Posted in Ascension, darkness and light, healing, Poetry

Seeing the Light Through Struggle

When something unpleasant comes up, what do you do? Do you hold it inside to avoid creating unpleasantness for others? Or do you express your feelings and go through that unpleasantness in order to work it out and clear the air? And what if you get caught up with the other person in a whole world of hurt and recrimination? What if you can’t work it out together?

I recently found myself in this position, we do, from time to time. I went through all my hurt feelings, explored the dialogues I might have with the other and finally saw that my hurt was coming from inside me, not from the actions of others but from what those actions brought up in me.

What was the learning here?

Sometimes, it’s as though someone is purposely trying to push our buttons, creating drama and trouble. Even so, our reaction is down to us. How do we show strength, so not to be a push-over, and yet, rise above it?

I asked for guidance, helping me to see the underlying message for me. I realised old hurts were being triggered. I realised I had choices, that new directions were possible. Still, I didn’t know if I was going to say anything to the other person. It would take a little time for the feelings to resolve within me. Sometimes, I was calm about it, sometimes the feelings would rise up. I noticed that when I’m calm about it, the problem’s no longer there.

It’s always a good idea to stay with those feelings for a while, because they shift through a process of change and a day or two later, we might not feel the same. Sometimes, we need to talk about it, no matter how painful it may be. Sometimes, we don’t.

I found that the message and healing for me was the realisation that this is igniting a journey of transformation inside me. To remain in a place of connection, not fear, for hurt is a form of fear. This was an opportunity for me to turn within and reconnect with the light within my being, and just like that, I was reminded of a moment, two years ago, when the light flooded through my being like a cascade of the deepest, most incredible love and enlightenment. I knew that moment was with me still, once experienced, never lost, and here was a reminder to open to it again and embrace that light within.

At the time, a friend who witnessed my enlightening experience gave me this poem which I share with you now. It’s a reminder that, even if we don’t hold onto those powerful moments of growth, even if we plunge into darkness again, we don’t lose the moment. It’s called ‘Annunciation’ by Marie Howe:-

Even if I don’t see it again — nor ever feel it
I know it is — and that if once it hailed me
it ever does–

And so it is myself I want to turn in that direction
not as toward a place, but it was a tilting
within myself,

as one turns a mirror to flash the light to where
it isn’t — I was blinded like that — and swam
in what shone at me

only able to endure it by being no one and so specifically myself I thought I’d die
from being loved like that.

(Image: “Turbulent Waters” by Amenet Drago)

Posted in artistic, oneness, Poetry

“Please Call Me By My True Names”

Do not say that I’ll depart tomorrow
because even today, I still arrive.

Look deeply: I arrive in every second 
to be a bud on a spring branch, 
to be a tiny bird, with wings still fragile, 
learning to sing in my new nest, 
to be a caterpillar in the heart of a flower, 
to be a jewel hiding itself in a stone.

I still arrive, in order to laugh and to cry, 
in order to fear and to hope. 
The rhythm of my heart is the birth and 
death of all that are alive.

I am the mayfly metamorphosing on the surface of the river,
and I am the bird which, when spring comes, arrives in time 
to eat the mayfly.

I am the frog swimming happily in the clear pond, 
and I am also the grass-snake who, approaching in silence, 
feeds itself on the frog.

I am the child in Uganda, all skin and bones, 
my legs as thin as bamboo sticks, 
and I am the arms merchant, selling deadly weapons to 
Uganda.

I am the twelve-year-old girl, refugee on a small boat,
who throws herself into the ocean after being raped by a sea
pirate,
and I am the pirate, my heart not yet capable of seeing and
loving.

I am a member of the politburo, with plenty of power in my
hands,
and I am the man who has to pay his “debt of blood” to my
people,
dying slowly in a forced labor camp.

My joy is like spring, so warm it makes flowers bloom in all
walks of life.
My pain is like a river of tears, so full it fills the four oceans.

Please call me by my true names, 
so I can hear all my cries and laughs at once, 
so I can see that my joy and pain are one.

Please call me by my true names, 
so I can wake up, 
and so the door of my heart can be left open, 
the door of compassion.

– by Thich Nhat Hanh

Image: “Look Deeply, I Am My Joy and Pain” by Ananda Amenet Reid

Posted in divine magic, Goddess, Inspiration, Poetry, sexual healing, sovereignty

The Sensual Sacredness of Sexual Presence

“The value of the personal relationship to all things is that it creates intimacy and intimacy creates understanding and understanding creates love.” – Anais Nin

Sexuality and sex are not the same.

Sexuality is a nuance. An energy. A power.

Sexuality is worn like a softly clinging gown.

It’s an attitude, but not one that’s contrived, not like flirting, nothing so obvious or intentional.

Sexuality cannot be switched on and off, it oozes in every movement, every moment.

It’s natural. A desire to sip from the cup of life.

A sensual embrace with touch, taste, scent, caress, kiss.

It’s an art that ignites in the furnace of passion.

And whether it’s passion for a lover or the salacious delight of eating a succulent fruit, the juices flow and sexuality wishes only to bite into life and tear it apart.

She who embodies sexuality knows she is Goddess.

She is a force, a fire.

She is in love with everything.

She is everything.

Posted in artistic, darkness and light, divine magic, Goddess, Inspiration, Mother Earth, Poetry, The Truth of our Being

“It’s Just That You’re Not That Feminine.”

I beg to differ.

I’m feminine like a thunderstorm.

Feminine like the glint of a falcon talon.

Feminine like an ancient redwood.

Feminine like the orange glow of a grizzly bear in the sunset.

Feminine like a wolf on the hunt.

Feminine like decaying bones.

Feminine like the eye of an old whale.

Feminine like a roaring river.

Feminine like a sheer cliff overlooking a forest.

Feminine like a wildfire.

Feminine like a desert wind.

Feminine like a battle cry.

And yes.

Within my stones and bark and fur and fierce slit irises… I am as soft and enveloping as any woman whose blood ever beat red.

This is the Sovereigness.

I am her.

We are her.

We are an age of woman who has come in, representing the medicine of the Wilds.

We are not built to actualize your sense of masculinity through your traditional idea of femininity.

We are built to bring in the voice of our Mother.

Which is why Earth herself screams in our veins.

So, if what you really mean is,

“Your femininity is overwhelming”,

Then I understand.

It is to me, too.

~ Adrianne Tamar Arachne

The Art & Illustration Of Adrianne Tamar Arachne http://www.adriannetamararachne.com

Posted in artistic, Inspiration, the Creator

Swimming in the Divine Flow

From the perspective of being an artist and previously, a teacher of art history, I’ve long wondered if the unconscious pursuit of art is to find God, or at least, try to understand God.  Recently, whilst watching the film Effie Gray, the character John Ruskin says just about the same thing and it got me thinking.

Is our exploration of the divine, our desire to pin down the Creator, ever going to be possible?  Because we are limited by our ability to perceive such an expansive and limitless energy.  And yet, we do have the potential to be able to touch the divine because we hold the energy signature within ourselves, every single one of us.  We came from the divine, we are of the divine, we just happen to have got so very out of touch with that expression of our being. 

To be in the divine flow allows us to experience a greater level of this incredible energy. And if we go deeper, we experience resonance. Is it at the point that we know oneness-with-all that we are resonating strongest?

The written word cannot go where art goes, art and music, they both have an abstract quality that frees them. Art is a symphony of colour and shape and music is being bathed in vibrations that awaken something buried within our nature. Both engage the emotions rather than intellect at their best. And as much as it is possible to channel the divine source through words, it’s not as easy to get out of the way and the palette we have to work with is smaller. Mozart channelled the divine source beautifully through his music, as does Lisa Gerrard today. And l’m sure Rumi did in his poetry with words. And yes, I feel that every true artist does that, from prehistoric cave paintings to Banksy.

I sense that this isn’t one for the intellect and yet, as I write now, my writing is of the intellect. This is a deeper realisation, an embodiment. Perhaps that’s why it has to be art. I think specifically of Vincent Van Gogh. I would have liked to have met him. I feel he had a profound passion for the divine burning within his soul, so strong that it burned him in his flesh. I can see very well how his painting was a search for the greatest truth, for the divine in life.

The next time you are looking at a work of art by an artist who has dedicated their life to their art, especially abstract art where ‘subject’ is not in the way, imagine you are looking at the divine. Imagine the frequency of the divine source is accessible to you through that image. Allow yourself to immerse yourself in it, walk into it. Put intellect, judgements and prejudices aside, just for a moment, and swim in it. And then, know that you can do the same with anything. With any scene, landscape, situation or experience because it’s all divine source.

Posted in Inspiration, Poetry

A Gift For You

This poem came out of a poetry dive, in a yurt in the woods with a circle of beautiful, open-hearted women. And I ask, whose voice is speaking and who is it for?  The voice is one of many that lives inside me and it speaks for you and for me, after all, we are the same.  But especially, I gift it to you.  May you find something you need in it.

Whatever comes, comes
Whatever flows, flows
Whatever gives, receives
Believe

Believe in yourself
Believe in yourself
You are beautiful
You are worthy
You are the world
And the world is you

This is the beginning
Always the beginning
Burgeoning beauty
Steps forward from here

The flow of love
Meanders from your heart
Only the dark forbids it
Nothing yields
Nothing ceases
Always flowing

Build your boat
And flow with it
For the waters are rising
They are rising

Rising to the heights of the moon
Rising beyond the stars
And everything sparkles
Like moonlight at play on water
Like diamonds fallen from the stars
And there are wings

Hear them rustle
Hear them whoosh with the air
They unfold, they flutter and stretch
They extend in magnificence

And you are away
Into the night sky
To the stars
To the void
The void that is the womb
The sacred womb

Your bones are old
They are old bones
As old as time
As full of stories as the stones

These bones know
They know all that can be known
They are broken and bent
They are bound sticks
They rebuild you
You are new

Reborn in the night
Of stars and starlight
Wings extended
Bones mended

Blood flowing
Womb growing
Into the void
The dark void
The void that is the cave
The cave that is the night
From whence came forth the light