the planet*

*believe that anything is possible*

*learn to affect change from the abundant love in their hearts*

*openly express affection and appreciation for others*

*surrender the need to "prove" .....and instead groOooOOOove to life's wondrous rhythms!*

DANCE ON, DEAR DIVAS!

Sprouting Me: Pass the Happy, please!

2009-08-08T19:25:00.000-07:00

During these last moons, while my blog has regrettably lain dormant in the sleepy recesses of my daily preponderances and scorpionic cataclysms, I have (yet again!) been catapulted into an unprecedented personal metamorphosis. Having finally recapitulated myself from some mighty rigorous underworld turbulence during my Pluto Square Pluto which included yet another radical residence change, the sudden dissolution of a few meaningful, yet unhealthy relationships which no longer aligned with me and further resulted in complex social politics, character assassination, and slanderous gossip, I am back in my 'Holy Flow'. Ready, eager and lucid.

THIS time, I am navigating from the inside out, rather than from the outside in. Hence the long, drawn-out silences. Hence the 'dreamtime' manner with which I trust what is unfolding in my day-to-day is perfect for me NOW. And from this graceful opening springs a curious, freshly inspired groovy-grove within me, where a vibrant seed of regeneration has sprouted:
THE LIVE FOODS PATH.

I have been vegetarian for over 15 years. Some of those years were vehemently vegan with occasions of seasonal wild salmon-eating, while ever leaning towards a fuller embodiment of the wise oracle:
Y O U A R E W H A T Y O U E A T.

I've seen this adage manifest in and on my body again and again. Too much mozzarella cheese brings me extra middle-age 'love handle' pounds, too much refined chocolate products, reoccurring spots on the face. Stimulants like Yerba Mate dehydrate me while wheat products seem to create midnight episodes of acid-reflux.

I'd certainly heard of fruitarians, breatharians, and raw foodists before but always seemed to consciously divert any meandering attention away from these more extremist life-style choices, justifying my detour back into my standardized veggie diet as a certain myopic aversion to clique-y and cultish radicalism coupled with a repulsion toward eating 'dogmas on a plate'. I was happy with smoked tofu, kamut noodles, soy cheese and nutritional yeast.

Then I ate a sprouted peanut.

Seriously!
A SPROUTED PEANUT while on Salt Spring Island and something radical happened, though a subtle, gentle and slow revolution. Now, have YOU ever eaten a fresh, sprouted peanut? Man, it was amazing!

Suddenly the synchronicities abounded, one after another, all while exploring the exquisite natural world of the Pacific Gulf Islands...swimming in small lakes, touching purple starfish bellies, watching a sky full of twinkling stars, flickering dragonflies, hummingbirds humming and orca whales curling up upon the ocean's placid surface. At R.'s yurt, I read about a magical recluse in the remote Siberian taiga who sends her 'ray' out into the world for healing, I learned about ormus and how to 'activate a seed' with the saliva before planting it in your garden.

One thing lead to another and for weeks it has been divinely interwoven. By way of the gentle deer munching on their morning grasses a mere arms length from my awed gaze, by way of the waxing and waning moon, and solar eclipse, by way of my mercurial brother R. and the wonders of Google, I have discovered that the peanut seed has planted a lush garden in my belly.

So, here I am: A 100% RAW FOODIE! (Yes, that means I'm not eating anything "cooked")
WOWeeeeeee! Do I ever feeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeel goooooooooooooooooood!

Brian Clement:
"In raw, vegan, living food – uncooked food – you have hormones from the plant and those hormones literally help to activate and increase endorphins, dopamines, and seratonin, which, in great part, are made in the stomach. They’re all happy juices and they allow you to have more elation and less “glass half empty.” And this is what we’re all trying to do because happy people do nice things for themselves and everyone else."
-excerpt from Common Ground Magazine Aug. '09

And I'm all about getting my happy on, and KEEPING it on!
Naturally.
:)

Receive and Transmit

2009-07-07T16:36:00.000-07:00

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-

murky-murkury mucks with me AGAIN!

2009-06-04T14:15:00.000-07:00

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.

Dolphins Love You When You Go Green

2009-05-02T19:32:00.000-07:00

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

blogging in my head instead

2009-04-21T21:24:00.000-07:00

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/

2009-03-31T20:54:00.000-07:00

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-

2009-03-20T16:42:00.000-07:00

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-

Happy Spring Equinox!

2009-03-19T22:49:00.000-07:00

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 !

Echoing the Echoes of Sisterhood: Moving Toward Healing and Solidarity

2009-03-10T18:45:00.000-07:00

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."

sorry to break your cinnamon heart

2009-02-09T09:36:00.000-08:00

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 14th 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.

The Quality of Light

2009-02-02T08:48:00.000-08:00

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-

Happy I M B O L C

2009-02-01T16:33:00.000-08:00

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

disillusionment and all those names with vowels you orally fixate on

2009-01-14T09:19:00.001-08:00

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.

'Invocation': the Incredible String Band

2008-12-20T10:42:00.000-08:00

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

2008-12-19T22:14:00.000-08:00

Winter Self-Care

2008-12-09T15:28:00.000-08:00

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

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

2008-12-07T22:01:00.000-08:00

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.

Free Your Emotions (and the rest will follow)

2008-12-01T19:00:00.000-08:00

"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."

Excerpt from 'A Letter to Carl Jung'
-Arnold Mindell-

2008-11-26T09:56:00.000-08:00

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

2008-11-26T09:26:00.000-08:00

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-

Talking Heads

2008-11-24T10:52:00.000-08:00

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.

Zap-Happy!

2008-11-17T18:29:00.000-08:00

*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.
Parasite & Pathogen Destroying Orgone Zapper

The Solfeggio Scale and Its Effect On Water

2008-11-03T19:17:00.000-08:00

LOVE vibes-out to 528 hertz

2008-11-03T11:36:00.000-08:00

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!

2008-10-18T11:32:00.000-07:00

True Health-NOW!

2008-10-17T13:22:00.000-07:00

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!

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Here's to our health and wellness!!!

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Rainbow Warriors

2008-10-16T21:14:00.001-07:00

Crane

2008-10-16T19:41:00.000-07:00

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

Columbus Day is NOT a Celebration Holiday

2008-10-12T13:34:00.000-07:00

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.

"Prince" Sylvian of Neptune

2008-10-09T20:55:00.001-07:00

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........................

2008-09-26T17:33:00.000-07:00

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

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

2008-09-26T15:57:00.000-07:00

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.

2008-09-09T15:26:00.000-07:00

2008-09-09T10:58:00.000-07:00

"Once you learn what life is about, there is no way to erase the knowledge. If you try to do something else with your life you will always sense that you are missing something."

James Redfield: excerpt from the 'The Celestine Prophecy

Happy People Dancing on Planet Earth

2008-08-26T18:51:00.000-07:00

video courtesy of youtube, with gratitude.
Enjoy!

2008-08-24T17:29:00.000-07:00

Is Love Really Monogamous by Nature?

2008-08-24T15:24:00.000-07:00

The modern frames within which our human relationships grow and evolve, are ever defined by the pervading social morals and codes of our collective psycho-sexual politics. This is modeled by our personal upbringing, direct life experience, religious and cultural belief systems and even our own archetypal/ mythical hopes and dreams of what healthy intimacy is "supposed" to mean.

Often, instead of calling into question the true authentic feelings we experience within spoon-fed consensus-reality relationship "codes", we may find ourselves conforming our aberrant or radical ideas into more polite, acceptable and conventional modes of relating. One such relationship "institution"of rather immense gravity and weight upon our life-choices for partnership and relating is M-O-N-O-G-A-M-Y.

There is certainly the potential for immense sacredness within monogamy. When it is a healthy model of monogamy, it can provide an encirclement, a safe vessel for containing the potent energies cultivated and intimately exchanged within. Monogamy may also help to establish a deeper mutual trust, build a solid, working foundation, concentrate the focus of subtle-energies between lovers and help to further establish the divine alchemy between masculine and feminine polarities.

However, long-term monogamy can begin to feel oppressive, compromised, stale and lifeless if the relationship doesn't become more permeable in it's shared skin to honestly allow the passing through of energies from the outside in and from the inside out. This may include outside attraction and desires, new hobbies and interests, or simply the active cultivation of intimate friendships, liberated dreams and inspired ambitions.

Monogamy may become dangerous when it houses too many ghosts such as one's fear of abandonment, and need to possess, and all those night-prowling insecurities, jealousies and mistrusts we unwittingly imagine and project onto each other. When we fear loss to such a debilitating extent, we may become unconsciously manipulative and then ensnarl our mate to increasingly demanding levels of commitment such as shared domesticity, co-parenting and exhaustive business partnerships. Or we may emotionally deplete our relationship of it's juicy vitality and resourcefulness. This can build an immense pressure cooker within a relationship and trigger it to become rather destructive after a time if repressed energies are not given space to vent, to creatively express in healthier ways.

No ONE person can be someone's 'all or nothing'. This is TOTALLY unrealistic and exhausting. Culturally, we tend to epitomize romantic love, glorify it, blow it out of proportion in impossible ways hoping it will play out in epic fairy-tale narratives in our lives, forever and ever, amen. Sometimes it does play out like this for a time, until hard-core human conditions begin to poke at it, weather it, test it's resolve, erode it. The unrealistic expectations we place upon our mates to be exactly what we need of them 24/7 is crazy-making. We can only change ourselves, not our partners, and the person we need to perfect first and foremost is the ME, MYSELF and I inside and out.

Yes, the ultimate responsibility we have in relationship is to OurSelves, though this is no selfish act of megalomania. WE are the only reality we can truly change. The projections of our fears, insecurities and jealousies onto our mate are really ours to own, to process with brute honesty, and to ultimately heal. Holding someone emotionally hostage to our past-pain and hurt is hugely inappropriate, especially when we inadvertently manipulate them with our habitual reactions, dramas, guilt complexes and such. We need to be accountable to our stories, to learn to share our personal tragedies without enslaving our mates as underpaid janitors of our shadow-realms. This requires an empathy and a non-violent communication style based upon compassion and understanding, otherwise we are merely salting each other's wounds and creating an alienating and unbearable separation between us.

We can all learn to directly ask for what we need of our mates so they can feel empowered to choose their own way of giving back to us,(or not) We can then negotiate understandings together in a mutually empowered way. But we must ultimately set ourselves and our partners free. This is the only way to truly align with LOVE.

Freedom can be defined in a myriad of ways and does not necessarily equate to a sexually polyamorous freedom taken to literal extremes of reckless promiscuity and a string of broken hearts trailing behind a notorious Don Juan complex. Freedom is really an inner state of mind/heart being-ness which requires a seasoned and mature responsibility and accountability motivated by Heart. This kind of freedom ALWAYS takes into compassionate account the affect and impact our lifestyle choices have upon others and is as selfless as it is centered upon choices made for and of the Self.

Polyamory is defined as "many loves", which again, does not necessarily mean multiple lovers. Tantrika Robert Allen, of the site 'Rogue Tantra' speaks of polyamory in the follow way:

It seems to me there are as many kinds of love and love relationships as there are people: we love our partner(s), we love our parents, our spiritual advisers, our neighbors, our kids, the extended hearts across the world. We have loving sexual relationships, loving spiritual relationships, loving parental and familial relationships, we have loving circles of friends, even, if we truly want to extend it, with our pets, our plants, our homes, the world. Many Loves extend in many ways--the world and our hearts are multiform.

And within the construct of polyamory there are many diverse communities with as many diverse relationship styles, from sexually open ("swinger"/"lifestyler") to more heart-centered -relationship focused, and all use the same moniker, "Poly."

So there is a great opening here for discussion and increased communication: Define what you are, define who you want to be, define your loving, allow your partner to do the same, and that's co-creation in form. It's the two people (or 3, or 4) in the relationship that define the relationship and you can define "many loves' in any way you wish. Simply make sure you both understand the shared definition. By doing so you can avoid the common pitfalls around jealousy and personal sexual expression (which exists in all relationship styles, whether monogamous or polyamorous, and the vast in-between).

A quick note on sex: there is a lot of exaggerated focus on the relationship of sex and polyamory by non-polyamorous people. Sex is part of love but focusing on sex all the time has as many negative consequences as never focusing on it. Polyamorous folks do not necessarily have more sex than others--having more than one partner might make this pragmatically so but it in no way is a guaranteed road. Sex is part of love relationship, not The Relationship. Our negative societal attitudes about sexuality often obscure polyamory to those outside it.

And so it may be that we can explore our universal polyamorous freedom within a primarily monogamous relationship by empowering that which we genuinely love and desire. By choosing to express our affections for it (or him or her) openly, without shame or guilt, we open up the restrictive barriers which may create feelings of "separateness" in our relationships. This may or may not be expressed as a sexual act or sexual need. Again, this can be mutually or individually determined in an openly transparent way, with the terms of any intimate contract being carefully negotiated between all involved parties, in ways enriching, loving and supportive and most of all INCLUSIVE.

Most ungrounded fears are born out of the shadow of the unknown, so to involve our lovers in our intimate experience of our 'many loves' is important to their sense of belonging and sense of security, which we respect and honour. Feeling "other" or inadequate inevitably breeds contempt. By bringing our lover or heart-ner nearer, closer to our inner stories, whatever they may be, whomever else they may involve, is ultimately worth the telling and the stretching of the parameters of trust.

Weigh the consequences of free-will based Choice together and when needed, alone. Look at the bigger picture and learn to redirect base lust to allow a more open flow of love in all it's myriad form beyond the physical need 'to have and to hold'. Suppression breeds resistance which breeds imbalanced decision-making, lack of clarity which further ferments into forms of rebellion or sabotage. True freedom inspires honesty, integrity and clear, genuine choices.

In actively choosing the freedom to be mates each and every day, we can relax into the love between ourselves and our mate. Instead of being suspicious, fearful, or insecure, love will radiate. illuminate and inspire. If monogamy emerges as a true expression of a shared and lucid intimacy, it will be all that much more real, sustaining and enduring. It will also liberate any socio-political/ religious pressures, elevating love to it's higher intent and purpose which is ultimately to COCREATE AND BE FREE.

Live and let live.

Non-Violent Communication
World Polyamory Association
Tantra!
David Deida on 'Sexuality as Art

Teachings from an Andean Shaman: Chamalu

2008-07-20T23:06:00.000-07:00

"Always be grateful. Embody tenderness at the worst times. Your battlefield is where you find yourself. Your school is life. Your instructors are the problems that arise. Everything is an opportunity to keep growing. Fortify your body. Train yourself to feel comfortable in the most diverse circumstances. Find refuge periodically in the Earth, or in the forests. When energizing yourself, do not be demanding; share through your presence, sing often, dance everywhere. If others think you are crazy, confirm their suspicions; that way they will leave you alone once and for all. Forgive Freely. Share. Happiness multiplies when you share. Love everything you do, enjoy life continuously, take intense pleasure in living. Wanderers are in love with a fulfilled life, and they are faithful to it."
-Luis Espinoza

Fear And Love and DNA

2008-06-23T20:55:00.000-07:00

FEAR AND LOVE AND DNA

“All you need is love. All you need is love. All you need is love, love. Love is all you need, love is all you need.”
-The Beatles-

Even though we enjoy the rich expressions of love and often desire more of it in our lives, we seem to be a culture addicted to fear. We buy fear, sell it, trade it, make scary movies about it, write novels of terror, compose morbid songs and constantly lap up fear in media obsessively chronicling the multiple horrors of our time. Like animals on the prowl, we seek out fear in the hidden corners of our lives, often leaving love on a trophy shelf just for show.

We have hard-wired our adrenal glands to dose us with a concentrated shot of cortisol, adrenaline, and other stress hormones directly into the bloodstream. This fires up a nervous charge of ‘fight-or-flight’ mechanisms which raises our bodily temperature, quickens the heart rate, sharpens our senses, and gives us those feisty reflexes and passionate, knee-jerk reactions we associate as swift motivation. Here we impulsively act from a primal place of survival, which may mimic a false sense of self-empowerment and give us a fleeting rush of excitement and victory.

When the kick-into-high-gear effect wears off, thanks to the action of the parasympathetic nervous system, our bodies are then flooded with endorphins, the feel-good hormones. We welcome this state, it calms us down, soothes us, grounds us out. And so this stress-cycle is complete until we want more, and go sniffing out the sources of fear once again.

Fear is one of two primary emotions we experience. Fear and Love. The rest, such as anger and sadness are derivatives of these. Scientific researchers in the life-sciences have shown that our emotions are switches physically linked to our human genetics. In the early 90’s, Dan Winter of the Heartmath Institute discovered that emotions program the double-helix of our DNA, and directly activate the genetic codes in our bodies, namely the amino acids of the human form. There are 64 possible combinations of these ‘human’ amino acids or genetic patterns and only a maximum of 20 of these are ever activated at one time-a modern unsolved mystery. Fear, as a long-wave pattern is very limited in its ability to activate any of this genetic code along the DNA. Love on the other hand, is a high vibrating short-wave capable of touching and activating many more points along our DNA.

*In a carefully conducted study by Russian Scientist Vladimir Popanov, human DNA tissue was placed into a vacuum tube after random photons in the tube had been measured and observed as scattered throughout the tube. When the human tissue was placed inside, the patterns of light aligned themselves along the axis of the DNA, showing that DNA ‘entrains’ light. When they removed the DNA tissue, the light remained in this pattern, naming this the ‘Phantom DNA Effect’.

As our universe is made up of particles of light, this is hard evidence revealing to us how much our emotions directly shape our physical world. Knowing that the emotion of love can activate even more of our genetic material, and thus can entrain more particles of light, it is surely LOVE, not FEAR, which will create sustainable peace and harmony both within and without.

So, the next time you consider filling up your ‘mourning’ cup with hot fear, try to overcome this compulsive tendency and choose instead to experience the inspiration of love. Help build and empower our collective future, the future currently wavering in multiple crisis’, upon the Light of Love not the rush of fear. It is literally “in our hands” to do so.

*from ‘Awakening to Zero Point’ by Gregg Braden

The Way of the Superior Man

2008-06-16T08:49:00.000-07:00

"They" say when the Student is ready, the Teacher appears. Yes, yes indeed. I live this truth again and again when I surrender (which is not always a pretty thing) to the Truth Within. When I actively, openly and consciously engage life's bountiful lessons, albeit in forms often difficult to transition through or hard to process and manage, I more readily experience the graceful marital art of living, can feel how everything I experience is, in essence, informing my evolutionary course in necessary ways.

Recently, a spirited friend and eco co-worker strongly recommended a book. His recommendation was accompanied by many a delicious account of cathartic transformations he had experienced post-read. When he had decidedly swallowed the somewhat tart medicine-wisdom offered by the book's cauldron brew, he had radically shifted an internal perception of himself, a particularly long-standing one, and this shift was now infusing his actions with apparent unleashed and passionate purpose. He had empowered his passionate Will. He could not endorse the book enough.

But something in the title initially triggered me. It was the word 'Superior'. In my ongoing, deep desire to transform socio-political hierarchies (especially patriarchal ones) in my own life, those comparative/ competitive systems of measure based on ranking definitions of importance, role, power and personal/ collective authority, I cringed in the face of this key word. My feminine warrior had her golden sword raised to the cover, ready to challenge the macho stance of this "man's man" author ........

'THE WAY OF THE SUPERIOR MAN' by David Deida
(yaya, here we go....another psycho-spiritual attempt to elevate a new kind of man-of-the-times......just give him a crystal trophy and tell him to 'om' himself into self-empowered-shakti-bliss..............uh huh, tell me more pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeez.)

Well, I opened the book to the introduction and immediately read this quote from David Deida,

"This newly evolving man is not a scared bully, posturing like some King Kong in charge of the Universe. Nor is he some New Age wimp, all spineless, smiley and starry-eyed. He has embraced both his inner masculine and feminine, and he no longer holds onto either of them. He doesn't need to be right all the time, nor does he need to be always safe, co-operative and sharing, like an androgynous Mr. Nice guy. He simply lives from his deepest core, fearlessly giving his gifts, feeling through the fleeting moment into the openness of existence, totally committed to magnifying love."

Is THIS what he means by the Superior man??? Well then, I'm in love with that Superior man already..........tell me more! My fire of curiousity was piqued!

I brought the book home that very night, and believe me, it was not merely a one night stand. I left it out like a big, bold italic punctuation mark on the coffee table. At first, my man kept kinda shuffling around it. Wasn’t sure about its assuming, territorial arrival in our home turf, so he had to pick it up and put it down for a few days and sniff it, circle it and eventually face it eye to eye. He had to be sure it wasn't going to make him feel less-than, wasn't going to intellectually castrate him somehow. I really did want my heart-ner to read it with me.so I read a few chapters aloud, chapters like:
"Praise Her"
"Stop Hoping For Your Woman to Get Easier"
and "She Needs Your Consciousness to Match Her Energy"

We were both pulled into the power, potency and raw, vital energy of this book. It is a no-bullshit and no-nonsense journey from the solar-plexus straight into the realms of Heart. And it is not always an easy read because it does not pamper to dead habits nor does it coddle the lullaby of long-expired comfort zones.

Though it is a book written primarily for a common male audience, I found it ignited my inner feminine to a burning degree. I came alive, shucked off the crusty layers of my over-compensatory masculine essence, which has helped me manage the many deficiencies in my own life all these years and I ecstatically danced to Peter Murphy's 'Cascade' album (what an amazing, masculine voice that man has) I started making my sensuous, cosmic art again, and boldly asked my heart-ner to step up to his masculine, because mine was and is now officially sipping pina coladas on the inner beaches of my gaia-woman-soul.

I later relayed all this to my friend who had given me the book. He was delighted and none-too-surprised. We work together with the local public community and as serendipity would have it, the woman who first introduced him to the book wandered into our stall this past weekend. I noticed her before I even realized the interconnection because of her beautiful, sexy radiance and shining, bright eyes. After being introduced to her, she and I danced around in a warm embrace like long-lost soul-sisters and then spent a good 10 minutes in a concentrated, candid dialogue about our mutual experiences of the book. She and I had very similar experiences and we resolved to continue connecting together to share our insights. It was most refreshing and lovely......

In summary, this book has affirmed to me that my inner feminine essence in relationship is best expressed, fulfilled and enlivened with a man who is deeply empowered in his own will-centered masculine essence, a man who knows his true soul mission in life like he knows his own spine, and is daily driven to fulfill it in a direct, active and immediate way, without procrastination, inertia, or waffling indecision. He is a man who can openly and lovingly ravish me with his passionate love for life, without abandonment fear and the need to possess me. Anything other than this is diluted and mediocre and breeds chronic imbalances within any dynamic. All healthy relationships require the masculine and feminine balance to be in ecstatic harmony with one another........

However, most modern relationships are HUGELY imbalanced. Many modern women tend to be yang-polarized and over-masculinized and their men, steamrolled by a cool woman wielding a fierce testosterone edge, become stagnant and too malleable or simply retreat entirely into an ineffective lalaland. Or perhaps they become agro and resentful of their women wearing too much pant and not enough lace.......We've been playing musical polarities around and around, circling the various chairs of the daily roles we play, desperately hoping that the music, the very soundtracks of our lives will just keep on playing so we don't have to fight for the only chair left when the music stops.......Yet there is a different way, a different play, if only we are bold enough to embrace it-together.

David Deida does not suggest following a fossil-trail back to outmoded, traditional gender roles of generations past. What he does offer, however, is a powerful recipe for reestablishing integral gender synergy, the reintegrated harmony between masculine and feminine essence, and the divine conjunctio. For it is the fervour of living a life full of heart, heat and wonder which is where we will inevitably find our own divine creativity. The guiding principle for our relationship's success awaits this ignition.

I highly recommend it, with a disclaimer:
Be prepared for change.

A Summer Poem For You

2008-06-09T12:06:00.000-07:00

never can my love for you leave the horizon

each passing step

every torrential downpour

and fallen dreams landing firm

presses the soils deeper

harder and stronger

and ever still it grows

growing into mountains

it grows.

and once you have traced mountains in you

marveling how they hold you steady

the memory remains.

-Amaya O'Duir-

Name Reverb

2008-04-27T19:36:00.000-07:00

N a m e R e v e r b

To our infantile, new-born senses our name is first an abstract music. The consonants and vowels coalesce and echo the imprint of their original sounds within our cells. Like a mantra repeated, a prayer incited, our name conjures us as animated personalities within a specific, framed context, identifying us to the manifest world of our familial settings and rooting us in the 3-D of physical reality.

Often these names, particularly our last names, are deeply infused with preliminary definition, reference and meaning. Be it through cultural, religious or socio-political association, our names become an activating principle which imbue us with the blueprint of pre-rehearsed character traits from the modest or epic people who embodied our names before us. This lends a pre-defined history and ancestral guardianship/ memory to us before we have even developed as distinct, autonomous beings; our very first map from which we learn to navigate the course and context of our emerging lives.

When socialized as children into the complex world of human relating, we further infuse and empower the myriad frames of reference every time we speak our name to another and hear it spoken back. The memories we create become the gems that go into the very treasure chest (or Pandora’s Box!) of our name, echoing the experiences which linger there as living legacies. By way of transmission, these reverberations in our name continually pass onward as personal inheritances and we extend this complexity of ourselves, attracting the very conscious and unconscious associations which imbue our name with its radial living story.

This is far from being a neutral gift given at birth. It suggests a non-negotiable commitment to be of the specific affiliations to which we are named, to actively carry on the family torch by way of the “passed down” name, to be forever bracketed by the ghosts of these former bloodlines. Despite the mysteries of DNA and genetics and the latent biological information we actually carry of our blood lineages, the family name we are given often emphasizes one particular line of this blood; generally the patrilinear line of the historic male hierarchies.

As last names historically suggest an "ownership" and economic hierarchy (as well as the gifts of ancestral guidance and blessing), the passing down of a patrilineal name is weighted with the assumption that we will continue to be primarily identified within this male artery, like traceable property of our forefathers. Our mothers, grandmothers and their mother’s mothers were stripped of their “Maiden” name upon marriage with little choice or say in the matter, often with great difficulty adjusting to such a disorienting shift. Women were immediately re-contextualized and assimilated into a socio-political position primarily defined by their new husband and his family reputation and standing, obscuring a woman's own personal story. This was originally intended so men could uphold a pinnacle position in the referenced world. By the power of a name change these historic wives became “of” and “for” their husbands, even in lieu of any genuine love bonding them in the first place.

To choose a name for oneself is a powerful, transformational act, which can facilitate a deep connection to aspects of our being dwelling within the core of our current experience. It can be integral to the fusing of our physical, emotional, and spiritual life-currents. Like consciously taking a partner’s name in marriage, an act which claims you are now changed and have aligned with a new identity, a personal name change, whether self-chosen or given is also marking a rite of passage, an emergence into a new form, a new life. Like a marriage to the Self, a name change can signify a renewal of our life purpose.

Name change can happen in many different ways, for a variety of reasons. At the heart of this experience lies the desire to actively align with the significant changes of our life, be it the physical changes of childhood and adolescence right into adulthood, on through marriage, parenthood, divorce, illness or by way of our aging. It may arise from the emotional charge of our many heartbreaks, healing crises, and relationships and the subsequent integration of the insightful, sometimes cataclysmic understandings which accompany these. Or name change may be triggered by a deeper connection to God/ess, to an identity so newly infused with Spirit as to midwife a symbolic, psychological rebirth.

In changing our name we can intimately invite others to observe, even participate and share the remarkable changes we have experienced from within. This can be particularly meaningful and necessary for those on an accelerated spiritual/ learning path, or for those whose life’s events have been so dramatic and life-changing that a new orientation of name is what gives a “face” to the altered and renewed perception of life. Though not for everyone, the journey toward choosing an authentic name can be a heightened and truth-seeking quest, a unique form of self-enlightenment and personal-cosmic flight.

A name, whether given at birth, given later in life, or a name self-chosen, is an opportunity to enter into a doorway of awareness and glimpse what is true therein. A name is the presence of mind, of heart we give when we comprehend something of honest meaning and wish to touch it more intimately. Within a name there is mystery and definition, resonance and potential. To this we listen, pure and clear, and if we truly hear, we will find that within all names lies a name, within another name, echoing, whispering and weaving hidden tales into living dreams.

Listen.

Listen............

earth hour 2008: Toronto

2008-03-30T11:18:00.001-07:00

Toronto, Ontario, Canada during Earth Hour 2008
from 8pm-9pm

THANK YOU TO EVERYONE WHO ACTIVELY PARTICIPATED IN EARTH HOUR 2008. OUR JOINT EFFORTS ARE ABSOLUTELY REMARKABLE AND EMPOWERING.
EARTH HOUR IS EVERY HOUR OF each DAY.
ENGAGE YOUR positive EFFORTS DAILY AND REMEMBER HOW CONNECTED WE ALL ARE.
BLESSINGS TO YOU ALL!

"Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed citizens can change the world. Indeed, it's the only thing that ever has."

-Margaret Mead-

2008-03-17T22:03:00.001-07:00

Pagan Remembrance Day

2008-03-17T17:09:00.000-07:00

PAGAN REMEMBRANCE DAY

In deep remembrance of all the sacred and rare Celtic/ Druidic texts which were violently burned in St. Patrick’s Crusading and Tyrannical “Easter Fire” and thus forever lost…….

In Her, Through Her, I bless this Day.

In memory of all the of native “snakes” (metaphorically referring to the talismans, ritual tools and other sacred objects which represented Pagan Celebration) that were destroyed and banished from the deep archetypal well of Goddess-Wise spirituality…..

In Her, Through Her, I bless this Day.

In sombre honour of all those who were persecuted, slain, oppressed, stigmatized and branded “evil” for preserving the Ancestral wisdom and traditions of Briton’s Holy Land, be it the Pagan, the Midwife, the Druid, Pict, Wise Wo/man, Bard or Seer….

In Her, Through Her, I bless this Day.

In awareness of Patricus (Gaewyn): he who was (likely) born Roman, enslaved by raiders in Ireland for 6 years before escaping and returning to Europe. He who then became an embittered Catholic Missionary who, with a heart overshadowed by judgment and prejudice, was later ordained Bishop. He who returned to Ireland, Land of Dana, with a “Mission” of hatred and anger- he who unquestionably loathed the pagan Earth Ways and sought to “purge” and “purify” the land through mass conversion and abject condemnation. He who became glorified by the exultant and righteous Christians of Old Ireland and who, despite the cultural-spiritual genocide which followed in his wake, was patronized Saint Patrick.

A saint for “cursing their (Druidic Elders) fertile lands so that they became dreary bogs; cursing their rivers so that they produced no fish; cursing their very kettles, so that no amount of fire and patience could ever be made to boil; and as a last resort, cursing the Druids themselves, so that the earth opened up and swallowed them.”

I reclaim the truth of this much over-looked and quieted His-story and
In Her, Through Her, I bless this Day.

In the spirit of the bountiful shamrock, sacred symbol of the Triple Goddess who is green and rich with life, shamrock who forms hearts to remind us of Her abundant Love….I do here now seek to accept and forgive the tragedy of the true historical significance of this day, St. Patrick’s Day.

I do herein restore the Truth, my Ancestral Irish truth and thus, my birth-rite.

I honour this day as a day of Remembering for all the Celtic-Shamanic Traditions of Old.

I wear the black of the cauldron to grieve ancient losses.
I wear the green of the shamrock to restore them.

What is Remembered Lives.

Blessings to all Beings of the Green Heart.

Amaya O’Duir

Lakota Liberation

2008-03-04T21:40:00.000-08:00

Lakota Elder Russell Means of the Republic of Lakota

* downloaded from 'You Tube' with Gratitude

2008-03-04T21:33:00.000-08:00

"The Earth is the Mother of All People, and all people should have equal rights upon it. You might as well expect the rivers to run backward as that any man who was born a free man should be contented when penned up and denied liberty to go where he pleases."
-Joseph (Hinmaton Yalatkit) 1830-1904
Nez Perce chief

All Nations in Relations

2008-03-04T19:44:00.000-08:00

A few days ago I had the privilege (Goddess Bless the Internet!) of listening, with open mind, with open heart to Ghost Child speak on Join the Federation. All my fine neck-hairs were electrified by the articulate punctuations of a man whose bloods converge both Soto and European lineages and who actively seeks to express his Original Medicine while courageously embodying the long -repressed guilt and shame of white colonization.

Ghost Child speaking is a humble listen, and he empowers a voice of peace, change and inspiration for All Nations. It is crucial for our diverse colours to come together under the One Sun of Creation, for us to co-create a world of togetherness, peace, creative prosperity, compassion and true justice together. With the gentle guidance and medicine-wisdom of our original brothers and sisters to light the peace-way through this current passage of greed, corrupt corporate agenda, genocide, fascism and environmental degradation, we are being called Home.

Home to the benevolent and perpetual generosity of our One-Earth and Her precious resources, Home to the mutual respect and kindness deeply owed to the original Stewards of the Land we presumptuously call home, Home to a collaborative alignment of Body Mind Spirit in healthy union with the inherent Spiritual message of Earth, Home to our loving Hearts, Home to our Mother.

Our Original Peoples are the Storytellers, the Truth-keepers, the Protectorates, the Time-keepers, the Dreamers and the Way-Showers to the very Heart of Gaia.
Our Original Peoples are the Heartbeat that keep balanced rhythm with All Things.

I believe it is vitally important for all of Us, especially We of European descent who have, generation after generation, presumed our place in the 'New World' at the devastating expense to the well-being of the Original Peoples, to pause from what we are doing (doing to make money, to "get ahead", to buy, to invest, to own, to rent, to progress, to advance, to succeed, to promote, to accomplish)

to pause from what we are doing long enough
to listen,
to really hear,
the voice of our Original Peoples
who have been silenced far too long.

http://www.hiddenfromhistory.org/
http://thecanaryeffect.com/

Earth Hour 2008

2008-03-02T09:31:00.000-08:00

Hello Global Neighbour

I'm enthusiastic to share a global initiative to reduce energy consumption that we can all participate in during INTERNATIONAL EARTH HOUR, on March 29, 2008 from 8-9pm. On this night, for one hour, you are invited to join cities such as Vancouver, San Fransisco, Manila, Tel Aviv, Ottawa, Atlanta, Brisbane, Bangkok...etc. in turning off all your lights, computers and major appliances for just one hour. By doing this simple act, energy consumption can be significantly reduced and we can personally show our support for action on global climate change.

Last year on March 31, Sydney, Australia was the very first city to initiate this Earth Hour which is coordinated by WWF, an international conservation organization. 2.2 million people and 2, 100 business’ turned off their lights in Sydney for one hour and reduced energy consumption by 10.2%- the equivalent of taking 48,000 cars off the road for a year!

Now Earth Hour has become a global initiative with many major cities participating. I invite you to please show your local solidarity toward reversing the drastic effects of climate change, a major obstacle we ALL face in the near future and one we can actively prevent if we so chose to make a difference within our local communities.

For more information, please visit the site: http://www.earthhour.org/

Thank you for participating!

2008-02-10T14:12:00.001-08:00

Remembering Rufus

2008-02-10T11:38:00.000-08:00

In the summer of 2001, I went to an awesome Jazz Festival show at Studio 16:The Paradox Trio (Matt Dariau: soprano & alto saxes, clarinet, irish flute, kaval (Bulgarian flute), gaida (Bulgarian bagpipe) Brad Schoeppach: electric guitar, acoustic 12-string guitar, Rufus Cappadocia: electric five-string cello, acoustic cello Seido Salifoski dumbecks and percussion. This show was I N C R E D I B L E, so full of fire and creative spirit and devastating musical mastery. I was ignited beyond inspiration-I was super-nova-ing in constellations of sheer bliss!!!!

During the performance, which was a packed house of about 250 people, I noticed that Rufus Cappadocia and I kept a comfortable and natural eye contact together, often for extended periods of time. (I was sitting stage-left in the front row) This, even for odd-ball me, was a very rare and unique experience to share, (with 250 people as witness) as usually performers are "in-the-zone" on stage, under blaring stage lights which inhibit the ability to even see their audiences. The fifth wall is usually so present between audience and performer.! Yet, clearly Rufus and I were connecting on some mysterious level within the music itself and our eye contact seemed to acknowledge some kind of remembrance between us despite not having ever met before.

Playing a modified 6-string cello, (which he calls a bass cello because the 6th string is a low F.) I was captivated and enchanted by Rufus' playing. The more I isolated his sound from the group and listened with my full awareness, and the more we connected our eyes together, the more intense my visceral experience of his music became. At one point I felt like the cello strings were inside my very tendons and veins and the music spiraled in me in a way that I have rarely felt before. I was in a highly altered state at this point, and Rufus seemed to know that his playing was affecting me like this because his eye contact became more intimate and timeless. At this point I felt a little shy and self-conscious with it all and closed my eyes.

Once the intermission came, I saw Rufus gesture toward me and I suddenly felt unprepared to meet him in the mundane context. At this point I was so overcome by the energetic connection between he and I, feeling more of a need to acknowledge my heart-ner beside me at this point, to bring him into the circle I had been drawn into with Rufus. So, in turning to Joel, I sent out the subtle message for Rufus to keep his connection with me in the "abstract" realm. He got it of course and went backstage instead.

I am blessed to be in a long-term relationship with someone who accepts and supports my Medicine Walk and all the anomalies, other-worldly, inter-dimensional encounters and synchronicities it brings, which are many and rather a constant stream of influence. Having met Joel soon after my Shamanic Initiation, I was clear with him about who I was and of the Medicine I carry which has a very specific purpose and affect he has come to know well. Joel was intrigued about my connection with Rufus and wondered if I knew more about it. All I could say at this point was, "I remember him, and on some level he remembers me too."

Rufus and I never did meet that night. Though I thought of him and his transformational music while continuing to listen to our Paradox Trio CD, I accepted that some remembrances, however profound, are as fleeting as wind in their eternal nature and are best kept in the silent treasure boxes of the Heart.

A year later I heard Rufus was booked to play a solo concert at the Western Front and was also to facilitate a free 2-hour improv workshop. As an improv musician, I ignited. When the anticipated day arrived, I brought my flute and my voice and sat two feet away from him and his magnificent cello, in an intimate room of 6 other people. We smiled openly. After introducing us to his mighty cello and the unique way it has been modified and amplified to isolate it's different resonances (body and string) Rufus started to improvise with it so we could hear it in its full glory.

I closed my eyes and listened with all of me. Instantly pictures began to form. While Rufus played, I saw scenes of distinct people and places from another lifetime. (I am an intuitive past-life regressionist) These images passed rapidly, yet lucidly and each scene I was in with Rufus was marked by an incredible feeling of love, passion and adventure. I felt I had known him for many lifetimes in what appeared to be gypsy, nomadic contexts in desert-like places. This Remembrance became deeply emotional for me.

I opened my eyes to find Rufus looking into them while he played. He continued to play right into me, into this, our remembrance and I began to weep. I could not contain it for the comfortable sake of the group context. I was no longer in those parameters anyhow. Tears openly spilled, and Rufus continued to play into my eyes. The room disappeared. All that existed was he and I and the music, while the portals of time opened and closed like a rhythmic pulse.

When he stopped playing, he called for a short break and immediately came over to me while others pretended not to notice the intensity between us. Without a word we embraced. Then he went to get a piece of paper and asked me to write down my name so he could create a guest list for me. "Will you please come to my show tonight? "

Yes.

Rufus' show at the Western Front was one of the most inspiring solo performances of my life. He is a brilliant musician and an exceptional cellist whose music transcends time and space. Once you hear him, you'll know what I mean. The power of his sound is deliciously catalyzing, like he is playing invisible strings of the cosmos through his cello, right into you. When the lights went down at the start of this show, they never came back on. Rufus lit a circle of tea-light candles around himself and played to the dim glow of fire.

I am a firm believer in the reincarnational journey of soul. There are many people to remember in a life-time if you so choose. By noticing the undeniable magnetic attractions to other people, the blatant synchronicities, the coincidences which bring you together with another in a powerful way, in this there is often a story within a story. If you listen with acute ears and surrender all logic and preconceived notions, the discoveries are immense and life-changing.

I have learned, by the grace of the remarkable experiences I have had with others, that we will always meet again and again. Sometimes it is to forgive, sometimes to forget, sometimes to just simply remember one another, to transmit some soul-juice, to re-ignite and re-inspire or just simply to vibe together as familiar, kindred souls. Go find them, they are in your life more than you may realize!

In this life-time I have been blessed to remember my connection with Rufus. I love him on a soul-level, which for me is an octave higher than most forms of love. We don't need to be physical lovers in this lifetime to remember this, and so we have kept our connection platonic and resonant.

The music has brought this alive in us
and there it shall remain.
Merry Meet, Merry Part and Merry Meet Again.

SUPPORT INSPIRED MUSIC!
Some of Rufus' Cd's for purchase:
Kif
Bethany and Rufus

Familiar Strangers

2008-02-10T11:34:00.000-08:00

The next time you find yourself in close proximity to a "stranger" for longer than 10 minutes, risk reaching out to them in casual conversation. Discover your innate connection, however obscure, you share with this person. First observe where the possible connecting point may be: the style of dress, jewelry, the book being read, the geographical location....etc. Notice your open and innocent curiosity of them. This may be the entry point of your conversation.

You may delightedly discover, as the initial superficial talk meanders, that there is a glistening gem of synchronicity awaiting your mutual awareness. Ask clear questions, be daringly curious! Amazingly, we are often in proximity to another being because of a shared resonance, or because of the mysterious laws of attraction. And after a few minutes of sitting close to someone, we are already exchanging vital energy through our electro-magnetic fields, or auras. Communication is the special link we have as humans, the magical bridge between the path of cosmic inquiry and the divine answer. What we truly need may indeed be a stranger closer than you think........

Guerrilla Synchronization!!!!!!

Keep On Keepin' On

2008-02-08T16:27:00.000-08:00

"There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle."
-Albert Einstein-

Being that I consciously tread an Initiatory Path of Heart, nothing remains static in my life for very long, and certainly not in any kind of mediocre "half-measures". So, I surrender to being "transcendsorily" engaged in the dynamic fluctuations of perpetual discovery, transformation, integration, and inner/outer expression. As soon as I become lazy or stagnant in my cushy-comfort zones and habits, the Universe pushes my edges so that I may expand my soul-horizons. This apparently ISN'T my lifetime to take long vacations on the beaches of monotony or to try to cash in my divine coupons and save whatever I can of old, out-moded tendencies, however comforting they may be. The Gods don't refund my losses nor do they hand me shiny trophies for my gains. "Keep on keepin' on" seems to be their repeated mantra to me. And so, I keep on keepin' on.

A significant aspect of my life-path is to be in higher service to others, offering whatever healing tools, acute awareness and transformational skills of listening, intuition, and communication I can embody. In all honesty I have struggled with the word "healer", as it carries a weighty responsibility with it and overtly implies that I know something about what needs to be healed in another. In truth, I know very little about the healing which would best suit each unique individual's highest outcome and the most important thing I can do is to move away from my subjective, diagnostic perception, my will-centered need to "define" and to instead open more channels of listening and receiving of the Divine Intelligence.

As long as I am personally invested in a "healing" outcome, attached to my long-studied and aquired technique, (such as Reiki, Essential Energy Balancing, Reflexology...etc.), as long as I seek external confirmation and validation that my skills as a healer are effective, I am ego-invested and therefore blocking the Higher Source's access to my wider healing circuitry. Healing is NOT about ME in the sense that I am responsible for the transformation which takes place in another. I am merely a part of the equation and if I relax all attachment to what this is supposed to look like from the outside and simply hold a deeply attuned listening space with another, I believe the effects are further reaching and more profound and may not necessarily be measureable from the outside at all. I am inviting a quantum presence of healing into my practice and it's currently revolutionizing my life.

We often expect instant pill-popping results with our alternative healing measures and practices, yet healing in not an end result, it is a journey, an on-going process of inner awareness, and integration of one's highest BodyMindSpirit truth with that of the Creator's. As an active part of the mysterious healing equation of another, I can make no guartentees about what the "results" of my intention to offer a healing presence, if any, will be. It is all about moving away from perpetual doubt and skeptism to embody a higher form of trust in the Sacred Source of All Things as it flows from the Universe into Us.

It can be subtly disempowering for another to regard an external representative as the "healer". In this some people further disconnect from their own internal GodSource and give up all sense of being able to affect positive change in their own lives. They may become overly dependent on an outside source, as in their counselor or practitioner. They may then give their power away, staying inert and inactive within their own healing journey, confined to a feeling of lack and inability. Similarly, there are New Age Power-Trippers who are eager to cash in on this vulnerability and assume a mighty and holy position in a person's deflated equation and defeated sense of self.

If we are chronically preoccupied with what is "wrong" with us, with what needs fixing, we may forget the Divine Perfection which is inherent in all things and further separate ourselves from its valuable teaching, or from the Medicine which exists in all of our experiences, however tragic or challenging they may be. Our experiences are our gifts, and we need to accept their gifts before we can truly transform and heal. And we need to realize that healing begins with US, not Mr. Wave-the -Crystal-Wand-Around at $100.00 an hour.

Therefore, being at peace and accepting one's current reality in full techni-colour is essential for being able to embark on an authentic healing journey. This is absolutely key for anyone in the "healing arts". My clients are already perfectly aligned to their own medicine walk, even if they are outwardly manifesting dis-ease and unbearable chronic conditions. Their bodies somehow needed to manifest all of these states in order to help facilitate a higher awareness, to integrate a deeper love. If I can listen and interact with this universal love and compassion, there may be an incredible breakthrough and transformation........or not!

It is truly a blessing and an honour to be invited into someone's "listening and healing" space. I never assume that I am supposed to be there before I am welcomed just because I have healing tools. Nor do I assume that I am the one directly affecting healing in anyone. Even when I am invited, I cannot make guarantees. My client needs to be ready to receive and to open, along with me, to a much deeper listening. In the listening we are giving. I don't seek to extract, remove, transform or rename/ reframe anything for it would be psychically patronizing to be the one to determine these things for another. When someone is ready to let something go in their session, it will go because there is a safe space to do so, with acceptance and love, not because I am pulling, tugging, astrally removing, banishing or exorcising anything. It will go because the teaching has been integrated and it is time to create more room for Universal Love Connection to be expressed both within and without.

With infinite Gratitude for the ever-emerging wisdom of my Elders and Peers, for in this journey of discovery I am truly Blessed.

Charge of the Goddess: Happy Imbolc!

2008-02-01T17:30:00.001-08:00

Charge of the Goddess

Traditional by Doreen Valiente, as adapted by Starhawk:

Listen to the words of the Great Mother, Who of old was called Artemis, Astarte, Dione, Melusine, Aphrodite, Cerridwen, Diana, Arionrhod, Brigid, and by many other names:

"Whenever you have need of anything, once a month, and better it be when the moon is full, you shall assemble in some secret place and adore the spirit of Me Who is Queen of all the Wise.

You shall be free from slavery, and as a sign that you be free you shall be naked in your rites.

Sing, feast, dance, make music and love, all in My Presence, for Mine is the ecstasy of the spirit and Mine also is joy on earth.

For My law is love unto all beings. Mine is the secret that opens the door of youth, and Mine is the cup of wine of life that is the cauldron of Cerridwen, that is the holy grail of immortality.

I give the knowledge of the spirit eternal, and beyond death I give peace and freedom and reunion with those that have gone before.

Nor do I demand aught of sacrifice, for behold, I am the Mother of all things and My love is poured out upon the earth.

Hear the words of the Star Goddess, the dust of Whose feet are the hosts of Heaven, whose body encircles the universe:

I Who am the beauty of the green earth and the white moon among the stars and the mysteries of the waters,

I call upon your soul to arise and come unto me.

For I am the soul of nature that gives life to the universe.

From Me all things proceed and unto Me they must return.

Let My worship be in the heart that rejoices, for behold, all acts of love and pleasure are My rituals.

Let there be beauty and strength, power and compassion, honor and humility, mirth and reverence within you.

And you who seek to know Me, know that the seeking and yearning will avail you not, unless you know the Mystery: for if that which you seek, you find not within yourself, you will never find it without.

For behold, I have been with you from the beginning, and I am That which is attained at the end of desire."

Blessed Be!

2008-01-30T21:43:00.000-08:00

"One does not become enlightened by imagining figures of light, but by making the darkness conscious."

-Carl Jung-

inwardspiraling

-:¦:- Bloomshakti -:¦:-

When exactly did we forget that we're monkeys?

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ORMUS

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