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Appropriation or Evolution? Healing the Pain of Stolen Lives

Adi Kanda — Mon, 10 Jun 2024 20:52:49 +0000

Every day more articles are posted on this controversial topic. Many contain an undercurrent of shaming toward those who are accused of lacking awareness or sensitivity. Most suggest that if you are a conscious, loving or aware individual, there is only one acceptable perspective on the issue.

Shree Paradkar writes: “Appropriation shows disregard for another culture. You borrow one aspect of a culture — say, wearing corn rows or bindis, or using recipes — all the while seeing the culture itself as backward and “the other.” from What Cultural Appropriation is and Why You Should Care.

In the midst of all the passionate responses on this subject, the very last part of this statement is key in this discussion. It is both the historic and present day experiences of oppression, control and denial that are seeking voice in this debate. Those who have suffered are crying out to be heard. Those who have watched their worlds be destroyed, their deepest expressions of self be consciously and intentionally maimed and crushed, this is the pain that is rising, and, like all pain, it must be acknowledged to allow healing. It is a long awaited voice of great power and beauty, a message whose time has come.

As the extent of the suffering becomes known, how could we not make way for the emotion, the anger, the profound loss. Once we bear witness to what has happened, how could it not be so? In Canada, for example, our history of incarcerating Native children in residential schools has only recently come into the public eye. “When the full extent of abuse is finally revealed, we’ll find the most extensive case of child sexual, physical, mental and spiritual abuse ever recorded in human history.” Spoken by Phil Lane, Director of the Four Worlds International Institute in Southern Alberta (Lethbridge Herald, November 24, 1997)

In this CBC interview, Jesse Wente speaks with profound emotion on the cultural appropriation controversy. He explains that to him, and many Indigenous people, appropriation is a word which references a legacy of intentional destruction of everything that references their culture. It’s not an issue of free speech for those who borrow Indigenous art, dress or spiritual practices, it’s a question of soul rape, the breaking of the spirit of an entire way of life. How could any feeling individual want to add to such pain?

One article speaking of the harsh conditions and discipline imposed upon these stolen children, taken mercilessly from their parents, some at gunpoint, states that this approach was modelled upon the practices of schools for delinquent youth. I also imagine these young men, although white-skinned, most were likely born into lives of poverty and abuse, locked up in another institution, more imposed control and blame. More towering walls and cold rooms, filled with children in pain.

Our species has a long history of unconscious violence, fear, hatred and blame. The one blessing in our Canadian story is that we now live in a day when such stories horrify. We have grown wiser. While we may fear the dissolution of our times, the truth is a brave consciousness is rising around the world. We are waking up, and awakening always involves a deconstruction, a falling apart, so the new may be born. Even unimaginable suffering may find its purpose.

But this is a story of the heart, and when we argue about paintings, or dress, or recipes, we are talking about something much more; the very spirit and bodies of the people. We humans are made manifest in our cultural ways, and up until very recently in human history, our cultures were distinct. The blurring of lines between nations and faiths is a direct result of the age of information and technology. The material world has become virtual, immigration is rising to a torrent, and our art travels around the globe in milliseconds. As much as we want to hang on to it, it has been set free like a stack of papers in a high wind. Everyone is an author, photographer, musician, celebrity. It is both a wonderful and an awful thing.

Speak to any musician over the age of 35 and they will tell you the world has ended. There is no way for them to make a living because everyone makes music now and anyone can access it without buying anything. Speak to any photographer who learned to process black and white prints in a closet darkroom, any author who went the old, slow route of agents and publishers and an actual hardcover volume you held in your hands, and we realize we can never go back, the cat is out of the bag, the genie is out of the bottle, and our collective expression is in the midst of its own kind of explosion. It is a force of nature, a stripping down of our collective ego, a trivializing and equalizing which forces us to detach from ownership. Not an easy task for those who may already feel they have nothing left to lose.

And we cannot rush the healing. Time must be given until every last story is heard. Every nightmare recounted. Not as perpetrators, but as brothers and sisters, we must accept the gift of the truth, and offer love in return. And, the more readily we face the pain, the sooner we will find a balance in our art. We can and must seek an ever maturing consciousness of love and respect. I believe the sharing of cultural expressions is the way of rediscovering union. We see this when two children of strong, differing cultures marry, and their children in turn are no longer attached to one culture or the other, but hold respect and a blended expression of both. The parents of the young lovers may struggle much more with a cross-cultural union,

I know what I am about to propose will upset some folks. But I believe that in the long run, we cannot control the evolution of art, language, cooking or fashion, and we would not want to. Any attempt to compartmentalize, devolve or freeze a culture in time goes against the grain of our expansive evolution as a species, and focuses upon separateness rather than inclusiveness.

In North America, there is a strong association in Indigenous dress with intricate and beautiful patterns of beading. When Conquistadors began trading with beads manufactured in Europe, the original quillwork of Indigenous tribes evolved to incorporate the new varieties of beads and designs.

From The History Of Beads by Ray McCallum, Saskatchewan Indian, June 1997, Special Pow Wow Issue:

“Although all First Nations have a concept of themselves as a people, tribal characteristics took on new meanings with the arrival of the trade bead. Glass beads replaced the quills and natural beads as the medium of choice owing to their availability, flexibility and variety of colour. Stylistic influences were reinterpreted from Euro-American expressions and designs.

The elements that make up a cultural society include continual growth and expansion borrowing a bit here and a bit there. To state that beads and Euro-American influences took away the national identity from First Nations is to deny their intelligent capacity to grow.

The ignominious bead that first insinuated itself through Columbus has become a cultural icon that continues to display the flamboyance of First Nations cultures to this day.”

This perspective takes nothing away from the profound need for the recognition of the horrific oppression experienced by the Indigenous. But it does allow us to remember that the Self that is expressed through art is constantly growing and at no time can we claim independent ownership of expression. There is nothing new under the sun.

I have to admit, I am a very white person. My heritage is primarily Cornish, Irish and English, those imperialist, heartless people who decided that land and people around the world could be conquered and owned, though I expect if I went deeply enough into my genetic background I would find people of colour. Almost all of us can.

There is an often debated suggestion that blonde hair and blue eyes are facing extinction, although scientists say that the blue eye gene cannot die out but only go dormant indefinitely. It certainly seems obvious that one day we will all be some shade of colour, brown, red or yellow.

My heart still warms when I remember my children as babies, with their clouds of white curls and angelic eyes. They were born of my body and I loved them more than life itself; they were the human expression of my soul’s presence upon this Earth. But if I think of a world where we literally become one family, I welcome this astonishing idea, because it will take us one step closer to the awareness of the illusion of the physical realm. When the day comes that we cease fighting over our differences and instead delight in our individuality, our world will be transformed.

Momondo – the DNA Journey

In the meantime, our attention must remain on the acknowledgement and transformation of all wounds, all suffering, however it is experienced. No soul is immune to suffering. All voices of pain ask to be heard, so that they may be set free to heal.

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Adi Kanda — Mon, 03 Jun 2024 08:29:02 +0000

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The Longing Poem

Adi Kanda — Wed, 23 Jun 2021 03:46:58 +0000

LONGING POEM

– January 21 06

You sing your wayward love song

and tell me how you care

you eat the poet’s foodstuffs

and walk his lonely airs

You grant me all the longing

a human heart can bear

and then

find me wanting

when daylight breaks the mirror

You tell me that I leave you

when I have never come

that hopelessness surrounds you

if Heaven turns you down

And ever kindly give me

all you would truly keep

where lover’s lips

are parted

and such poets

fall to weep

All this

the words of honour

so many dreamers told

when each one first departed

upon the search for love

All this more noble

than any scholar’s crown

for in the eyes

with which you see

it feels you may

be found

And all this I know

All this I understand

as you look for me

everywhere

like the child

for his mother’s hand

But is it not time for seekers

of every hungry land

to discover

her suckling breast

has never been hard to find

She does not leave

does not deny

it is we who turn away

and if there is no departure

why beg her to stay?

Like the lover

who cannot quench

because her milk

is kept in dreams

we come to love

our hunger more

pain as its own reward

And so you fervent courtier

of all I seem to be

I ask you now

to look again

at what you want from me

And if my loss

might be not real

if missing me

could not be done

because my love

because all love

is born

and always

lives as One

If no split

has thus occurred

then no reunion

can be yearned

I am yours

you are free

and nothing stops

the love

you seek

So kiss me now

and fade away

your mournful eyes

and fervent prayers

Lift the cloak

of every fear

to find my presence waiting here

Where lovers touch

and always stay

to dream

their earthly lives away

Seek

when it is Self

you would know

Seek

and in this way

you shall find

I am nothing

but a teacher

of what is already known

though this be

the hardest lesson

of all

For we would rather

hear wisdom

in another’s voice

than trust the source

within the soul

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The (Beautiful) Death of Your World

Adi Kanda — Fri, 24 Jul 2020 21:53:45 +0000

The Death of Your World

We must begin

by understanding

the death of your world

When you made the choice to be born

you also made the choice to die

You asked, invited, agreed

to the experience of a physical form

which would be

in a constant state of mutation

as an aspect of

the implementation of

its very nature

This was no morbid intention

you had no attachment

to either life or death

you simply understood

that by initiating incarnation

you would traverse the experience

and emerge from it

prepared to embark upon the next

and the next

BREAKFAST

So when you choose

to sit at a table and begin to eat

your first meal of the day

you have made the decision

to enter the experience of breakfast

At first your plate will be full of food

As you engage more deeply

with the process of ingesting

the food will lessen on your plate

and you will become more full

At some point

this aspect of your day

will resolve and you will move on

and there will be

other meals upon which to dine

At no time do you mourn your final bite

You are simply aware

that this aspect of your experience

has fulfilled itself

and you both hope and believe

another meal will come again

Now there are many ways to eat

many choices of food stuffs

Some who eat may be overfull

Some may go hungry

and each bite may be precious

and yet so long as you are in body

this process is yours to experience

in whatever way best serves

the nourishment of your soul

This life

this present moment life you live

with the very next breath you take

is but a meal

It may be breakfast

It may be dinner

It may be elegant or humble

but it will end

and there will be

countless others in its wake

as the edible elements are grown

and harvested and prepared

then digested and excreted

and returned to the earth

as the new seeds grow

and the sun rises and sets

and the rains fall and then dry

and the limitlessness of the All

is expressed

in an infinite expansion of ways

wherein there is constant birth

and constant death

and so never ever

any final death

at all

The only thing

you will not find within infinity

is the end

DEATH

If you wish to begin to comprehend

to digest

the state of your world

you must first be prepared

to digest the nature

of your own death

for within this paradigm

you will find

the foundation and the decimation

of all life

Just as you will one day

complete the meal of this life

and you will exhale a final breath

and prepare to dissolve

to return to your infinite nature

so too must your whole world

come to an end

That which must depart

benefits from our relinquishment

All which awaits

must come in its own time

and we cannot impede

what is ready to be born

Are you ready in your heart

to give yourself permission

for this new world?

For such is the time

into which you have been born

and this is the moment

you witness

as you look upon the nonsense

and the horror

If you wish to know rebirth

and you do

you are asked

to allow the old

to die

When was the last time

you took someone dying into your arms

to bring them comfort

as they said good-bye?

When was the last time

you bathed the frail body

of a loved one

as they wasted away?

When did you last stand

beside their resting form

and offered prayers

held their helpless hand

and caressed the fingers

one by one

kissed their cold forehead

as the heat of the blood drains

just as the soul

takes flight?

Is your answer never?

Is it true that you know nothing

of death

for if you do know its face

you are a rare one

in a time of great denial

of pretence and ignorance

wherein so many have learned

to run from their own mortality

by turning away

giving away the processes of death

to doctors and nurses

and undertakers and others

who themselves have learned

the mechanics of dying

and yet

even in this

rarely looked Death itself

in the eye

And oh the beauty that is lost

every time we give ourselves over

to this fear

the beauty

the truths

the magnificence of the liberation

when we discover

that by living the minute experiences

of physical decline

we are granted a vision

of how the soul

can never die?

Now

take this world

of fragile spirits

the ones who suffer

the ones who run from suffering

and add the understanding

that we are not

in our electrical natures

separate from one another

And add to this the understanding

that we cannot be

in our metaphysical natures

separate from our species

and the multitudes of species

upon the Earth

and thus the very organism

of the Earth herself

and so as we are offered

the opportunity to learn of

our own deaths

collectively we are given

a profound experience

of preparing to witness

the global death

of the world

as we supposed it to be

and because we live in an age

where every thought

every imagining

every fear is immediately

communicable to millions

the acceleration of our mutual process

increases daily

hourly

as the gift

of our deconstruction

and our liberation

is at hand

We witness Death in action

whether we like it or not

everywhere we turn

Is this new?

Absolutely not

Is the magnitude

intensity and interconnectedness

of the experience

greater than ever before

yes – a thousand fold and more

In this both the potential for immense confusion

and the possibility of profound awareness

are ripe

Both will be known

and they must both unfold

DIMENSIONAL SIGHT

The choice is yours

And what will guide this

personal vision

will be your readiness

and your willingness

to live in a consistently expanding

experience

of multi-dimensional consciousness

to feel, taste, know

and comprehend this journey

beyond the material

For this is the nature

of the rebirth which is underway

and without your own

inner dimensional awareness

the outer shifting of the collective

will make no sense at all

Imagine entering a room

as a two dimensional being

It is not possible

from the 2D perspective

to experience a 3D room

You might lie upon the floor

you might press up against a wall

but you could not possibly

experience the floor

and the wall

and their relationship to one another

simultaneously

thus

you could not grasp or live

the experience of the room

As we now enter a time of multi-dimensional awakening

those who are unable

to transition in their awareness

from 3D to expression beyond

will be unable to digest

the full knowing

of these times

This is not wrong

it is not a failure or a mistake

but rather the natural mechanics

of this expression

The collective soul will ascend

into its rebirth

As it does so

many aspects of the collective body

will fall away

Structures

systems

institutions

nations

races and cultures

sexual expressions

ecosystems and species

all this and more

will come together in falling apart

layers upon layers

of skin will peel away

bones will break

because they are not needed

any more

Houses of cards will collapse

upon themselves

and then explode

into galaxies of microsmic

origami-like stars

which will in turn

be breathed into the pores

of your electrically charged skin

That which was once psychedelic

will become the norm

Think of plunging into

the warm waters off a coral reef

and discovering you can breathe water

and kiss sharks

and become a jellyfish

erupting through the blowhole

of a whale

which has swallowed the entire ocean

which is one

with the Sun

Barriers

anc contexts

and logic

are no longer your guides

You are beginning to understand

This is death

This is breakfast

lunch and dinner

This is why there is nothing to fear

there never has been

and there never will be

This is inter-dimensional consciousness

learning to leave behind

the clumsy, muddy

sufferings of the material world

All that must die

will return to dust

And all that must live

will be reborn

THE SHIFT

The artist sees beingness as creation

The reductionist sees it as chaos

in need of control

and so as we fully enter the emergence of the shift

we are asked to elevate every moment

into the art of its expression

including our fear

for otherwise the chaos

will simply overtake our senses

and the more we fight

to hold on

the more random and nonsensical

the world will become

until wherever deep attachment

to the material persists

that to which we cling

must then de-materialize

Like the dog who climbs out of the lake

and shakes

until every drop has been flung

far and wide

the spiralling momentum

of the transformation

will accelerate

until nothing remains

except beauty

the most massive

incomprehensible beauty

invisible

to the physical human eye

Your world is ending

as you know it

and the sooner you surrender

the more absolutely you permit this

the more absolute Grace is free

to arrive

Make no mistake

this transition is neither up nor down

but rather parallel

to that which is within

You are not lifting yourself

above darkness

you are becoming the darkness

until it is no more

You are not leaving anything behind

you are not cancelling, crushing

nor emptying the swamp

You are releasing your need

to see yourself

as separate from the swamp

and in this integration

the game

is won by all

SURRENDER

When you hear yourself ask the words

how

and why

you are not yet in surrender

When you say

but we must stop the suffering

you are not in surrender

When you say we must fix

what is broken

when you say

but I want it to be different

when you say

there is a war underway

there is darkness and evil

over there

outside of me

and it must be fought

and it must be brought down

and it belongs to someone else

and they are not to be trusted

When you say

I have been kept weak

and the powerful are the problem

When you say

their behaviour is wrong

and mine is right

and they must be punished

and they must be torn down

When you say

there is nothing

but danger here

and it is a mistake

it has gone wrong

those who have done this

are stupid, bad

ignorant and asleep

When you say this

you are not yet in surrender

and you are attached to the very world

which is trying

to dissolve

And dissolve it will

dust to dust

and so the choice is yours

whether you will remain within

the collapsing walls

or whether you will begin

to comprehend

that time and space

have begun to bend

and turn themselves

inside out

into freedom

if you allow

if you dare

And thus

in so many ways

everything

you once thought

was important

is not

and much of what

you have disregarded

delayed and denied

is absolutely central

to your own metamorphosis

and the shape-shifting

of your entire world

You may begin to find

that you have been speaking

a dead language

and wondering why

you never feel heard

In fact

everywhere you look

you begin to see death

those endings

you so desperately wished to avoid

all the ways you tried

to be fast enough

rich enough

safe enough

strong and young enough

all those ways

you could never be enough

to keep death away

the many many deaths

losses of love and life

they are suddenly everywhere

the impossibility of winning against them

must come

will come

in order for the rebirth

to be understood

For you see

we cannot graduate

from the old world

of limitation

dominance

and loss

until we are ready to see

beyond breakfast

beyond the pretext

of the material

into the realm of eternity

where we know absolutely nothing

about anything

and none of it matters

at all

And the great irony

is that from here

you will find your answers

about political corruption

and viral pandemics

and the suffering of children

and financial control

and soul-less governments

and power

and powerlessness

and all the dances in between

Questions about form

may only be answered

from within

an experience of formlessness

and until then

you will spin

around and around

Rumplestilskin

into the hole

where you begin

again and again

because that is what you agreed to

when you said yes to a body

when you agreed

to breathe life

and then to die

Only now

because the momentum

of the eruption

the big bang that has finally spoken

magnifies all exponentially

so that

the problem you had yesterday

now becomes six problems

then twelve

each one bigger than

the one before

spiders swarming

out of the nest

because you have let your fear

become real

you have spoken it into being

and you have promised

never to abandon it

for then

whom would you be

without it?

If you were to dare

this extraordinary thought

could you possibly see

that you are

a child of the miraculous?

Nothing less than

a crystalline sliver of Source

dancing the ecstasy of embodiment?

A transitional dimensional being

finally free

to walk in Divinity

down the main street of Hell

because that was the whole point

all along?

That walk

that Hell

was the reason

you were born

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Dear Human Child

Adi Kanda — Mon, 06 Jul 2020 19:49:06 +0000

You have no idea

what it feels like

not to be afraid

It is time

to find out

Your mind has been full

of reasons

Reasons why you hurt

reasons why you fail

reasons why your world

is full of disappointments

and pain

You have named the dark shadows

the demons of your nights

you have watched the errors

the cruelties of others

you have felt the force of the bad dreams

dominate you

Some days you have run from them

other days you have fought them

other days you have lain down

like the dead

so heavy was your heart

with hopelessness

helplessness and grief

In your self-pity

you raged

look what has been done to me

look what I could have been

look what I could have lived

if only so much was not taken from me

and in all of this

your ignorance

was your pride

you did not want to know

any other way

your suffering

was the only joy

you had

In all of this

you were not ready to see

that you were not a wounded one

you were not incapable

you were not forbidden

or forgotten

or denied

your freedom was not taken from you

you were not

a lost or abandoned child

In all this

all this time

you were simply

afraid

You see

you have misunderstood

the nature of fear

you thought it was something

that kept you safe

out of harm’s way

You had your reasons

for your fear

you said

and so it wasn’t fear

it was common sense

rationality

the fear was the safety

said the words

in your head

When all along the truth was

fear was everything

you thought said no

Fear was the permission

you could not give

to yourself

And so every morning

you opened your eyes

and prepared to live another day

by turning to run

inside your own heart

from the very things you want so much

from the state of love

your god-self knows to be real

you run

filled with terror

that they might come true

that there is nothing stopping you

that it has all been a dream

that you are the one who decides

yes or no

that there is no one to blame

no one else in charge

no reason

why not you

It is your decision

your choice

your vision

your reality

It is up

to you.

Hear these words.

Now

do you begin

to see the fear?

Now do you feel it rise up

tsunami of doubt

denial and blame?

How dare you hand the key

of permission

to me

your voices say

How dare you show me

my own omniscience

How dare you confront me

with my own power of choice?

I demand to keep

the safety of my projections

my hope that I will be at least pitied

be loved for my sufferings

if I cannot

be loved whole

I will not give up

my beloved and comfortable misery

my claim to the righteous accusation

of what lives outside of me

I do not want to know

I do not want to see

that all fear

is the fear of my own perfection

my own profoundly infinite nature

my own inescapable divinity

I am so very afraid

to choose

my own dreamt reality

I am so steeped

in the blindness

of this fear

I have no idea

what it feels like

to not be afraid

I do not know myself

at all

Dear human child

of course you do not know

of course you are blind

of course you pretend and hide

this is why you were born to Earth

this is why

you are alive

It is time

for you to find out why

and here you will discover

the greatest surprise of all

that to turn on

your mortal light

is like throwing a switch

It is simple

it is graceful

it is the opposite

of the struggle you have chosen

for so long

It is pleasurable

it is powerful

and it cannot be undone

All that is asked

is that you must assassinate

your fear

of choosing your own world

you must be willing to let go

of any false safety

and tell yourself the truth

that you are absolutely

eternally

free in your soul

The stories you have told

of your suffering are done

they have fulfilled

their grave purpose

and are free to go

Permission for everything

is arriving

Grace

is coming home

And notice

there is no fight necessary

to claim this right

The gods laugh at the idea

that you should have to storm

the gates

of an absolutely unguarded treasure

The door has been open

all along

the lock unlatched

the candle lit

This moment is no accident

it has been waiting for you

for lifetimes

asking only the question

are you ready to see

there is no such thing as safety

only the reclamation

of your permission

to choose your state of being

and therefore choose

your whole world

Dear child

at first you thought you needed

a parent

so you could play the role

of being so small

Then you thought you would blame

your parent

fight them for your freedom

tell them everything

they have done wrong

And now you are ready

you are as ready as you choose

to see you are the maker

of your own conception

that as you dream

so shall you wake

and this is no theory

no abstract principle

this is as alive

as the next breath you take

The secret lies

in the elegant gap

between realities

for this is the home

of your permission to choose

The very day you dare

to take back

all the arrows of your judgements

and the crippling blows

of your need for others

to value your sorrows and pain

the day you witness

the lie of this false comfort

is the day

you throw open the door

to your own cage

the day you say

yes

I allow myself

to rise up in full flower

under the sun

huge

magnificent

uncompromised

radiant and rolling

with the waves of your

personal

visceral electrical charge

which add upon

always add upon

never detract

as you experience

depletion no more

for the expansion has arrived

and once set free

the wildness must explode

into constant creation

never again to be tamed

never again

to be confused

about what I fear

and what I desire

The world is now mine

because the only world which exists

is the one I invite

and from here

my freedom

touches your freedom

which explodes you in turn

which explodes the one next to you

until the truth

we have all sought so long

will be found

and the book will be written

wherein my devil will dance

with my angels

and their entwined beauty

will surpass

any of the human games

I used to play

my childhood done

for the day has come

to grow into the Godself

I have been

all along

I have feared only

my own beauty

both foolish and wise

I now turn around

easier than breathing

my permission

is found

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Silken Wind

Adi Kanda — Tue, 23 Jun 2020 04:06:41 +0000

June 15/20

When the chasm of the canyon opens

when we see there is no way

to stop the fall

we do not look down

but rather we look back

at all that has gone before

We see everything we leave behind

we are fixed upon that which

we are terrified to lose

This is always our frame of reference

always our way to measure ourselves

we are in truth

non-linear in our being

but upon this Earth

we stand in line

So there we are

dropping from the edge into blackness

our footing has slipped away

there is nothing to grasp

no branch

of which we may take hold

our mouths are empty

there are no words left to cry

It is just this moment

never forgotten

where we choose to leave

the world we once knew

An unstoppable gravity

taking us away

from what was once easy

what once seemed beautiful

and true

We fall

We fall and fall

we turn

in the air

floating now

toes uplifted

spine bending

toward the unknown

There is nothing where we go

for no light illuminates this emptiness

and yet

it is the only place left

the great

dark vortex

opened up

ready to swallow us

from so far below

This between-worlds moment

where the letting go

is so complete

there is nothing else

but surrender

here we lose our grip

we fall away

we fall

because we must

And yet this severing between lives

may be the one

for which we have been waiting

because in it we find

that nothing is real

and so everything is possible

and despite the size

of the darkness

the inescapable nature of it

becomes the absolute blessing

becomes freedom

from lifetimes

upon the wheel

The knowledge

that life will leave us

and we will leave life

forces us to tell the truth

and all the runaway pretenders

all the parts of ourselves

we have cast away over the years

come home to be nourished

and to nourish in turn

The dropping away

is the only way forward

so it must be heart-breaking

and graceful

and eternal

for the fall never ends

It is freedom

it is freedom

like never before

and we could not have come here

any other way

There is no other way to discover Heaven

than to let go of life

and so it is on the other side

of seeming to lose everything

that we find

we will never die

We cannot decide about death

until we live it

We cannot otherwise

know what it means

and how it leads us

to who we really are

But we tell you this:

prepare to be amazed

prepare to experience

a very different way to know

why you exist

And so let us welcome

the many little deaths

of our times

welcome to the bridge you create

arching over pain

over tragedy

into the rebirths

the remembering

of the Divine

Here we are

falling

infinitely falling

no bottom

no end in sight

and there is no other way to know

this feeling

than to live this moment

just as it has come

And here

is everything we have ever wanted

as everything we have ever feared

rises up

in our sight

Did you know?

This is where Goddess lives

This is the home of the Divine

You are falling into your connection

your heart with Her heart

becoming absolutely

entwined

Every time you weep

you are hearing what must be heard

every time you feel

you are becoming a part of Her

until you begin to see

the fall is feeling easier and easier

air like silk rushing by

and why would we hold on

when we can feel it caress us

in freedom

instead?

This is the space in between

the space of nothing

and everything you have ever sensed

or tasted

and so a place

of no need

This is yours

all yours

as Her arms reach out

soft and warm

huge and enveloping

and there is nowhere to fall

nowhere to fall

but here

Remember this

the next time we stumble

and the fear floods in

remember

you now have nothing but a love

for the experience

of falling

so there is nothing to grasp

nothing to dread

only sweet silk

rushing past your ears

You are the fall.

You are the silken wind.

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ORDINARY MAN – A Letter from George

Adi Kanda — Tue, 02 Jun 2020 06:28:22 +0000

I was a man

of God

Please don’t assume

you know

what this meant to me

I don’t want any mistake

any more misunderstanding

than what already lives

in my name

I was

a man of God

in so many ways

and if you want to understand me

you have to begin here

you have to know me

through this way

of saying my name

To me

God wasn’t some faraway face

he was as real to me

as the brother living next door

in fact he was

the man next door

the ordinary man

just like me

And by ordinary

I don’t mean boring

I don’t mean plain

I mean a man who lived

who suffered

who knew the taste of pain

This was my God

It was why Christ

meant so much to me

because he was the Son

he was the one who lived it

and made it glorious

because there is no other way

no other way

to say His name

You see

I was an ordinary man

in all of the same ways

simple in my heart

maybe some extra moving parts

but ultimately

clear like the brown eyes

of a lost dog

knowing one thing

that something had to be done

that was not being done

so it sat in me

and I asked God about it

I prayed

and I prayed

Because there is

the kind of suffering

that is a part of

the legs of life

It’s just what life stands on

If you are born

you are gonna die

If you eat

you are gonna be hungry sometimes

If you are gonna fall in love

with a beautiful face

you had better be ready

to cry

But then there is the suffering

that happens when

it seems as if there isn’t a chance

to climb out of the dark

to build something

to make something bigger

than yourself

because every time you try

someone comes along

to knock down

what you just put up

over and over again

And it isn’t just you

it’s your mother

your brother

your kid

it’s the ordinary guy next door

until it seems

as if most folks you know

are more down than up

and when you look around

at how to help

you think

well the first thing I need to do

is stand up myself

get right up there to where

I’m tall again

but it isn’t easy man

it tears your thoughts apart sometimes

and those are the days

you just wish you had an answer

to a better way

Now I may have lived

a bit of crazy in my time

but there were a few things

I did know

I knew you start with God

because if you don’t have Him

you don’t have much

And then

you start with the kids

Every kid needs not just a mother

but a father

every kid

my kids too

need to know

that no matter what they have done

they are going to be loved

they are loved

and my God knows

I do

And if you have an eye on those kids

then you just don’t forget that

you say

here is the most perfect little baby

and I want a world

we all want a world

where that baby grows up

safe and loved

in the presence

of a higher power

No bullets

around that baby’s head

No hunger

in that baby’s belly

No words of hatred

not for any brother

because the baby is going to hear

those words

feel that hate

And no hands

raised in the air

no hands lifted up to strike

no hands lifted up

because the man in front of you

has a weapon

no hands using the power

that is in them

for anything other

than the good things in life

to lift that baby up

to reach for God

to ask Him to bless you

in prayer

Now the truth is

ordinary men

do foolish things

they forget

how to do the right thing

they lose themselves

they hurt people they love

but you see

this is why it takes an ordinary man

to show us how it’s done

a man who isn’t afraid to say

I am lost

where is love

where is my mother

why have you abandoned me Lord?

Because He could not have known

what it would feel like

to die in that way

He said he was ready

to do anything

whatever it takes

for the Kingdom of Heaven

but He could not have been ready

for what happened to Him

that day

You see

He might have been the Son of God

but He was an ordinary man

with the thieves on their crosses

just an ordinary man

in that way

So He knew what it was like

to be broken

He knew His own mistakes

He even knew they were more important

than it seemed

because a man who accepts

his own truth

even if he doesn’t dare to tell it

is that much more ready

to love his brother

in the middle of any kind of mess

You don’t get to Heaven

without first

giving Hell

a stop by

And I’m telling you this story

for a good reason

and that is

if it’s more important

to know Jesus

than to be a good Christian

then it’s more important to be real

with yourself

than to be a hero

Christ don’t want no heroes

he wanted us to forgive

all the ordinary men

I knew there would come a time

when I saw things differently

when I would look out my window

and the world would be changed

but now

from where I stand

on the legs of the life

I lived

what I see

looking at what began

the day I died

all this terrible mess

it looks so right

and so very wrong

It’s the night we knew would come

but where y’all going

you want to lift up

your lights

you can’t carry them low

you’ve got to elevate them

raise them up

be bigger

be taller

fill up that night

with your lights brothers

because I don’t want the weight

of a single broken soul on my back

not one death

not one tear

I don’t want them

to be mine

I’ve done enough

now the rest

is yours

We may say

In Jesus’s name

but not this one

Not in my name

and I am a much more ordinary man

than He

The suffering

is enough now

what we need

what I dream of

is understanding

the most simple things

If you pick up a weapon

you’re going to get hurt

If you hurt someone else

with your hands

with being a fool

you are going against

the God in you

and you’re the one

who’s going to get hurt

So the ones who lean

so heavily on me

the ones who made sure

I couldn’t get up

they are the ones

I died for

as much as anyone else

and my God may be the only one

who heard me

when I said

they know not

what they do

Don’t you see?

Don’t you see that it makes

so much more sense

to build something up

than to burn something down?

Don’t you see

the fire within you

is enough?

I never believed the words

of my oppressor

because they were his lies

and they can’t hold a candle

to my truth

So don’t you believe them either

you tell your own story

don’t give the Devil

that chance

Sometimes it isn’t the very moment

of a mess that makes us

or breaks us

it’s the day after

and the day after that

and I have my way home now

I see the purpose of my days

But I beg you

down on my knee

have reverence

reverence for all things

Don’t be pretending

that your anger

is all its gonna to take

to fix things

That’s the easy part

and anything worth doing

ain’t easy

that is the truth of my story

Fight

but fight with your wits

your heart

your smarts

Make it better for that baby

who just wants

to be lifted up

You know

that when you looked at me

at my helplessness

you saw yourself

laying there

You saw every cruel eye

that ever brought you to the ground

every thief

pinned too

and hung to die

And so most of you saw red

when you could have seen God

but it’s okay

I haven’t stopped growing

I’m taller now

than I ever was alive

and I’m waiting around

to see what you hear

when you really listen

Not just shout

but listen for awhile

You might even hear

my name

I always knew

a church was every place

you decide to pray

so I’m asking you now

build those kinds of churches

every day

The churches of your minds

your great big hearts

and when you walk

decide where you are going

because wherever you go

an ordinary man is going

to meet you there

And He’ll be saying

just kick off your shoes and kneel

not to end a life

not with any other reason

than to find your own answers

to the suffering

in your own soul

He was an ordinary man

they say

but just look at the life

his death began

I wouldn’t have it

any other way

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The Force of Words

Adi Kanda — Sun, 24 May 2020 13:33:02 +0000

Words are the symbols of our voices

They represent

but even more

they carry as they move

Whether we speak them with our eyes

or our lips

whether we hear them with our ears

or our hearts

they move

and they move within us

They are the tools

of our soul’s desires

Silence is the birthplace

of words

Silence was present

before words were known

and will be there

when they die

And this time is coming

there will be an end to the age

of the necessity of spoken language

but until this dawning

words represent

everything we have

Communication is only necessary

where separation exists

We only reach to understand

what we fear we do not

We only speak what we believe

needs to be heard

We only answer

when we want it to be known

that we have heard

and we wish to be heard

in return

There are places where silence is king

where the imposition of

communication

is seen as a distraction

from the power of inner peace

The keepers of temples and

monasteries

know this

those who walk in meditation halls

and sleeping hospitals

know this

or anywhere an infant rests

a prayer is dreamt

or a choir prepares to sing

The value of Silence is found

in the awareness of what is not

spoken

which thus makes way

for true Presence to appear

And yet

when we come together

two by two

and more

we are immediately drawn to find our

words

to express

and through expression connect

and through connection

remember who we are

For the Creator said

Let there be Light

and in this speaking

the possibility of Light

was born

We have been invited

to consider before we express

is it necessary?

is it true?

is it kind?

To pause

to count to ten

to breathe

to sleep for a night

before we send the letter

to give space for discernment

in regard to what we dare to say

And yet so often

in these times of magnification

language has become a weapon

a tool itself of destruction

of falsehood

of false pride

Even between those who love

expression spills out

in rages and torrents

the language of hatred and vilification

of judgement and separation

uttering the constant reminder

that you and I are not the same

that you embody a problem I perceive

that in your differences from me

I am threatened

or you are lost

or the whole world will collapse

beneath the weight of your lies

And the compulsion to speak

the contradiction to your beliefs

has become so great in me

your ignorance such an irritant

your mistakes so dangerous

that to tear you down

becomes my momentary pleasure

to put to right

your right

to be wrong

What is so interesting

is that we observe this in the

conversation

of adults

of those who walk in grown bodies

and yet if our children dare to

contradict

to disrespect

they are quickly silenced

for insurrection cannot be tolerated

when control is at stake

And so is this not

what we witness here

in a world where information

populates and spreads like a virus

ever mutating

always feeding upon its latest host

and thus becoming formed

by the blood

the breath of the one who speaks it

the child within the adult

the one who was once so shushed

in turn

the one who fears

the one who aches

the one who is desperate

to regain that lost control

To choose Silence

is to invite a state of Grace

To be forced into silence

is to be denied the connection

which leads to Love

and these are the days

these are the times

wherein all our untended wounds

must cleanse

wherein every fear

must be revealed

And so wherever the touch of love

has been denied within our own soul’s

journey

our voices now rise up

Wherever we perceive

we have been told no

we now must say yes

Wherever we have been kept

from knowing a truth

we now will find new lies

And whatever world we fear the most

we will create

as whatever we are so afraid to lose

will seem to fly out our window

and as this vision rises

before our expectant eyes

we will utter the words:

Hear me

for my truth is the only truth

and if you see something different

you are wrong

And so picture this:

The deepest wounds

of every soul

incarnate upon this Earth

seek healing in their expression

at the same time

The voices of every creator

form words of activation

simultaneously

making concrete

that which must be seen

to be released

The conversations

of each being

seek to generate the matrix

of their own beliefs

because they must

and so the world becomes

many worlds

many visions

so many fears

all intersecting

all reaching for validation

all seeing

what they choose to see

which is indeed how it must be

for each one of us to begin to discover

the power and the magic

which lives within us

splinters of the Divine Creator

all

And so when we open our devices

our ears

our eyes each day

we are shown an expanse of illusions

like pages ripped out of a book of

fairytales

and blowing everywhere across the

ground

tumbling over top of one another

spreading upon the wind

across the land

rich with fables of good and evil

saviours and demons

the darkest of suffering

and the most magical discoveries

of jewels and feasts

and even love

and it is all true

and it is all a lie

as we choose

to make it so

What is the way forward

for those who wish

to lead with heart?

Simply this:

Let go of the idea of immutable fact

and embrace allowing the truth

of what you feel

When you are confronted

in conversation

interpret what you are shown

through your heart

for this is the way you will discover

meaning

and meaning

is the only timeless version

of Truth

there is

Acknowledge that when you converse

you are initiating

an exchange of energy

represented by your letters and words

a flow of liquid intent

both conscious and unconscious

and this is exactly

how it is meant to be

This is the ultimate purpose

of our utterances

and their reason for being

Decide what form of energy

you would like to embody

and let your words originate

from this essence

Consider what form of blessing

you would like to receive

from the expressions of others

Take what you need

and leave the rest

for what is a match for you

will always

be offered

everywhere you turn

Dare to allow yourself to shape the

world

by becoming one who listens

when all are shouting

and one who speaks

what is rarely heard

And above all

trust this moment

with all of its chaotic voices

This cleansing was foretold

in the beginning

and must be lived

till its end

The inner children of our species

must be adolescent for a time

before they are ready to walk

as adults

to speak the language of a mature

Love

Pity no one

for each soul has a role to play

and every voice you hear

was once yours too

There is only one thing

more contradictory to soul freedom

than imposed silence

and that is

imposed belief

and so the present moment

permission

to resist perceived shackles

is a gift

a rebellion that had to come

and so long as this wave is followed

by a second wave

of more heightened awareness

we will soon embark upon a time

when enemies become collaborators

and every kind of voice

joins the same choir

sour notes sung

until they can be sung no more

and only harmony echoes

across seas and mountains

a long lost song

remembered

from our birth

Your words

are more than words

they are a holy force

ready to move

the frozen hearts

of the gods of every land

Let that force be born of Love

and Beauty

and may you listen

and receive

as never before

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VIRUS

Adi Kanda — Fri, 13 Mar 2020 22:13:12 +0000

TRANSMISSION ON THE EXPERIENCE OF COVID-19.

In the world of the living
there will always be death
In the process of dying
there will always be fear
In the awakening of the soul
there will always be the unexpected
In the cleansing of the planet
there must come a revolution
and it will not be pretty
easy
or neat
Just as the body purges
so too
does the belly of the Mother
give up
what does not serve

To be human
is to be conscious of the self
and this view is both illuminating
for we must look in God’s hand mirror
and also divisive
for what we humans have done
for centuries
is stare at our own reflection
and wonder
why we are no longer
one with Source
These days
are coming to an end

When the dead leaves fall
they will in time be scattered by the winds
When the birds leave the nest
it will grow cold and empty
when the lambs are born
they will one day grow old and weak
until they fall to the earth
and return to dust
This is the truth of our journey
and it is both our greatest fear
and the answer
to every question under the sun

As a species
we have spent our days
years and centuries
building and acquiring
we have expanded
both in unconscious action
and in growing awareness
We now know more
than we have ever known
and we have also lived
a greater ignorance
than we could ever imagine
We have created unimaginable beauty
and we have destroyed
beyond imagining
We have been the devil
and god
rolled into One

And so when great changes come
such as we now live
a part of us fights to hold on
to what we think is the answer
as we try to control
what we do not understand
We are children
terrified in the midst of a storm
and we forget
to trust the parent
who is always
at our side

A virus is an agent
intent only
upon devouring its host
It has no life
beyond this feeding
no means of survival
no purpose
of its own
and yet we know
that there is nothing that exists
outside of Divine creation
and so even this element
is a part of us
even that which feeds upon us
is an aspect
of who we are
In this way
both the virus
and the fear of the virus
are the same

Fear infects us
finding its way into our cells
shaping our health
our function
our actions and reactions
and yet
it cannot live without us
it has no voice
except in the words
we allow ourselves to speak
When it inhabits us
the more we deny it
the more it grows
and it sickens us indeed
with its ripe contagion
for there is nothing more easily shared
than human fear

And what is fear
but the polarity to grace
to Love
What is fear
but the manifestation of doubt
the visceral expression
of absence of safety
the loss of trust
and the forgetting of hope

And so of course
how can we know Love
without first witnessing
the fear which comes
to invade our minds
our hearts
our very bones

When a tree falls in the forest
and it crashes to the ground
it crushes the flowers where it lands
it throws the creatures from their nests
it does in fact
make a terrible sound
whether or not
we are present to witness
to hear what is spoken
in that falling down

A part of the purpose of the tree
from the moment it began
as a tiny shoot sprouting up from the soil
was this moment of collapse
No matter how great
how tall
this being
one day this tree
must fall

And when it falls
its body will become the food
the life source
for so many organisms
it will return into the ecology
of the forest floor
it will serve as much purpose
in its death
as it did
in growth
in life

We as a species
have been so young
all we have seen
is our desire to grow
to become bigger and bigger
to rise closer and closer to the sun
but the time must come
when we are ready to witness
our own falling
our own surrender
into the eternal embrace of the Mother
when we dare to consider
that what we have been feeding upon
is now ready
to feed upon us

This very idea
brings us horror
and yet
it is the cycle of all life
upon this planet
and it is the way
we come to understand
what it means to be alive
in physical form
in this dimension
where the eternal soul
plays the game
of material birth and death

We waste so many breaths
thinking they will never end
We live so many lifetimes
as if survival were our only dream
We name every other living thing
as food
and then wonder
why fear comes to eat us
to interrupt
our endless meal

And so here we find
the shaft of light
pouring down from the dark clouds
of these days
and it is the understanding
that we are the virus
and the virus is fear
and we are the ones
who have made both of these
very real
in our eyes
in our lives

Our material realm needs death
to bring life
There is not one
without the other
and the longer we fight this principle
the more suffering we generate
in our own hearts
We think that to die
to know physical decline
is the greatest tragedy
and yet there is something
much darker still
and this is to live life
running from death
running from loss
running from danger
and as we run
gobbling up
the life force of all the beings
in our path

Can you imagine a world
where we stop fearing
our own death
and in the release of this fear
we also release our habits
of devouring
of conquering
of owning
of eating everything
in our hunger for a safety
which can never come?

If this world is a mirror
to the Creator
and it is
what is it that the Creator
wishes to learn
from our experience of death?
If we are travellers
in a state of expansion from Source
preparing to return
into reunion with the All
which we are
what is it that Spirit
is teaching us
as an aspect of itself?

If fear is the furthest expression
from Universal Love
and it is
then what could happen
if we were to bear witness
to the degree fear
has eaten us up
and in this way
choose to feed ourselves differently
choose to witness
the virus we have become
upon the planet
choose to believe in the magic
of how suffering dissolves
when we allow the pain of life
to be cradled in our own
loving arms

These days of so much confusion
so many losses
such inequities
the crumbling of structures
paradigms
and beliefs
make for huge gateways
for fear to enter
As we seem to lose
our sanity
we discover
the layers and layers
of lies we have lived
and how illness and wellness
have never been understood

And yet
and yet the night is always deepest
before the first light
of dawn
our own ignorance
is revealed in its magnitude
when we first learn of a lost truth
our own dying must come
before we can experience
the liberation
of a soul flying free
in readiness
to be reborn

This is our present moment
and there is so much
that may grant us solace
so many different ways
to witness turmoil
and instead find
new love

There is no kindness greater
than that which is offered
in times of loss
There is no gift more valued
than what is given
in times of lack
and so the petri dish
we have created
upon our planet
is ripe for loving
for giving
for compassion and patience
more than ever before

We are asked
to not just wash our hands
of the virus
but to cleanse our hearts
of our habits of separation and fear
It is no coincidence
that we are told safety is found
in isolation and avoidance
of human contact and embrace
for this is the manifestation
of the distance we have created
as we live in our aggression
and our need

We are asked
to not just stay away from others
in our physical presence
but to take this time of imposed slowness
and solitude
to recalibrate our habits
of hunger
and greed
It is exactly when we notice
our fears of not having enough
that we are granted a chance to see
that we have been given everything
and when we are willing
to give in return
Plenty will grow
such as never before
and the blessings of our planet
may yet return
in the brilliance of her capacity
to regenerate
for she is the expression
of the Creator
and there is no limit
to what may be reborn
as we break through
the illusions
of our human matrix
of fear

It is up to us
to choose
We may huddle in fear
or we may stand tall in awareness
We may lock the doors of our homes
or we may open our hearts
We may be driven by fear
of our own deaths
or we may embrace the dream
of this life in every moment
including our very last breath
We may feel helpless and confused
or we may connect to our own
highest guidance
and listen always to this first
We may assume the primacy
of dark forces
or we may dare to witness
that we are capable of transforming
even the opposite
of godly light

And as we choose
never underestimate the power
and influence
of what takes place
in our own meditations and prayers
our own intimate conversations
and writings
our own moment to moment actions
throughout our days
for this is our own personal battleground

We may not all be the gowned warriors
of courage
who walk hospital corridors
daring to serve
but we walk our own lives
with just as much potency
just as many opportunities
to generate the healing
of what eats
at our own cells

Know that
the recalibration of the Great Mother
will cleanse us
over and over again

Know that
in many ways
we have just begun
the deconstruction of our false gods
and towers of fear

Know that our power lies
in our willingness to not be afraid
of our own fear
or the fear of others
to resist the temptation to join in
to weave stories of terror and destruction
to blame those to whom
we have given our strength
to deny those
whose voices dare to tell the truth
of hope
rooted in the heart
the intuition
the blessings
of a primary world view
seen as a journey
of an expanding soul

If we are soul fragments
of infinite vision
how does this dictate our actions
during these days of cleansing
of fear?
If we hold the capacity
to transmute our physical experience
through trust
and relinquishing attachment
how does this help us
not only survive
but generate the most gorgeous art
our spirit may articulate
in the rich fields
of human experience
alive in these days of turmoil
the fires that have always burned
in the artists
in the dreamers
in the creators
of a higher world?

What is the poetry
of this moment?
What are the tenets of truth
which we may whisper
into the ears of the living
and the dying
carried upon the songs
of the creatures
and the forests
and the waters
and the skies?

Where is love found
even now?
Where is love found
especially now?
How may the eternity of Love
find us now
midwife to the child
we collectively birth
through health
through sickness
never parted
not by any death
for the soul has become
all life
once more

There is nothing novel
in the viruses which find us
in the virus we have been
for centuries past
What is new
is our opportunity
to grow up
from our lives
as children of our Creator
into beings who express
the Divine incarnate
human and Spirit
as one
at last

~ AdiKanda

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S.C.R.E.A.M.

Adi Kanda — Thu, 27 Feb 2020 03:50:51 +0000

S.C.R.E.A.M.

This morning, in the midst of my breath work practice, I was told I needed to Scream.

A Scream is the ultimate, vivid expression. We can scream in pain or ecstasy. We can scream in rage, fear or surprise. We can scream with intent, or without control. We can scream silently, inwardly, or with ear-shattering sound. We can scream together, or alone. But always we can only scream when there is a great power within us that demands to be heard.

Rumi said, “Stop acting so small. You are the Universe in ecstatic motion.”

What was given to me today are five simple tenets of the courageous practice of being alive, of waking up, of screaming our Self to our own ears, and to the world. You probably are familiar with them all. You may practice them in your own way. I share them with you now, in the hopes that this reminder may inspire you to dare to S.C.R.E.A.M. with me, that all the power, freedom and liberation we hold may be revealed.

S/ SIMPLIFY, BE STILL WITHIN.

I dare to say NO to that which is not in service of my central purpose, to shout it to the heavens if necessary. I focus upon the one thing that makes my heart sing and trust that everything else will fall away and find its own place. Less is more. An uncluttered mind and inner stillness is the source of all aligned action. I dare to take the time, several times a day, to grant myself this stillness, away from distractions and technology. No matter how attachment rears its head, I will practice letting go. Daring to divest, release and simplify exponentially increases the joy I feel in my union with the natural world. Daring to trust that I have everything I need fulfills me beyond the material realm.

C/ CREATE.

Creativity is the active voice of Spirituality. By daring to create, I enact the part of me which expresses and I remember I am the Creator incarnate, with purpose and meaning. My creative acts are the explosive song of my soul, whether they celebrate my joy or honour my grief. They connect me to a truth much larger than the material realm. They remind me to be a child again, to play again, to dare to be seen by the world. When I engage in music, dance, visual art, writing, photography, performance, building, designing, cooking, I uplift and fuel my spirit, and balance my nervous system. When I share my creative works, I tell my truth to the world. When infused with creative light, any act in my day may become Art.

R/ be REAL.

I am enough as I am. My love is enough as I am and I set myself free. I dare to let go of all habits of pleasing, pretending, hiding and denying. I am humbled, honest and real with myself about any actions which are not the true me. Any lack of acceptance I perceive from others around me is a reminder that I am being asked to forgive, love and accept myself even more. My days of stretching to reach something false, of thinking I have to copy or imitate, of minimizing myself to fit into an external limitation are over. I am a child of the Creator and who I am is perfect in the eyes of Source. When I reveal the truth of myself, I am honouring the Divine.

E/ EXPECT MIRACLES WITH EASE.

The truth of my experience is one of infinite possibilities awaiting my discovery. I dare to release old and familiar negativity, doubt and limitation. That which I believe, I will attract without forcing, pleading or chasing. That which I know is in my highest good will find me. That to which I give my attention will be created. I give myself absolute permission to be surprised by the bounty of what may come to me in its own time and its own way. I remind myself to be in absolute trust so that I may receive. I choose to live in the realm of what is possible, rather than what I fear I may lack. I am safe in the arms of plenty now.

A/ ASK AND APPRECIATE.

I am surrounded by loving support in every moment, but I must ask, for this is my role as I remember who I am. Remembering to appreciate the smallest details of my life reminds me of everything I have already been given. The guides are always waiting to meet me when I state my highest desire. By daring to Ask I recognize myself as an aspect of the Creator with autonomous choice. This is the most pure form of prayer. This is the death of the ego, for when I ask from a state of appreciation, trust and love, I know I am always held in every experience, and my fear falls away. Even when my physical reality does not yet manifest my desires, the act of asking with an open heart brings me to the vibration of fulfillment in my soul.

M/ MOVE.

I dare to move and stretch my physical body daily as this is the fastest way to change my state.

I dare to move my emotional body through unfiltered expression to release anything I am holding.

I dare to move my energy body through healing practices, as this engages my multi-dimensional nature and reconnects me to Source, clearing stuck and pooled energy which clouds my vision.

I dare to move the physical systems of elimination in my body through whole foods and hydration, to cleanse my cells and free myself from toxins and waste.

I dare to move my voice through sounding, chanting and song, with total self-acceptance in my own sacred space.

I dare to move my breath deeply, frequently, reconnecting with the gift of life in my physical form and flooding my body and senses with gratitude.

I dare to move the gates of my heart and open them wide as I greet the gift of the day before me.

I dare to trust in the flow of all life, which is infinite and ceaseless movement in connection with the All.

As I move, I invite profound gratitude as I fulfill my purpose in my incarnation upon this Earth.

And tomorrow, I will S.C.R.E.A.M. again.

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