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In Nature there is a great silence. Stand in the middle of the forest and you will come to know its immenseness. You will find it in the mountains standing so still. They speak with a power that cannot be understood in words. One must go deeper to listen.

Silence is not devoid of sound but a mother tongue of all sound. We are born from the primoridal sound of silence for it is the language of Creation.

Silence exists in space. In deep surrender, when resistance falls away, when all control is let loose, we come to know silence. Silence speaks with a depth of feeling commensurate with how deeply we listen.

We have forsaken our native tongue in pursuit of seductive sensory quests. We have abandoned the noble art of silence and the profound gift in solitude.

Silence has become a sword used to inflict pain. The silent treatment is a withdrawal of our love and attention from another. We disconnect from our heart. We have taken silence and used it to hurt and to harm.

This is not the truth of silence. This is silence corrupted for silence is our most wide-open heart, transparent and tender, not closed and guarded.

We do this with anything of great power. When we cannot comprehend a mystery we make it wrong. We corrupt it to give a sense of control over something we do not understand.

Why have we become so uncomfortable with silence? Any space between others is afflicted when devoid of words. We feel a need to fill in the gaps lest silence feel awkward.

There is a difference in hiding behind a safety net of silence to withdraw from speaking your truth. This too is silence corrupted. We think, oh I use silence because I am not saying anything or I am being quiet so I understand silence.

This is not the truth of silence. This is a poor understanding of silence. Sometimes your voice is needed. You must speak up and use words.

excerpt from forthcoming, The Feminine Path to Enlightenment

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photo 1As a group of women gathered under the light of the full moon in New York, a man in New Mexico quietly prepared the way for ceremony. Most of our evolutionary conversation speaks to the awakening of the feminine yet the cosmos aligned under a super full moon to tend to the wounds of the masculine.

As the moon waxed towards fullness I wanted my kuyas, the medicine stones of my mesa, to sit on Pachamama to guide our full moon fire ceremony. I was in New York. My mesa was in New Mexico.

The mandala of kuyas was laid on the earth just as I had asked. My visioning stone was placed on top of a selenite wand facing the Dark Mountain in a call to the Apus. Beneath the wand lay a heart-shaped kuya from the holy mountain Ausangate holding the spirit of a warrior. Offering support at the bottom were three kuyas with turquoise stones placed on top aligning Earth and Sky.

I envisioned this mandala as a source of guidance for our ceremony but never expected it to look the way it did as it lay on the Earth. A lingam was created or more loosely translated, a penis. I was hesitant to share the mandala of my mesa as embarrassment shrouded my vision from public view.

A ceremony begins long before a gathering takes place. As this powerful phallic symbol sat on the Earth I began to feel its strength. During my morning practice my body had become the mandala. Sitting strong in lotus I felt a deep connection to the Earth. My arms reached to sky with fingers pointed as my visioning stone. My spine felt clear as the selenite wand. I embodied the energetic vibration as the pure essence of direction and the steadfastness of one pointed focus.

I embodied the power of the masculine.

As this sense of pure direction landed in my body, the awareness of how I was directing my own masculine energy became apparent. Like a sword I had turned its direction against myself to control my own feelings and shape my feminine to hide her power.

As our sisterhood gathered that night for ceremony an altar was built with flowers gathered from gardens tended with love.

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Building Altar

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Altar of Flowers, Feathers, Crystals and Stones In Front of Fire Pit

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Flower Offerings Held Prayers of Gratitude

We prayed for our Earth Mother and birth Mother. We prayed for our sisters and daughters. We prayed for our grandmothers. We prayed to empty our hearts of the wounds held in our relationships with all women.

We prayed to the Father, the power of the Sun as sustainer of all life, to the Father that created us. To our husbands and lovers. We prayed to our brothers and grandfathers. We prayed to empty our hearts of the wounds held in our relationships with all men.

We prayed to build a bridge in our own heart between masculine and feminine. We prayed to heal our own wounds so that we may be the peacekeepers, the healers, the lovers, the visionaries that build bridges between all hearts.

We prayed with the fire in New York as my mesa was lovingly tended by a man in New Mexico building bridges between Earth and Sky under the Light of the Full Moon.

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Rose Petals for Blessing after Fire Clearing

Creating Sacred Space with Song of Gratitude
words and music by Kailey Wildflowers, my niece, (a very proud Aunt!)


Mesa Mandala on Earth in New Mexico facing Dark Mountain
Footnote to Howl by Allen Ginsberg

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The suppression of the feminine must thwart her sexual nature. Although sexual energy cannot be obliterated it can be shackled. The chain that binds it is shame.

Historically we have seen overt expressions of feminine sexuality disgraced. The female body has been objectified. Why has so much of our collective consciousness been used to hold the female body in contempt, including by those of us who are living in one?

It is because of the power it holds. The female body is the most sovereign manifestation of divine creation on our planet for she carries the womb, the vessel from which life springs forth. Even man emerges from the body of a woman yet her body has been damned so that even a woman herself loathes being in it.

excerpt from forthcoming The Feminine Path to Enlightenment

 

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Inspired by the Pachamama Days of Peru, let us imagine a world. The shamans of the high Andes dedicate the first 12 days of August to honor Pachamama and dream the year ahead into being with the Despacho Ceremony.

Dona Berna praying at Umantay, holy mountain in the Andes

Dona Berna praying at Umantay, holy mountain in the Andes

During these Pachamama days I invite you to write in the comments below what you imagine so we may dream our world into being with a collective prayer for ceremony. Your prayers will be offered at a Full Moon Fire Ceremony on August 10th.

I imagine a world where love is the prevailing force on our planet.

I imagine a world where every child knows they are worthy and loved.

I imagine a world with clear waters and clean air.

I imagine a world where the abundance of our planet feeds every belly and soul.

The times we are living in are callling for our visions to be bigger than ever before. I bow in gratitude for addiing your voice to a collective vision. May generations to come look back and say thank you for what we are creating today.

We open our ceremony with a song to our Beloved Mother.
This song was birthed in June 2013 by Tracey St. John
during the Empowerment Camp at Feathered Pipe Ranch.

Click on the image to listen.

Tibetan Singing Bowl

Mother Earth Prayer Song

We offer our collective hearts to Spirit.
We let go of the attachment
of how our visions and dreams 
will manifest in the Kaypacha. 
We cultivate trust in the divine order. 
We surrender to the great mystery 
so we are no longer guided by the voices of fear, 
the limiting belief systems and old paradigms
that have laid false imprints in our minds. 

We deepen our connection to Nature and open the channels to Spirit 
as we fearlessly step into the guidance that is so willingly offered to us.

AHO!

 

 

 

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Sculpture Paige Bradley

Sculpture Paige Bradley

We did not come here to incarnate as humans for easy.
If we are able to stop seeking what is easy;
an easy life,
an easy job,
an easy way out,
our truth can be found.

When did easy become the destination?

excerpt from forthcoming
The Feminine Path to Enlightenment

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