Friday, October 8, 2010

Dancing the Sensual Dance of Power

Feel Snake's rythm and you will dance freely, incorporating those transmuting forces of the universe as a part of your sensual dance of power.

As one evolves and transmutes the energy and knowledge that comes through transmitting energy signatures, many times it is much like going through a death and rebirth experience. These experiences involve a process of letting go and eliminating habits / personality traits that get in the way of allowing the Universal flow to speak through you.

The experience of speaking with yourself or that "self-dialogue" we all have sometimes also needs to go through the death and rebirth process. there are times that we must follow the lead of a Spirit or Universal Flow in order to allow this tranformation to occur.

I have seen my body as being centered within my core center, my solar plexus. Many have disagreed with me and told me they see the core being the mind or the heart. For me it is my solar plexus. I do not think any way is wrong, this is just the way that works for me. I have always visualized an anchor into the Earth that was also anchored within my solar plexus. This anchor would ensure that flight response would remain anchored into the Earth's energy.

In order to allow this Universal Flow to happen effortlessly, one must also be flexible and fluid. To become flexible and fluid, one must have confronted their own fears and blocks allowing a liberation into energetic flow to happen. A rigid form will only be consumed or destroyed.

Many times I have been told that I must have strength and courage beyond belief for some of the experiences I have had on this life journey. To have true strength however, one must have the ability to see themselves through their own eyes and step into the power that strength embus.
It was shared recently that a fire is much like the energy strength of many who walk the path. That fire can burn and create a passionate fire deep with. A passion for life. The fire's heat is radiate the strength and power for all to see. Yet, in a reflection it appears dangerous and wild.

Stepping into that strength is not always easy. It can feel as though no choices are even available and one is pushing you over the edge of cliff. You want to want to let go but yet you cling. Even when you let go, the energy surrounding the action can feel chaotic and wounding. There are even times when the anchor within is ripped way and tears at you leaving what feels like torn edges a fire with searing pain.

It is within these wounds that our perspective gets stronger. In this time of letting go and moving on to continue down a path that is always unfolding and transforming, that we can pause and take a look back to see, in hindsight, the clarity of our journey. Remaining within flow of the journey we can learn to exchange the energy signatures for strength. To assimilate into the journey. This purging, and sometimes tearing, process is not forgetting the past but rather embracing the lessons with gratitude for what we have learned. We may heal from the wounds, but the scars will remain as reminders of what we have endured and learned.

So the experience of todays lesson, the anchor removed and transmutted, the energy signatures received, nad the core veil lifted, I am left with no "I". A free fall into the river of life's energy to be carried to the next experience. I am left with a crystal and knowledge within it shared in moments. I am grateful. Thank you Chu Kaya.

Apologies to the Divine Feminine (from a warrior in transition)

Article from Jeff Brown's Soulshaping's Blog which can be found at http://soulshaping.com/?page_id=66

Profound


Bon Jovi - I'll be there for you with lyrics

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

October is Domestic Violence Awareness Month

The Reluctant Voyeur


by Grace O'Malley

The Marketing Solution Place




The apartment was tiny. The living area held a small couch, just big enough for the woman and child to snuggle up on during those cool, dark nights. The kitchenette was larger than their last place but she could still stretch her arms and touch cabinet to cabinet. The one bedroom they shared was listed as a double but she laughed when the single they shared barely left room to open the wardrobe. It was a good place to lay their heads each night: even better because upstairs, off the hallway a little door led to a secret place.



It used to be a window. Sometime in the past a previous owner or tenant must have decided that replacing the glass would be too costly. Instead, a door was fashioned that only latched from the inside. When opened, if you were careful, you could crawl through the opening into a wonderland! Long forgotten, the wrought iron railing was held together with ivy cascading down the side of the building. The wooden floor of the balcony was worn but still solid beneath her feet. Roses had used the brick and mortar as a trellis and interspersed their luscious blooms among the heavy green foliage. The duo could look out of their fairy land, but no one could see in. They would spend hours out there on warm days playing out scenes that only their imagination could conjure



After the weather had turned, new neighbors moved in next door. As much as they tried to make friends, the duo were rebuffed by the married couple and told by the male to mind their own business. Shaking her head in pity, she took her child and forgot the rudeness of that day. Until -



As she lay in bed all warm and content, holding her child next to her heart, an argument could be heard through the thin walls behind her head. Afraid the noise would wake her child she quietly tapped on the wall to let them know they could be heard. The man begins to scream his vile taunts to her, again telling her to mind her own business. The argument increases and the sounds of slaps and punches punctuate the air. The cries and begging from behind her wall wake the child and chill them both with the violence of it. Grabbing a blanket and her child, they head to the living room to call the police.



The police find nothing untoward. There is no "proof" the man has done anything wrong and therefore nothing can be done. They leave, and the building goes on as it was just minutes before. The cursing from the man became so loud and discordant, the duo rest leaning against the back of the couch, avoiding their own bed.



The next day the recipient of his attack quietly pecks at her door. "Please, do not anger him again. He is not a man that can be trusted not to do something horrible." She begs the recipient to leave him and protect herself. She will help the recipient find a place of safety. "No, no, you don't understand. Just leave us alone!" is said as the recipient skitters to her own door like a mouse avoiding a trap.



She can't get the haunted eyes of the recipient out of her mind as she took her child to a friend's house for the day. Always liking the time spent there, the child begs the mother to let her spend the night. With a parting kiss, she leaves them to their fun and heads back home. Alone with her thoughts, she opens the little door and climbs out onto her sanctuary. The cold has killed off the blooms and the leaves aren't as plentiful as they had been just a few short weeks before. The decay of life lies at her feet as she stands there wondering how life can be so cruel for some: like her neighbor.



Closing her eyes and sliding down the wall, she plops her backside down to think and ponder. The sun begins to set and the night air sends chills into her body. Sighing with resignation, she opens her eyes to get up and sees - Oh my, could it be?



With a spring in her step, she rushes back inside, grabbing this, snatching that, going back to their little hiding place. After setting everything up, she goes back inside to wait. It isn't long before she can hear him and his boisterous rampage begin anew. This time though there is a twist. He is not berating his flat-mate, he is talking about HER! She hears the recipient beg him to put away his gun. She hears the slaps of hand against face and the thud of a body falling to the floor. In the blink of an eye she runs to her door, away from the cacophony of anger, to her sanctuary and protection.



The whir of the motor clicks and clacks as her camera catches it all: the gun, the pushing, the slaps, the barrel against the recipient's forehead, the twisting of the arms. It's all there, inside, waiting to be shared.



This time when the police show up he is taken away in handcuffs. The officers tuck the evidence in their bags as she signs a formal complaint. With no one willing to bail him out, he will not see freedom for a very long time.



The next morning a small bit of paper slides under the hallway door. Opening it, she sees two words staring up at her.



Thank you



Walking to the window she watched the mousy recipient move down the street, pack on her back and bag in her hand, never looking back. Smiling to herself, she turns away and grabs her coat. Her child awaits. They have a day of fantasy and fun to share.



October is Domestic Abuse Awareness Month. Please find a way to help if possible. Many are counting on you.Originally published on SearchWarp.com for Grace O'Malley Thursday, September 30, 2010

Article Source: The Reluctant Voyeur




Tuesday, October 5, 2010

What is the sacred feminine empowerment all about?

What is the sacred feminine empowerment all about? 


A sacred feminine empowered woman is not about being a feminist.  It is not about becoming the aggressor.  It is not about turning against our male counterparts. 

It is about becoming a conscious and fully aware sacred being uniting the energies within.  It is about uniting to combine the strength of the feminine Divine and our feminine intuition.  It is about how as woman we approach life.  It is about discarding the old belief patterns, repressions, and traumas that have affected our energy systems.  It is about empowering the sacred within to transform into our full potential. 

For centuries the feminine Divine has been hidden within, empowerment is about bringing it back into alignment to be balanced.  Physiologically, the female has different energy signatures than our male counterparts.  The female regenerates herself each month in a cycle of life.  Empowering woman is about learning to flow within that cycle.  By focusing upon the sacred within, a female can regain internal peace and harmony, awaken the innate energies within, and increase the awareness of all life.  Embracing and living in truth as a Divine Sacred being.

Many times in today’s society, women have shifted their awareness to be supportive, nurturing and the care takers of those around her.  She has forgotten that to be supportive, nurturing, and loving to her own self.  It has become a necessity in this time to return to the Divine within.  When we do this, we become empowered to be better mothers, wives, sisters, workers, and business owners.  We rediscover ourselves. 

I have joked with many of the woman who bless my path that it is time for an uprising.  There is some truth to this.  We are in a shift of energy, a time in the world when personal transformation is essential as our planet shifts.  The Sacred Feminine is being called to stand up and reclaim their roles as the powerful beings they are; to begin to engage in life again as the role models helping the planet to shift.

Empowering yourself as a woman to bring yourself into a sacred path that is practical is the goal or desire.  Each one of us will have our own ‘pictures’ to do this journey; however, creating a core group of woman around you that support and walk the journey with you is empowering.  The entire process of empowerment is internal.  It begins within the female before it is ever reflected into the world. 

When you think of a self-confident, courageous and strong willed female full of energy that radiates, this is a woman who has a clear sense of themselves, has cleared the blocks and traumas, and has released all the limitations that life and society has placed upon her.  This is not an overnight matter. 

The process is a quest that gives birth to creation; a creation that is a new reality clearly showing our life purpose.  Our chalice begins to flow with pure essence of who we truly are.  We are each a Goddess waiting to be given birth.  Empowerment is the gateway to finding the signatures that provide the courage, strength, and will to engage fully in life.

Monday, October 4, 2010

Halloween Exposed

Halloween Exposed
Come Meet A Parapsychologist
Lift the Veils of Mysteries

October 31, 2010
Mystikal Scents
Thontossa, Florida
1 – 3 pm

Dr. Carla Goddard will be visiting to answer your questions about Parapsychology, spirits, orbs, and telepathy.  This will be an informal opportunity to sit down and ask all the questions you always wanted to ask.  There will be an opportunity to write your questions on a card and have them answered anonymously. 

Dr. Carla Goddard received her Doctorate in Philosophy specializing in Parapsychology from the University of Sedona.  She is also a Shaman Medicine Woman who walks between the worlds.  She is an ordained minister with the International Metaphysical Ministries and is registered with the A.M.D.A.

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Sunday, October 3, 2010

Snakes, Spiders, and Signs - What can we learn from Nature?

In order to be created, a work of art must first make use of the dark forces of the soul.  Albert Camus

Spending time in nature, for me my gardens, is always a regenerating and powerful experience.  I was reminded recently that your internal world is reflected by your outside world.  I have been, gratefully so, very busy recently and have not had time to spend in my gardens.  They were reflecting my internal world.  Overgrown in places, blooming in others, and in need of thining out.  The bushes needing some reshaping and the flowers blooming needing to have some blooms gone by pinched off.
The colors go on and on with the bushes in white, purple, and pink

I am fortunate in that many of the gardens are self caring for the most part.  I chose to grow flowers and plants natural to Florida that do not require watering and rarely need to be weeded.  My biggest gardening issue is the pesky locust that love to make their cocoons in and eat my crocus plants.  Some of the crocus plants grow to over six feet high and it makes it difficult to hand remove the cocoons.
The blooms can reach over six feet high


Today the guides of nature were not missed.

The snake skins collected always reminding me of the art of transforming.  The need to shed the old that no longer serves us.  The snake being one of medicine animals and totem, I do not miss their signs.  Although some of the snakes that have crossed my path since moving to Florida tend to me ones I do not wish to "play" with, I appreciate their wisdom and symbolic meanings.  From the orange colors to the skins.
My Buddy

The baby hummingbird nest reminding me of the need to nurture.  There are times when I can be blunt and seem insensitive to those who come to me for advice.  While sometimes that blunt honesty is exactly what someone needs to hear, there is a need to nurture the soul of others in a balanced and harmonious way.

The spiders.  I am not a big fan of spiders.  I have never worked with the wisdom and medicine of spiders.  Yet, in the past few days spiders have been everywhere in my path.  From the fake black plastic decorations to the massive webs I keep finding in my yard.
A visitor this morning

Pausing to reflect upon the spider and what its meaning to me may be I came up with some thoughts I wanted to share.  A spider weaves a web to attract its food.  It makes 'conscious' decisions about where to weave the web.  As you look at webs, it is amazing the intricate patterns created.  It is a work of art that is created from nothing.

He just wanted to come in and say hi

Is that not what we as humans do.  We create life.  We create the webs that attract what comes into our lives.  So a web itself is a reflection of the choices we are making in our daily lives as we weave our webs.
The webs are really incredible works of art

Watching the spider weave its web I was amazed to think that this tiny spider was creating a home, a food source, and a place to create life again with their eggs.   My decisions, my choices, and my actions in life are creating my own web.  Is the web enslaving me to its creation?  Is the web manipulating myself to be entrapped rather than being the creator?  Is the web attracting the things I wished it to?
Perception determines what we see

Although some may see the spider as death or crafty in symbology.  It has been shared with me in my teachings that the spider is a symbol of protection.  Protection for an upcoming storm.  To watch as things may not be exactly as they appear to be.  The illusion of what may be, rather than focusing on the reality of what is.

As I reflect upon all of these thoughts and look within to the nature of my being, my own 'web' just as my garden, needed to be thinned out.  Just as a web is grounded and anchored before it is stretched between each of its points, I must to be grounded and anchored in my own foundation.  The eggs layed (my creation of life) must be nutured and cared for lest they fall through the spaces.  The beauty of the web creation can not be seen from the center, one must step back and observe in order to see the big picture.
My Meditation bench

This day is only partially over, the sun still shines, the wind still blows gently, and my ice tea quenches my thirst as I sit beneath the cypress trees and gaze across the gardens, the colors, the blooms and the buds.  Birds sing, dogs bark, the squirel is eating the almods I left, and butterflies flutter against the green foliage.  Ideallyic days sometimes can provide answers to the most profound questions - what is the meaning of life.  To live life on purpose is my answer.