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Because being suspended in liquid honey is the closest I could so far describe the feeling of being absolutely in love with something or someone.
Because every time I see a real flower (not the ones produced on a massive scale, with their DNA messed up, so they stay in perfect shape for longer, but with little to no smell at all left), I think to myself: as long as flowers still blossom, there can be no question on the existence of Love.
Because anytime I feel pain, physical or spiritual, I remember that it’s nothing more than evidence of the lack of love, or scarcity of it. Even the pain inflicted by others, because that’s nothing more than a request for attention from those who do it.
Because tea is a form of liquid love which you pour inside your body, with hours and hours of good “side effects”. Tea is the story of the planet, encapsulated in the pores of leaves, that starts to unfold once again under hot water, being brought back to life, for enough time to whisper to our souls about the magic of life. And it is the echo which reverberates inside our organs and veins, getting us back to our primary rhythm. Connecting our mind, heart and root energies in a stronger bond, while washing away the traces of dis-ease and the inevitable frustration built up over time, from the walls of inner landscapes.
I’m talking about the tea made from the plants grown on chemical-free soil, hand-picked and sun-dried, you know, the right kind, that keeps the sun and the wind in them, after the water has evaporated. Not those things with 7 labels on the package to convince us that they are natural, when in fact no memory of how they’re supposed to smell or taste remains in those tea bags. Evidence of desperate attempts of men in white robes debating on how to imitate nature, and multiply something which just looks like it, for the bigger profit.
Because it’s the air that keeps us alive, and the air which eventually oxides and erodes the appearances of the body and the material into oblivion, so that the new could emerge.
All those little love makings triggered by each breath in and out feed little rivers of new life throughout my internal universe. And so I know I am being loved as long as I am the recipient of this exchange of new and old.
Because I am water. We are more like water than like any other thing. We are more like water, air, and thought, than we like to admit at this point in time. Water is synonym to magic. It heals, clears, nurtures and transforms. It can transform in anything it needs: patience, impatience, nurture or destruction. It holds the knowledge of the Earth. Life could not begin unless we were fully immersed in the sacred communion liquid first. While humans barely communicate trough words and actions, the Earth communicates through the wind, the water, us, and everything else.
7. The Sun
Because most things follow the Sun, and I feel them all a part of me. Because me and the trees miss it badly in the winter. Because few things can escape the secret agreement it has with the other things that remind me of Love, and also with every cell of my being, such as it is perceived within the boundaries made by men.
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There is a certain pace at which life makes sense just the way it is. A pace at which you can actually feel the moments.
A pace at which your cells know their true path.
A pace at which you understand why some things exist and others don’t, and why you are among the first.
A pace at which you know how and why things happen.
A pace at which you grasp the wordless definition of time, a definition given by your soul, and not by man-made mechanisms.
A pace at which your body is grateful.
A pace at which you can let go, and keep only what resembles your sacred making.
A pace at which the skin of an orange slice doesn’t break, when parted from its sisters, at which your gaze heals another human being, a pace at which all life around you acknowledges you with every step you take, a pace at which you can actually share your experience.
At which you observe the traces of life on a glass window and the traces of what was, on your heart.
At which you give no one proof of being worthy, because everyone already knows it.
At which your atoms remember when they were immaterial silence and light.
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All these women speak to your spirit. Having been through
the tides of their own spiritual journeys, their stories empower us,
their wisdom and nurture will remind your soul of its inherent worth.
Choose to own your power. The world need’s it.
If you feel the need for some practical wisdom as a woman, or you wanna get “serious” about your femininity, here are some resources for you:
work revolving around
– embracing your feminine power and the modern goddess,
– how having equal rights as men doesn’t mean imitating them,
– having it all doesn’t mean doing it all,
– the feminine divine path to manifesting your dreams.
I couldn’t stop talking about this woman.
I am a dedicated fan and proud I Am Venus Ambassador, I think every woman should have her book(s).
Her work has helped me decode my own inner mission and go through life with a different sense of self I did not know I could have.
one book: “Resurrecting Venus”
My favorite quotes from the book (with Romanian translation), here:
more on: http://www.cynthiaoccelli.com/
Dr. Christiane Northrup
work revolving around
– your health and wellbeing as a woman, how to speak the language of your body, – how to “create physical and emotional health and healing”.
– all stages of life as a woman decoded, from childhood, motherhood, menopause to old age.
Any time I need a spiritual pick-me-up, I watch one of these videos or listen to her radio show. She’s a rock, a healer, wise and fun, telling-it-like-it-is type of woman.
one book: ““
more on: http://www.drnorthrup.com/
work revolving around
– finding hormonal balance through diet,
– understanding the monthly cycle and what happens with the body during each phase,
– decoding all the processes in a woman’s body and how you can make the best of each of them.
If you’re a planning freak like me, you’ll love this.
book “The Woman Code”
more at: http://floliving.com/
work revolving around
– the divine feminine as a missing component in world religions stories,
– how we need a balance between the masculine and feminine representations of the Divine.
– how God/Divinity/Source can be found starting inside of our own bodies.
Any belief, or residue of the belief, that being a woman is somehow less than being a man, will forever be dissolved by this woman’s work.
one book: “Reveal”
more on: http://megganwatterson.com/
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These women got to know their power, embraced it completely and then decided to shine it back into the world. Their work is much greater than what could be put into a blog post.
So, here’s my wish for you: may you fall in love with at least one of them, if not with all of them, and take in the priceless gifts they bring to the world.
It is a new time for discovery around the whole planet, but every discovery starts within each and every one of us. Let these women help you.
Because if you don’t follow your heart and true dream, you’ll miss out on life and the world will miss out on you.
I am here for any questions you might have related to all of the above.
Love to you.
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Until a few years ago, I was my worst critic. I never ran short of negative self judgement. I kinda felt there were other ways to do things, but it seemed like everybody else around me did it, so I thought, well, who am I to do otherwise? Not to be mistaken for a conformist. I did it my way. 🙂 But I was living in the mind.
I’m not gonna go into the how and why I got there, because I would probably need to write a book to tell the whole story. But I can give you a glimpse of what it looks like, and what I think of it, as I am still shaking off the last bits and cutting off the last strings of the burden that it has built around me and my life, while being attached to it. Some may even be feeling a bit of relatableness 🙂 So grab a cup of tea, this will be, at times, a bit… chilly.
I know how cruel the life of those living only in the mind is, because I did it too, for a long time.
It’s a cold place, which you constantly try to warm up with ego things and you never quite manage to.
Every time you think you made it, something, someone bigger, faster, stronger, will dwarf you.
It’s the way of the world, the natural process of growth. And yet, when you are in the mind and live off the land of ego, nothing will soothe the pain, since you only play for the first, spotless place.
Anything which starts with the second place and goes downwards, is for losers.
Sure, this way to live and be has made our race stronger… or did it?
Did we learn to keep our tears inside? Are we more ourselves now?
Are we pleased?
Outcomes and underlayings
Poverty, violence, war, racism, old laws that cause injustice, pollution, intolerance, disease.
The personal dramas, the natural catastrophes,
a picture of an earth that seems to forgive the bad and punish the good.
Yet, these are not the real problems, in the sense that they are not unsurpassable. All these things have solutions. Real ones.
On paper, everybody knows them. Sadly, in practice, there’s something underneath them, which constantly sabotages their fulfillment: the underlying ones. Instead of allowing ourselves to thrive and soar, our efforts seem like stones in a game of backward Tetris, unconsciously dissolving everything that’s on top. Those underlying problems aren’t complicated, and not hard to understand, but we lack the muscle for it; and they are simple in fact: we don’t take care of our bodies and we live in the mind. Sounds too easy, doesn’t it? You would think that we are here for higher purposes, right? Well, what if that higher purpose would start to reveal its true nature only after you solved these first two?
Vessels of life
If we would just take a moment, and stay still, and reflect.
I’m not sure which is worst, ignoring your body or believing you are your mind.
Both however make a recipe for disaster.
We think that we don’t have to listen to our bodies, but to everything else around them; when actually, the Universe is within us too. We know what we need, so that we can function at an optimal level. But we just don’t want to. We can’t. We need to many permissions, it has to first be all over the news. We need a campaign and a montage!
Denying the very space inside of us, and its requirements, is what leads to the primary structure on which we sew our negative emotions, bad feelings and unwanted outcomes.
Nothing would be simpler, and yet more effective, than to turn inside. Yet somehow, most of us spend a lifetime running away from it, in this mad quest for an ever-eluding picture of happiness and what we are taught it should be.
In a fast paced world, nobody seems to have the time for such un-graspable matters.
When did we decide that this formula would be good for ourselves:
don’t eat natural foods
don’t drink water
don’t get fresh air and sun
don’t get enough sleep?
Not listening to our bodies is actually not listening to the divine power that created us, call it whatever you fancy. We tool and harden them, instead of loving them. It seems easier, although it’s a bad long-term management decision. In time, it will prove to be harder.
Why do we do it?
because for so many years, we have been taught how to imitate an ideal that serves the industrial type of productivity, we scheduled our hours and efficiency, trying to imitate machines.
- are you sick? get a pill and get back to work.
- you want not-junk-food? what, what’s wrong with fries for breakfast, lunch and dinner?
- and of course, my favourite: you can sleep when you’re dead.
A German might call me a Greek. But this is not about disproving what already is, it’s just to ask: what do we really still need?
We ignore the little signals until they become a huge cry, then we go to the doctor and get quick fixes or permanent ones. Society loves sacrifice stories, but do we still need them to feel worthy?
Back to the mind: when you only live in it, or mostly in it, you make a choice of being its servant, instead of making it your servant. Everything has to be a challenge, in order to reaffirm your choice; a mountain, something to be conquered. Stillness is death.
We have an overly masculine approach on everything, even though femininity is the symbol for creation, creativity and nurturing, thus for positive growth.
Maybe applying a few feminine principles would spare us greatly of the negative outcomes we face.
Maybe the two, the masculine and the feminine, should be sewed in a more balanced manner into most decisions, if not all decisions. How would the world look then?
One paradox of the mind is that, although it doesn’t have all the facts, it behaves as though it has only the negative possible ones. Then, it shuts down or ignores the communication with the heart, and makes perfect excuses for distrusting it all. God forbid we should accept we need attention or to love ourselves, before we first hammer ourselves into avoiding to acknowledge that. It’s an acquired reflex. There’s no need for a teacher or a supervisor, we can punish the self and the others without any help. What’s better than persecution? Self-persecution. We’ve become masters of the blaming game, always on a lookout for possible candidates, that we can offer some home-made anger treats to.
We embrace the ego so tightly and then ask the divine to give us answers for why our lives aren’t better than they are. We like greed, envy, jealousy, to be possessive, to control and manipulate; we think maybe if we keep going like that, we will somehow imitate true power. They’re like artificial sweeteners and hydrogenated fats in your desert, a brief somewhat pleasurable taste, but then they damage all tissues they come in contact with…
Mindfulness? slow food? grinding your own coffee? meditation? Ain’t nobody got time for that!
A shadow of reason
We’ve become so skilled into shooting our own dreams down.
When did we decide the power to change is not ours?
When did we outsource responsibility?
At what point did we accept to be in a constant state of unworthiness?
Was it when philosophers first came to be, when they seemed to be people destined to solve problems which required (more) time to think?
It seemed deep thinking and rabbit holes were for philosophers, creativity was for artists, building houses was for masons, and the matters of the spirit were for priests and monks.
Did that left the rest of the people with in-between jobs (purposes)?
Do we go to fortune tellers and truly expect them to map out our next moves, when in truth, the map is inside us, and we, subconsciously or consciously, draw it ourselves as we go?
Was it in our education over the years, the mentality that brought us to record and execute, but not to understand?
Why do we let our bodies and our lives to something else other than our own hands?
We settled for less. Probably because it seemed easier to appear as victims, than to appear as anything stronger than that.
Responsibility means accountability, nobody wants that. The victim cannot be guilty, right?
We’ve mistaken instincts for feelings, and to be powerful with being destructive or unchangeable.
Why is it so hard for people to fight for what they know is best for them?
Is it because they don’t know they can ask for it?
Are we afraid of being called “lazy”, “a wuss”, “a rebel”? What’s the label you fear most?
Who do you need permission from to be yourself and claim your right to wellbeing?
The demons that live inside and around you need your permission too. They feed primarily on fear. They grow stronger with each dive into anger, and each fake desert you have.
And at what point did the mind became the only seemingly reliable tool?
“Here’s a soul: now go on living like you don’t have one.” Wouldn’t we all be just brains? How creepy would that be?
We should understand that we have been given a sacred space and vessel of communication, and that we are obligated to care for it the best way we can.
We should see that only in this space we share the management position with the power that created us.
We should understand that having a brain does not mean we only have that. The mind is but a servant. Someone said that the mind is the captain that stirs the boat, but not the boat itself.
We are a resonating space, that when let to it, goes in tune with all universal forces. Being there for ourselves is what gives way for that to happen.
We are the ones that shut down the opportunities which lie on the other side of victimhood.
Our bodies are meant to move us and hold our spirits.
Stepping across that line between fear and manifestation of our inner gifts is what drives the human spirit after all. Caring for yourself is caring for the way you care for others. When you are not whole, you can’t give the same way you would as when being that way.
Let the bridges between your heart and your mind reconnect. Let them go together. Then tie back the loose ends of your body’s needs, these are two gifts you can give yourself anytime, that no one else can give you. Make yourself whole again, that is how you first came here anyway.
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