Tag - transformation

The Kiss of Awakening

I remember my first proper kiss with my Beloved.  I was distinctly surprised by the passion, intensity and power of the kiss, as until that moment she had seemed quite shy and reserved.  It was a beautiful moment and the power of a kiss is something that has stayed with me.

On one of my many walks on the land I recently remembered the fairy story of Sleeping Beauty and how she is awakened by a kiss from the prince. I was immediately struck that it seemed to be the other way round in my experience and that there was something so magical and powerful about the kiss that I experienced from woman that it gave me the courage to undergo the next challenging part of my own awakening.  To all intents and purposes I was still asleep as I had not yet faced the dragon of old emotional pain that lay waiting for me in the darkest cave of my own deep mother wound. The kisses from my Beloved and our adventures in sacred sexuality was a great motivator to stay the course when things got really challenging!

Looking at things from more of a macro perspective it does seem that in this path of ascension or awakening that it is woman who leads the way.  There are many more women who are immersed in the field of spiritual growth than men and this seems to be connected to some extent by the fact that women are more in their bodies than men.  Giving birth, periods and their connection with Mother Earth the Great Creator Goddess is key in this.  Most of us now know that the we must fully embody our humanity if we are to enter the realms of the 5th dimension or the New Earth in which Love becomes the primary energy as opposed to fear but men often struggle with this.

Men have grown up with the programming that ‘big boys don’t cry’ and have been conditioned to avoid, suppress and numb out any feelings that have been labelled as demonstrating weakness or revealing that they are anything but fully in their strength and power. This seems to be the unconscious message of patriarchy in a disastrous attempt to maintain ‘power over’ and pretend that ‘it’s all okay, everything is under control’ while the planet and sentient beings suffer. Of course women have suffered the craziness of denying emotions too but not to the extent that men have and this is one of the reasons why in the United Kingdom alone 16 men commit suicide every day.

But the reality is that the energy of the Sacred Man is rising. If it is rising in me it is happening in others and recent encounters and feedback from my community of conscious brothers and sisters echoes this. How do we catalyse this further awakening amongst men? One thing for sure is that it is not always helpful for women to keep asking where are all the conscious men? My answer to this is always the same:

Your beliefs will determine your reality.  If you believe there are few conscious men that is what your experience will be. Don’t sit around waiting for them to show up or complaining when the ‘wrong’ man arrives because whoever is there. In front of you, will to some extent, be a mirror reflection of your own inner masculine energy. Focus on healing your own inner masculine because the wounds that patriarchy has inflicted stretch back through many generations and run deep in men and women and there is much work to be done to create the New Earth and merge in the yin yang union of divine masculine and feminine so that we can re-member that we are One. We are Life itself having a human, virtual reality, duality experience. Don’t all the great teachers and mystics say that we experience duality to know Oneness!?  Instead of men and women berating each other why don’t we ask ourselves the question:

What can I do to help and serve my brothers or my sisters?

A safe bet is always: Do your inner work!

Society encourages us to look outside to find peace and happiness but transformation and healing is essentially always an inside job. Others and tools may help but it is us who have to learn to fall in love with ourselves and to do this we must face and banish all that is not love from within.

Let’s not get too hung up on gender and swing the pendulum from patriarchal abuse of power to man bashing and a whole new wave of spiritual bypass feminism.  The crimes against women by man for hundreds of years have been an abomination and so much of this continues right now and although we would do well to alleviate the immediate suffering, the long term solution, the roots of healing the craziness of disharmony between man and woman lies in deepening our own sacred practices and alchemising the divine twin flame union within each of us.

In this life time we are either in a male or female body but let’s not get too fixated about this.  I wonder how many lifetimes I have experienced as a woman? I just happen to be in male body this time but I know that beneath this façade of gender I am genderless.  Beneath the ideas of God or Goddess The Creator, The Great mystery or consciousness is genderless. We are all in this together and now is the time for the laying down of weapons. The time for unity, union, balance and harmony. It sounds very likely that patriarchy hijacked the sleeping beauty story and that its origins actually lie in the Babylonian myth of the Goddess Innana who ventured into the underworld to kiss awake her lover Tammuz. And this myth seems to be happening right now again. We are all living this myth but note that the myth says that Innana kissed Tammuz and he awoke, not that she kicked him and he awoke!!

The kiss of a lover is a powerful and magical act as I know from my own experience.  Let’s facilitate lots of inner kissing of our divine masculine and feminine principles and let’s see how this shows up in the world.  I believe passionate, loving kisses between men and women and women and women and men and men would be a good thing. It doesn’t really bother me who is kissing who. Let’s just focus on kissing ourselves and each other awake.

Love and kisses. Namaste…

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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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Time To Shine

As we draw closer and closer to midsummer Solstice when the sun is at its zenith I am reminded that now is a good time to shine. Now is a time of action, a time when right action that arises from a place of love, from deep within and through, is being asked of us. We are asked to stop playing small and to step up into and be the light, to speak and be our truth so that we might illuminate the way for others who are stirring from their slumber and are ready and willing to do their work, to go to the dark places within to transform their shadows into the light.

As I drop deeper and deeper into the cycles of Mother nature the rhythm of my life becomes the rhythm of Life itself. The past winter months invited me into the depths of the fecund earth within and there was a deep cleansing and sifting and excavating that was done. From this work of the sacred masculine, arose a rich array of poems and prose pieces, the uncut diamonds dug from the deep that I polished and honed until I was ready for them to see the light of day.  And the best gift of this labour is an increasing sense of peace and knowing that I am comfortable and at home in this human skin…for now!

And as the spring months crept in to reveal the birthing of nature’s bounty all around, the momentum of my doing began also to increase.  At the bequest of forces beyond me I was beckoned to up my game and step more fully into the arena of service and contribution.  At first there was a sense of overwhelm and the familiar voice of my inner critic moaned and complained and protested; but when we know that we cannot not do what Life is asking of us we push through the challenging terrain of not knowing and uncertainty, checking in regularly with our honed discernment that our doing has not become another subtle form of self avoidance.   With our internal compass of integrity and self care we put one foot in front of the other as we make this new unique path over virgin ground so that others may follow if they choose.

In the midst of our doing we remember to stop and honour the wisdom of balance and we take stock of our journey, looking back down the path with gratitude for every challenge and obstacle that barred our way temporarily so that we would realise the fullness of our determination, our power and our sense that this path is the one we were destined to travel.

Now is a good time to shine and we know that the brighter the light shines the clearer the shadows become.  Not everyone will welcome our brightness as our beams may illuminate aspects of themselves that they had invested much time and energy in burying! As Marianne Williamson once said: ‘If when you speak, all you are getting is applause, then you are probably not saying the right things.’  Not everyone is comfortable with bright light and over anxious egos will insist that their way is the only ‘right’ way.  And still we keep on shining.  When the wind blows, the fire’s flame may be temporarily diminished but we have a choice to let our light be extinguished or whether this wind will fan our flames to remind us that our light emanates from a glowing ember of love that cannot easily be extinguished. We are reminded that all our lives have been preparing us to do this shining work.  The taunts of ‘Who me?’ and ‘Who do you think you are?’ are welcome companions to ensure our humility and authenticity but they no longer dim our light.

As we make our way towards Summer Solstice I deepen the embrace of  this doing and I know that the darker seasons of autumn and winter will soon enough be with me to go within and mine more treasures to be shared with my tribe. But for now it is a time of celebration and joyous work and coming together and dancing and singing and being alive together under the vastness of the sky on this sacred garden planet. Summer storms and rain will inevitably come and go. But right now, this very moment close your eyes with me, as Life breathes you in and breathes you out, remember, feel it, and know, that now is a good time to shine…

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What If?

What if down is really up and up is really down?

What if this obsession with happiness leads to sadness?

What if technology has nothing to do with giving us freedom and is really about keeping us monitored, subservient, entertained and distracted?

What if this freedom is slavery with invisible shackles?

What if the news hides from us that which we once knew?

What if the truth is hiding in plain sight?

What if some terrorists are really freedom fighters and soldiers are really paid assassins whose destruction leads to huge government contracts for their associates to get rich from, while rebuilding that which they destroyed?

What if schools really have nothing to do with learning and education but are really all about making us obedient and compliant and that the journey to freedom is unlearning that which was imposed upon us in our tender, absorbent, childlike state?

What if children are really our teachers to show us, remind us of what is important?

What if ‘to live outside the law you must be honest’ and to live within the law you must agree to give up your sovereignty and moral compass?

What if prisons are full of people who need help, kindness and compassion and are victims of a mental disease which is the result of an uncaring, cold, insane society?

What if the police are not here for our protection and safety but to protect those who play the music of the pied piper and lead us in our blind trance like dance, closer and closer towards the cliff edge?

What if mental hospitals hide and imprison people who see glimpses of truth and the insane wear suits and carry brief cases and get rewarded for their insanity with fat pay cheques and status and power?

What if medicine and pharmaceuticals have got little or nothing to do with health?

What if priests are really our jailers whose keys and locks keep us from the truth that we are all sparks of the divine; that we need no intermediary for we are already that which we seek?

What if religion has nothing to do with god?

What if what I have been taught that I am is that which I am not?

What if tenderness, vulnerability and self-care are not really weaknesses but are selfless acts of strength and courage?

What if I am losing my memory in order to re-member everything?

What if the lies in the darkness are finally being revealed in the light of truth?

What if the end they call death is really the beginning?

What if the veil of illusion is growing thinner?

‘What if non are more hopelessly enslaved than those who believe they they are free?’

What if you are awakening from a dream and while reading these words you feel a pang of resonance deep inside your being and you don’t fall back to sleep?

What if it is time to wake up?

 

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Yesterday I Fell…

…the challenges had been coming too quick and fast and I didn’t have enough time to regroup and centre myself. I forgot about me and tried to carry too much.  The fear touched some tender scars and the discomfort in my body clouded my vision and I lost sight of who I really am. My little boy got scared and the man was a little too hard on him.

Yesterday I fell, I held space for those who I was responsible for as best as I could and gave my best knowing that it was good enough. In the giving I received and I was reminded of my worth. It needed to be a gentle day. Everything that was not immediately necessary was put on hold while I rested in my falling, while I viewed everything from my new vantage point in the corner of my world with my arms hugging my tucked up knees and my head bowed.  I rocked myself gently.

Yesterday I fell and yet my friend phoned asking if now was a good time to call. And I replied that the timing was perfect and I gave thanks for the beauty of friends and connection and I spoke my truth from a tender vulnerable place inside me. And I missed him when he was gone.

Yesterday I fell and still I moved around the grey alien landscape of the supermarket buying groceries that would be needed for the imminent arrival of my son so that there would be wholesome sustenance for both of us. I moved around the distant world getting stuff done and the shapes of people were unaware that I had fallen.

Yesterday I fell and still my soul heard the call and my heavy legs walked the sanctuary of my hills, plodding my way up to the summit and turning to face the sun that appeared momentarily from behind the thick, mottled clouds. I lay and allowed my body to be held by the earth and I breathed it all in and breathed it all out allowing the sun’s rays into my wide open mouth and then gulped and swallowed lungs full of sunshine into me.

Yesterday I fell and so I took myself to bed early and snuggled myself under the comfort of my warm soft covers and felt my fallen-ness. I felt the heavy sensations in my tired body and with my mind I caressed my weariness.

Yesterday I fell and today I awake to the sound of rain outside my open window. The clouds have broken and let fall their cleansing drops and the air feels fresher and lighter again. There was not a spectacular sunrise to be seen today but never the less a new day has dawned.  My tender heart reminds me to go gently for today I rise again. Today is a new day and today I rise and I am at peace knowing that ‘all is well and all manner of things shall be well,’ in spite of the fact and partly because…yesterday I fell.

 

 

 

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