The sweetness of being loved by Self

It is hard for me to find adequate words for the experience I find myself immersed in. I am in awe and floating in an ocean of gratitude for the tender loving care I am experiencing at the hands of my Self as she heeded my call for support in healing and transmuting the distortions I hold in my field. Another way of describing said distortions would be trauma,...

Lessons on Being and Relating

I am feeling the end of a large cycle in my life. About two decades of learning multidimensional lessons on relationships, self love and sovereignty. Looking back I am in awe and gratitude for the growth, knowledge, integration and wisdom these life lessons brought to me. I am grateful for the friends, lovers and partners who availed themselves in this game of consciousness playing at being one and many....

Beginning

Do not touch me and keep your soul out of your fingertips… Die into me or don’t come to me at all. ~ Oriah Mountain Dreamer Happy new year,  Happy new being. Welcoming new baselines for relating, Welcoming new soul tribe who are destined to share and create with me. Welcoming fellow mystics, spiritual warriors, sky fathers, earth mothers, healers, shamans, alchemists and divine children and our magical co-creations....

The Inner Child and The Beloved

I have a triune inner child made up of the innocent and pure essence of my being, the wounded child frozen in time and pain and the warrior protecting the wounded child. For the longest time I have thought of my inner protector as an adult and powerful aspect of myself as my perception of her was colored by a deep set and disempowered victim mindset and perception. Through...

Catharsis

I haven’t cried this much while reading a book in decades. I cried over the perpetuations of pain across generations, the relational mutilation of the men I know intimately and love, the pain their pain brought to our relationships and me, I cried over all the wasted energy in attempting to understand, help and support when the men were too blind or afraid to truly face their truth and...

Heart message

This image resonated deeply with my heart and made me come back to it again and again until I heard the message I was meant to hear in full. My heart whispered: “If someone, whom your conditioning, culture, religion or society has labeled as “less than,” enters your experience pause and expand into full presence. Know viscerally that the differences your mind seems to perceive are mere illusions in...

Love as an Inside Job

When feeling the lack of reciprocity in a relationship and my confused and wounded inner child reaches her sticky little hands to grasp for a beloved’s love, care or attention my impersonal self takes her little hands, gently cleaning them while speaking of our wholeness to her.  She calls in the part who learned to be incredibly attentive, caring, loving and present with partners, their needs, wants and desires...

Completion

Attachment to depth attracted shallowness,  Attachment to the inner attracted the outer. Preference for emotional and spiritual intimacy attracted mere mental and physical intimacy.  Preference and attachment to anything creates the experience of the contrast and thereby cultivates suffering. Such is the price of choosing to play in duality and separation consciousness. Stepping back, releasing attachments and preferences, moving into equanimity and freedom from cycles of self-perpetuated and co-created...

Manifesting

“Manifestation can only be satisfying and truly effective when it arises out of the Being state of consciousness” ~ Eckhart Tolle I have been contemplating for the past couple of days how manifestation techniques change with the expansion of our access of consciousness and self-integration work. As we progress less and less of our willfulness and physical doing is called for in the earlier stages of manifesting, and in...

Dreamtime

For a while now I have been having seemingly disjointed episodical dreams with an underlying theme which kept eluding my mind until this morning. Every episode allowed me, as the lucid dreamer, to observe the dream self interact with people from previous chapters in my life and people I haven’t met in this life. Every night seems to come with a parade of people that are revisited and released...

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