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When the bedrock is dismantled, the foundation we have built our life on crumbles. On our journey to the enlightenment of truth the crumbling is necessary. It is necessary to have these breakdowns of our belief systems, the fixed and rigid states of mind that we operate from.

It is only then that we can create the possibility for what is actually true and authentic for us rather than building our life on false precepts that have been imposed on us.

It is terrifying to feel our life fall apart. Everything we have ever been led to believe becomes a lie. And the biggest lie is the painful betrayal against our own soul, the belief that we are separate from the source of love that we are.

The deepest pain is the illusion of separation. The deepest pain is also where recovery lies for it is the recovery of our truth that makes us whole. What makes us whole makes us holy. The recovery is the path to our divinity.

Our spiritual practices provide the ground when our life falls apart. The time that we spend on a mat, the time that we spend on a cushion, the time that we spend in prayer is what holds and sustains us through these times of falling apart and coming together, breaking down and rising up.

excerpt from the forthcoming “The Feminine Path to Enlightenment”

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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 with power. Those without do not.

Money and power.

The two have become equal.

Artist Tommy Simpson

Artist Tommy Simpson

This is true to the extent that 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 that there will be no food for the belly of your child, then you are held captive. Your power lies with an authority outside of yourself.

This appears true in the web of humanity but in your divinity, as a creative and omnipotent being, this is not truth.

Our relationship to power is so adulterated that we are blind to our misconceptions. There is nothing in this contaminated equation that those holding power in a corrupted way would like to change.

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 benevolent Earth, been corralled and led so far astray from the true nature of our own power? How did our truth become so corrupted?

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 right the relationship to power on our planet?

The way to cope has been to collapse under the oppressive weight of responsibility. Why should I bother? Hopelessness takes hold. There is nothing I can do that will change anything. Our powerlessness is perpetuated in an epidemic apathy at the root of global suffering.

We hold a position that says nothing I do will really matter or make a difference. How can I possibly help bring equality to the masses, end world hunger or stop the destruction of our planet?

This way of thinking is self-fulfilling. You are correct if that is what you believe but recognize that this way of thinking, this belief system is corrupted. It is not truth.

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. This thwarted system must then be manipulated to guard and protect the power that is measured in 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 lays upon their soul.

excerpt from forthcoming The Feminine Path to Enlightenment

 

 

 

 

 

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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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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.

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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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My earliest visions of God filled me with fear. As a young girl I imagined God overseeing the world from a throne in heaven where his X-ray vision bore straight to my soul to find every flaw, sin and wrongdoing I was up to. My fierce, church-going grandmother (God rest her blessed soul) drove the fear of God straight to my heart. Stick out your tongue was her mantra whenever she thought I was up to no good. Sure enough a black spot appeared on my tongue as a direct sign from God that I had in fact sinned.

From a quasi-Catholic upbringing, my spiritual search went from Heaven to Nirvana. I cannot recall the exact moment I heard the word enlightenment but it was the word itself that propelled me to seek. Enlightenment was a destination offering an escape from my internal misery and unhappiness. Nirvana, a world of perpetual bliss, was waiting upon my arrival. Like the proverbial carrot dangling right in front of my nose, it was always out of reach.

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James Bo Insogna

With no tangible taste of what enlightenment might be, my mind conjured up images of lone male monks meditating in remote caves high atop mountains. The goal of everlasting happiness was the reward on this solitary path to enlightenment.

We are all informed by our personal histories, families of origin and individual experiences but we are also informed by a collective consciousness that is shaped by a dominating belief system as to how the world operates. For centuries, masculine principles have had a monopoly on our prevailing collective consciousness, molding our mindsets and shaping our souls.

My early images of male authority figures as God and lone spiritual pursuits as attainment were heavily weighted by a patriarchal paradigm that has dominated our vision of the world from a masculine point of view. This masssive framework that infiltrates our minds and shapes our beliefs has held the masculine in power at the expense of the feminine. The suppression of the feminine principles has created an imbalance of power reflected both in the world within us and the world around us.

excerpt from forthcoming book, The Feminine Path to Enlightenment

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