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LOVE IS OUR DESTINY

I stand in awe of the voice that is rising from the Women’s March the world over, a voice that can no longer be silenced.  A collective voice is organizing and mobilizing to shift an old and outdated paradigm that is no longer serving the evolution of our times. This excerpt from the forthcoming, A Feminine Path to Enlightenment, speaks to finding the inner authority within each of us to guide our collective destiny to love.

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WOMEN’S MARCH SANTA FE, NEW MEXICO

There is an inner authority. It is not the voice of your mother. It is not the voice of your father. It is not the voice of your teacher or anyone who you believed at one time in your life held more power than you.

These authority figures have been given power over our soul. They have dominated the truth of who we are until we are too blind to see. We have been made deaf, dumb and blind by the authorities in our families, our cultures, our churches, our governments, for it keeps us from finding an inner authority.

There is fear that if each individual listened to the voice of their inner authority there would be chaos and a loss of control. It is this fear that has kept us dominated and suppressed by authority voices that at one time may have been outside of us but now live within our mind; directing and controlling our heart and soul. Yet our soul longs to be free from domination.

In 2005 I traveled with my daughters to Thailand. Elephants are a big part of the tourist industry. You can ride them, feed them and in certain places, watch them paint. It is not the true nature of an elephant to paint a picture or be a performer. A trainer, an outer authority, imposes this idea on the elephant for their own gain, not to benefit the elephant.

To train an elephant it must first be held captive. The baby elephant will run. Of course it will, that is its nature. So it must be chained for the elephant is strong. For a time the elephant will try and run but as it pulls on the heavy chain it cannot go anywhere.

Eventually the elephant resigns. It gives up the struggle. At that point it no longer needs a heavy chain to hold it back. All it takes is a small rope; a small rope around the foot of the elephant keeps it in place. It has been broken. Something inside the elephant has died. It has forgotten how powerful it is because others have imposed their ideas on the elephant about what it should do and who it should be.

And we are like that.

Broken.

Held back.

In order to be held back and broken a part of us has to die. We die every time we listen to the outside voices of authority and accept them as our own. Our truth dies. Our gifts die. Our talents die. Our Soul voice dies.

When your voice is not heard, when your soul is not shared, we all suffer. It is not enough to heal our unresolved pain to prevent the harmful imprint on our planet and our loved ones. We must then find our voice, step into our gifts and share what we are meant to share in the world.

It is beauty.

It is love.

This is our destiny.

 

If you would like support to embody the vibration of love and deepen the connection to our Earth Mother A Vow To Love is an online video series that launches on the New Moon, January 27th for $25.00. Register now and get the early bird rate of $20.17. Find out more here.

A VOW TO LOVE

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In February of 2015, grief irrevocably changed my life as only death can. Grief is necessary after a profound loss but I retreated into a spiral of stories I had attached to this passage; old and ancient tales that let me play it small, full of themes that assured me…

  • You are not enough.
  • Who do you think you are anyway?
  • You will never be happy.
  • You are nothing but an imposter.
  • All roads lead to disappointment.

Pretty limiting story lines to keep me safe, keep me small, while lowering my risk to pain since the bar was set pathetically low.

Then Trump was elected.

And I woke from a slumber.

There is no more hiding, no more playing it small. Each of us are being asked to step into our power, not in dominion over another, but as a full embodiment of our soul’s purpose, our Dharma.

“We are children of Spirit, born from a source of love that is our birthright. We have lost our identity with the aspect of our being that is Infinite.

We have a strong identification with our finite being as if we birth from lack and limitation. We build our life on belief systems that say I am not enough as if our wisdom arises from a finite source that only comes through life experiences that limit what we know.

We are also a source of infinite wisdom, beyond our fear and doubt. Once we wholeheartedly know that, yes, we are a daughter/son of Spirit, a child born of Oneness, then the vastness of that intelligence is our intelligence too for it is that from which we are born. This too is part of our DNA.

The wisdom of the stars resides in us. The wisdom of the Earth lives in us for we are born of that and to that we return.

What to do with this short time we are here?

What to do with the fleeting life we are given?

How do we spend our time for our very brief stay here on Earth?”

We launch our journey, A Vow To Love, on the first New Moon of 2017. Our world is currently dominated by an old paradigm of patriarchal doctrine that lacks vision for protecting our planet and reveres policies of exclusion.

This journey is not a political one but a personal one; one created with the intention of awakening a seed in each of us so we may be a catalyst for love in whatever way we are called to serve. As we anchor a vibration of love within us, we bring that love into the world around us.

full-moon_2_2-2“We each have a mythical mountain to climb in this lifetime. It is our spiritual journey. There are many struggles to overcome and challenges to rise above. In this way it is a climb.

The climb is not a race to the top nor is it a competition to see who can get there first. We do not climb to say we have conquered the mountain.

So why do we climb? Why begin the ascent at all?

Our spiritual journey allows us to see from the widest possible perspective. From the summit of a mountain we can see in all directions. We can see what is above and what is below. Our vantage point is elevated so our vision broadens. We climb in order to see, wide and clear.”

A Vow To Love opens us to new ways of seeing and sensing our bodies and its connection to the body of Earth. Practices are organized by the four elements and are offered via email through video and written word.

At the heart of this course is a series of 7 videos, each about 30 minutes in length, that guide you through meditations to align with love and deepen the connection to our Earth Mother using movement, sound, breath and music. They are like taking a private class from the comfort of home.

If you feel called to take the journey register early for the special rate of only $20.17. On January 27th the cost will be $25.00.

I hope you join me.

Sat Nam
Truth Is My Identity

Please Note: words in italics are excerpted from the forthcoming “A Feminine Path to Enlightenment”

 

 

POWER CORRUPTED

We have let the necessities of life and the very basic need for survival shape the nature of power. There is a have and have not consciousness that has segregated humanity in nearly every culture in our world. Those that have the resources are the ones that have power. Those without, do not.

The two have become equal; money and power.

There is truth in this in so far as those that have the resources can wield their power through fear. If there is fear you will lose your job, fear you will lose your income, fear you will not be able to provide for your family, then someone else has power over you. You have given your power to an authority outside of yourself. This is true to the extent that you are human but to the extent that you are divine, creative and omnipotent, then this is not truth.

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Of course there is resistance to a threat in power. There is a lack of collective will to make fundamental change. When did we become sheep? How have we, the most powerful species on our good Earth, been corralled and led so far astray from the true nature of our own power?

Global poverty, human torture, tyrannical governments and war ravage our planet. Many people lack the most basic freedoms. The crisis of our human condition can overwhelm us. I am one little person. What difference can I make? What can I possibly do to restore power on our planet?

The way to cope has been to collapse under the oppressive weight of responsibility. Apathy sets in. Why should I bother? Hopelessness takes hold. There is nothing I can do that will change anything. It is another way our powerlessness is perpetuated. It is an epidemic. We have spiraled into this lost cavern of despair so nothing changes in the imbalance of power. Apathy is the root cause of global suffering due to powerlessness.

We hold the truth that nothing I do will really matter or make a difference. We cannot see how anything will help bring equality to the masses or end world hunger or stop the destruction of our planet. If this is what you believe then this way of thinking becomes self-fulfilling but recognize that this belief system is corrupted.

This ideology has been laid down by false prophets that have held power by driving their own agendas to the fore at the expense of others. The system must then be manipulated to guard and protect the power that has been measured by the amount of material goods. They too are in denial of what is the truth of power. The belief that accumulating wealth is the path to freedom and salvation is the lie that lay upon their soul.

from the forthcoming A Feminine Path to Enlightenment

On Thanksgiving morning I hiked through Plaza Blanca with a despacho, two dogs and a drum. I once followed a trail of trickling water through precipitous passages in this mystical landscape. With no map for guidance, the trust and support of another was all there was to rely on to traverse the unknown, rugged terrain.
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Our uncharted trek led to an impasse from which water fell between white and black mountains, a sacred union of all that is dark and all that is light. I vowed to return for ceremony to this sacred womb of Mother Earth.

As I carried my despacho full of prayers, with two of my favorite hiking companions at my side, my mind could not escape the corruption of the holiday.

We stand at the precipice of a critical planetary evolution and the First Americans are under siege at Standing Rock for protecting our water. Decisions made now will have a devastating impact on our climate, our Earth and her resources leaving a shameful legacy of destruction for future generations to come.

The First Americans are teaching us how to be in right relationship with our Mother, the Earth. The First Americans are showing us how to walk in prayer. The First Americans are personifying the way of peace. The First Americans are living and breathing what it means to Love.

The way of Love is extremely courageous. Love must stand and face life not as we want it to be but as it is. Love requires us to hold a position with honor and respect. Love does not allow us to select who to love and who not to love. Love encompasses all. img_1778

As I hike through Plaza Blanca, a sacred land owned by Muslims, I carry prayers in a despacho from a Peruvian tradition in the Andes. I beat a drum and sing chants to our Earth Mother.

I have walked many paths and traditions in my life, a freedom granted by the very foundation of what it is to be American yet we are turning those freedoms against the First Americans with rubber bullets, water cannons, tear gas and pepper spray.

And still they stand.

Our country is clinging to an old paradigm of patriarchal power that believes it has dominion over our Earth and others.

We have been gifted a planet of great beauty with everything we need to not only survive but thrive. Who are the caretakers and stewards of the land upon which we live?

It is us.

It is you.

It is me.

We can be overwhelmed thinking we cannot change the world so we give up hope.

But we can change ourself and this is where we have influence.

The First Americans are showing us the way.

And the way is Love.

 

 

Throughout our latest presidential campaign I was particularly quiet with any political postings. Once Bernie left I found little inspiration in a campaign reduced to mean-spirited bullying driving our country to deeper divide.

Election Day felt dismal right up to the moment I voted yet once I circled the little bubble on my ballot for Hilary my angst turned to pride. My humble vote was being propelled in history by electing the first woman for president.

And then the results hit. We are now lambasted with news that dissects every what if as we grapple with the question, how did this happen?

As power is shifting into the hands of a conservative, anti-almost anything I stand for government, my concern is for my daughters who face losing a freedom of choice that I have been granted along with a legacy of planet destruction that may not be safe for any grandchildren to inhabit. It is easy to succumb to despair and lose any sense of hope yet we are all granted the power to make a difference. As shock recedes and reality glares, I find myself catalyzed.

The recovery of the Feminine is my personal path of healing and the message I carry as dharma yet I have been hiding behind excuses for the past year and a half using fear and doubt to justify my inactions. Rather than create fear, the election of Trump has helped me remember why I am here. There is no more time for hiding. There is no more room for excuses.

This past weekend a simple offering to restore right relationship, or ayni, was made to Pachamama to honor the Masculine and Feminine. Feathers and flowers, a tarantula and snakeskin held intentions and prayers.

May we honor and respect each other and our differences.
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May we shed the borders that divide us based on color, gender, race and creed.
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May patience and fortitude guide us through these turbulent times.
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May our new leaders see through the eyes of compassion and kindness to be of service to humanity for the greatest good of all.
(Flowers)

Join me as a catalyst for Love. It is time to embody the deep Feminine within us in order to bring balance to the world around us. To meet that need I have begun to create an offering compiled from thirty years in the healing arts, both personally and professionally. Through video, audio and written word we will gather online to strengthen the Feminine with Kundalini kriyas, clearing and detoxification rituals, automatic writing and ceremony to connect us more deeply to the wisdom of our body and the body of our Mother Earth, Pachamama.

The collective intention is to anchor love more deeply and empower our Feminine Wisdom. Our personal healing is what ripples into the world we inhabit with our families and communities. That is where our true power resides. My intention is to make this offering available by the first lunar cycle of 2017 starting on the New Moon.

naked-rockBe an Anchor In Love.

It is time.

When I first heard the infamous Trump tape I felt a self protective recoil. Even though the intended threat had long passed through time and space it viscerally sent me shrinking in terror to a deep, dark hiding place of shame. My personal evolution is an ongoing recovery of the Feminine. As each woman adds her voice and shares her story the power of the collective Feminine grows. This excerpt from the forthcoming “A Feminine Path to Enlightenment” speaks to the national conversation currently taking place on the sexual violation of women.

These are times of great evolutionary change as we move from a pervasive patriarch dominating our consciousness to a remembering of the force of our feminine. Balance of our feminine and masculine nature is fundamental to bring balance to the planet on which we live.

This domination has taken deep root in our psyche and is obvious when we see the rights of women publicly thwarted the world over through culture, religion, politics and law. Yet for those of us who may believe we are liberated from oppression, this insidious weight shackles the voice of our feminine in covert shadows beyond the bounds of our own awareness.

I did not expect the weight of this oppression to reveal itself while making love to a man I trusted. After a climax of intense pleasure an ache to feel my lover deep inside was met with his command that he was going to make me wait for him. This made me want him even more.

Slowly he began to enter and once inside he could not hold back from thrusting deeper. He seemed precipitously close to getting off. My throat choked in disappointment. He said he was going to wait. Now I wasn’t so sure. I numbed my heart and silently waited for him to come. He pulled out, delaying his own gratification, to let me know I was worth waiting for.

His unexpected action seemed to release eons of emotions. What began to crystallize through my tears was a feeling of being used by men for their own satisfaction. His act of pulling out meant I was more than a body to gratify his physical urgency. It was a deep bow to the Goddess in a way I had never felt before.

This awareness of being used by men resided deep within me as a collective knowing. Somewhere in our cellular memory a woman knows what it feels like to be used, manipulated, oppressed or violated, whether it is ripe in her consciousness or not. And what was more painful than being used was what lay beneath.

For in order to be used I had to deem myself worthless. My needs held less value than the love or security of a man. The voice of my own feminine held less power than that of the masculine. To sacrifice our soul for a misaligned belief is painful. The revelation in my bedroom seemed to open the doorway for another feminine voice to unleash itself a few days later.

A patient I worked with had COPD (chronic obstructive pulmonary disease). After being hit with a second bout of pneumonia I had her sit forward, propped on pillows to work the muscles in and around her shoulders stressed by the very act of breathing.

“Why does this pain on the left side of my neck nag me all the time?” she asked.

She had no idea what a big question she was asking. I could feel her bitter heart twisted in pain. I knew much of her pain had to do with the relationship of her own feminine and masculine energies. How could I language what I felt in order to answer her question? At 68 years old what was she ready to “see”?

“Has there ever been a man in your life you felt you could completely count on?” I asked her.

“Never. I have felt more like a slave.”

She began to recount stories of relationships, including one marriage, that felt more like prison sentences than partnerships.

“Nobody taught me anything about life. When I got married I didn’t know what to expect. I had no idea sex was part of it. I didn’t even know how you got pregnant. I had to figure everything out myself.

Every man I was ever with wanted me to wake up at 5 am to make coffee and get his breakfast ready. I was never allowed to sleep in. While he relaxed it was my job to clean up. Every meal was like this. Me fixing the food. Waiting on him. Cleaning up while he rested. I wasn’t allowed to watch television. I could never do anything I wanted to do. Every day I had work to do. I had to paint, fix up the house, keep everything clean. One man had a camper he used for hunting. I would not be allowed out until I cleaned up the whole thing for him. Blow jobs were expected whenever he wanted them. Sex always made me feel dirty.

I still think about relationships. I would like to have someone to be affectionate with but I have gotten so bitter. It’s just not worth it. When I see young women catering to men I tell them to stand up for themselves. I try to help them.”

Not every situation is so extreme. And women the world over are subjected to much deeper abuse and oppression. Whatever the level of suffering, whether obvious or hidden, the stories unravel to the same thread of powerlessness. It insidiously weaves the collective matrix of the feminine through personal threads of oppression. How the feminine has been held within us is how we have held the collective feminine around us. We are part of, therefore, cannot be separate from, this collective wounding.

I was not sure what would happen when I opened this conversation yet I stood in awe at her understanding and awareness. I honored her courage to share and her strength to endure. For the first time she felt heard.

There is much more work to be done but from what I see we are waking up I told her. Every time you stand up for yourself you are influencing your circle of the world to wake up.

She beat herself up for not seeing things sooner. I don’t know if we were ready for this conversation sooner but one thing is certain. We are ready now.

Of course the answer does not lie in a bitter heart. The solution is not to cut yourself off from relationships to save yourself from pain. She knows the work is in learning to love herself.

She learned this she said from watching TV.

If you know me or follow my blog you might remember I was lost on a mountain last year with my dog Jethro. Oddly enough, through that formidable ordeal, there was never a moment of fear. What I am terrified of though are my feelings, the intimate ones that ache when hurt, the tender ones that fear rejection.

Thirty years ago I bent backward over a bioenergetic stool in the Upper East side office of Alexander Lowen. Lowen was a pioneer in body mind psychotherapy and the father of Bioenergetics. He instructed me to breathe. A spontaneous convulsion of sobs rocked my body. He summed up my condition with this phrase.

You are scared to death. 

I had no idea what he was talking about. I never felt afraid. As a matter of fact, before the insurgent sobbing, I was numb to feeling anything in my body. I scoffed at his diagnosis.

Somehow he saw, deep in the shadows, a little one buried in fear. One who believed she would never be loved. This is the bedrock I have built my life upon, a misguided truth that I am not loveable. A truth born from voices outside that shamed my feelings into submission until the outside voices became my own.

Yes I am scared to death. Not the specific kind of fear that is scared of snakes or heights or small, dark spaces but a nameless fear that has seeped into every cell, tightened every muscle and twisted every thought in a relentless drive to find security.

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There is a shape that fear has. Fear contracts us to the smallest denomination of ourself so we cannot be seen. Fear builds a fortress of protection around our heart through a contortion of muscles that keeps pain out and insures nothing gets in.

Somewhere inside another voice whispers. One too faint to hear beneath the armor. It is the voice that brings my head to the floor each morning in my practice of yoga. A voice that can only be heard once the armor melts.

Yoga changes the shape of fear. Little by little, ancient tensions bound in bone and sinew lose their grip. Truth is found when the armor cracks. Demons hiding in darkness tumble awkwardly through an opening leaving us existentially naked in the dawning light of truth.

Yoga opens our most vulnerable heart in a deepening dance between the retreat in to darkness and the revelation in to light. Yoga changes the shape of our heart. A shape that learns to let the love in.

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