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Don’t Be Positive Be Real!

We live in a society that insists that we should strive for happiness and this is a valid aspiration but what we are not told is that in order to experience happiness we must also experience sadness.  To deny half of the rich landscape of human emotions is to deny life.

Until we fully surrender to the duality and polarity of this earth realm we cannot know unity and Oneness.  We came here to experience a rich blend of what it is to be human so that we might remember our divinity and yet while we numb, avoid and distract ourselves from the full experience of what it is to be human we remain in limbo.

Much of this is related to having the courage to make the epic journey from our heads back to our hearts where we become acutely attuned to our feelings and emotions. We were taught that good little girls were nice and that big boys don’t cry.  This conditioning is woven deeply into the fabric of our western culture and ironically is the result of massive amounts of suffering in the form of mental and physical dis-ease.

In her book Active Hope, Joanna Macey talks about how the first step to becoming fully committed to service is ‘feeling the grief of the world.’ When we have the courage to return to our hearts we cannot help but be deeply affected and moved by the suffering of children, women, men and all sentient beings.  When we feel this fully we cannot help but be moved to act from a place of love to alleviate the suffering in the world. If the suffering were not so normalised by the media as something that is unavoidable in our modern world we would initially be in a constant state of grief.  Injustice and suffering is usually portrayed as something happening in a far away land that we can do nothing about and has little do with us.  But this is not true.  We are all immensely powerful beings and small acts of kindness and service that are repeated consistently result in massive changes. Every thought, word and action affects the collective of humanity.  This growing awareness, raising of consciousness is what is happening now.  There is a quiet revolution of love taking place beneath the radar and largely ignored by the mainstream media.

It’s not that we are supposed to live in a constant state of grief because there is so much beauty and kindness in the world and the miracle of this being human is something to be grateful for and celebrated every day.  These senses, this incredible mind, these bodies that are each a microcosm of the infinite universe. It’s so massive and incredible that often it is hidden in plain sight until we begin to see with the eyes of the heart.

So I find myself often feeling a blend, a rope that is woven from two strands.  One is sadness at the extent of suffering that we humans perpetuate and the other is sheer joy and gratitude for this unfathomably magical human experience.  The key seems to be that we embrace all of it in its beautiful messiness.  The more we are able to do this the more alive we become and begin moving toward operating at our true potential as beings of light and power as well as flawed humans.  Instead of being engulfed by our emotions, by the inevitable ups and downs of life, we observe them with the innocence of the child of our being.

The more we can be real and honour all of our feelings the more we find peace and the energy that was locked away in denial and numbing and business can be spent on love in action as we go about our lives.  The aspiration to just ‘be positive’ will, in the long term, only cause suffering and is a disguised request to deny the fullness of life and our human experience. We are disempowered in this way and become obsessed with seeking happiness externally through material wealth, false status, external validation and power.  And when we can’t run from the discomfort of our feelings and are engulfed by depression or they manifest as illness we feel shame and guilt for not being positive; we give ourselves a hard time for having a hard time, which only exacerbates our suffering.

It is time to stop worshiping at the altar of positivity and get real.  Feel it all, embrace it all, for in so doing we paradoxically transform the intensity of the pain and we realise that this is it.  There is no promised land, ascension is here and now living from a balance between head and heart, a union of the divine twin flame masculine and feminine energy within each of us.  When we truly embody this a peace descends upon us and we know ‘that all is well and all manner of things shall be well’ and we return to alignment of who we truly are; our present state becomes more infused with love and compassion for ourselves and all our brothers and sisters.

Let’s not be positive, let’s embrace the negative too and watch them both dissolve because both are really just illusions of judgement, let’s have the courage to be real and feel and heal!

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Autumn Moments

The brambles, with their spiky tendrils now offer their sweet blackberries too.

Which will you choose?

What path will you take now that you have arrived here?

What treasures of heart and mind have you harvested these long summer days?

What roads have you traveled with sunshine and rain, through the labyrinth of thoughts and emotions?

Who are you now that you were not, before these summer moons had passed?

The adventure of this being human unfolds as we feel the turning of our leaves and a richness within that we have gathered from a collection of myriad moments. gifted to us to arrange and sort and sift through at our pleasure.

Do not miss the opportunity to witness, to observe, to drink in these moments. They are priceless for they are really all we ever have. Sacred moments that tumble and spin together like golden leaves caught in a swirling dance, only to be blown from our memories, though they still leave a subtle trace in our hearts.

O the fleetingness of these moments, the fragility of breath, the beauty, the ugliness, the distorted and the magnificent, the pain and the sheer joy of this human existence at this autumn time.

The cool morning air from the open window is felt upon my human edges.

My skin feel s and my heart feels and all of my body is awash with sensations, tingling, humming, vibrating; I am energy dancing;  fast and frenetic and a slow gentle waltz.

And though the boughs of my life feel heavy at times for they are laden with juicy apples,  this heaviness is welcome for there is a weight of certainty behind my knowing that all is well.

The air is cool and yet the sun will rise again, there will be warmth before the light fades and this day is also done.

The wheel of life keeps on turning and I will watch and learn and feel, ever more fully, more deeply, more gratefully, knowing the sacredness of these autumn moments.

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The Rising of the Sacred, Primal Masculine

I feel it rising in me as I deepen my rewilding.  My embracing of my humanness, the earthiness, the darkness deep within the earth is within me too and it is welcome for it will not be denied. It has not always been this way for me and so as I change, I see this changing and rising in brothers that I know too. I am witnessing this masculine energy being purified in women also.  Beneath the thin veneer of male or female bodies we are genderless in the dance of divine masculine and feminine energies.

We are all doing our best and it is a hard road to travel at times. When all the external forces and internal voices of fear attempt to hold us back, to keep us in the false distorted ideas of what a man or a woman is.

I see that central to mans journey to sacred masculinity is to have the courage to feel that which we were afraid to feel. To leave the realm of the head and return to the kingdom of the heart, to transform the old pain so there is potential to experience Life in a way that we never thought possible; to realise that we have been asleep for so long, imprisoned behind the numb bars of the mind.
In the deepest darkest scariest places is where our treasure lies. The feelings of past unexpressed feelings are that dark cave and the treasure is guarded by dragons. But the dragons are actually beautiful when we get to know them, when we begin to dance with fear and ride on the back of dragons miracles happen!

There are millions of wounded men who had no role models, we were shamed by fathers and mothers, our fathers were absent or beat us or mocked us. We were taught that big boys don’t cry so all our pain got locked away. My step mother used to say to me ‘I’ll give you something to cry for.’ when I cried and she would hit me. My tears still do not flow as freely as I would like them to. 🙁

We men need the kindness, compassion and understanding of woman because we too have been abandoned, abused and left feeling lost and disoriented. That doesn’t mean that women should take any shit off us either!! There is a place for soft and tough Love.

Remember that the work we do to reunite the divine masculine and feminine within each of us is not just for ourselves. We are creating a new template for the children and the generations to come. It may take generations before True Love between man and woman becomes the norm but the journey IS the destination. And it may happen in a moment too! We do this work for us and to serve the collective and the innocent children to come. We are the trailblazers and doing this work is a good way to spend our precious time here on planet earth!!

The primal Shakti infused masculine is rising. We men our now give ourselves permission to embody all aspects of sacred masculinity.
Keeping the faith and keeping our hearts open is key. Let’s not make man or woman the enemy. Let’s keep nurturing our tender strength and compassion for ourselves and our brothers and sisters as we continue walking each other home.  We either do this all together or not at all. Namaste <3

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Chasing Rainbows

You are the rainbow and you keep chasing after yourself when if you just stood still, really still, inside and out, you might just see the beauty and miracle of the full spectrum of your light colours!

Where do you think the colours of your chakras come from?  You are the light that shines through the prism of your being to manifest the full spectrum of rainbow colours.

The rainbow doesn’t cease when it hits the earth, it continues through the earth and rejoins itself in the sacredness of the One circle.

Stop looking for yourself with your eyes. The senses will only ever point you in the right direction but they belong to this human identity.  You must stop relying on your egoic mind and senses as guides to bring you home to your self.  They will take you so far but then you must say goodbye to these guides, to this human identity, if you want to travel beyond the doors of perception to the realm of The Great Mystery.

You are both the rainbow that you see on the horizon and the rainbow itself.

That’s why there is a metaphorical pot of gold at the foot of the rainbow. The gold is the gold of your being, your presence, the divinity that you are but have forgotten.

This world is somnambulistic, it puts you to sleep and the journey to the rainbow within yourself is your awakening.

And in truth you are always awake.  It is that which notices your sleeping, that is the presence which is always awake. Otherwise how would you recognise that you were asleep?

Yes there is a journey of ascension and you are already there. The journey is to know and embody the truth that you are already there.  The Great Mystery is the I AM that is at your core.  You are the centre of the universe and the universe is the centre of you.

It’s all a great big joke; a paradox. There is nowhere to go but only the allowing of the falling away of that which conceals the knowing that you are and always shall Be.

Beyond, beneath the dance of man and woman, beneath and beyond the dance of masculine and feminine principles you always are and always will be The One!

We weren’t supposed to get too hung up on the steps of the dance or having the right partner. The dance of man and woman is a vehicle to assist you in transcending the illusion of duality.  At the core of man and woman is the genderless, sexless One. The invitation is to lose the sense of ‘self’ in the beauty of the dance itself. The Uni-verse, the one song of Life.

Stop chasing rainbows and know, really know that the rainbow you are chasing is the light shining through the diamond prism of your being. You are the pot of gold you seek. You are home.

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Bring Him Home – The Sacred Masculine Is Coming Home

As a writer, it’s a really good sign when I wake up and I know that I just have to get my laptop and write; that there is an excitement in me, a buzzing in my solar plexus and I just have to write.  There is something in me which needs to be expressed; I can’t not write!

So here it is and it is so welcome as it marks the passing of a time of ‘writers block’ where the creativity wasn’t flowing.  I understand this too as there was and still is to some extent, (though the bottom of the trough has been reached) a deep clearing taking place.  A couple of months now of physical discomfort, a greyness to the days and a flat melancholy for company, though for no apparent reason.  And now there is a rising. A deeper knowing that the sacred masculine is coming home.

What does this mean? It means that the true nature of man in his clear unified, balanced, untainted potential is becoming realised, he is returning; a new man who is not riddled with the false beliefs and wounds and programmes imposed by a lost society, an story whose time has come and  is fast crumbling. A man who accesses his sovereign self and lives from a place of integrity and courage and honour as best as he can. Moving forward always, even in the sinking and the grey landscapes he must traverse, there is the moving forward, a deeper coming home to himself. Coming home to woman. Coming home to meet and unite in divine twin flame union within himself so that the two can become one and the holy trinity can be birthed, realised; this is that extra piece that is referred to in the saying ‘the whole is more than the sum of the parts.’ In our case for my beloved and I the first birthing has been the book ‘Bring Him Home – A Twin Flame Love Story’ which is a new story to catalyse the homecoming of the sacred masculine. It is to plant seeds of hope and love and courage in the hearts of man and women because we are all in this together. It is a new template. And it was written to illustrate how the bringing home of the sacred masculine is not just the work of men. Conscious or twin flame relationship is a catalytic dynamic in this alchemical process.

The book Bring Him Home got its title from the divine feminine. My twin flame heard the words clearly and when she told me what she had heard I broke down in tears. I knew what they meant. And though the road was and is a wild and scary and beautiful one I could not not travel it.  I am connecting now, particularly now in this eclipse season, with many other men who are on the road home. The time of the lone wolf is over. Increasingly we men will travel together in brotherhood. And as I say the divine feminine is very much involved in this homecoming because the two are inextricably entwined; yin and yang, both contained within each other. This masculine and feminine energy is genderless. We men need the love and compassion and understanding of woman but don’t take any shit off us either! . It’s been a hard road to travel and we know the path of the sacred feminine has been too. We need each other now. This is the time of balance and union.

We men need the love and compassion of our women and as woman supports her man she also heals her own inner masculine. The divine feminine and divine masculine nourish and guide and lead each other on this epic journey back to the heart, back home to truth.

A second woman told me recently that she also heard the words Bring Him Home in relation to her man. So if there is another woman who has heard this command I would be delighted to hear from you, not that I really need evidence of what I know deeply and clearly. The divine feminine energy awakening happened first, it would seem; perhaps to prepare the way for the sacred masculine? The sleeping beauty fairy tale with a twist where She kisses Him awake!

So, yes, he is coming home, sacred masculinity is rising. It is time. We do our work so that the new earth can be birthed and that our children and the generations to come can know heaven on earth. The sacred masculine is coming home. I will see you on the road and we can share tales and sit around the fire at night while we rest and share the adventures we have had and of the ones yet to come.

 

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The Broken Drum

I am a broken drum that was neglected for a while.

You might not know that I was broken but I am.

One day I fell and now my wood is cracked.

I thought that I was not worthy of being played because I was damaged and imperfect and my shame kept me silent.

But I discovered by chance that if my skin is warmed and I am given a little love my beat still travels and enters the places where it is needed.

My song is launched into the eternity of space and bounces like a cosmic pinball off distant stars and planets.

And sometimes the human wound is the place where I enter as my low, gentle sound permeates and weaves its way deeply in.

My imperfect vibration hums home and sets the particles of being to dance and realign and clear.

For there is always clearing to be done in this earth realm, there is always space for one more sacred song to be sung by a broken drum.

Always a deeper layer as round and round life’s spiral dance whirls.

I am a broken drum who sometimes feels shame for his brokenness.

I feel it fully and surrender knowing that it was not my fault that I fell from the wall where I was hung.

The present is my home now and though I may fall again, I shall rise again too, like the wooden beater as it strikes the skin, stretched tight over my broken wooden frame.

I am a broken drum and I fell and my wood is cracked.

And yet still my heart song plays on.

 

 

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