Sunday, May 29, 2011

Honoring of the Feminine - prologue

   Silence was heavy; to many words had gone unspoken, retreated and glued into the
unaudible patterns  engraved in stone and bone, and windfull sky dosed as morning hours
turned midday; dreams quickened, thickened, eager to appear as latest actual news...
...and the seemingly solid pyramide structure, resting firmly on and high above the smaller
matters of groundlevel´s living concerns, took little notice of me in that corner I had come
to rest, to repose and replenish in solitude


  Splendid isolation refills my soul with all that is to recieve not otherwise avaible when 
living in the ordinary world. Spending time in magic nation restores again the strength and
richness that once surfaced this, now, dry and empty lands.


  Before i offer anybody my gifts again, I will contemplate integrity, I will constitute agreements,
making sure no one pick the flowers they come to see and that they leave with empty hands.
          Meanwhile
  I will dwell in this protected place, in splendid isolation, in magic nation, allowing stars to explode,
rain to fall, wind to clean, seeds to grow, only for me, for my comfort and joy. And when time is
right , I will open the gates, only for those who know how to walk this lands.
          Until then, I replenish in solitude.

  Oh, how well I know this sudden thirst, surrounded by refreshed suckers - I now beg the waterbeings
to cry on me! How well I know this weakness of body, being left behind by friends sparkling with
vitality - I now cry for the sunbeings to beam and dance for me! How well I know this heavyness
in mind, filled with garbage from those that settled down - Now I am calling for the windspirits who
knows how to blow the mind - Come!. laugh and laugh again with me, come and play away!
these burdons not of mine. Oh, how well I know this painful hunger, surrounded by fed up visitors
- I now ask the mudbeings of human service to come forth and nurture me!
            Meanwhile
  The moon is giggling along with newborn stars, making roadmaps for games to be; beamy highways
for unknown travellers; clues for clusters of molecules repatterning themselves anew; renegades of
central suns not far from here.
             Will I rest and replenish in solitude


              I am here.
              I have always been here.
             
              I am the oceans before it was crossed.
              I am the woods before it was splintered.
              I am the rock before it was shattered.
              I am the animal before it was divided.
              I am the house before we divorced and no longer shared the same roof.
              I am the ground beneath your feet, knowing you by the way you walk your talk.
              I am the magma within your hearts, knowing you from how you care for self and others,
              how you keep your inner fire.

               
              I express myself through the fire within.
              I expect you to do so, as well, - begin!
              Begin to express the revolutionary power of love!
                                                                       STAND UP!!

                                                                       DANCE YOUR DREAM AWAKE!

                                                                       
                                                                       WE ARE HERE
                                                                       TO REMEMBER
                                                                       WHO WE ARE

Monday, May 2, 2011

Honoring of the Feminine

    " Yes? Who is it?"
   She didn´t expect any visit. Not today. Although, in her dreams she had seen them
coming, returning. The elder woman, tending her garden: wild roses in luxuriant red
and timid pink, untamed clusters of tyme, sage, rosemary and lavender, unnamed
flowers covered in blue and the lushy, most cherished cherrytree next to some others
of simular kind, now dressed in gorgeous apples as fall approached., noticed  her inner
senses announcement as an atmospheric release, a joyful shivering in her bones.
   Her beloved children.
   
   The knocking persisted and she went to the front porch of her house.
   And there they were. Her children. They had travelled far and for long, she could see.


    " We are back. We missed you. We missed your heartful care and your wise ways."
    " I see... and?"
    " We came to retrieve something we lost, or, at least, forgot"
    " So, what did you forgot, my beloved ones?"
    " We forgot to honor the feminine. We dismissed our dreaming-selves and the sense 
     of unity and cooperation, the sense of emotional connection and meaning... and
      loving care vanished as we went along with our buisyness and striving., our sense of
      security within this world disappeared as control and conquering overshadowed
      joyful spontaneity." her children said. with momentarily sad faces.


    " And the magical approach as well, I guess?"
    " Indeed, mother. Not only did we ridicule it, we feared it. So much, magic itself went
      underground. Woman was to be feared, as nature, as almost anything natural, anything
      we considered unpredictable and unreliable. This we have reconsidered and that is why
      we made an halt and came here.... we feel ashame of our arrogance."
    " You should not. You did what you had to do."
    " What do you mean?"
    " You had to leave home. As all children must. You had to cut the connection to your
      roots, to your parents. You had to pretend a distinct separation in order to develop
      your individuality. How else could you establish a firm and solid platform for your goals
      and activities; a clear and precise focus for your experimentations in directing energy
      into matter, if you didn´t closed off and ignored the knowledge provided by the inner
      self, the connector between mundane self and All That Is.


      And now the time has come when you need the feminine, the magical dreamer within,
      to rise to the surface and furher guide your path consciously, helping you to understand
      your creations.
      It is time to realize that everything you percieve and encounter is self-created., the inner
      self being the creator. You cannot move into the new era with ease and discernment
      unless you understand this principle. And you cannot qualify  for this approaching phase
      unless you have understood the profound and divine interconnectedness with Nature
      and all her children. You cannot honor the sacredness of life unless you love. realizing
      all is energy and all energy possess consciousness and that consciousness is endowed
      with creativity, imprinted with the intent of enhauncing the quality of life, for all of its
      expressions."


   Her children were quiet, drifting along with their thoughts, and some touched their
dreaming selves, this she could clearly see and she took her time until resuming:
   " The magical approach..."
   " Yes?"
   " ...is best described as living with ease and trusting life. This simple formula should not
      be misinterpreted as an excuse for avoiding responsibility or indulging in ignorance,
      no, it is simply advicing do not worry. Life as we know it, is the surface-event of
      grander "invisible" activities taking place within our multidimensional reality, and the you
      that you know is but a fraction  of your greater identity, the real you.
      By relying to your inner purposes and solutions, a sense of relaxation and trust may
      very well dissolve many of your worries, thus many of your problems: the dreaming
      self is extreamly creative, always with your best interests in mind.
      This you came to remember, this you forgot.
      And now you are here, because you all felt it is time to loosen up the restricted self
      and the too narrowed focus with which you have so far interacted with, allowing  new
      concepts and perceptions to expand the nature of your reality."


   It was getting late. Her guests were tired. As all travellers are upon arrival at home.
She was suddenly aware of the fact that her little bed-and-breakfast friend were soon to
be expected. The little hedgehog arrived every night to seek shelter within the raked heap
of leaves she purposly arranged as bedroom. Her body responded to a plesant tickling:
yes, there he was, making himself comfortable., ready to dream.

    " Dearest mother, soon we will go to sleep and tomorrow morning,as you know, we are
     going back to our daily concerns,so, tell us about honoring the feminine."
 
  The old wise woman straightened her back as smile sprinkled her eyes; glistering gems
in misty woods; oceans of playful waters ; timetunnels for carriers of light, and she
responded:


    " Everything is born of the feminine. She is the mother of all things, everthing you
      consider real in your world. She is the magical dreamer of life into existence.
      She is Spider Woman, weaver of the fabrics of life, the connector of all worlds, of
      alla directions, all powers and is therefore situated in the center, the heart..
      She is the Woman of the Waters, distributing the sacred fluids, the sacred bloods
      within all of creation. She is the inner Oracle in the cave of your memories, holding
      memories of past, present and future, knowing the story of all.

      The feminine is within everybody and everything.

      Earth is a living, loving entity and everybody living on her body, all her children,
      carries the imprint of eternal integrity and validity. Each and everyone, the most
      miniscule and the least recognized; atoms, molecules, cells, snnowflakes, viruses,
      flies, worms... and the grandest, as part of the environment; deserts, mountains,
      oceans, valleys.... together with the two-leggeds, the four-leggeds, the crawling
      ones and  the winged ones are all connected and endowed with creativity; the
      purpose of fulfilling its own utmost expression, thus enhauncing the quality of life
      for all of  existence.

      Honoring the feminine is honoring the sacredness of life. No regulation, or law,
      can force you to do that, only love. Because you do not harm, surpress or depleate
      that which you love. By staying in your heart, you honor her. When you do, you feel.
      And when you feel, you connect. Compassion and loving care emanates from that
      place where you know everything and everybody to be one. And, most importantly,
      the knowing that all species and nature itself explores reality from a standpoint of
      good intent. Regardless of  what kind of present reality you form and experiment
      with, no matter how many failures or misconducted situations you find yourself in,
,     personally or collectivly, the initial drive is always of good intent. Remember, always.
      The mother is patient and allowing, all loving, knowing her children are here to learn.
      To playfully know themselves by their creations and to mature into responsibility."

  They were all sleeping. Luminous dream-bodies floated and lingered impatiently, eager to
embark no-time journeys; star-lit highways to realms otherwise obscured by daily concerns.


  And she, the mother, undressed her earthly robes, went  to sleep, to meet with other Earths
and discuss which probable one to choose from in the actualization of the new era, the becoming
Earth. ...    hm, she thought... I´d better take this one with me:
                                          Everything is born of the Feminine           
                                   Nothing should be done to harm the Children
as a founding statement... Trust yourselves, follow heart. Walk the Beauty Way. Honor yourselves
and thereby honor me,  your mother. Despite of what you think, your are doing well.
And remember, as your mother, I´m fine.