the angel whose voice and love carried me through the time of the searching within death came dancing towards me along the shores of the river serpent, naked and joyous, shining in the brilliant sun of the afternoon and singing my name. where else would we meet but here? and that river is a serpent, indeed. sinewy and sensual, it weaves a green and blue pattern of light sculpted in its depths through this super-charged sliver in the body of the earth. it carries all these songs to the sea, the prayers of the faithful sung in the voice of devotion to the soul of creation. we are a galactic gathering of earthling aeons, frolicking in a sun that almost overwhelms the senses. but it is this overwhelm -coupled with the depth of practices as varied and dynamic as all the various spiritual traditions and innovations of the world in which we, as gypsies, carve our paths by walking - that so enriches and enlivens the soul that endless streams of music, art, flowetry, healing touch and ever more course through us as the eternal rushing of creations pulse. we have primed the channels to conduct the kundalini without frying, short circuiting or otherwise missing the mark. we are target bound with the needlepoint focus of our intensity of desire to restructure the context to suit our content.
yes, take that in - restructure the context to suit your content.
we shall adhere to no falsehood or reduction in our manifestation - we are crafted of stars to bring the light of all creation into the crevasses of this earthly moment. we are tuned with the songs of angels to sing with the hearts of birds. was there ever a more perfect instrument than me to orchestrate the expression of god and grow a garden in which all the world may dance? certainly not.
and you know what's nice? i'm one of many.
and looking back into the pages of journals and the scent of moments spent before the altar, moments in envisioning my perfect scenario, i have arrived at just what i requested. oh, yes, i think to myself, this is just what i asked for. it is actually more than i asked for. it is the perfect stepping stone, because it arises as that which i want and enjoy with a few parts that i hadn't considered (filter this aspect out, call that aspect in...) to facilitate more in-depth crafting and cultivation of the field.
dedication, my friends. persistence.
it's been years that i've been calling in the seat in which i now sit. and i am almost not ready for it. i am still a little bit shy. i am still a little bit too hasty here and too slow there. but then i know even more that i am in the right place because my lessons are so obviously, so archetypally kinnected and interwoven with the whole unfolding of my lotus journey. it's all archetype. i'm a muse, a musician, a performer and an empress, an inspiration and an overwhelm. i am white buffalo calf woman, kali ma, gaia, ishtar. i am the archetype of the dynamic feminine, so yearning for the healing of touch while clawing the hand that reaches for me. it is still this same thing - sit and wait, work the field, tap a line here to watch how the web shivers in the evenings slanting sunlight. patience, persistence, awareness, action. it all feels very transient and crucible-hot to me. many beings, many options, and this is a station. not the destination. where am i going, i wonder, as time unfurls around me. out of the country by the end of the year, this much i know. to somewhere i've never been in this body.
if you could craft the world to suit your gift and beauty, how would it look and feel? guess what? get on it.
all blessings on your creative process, worldcrafter. only the best.
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