Saturday, September 20th, 2012

I want you to know that I know what it is like…always standing on the fresh edge of a cliff.  Always standing between the worlds.  Always waiting for the subtle signs about when to hold on, knuckles gripped, until the right moment to let go, completely and without restraint.  I know what it is like to have to be very good at both.  To have to be, not for actual survival, but simply because you are a person who does not avoid feeling…who does not or cannot.

You can’t tell by looking at us…we who are this sensitive…but we are as alien in a land of numbness like this world still mostly is, as we would be if we had big green heads or three eyes.  Yes, most people can’t see it, just like most people can’t see nymphs and fairies, but we live in an entirely different world.  We are fully alive, we lean in even when it hurts because we know there is some treasure there we will never find if we avoid it, everything is vivid for us.  We are technicolor in a world still mostly viewed in black and white.  There are other dimensions and landscapes for us, and sometimes we are alone in them because no one else wants to see them yet.

These gifts once made us Oracles…conduits between the land of the seen and that of the unseen…but not primarily because we could have visions or hear voices.  That was secondary to, and actually a result of, being able to deeply feel.  There is nothing that takes more courage, nothing that has a higher cost, and nothing else that has greater rewards than any cost could touch.  For only when we deeply feel can we find our truest knowing and remain connected to it, letting us be guided through life in the most natural and authentic way possible.  Only then can we really know we are instruments of love, and what that really means.

These gifts of sensitivity and feeling still make us Oracles.  And there is only one threshold we must cross to more consciously become this Oracle that we are…to fully access this knowing.  The crossing of this threshold marks the difference between being tossed about on an ocean of hypersensitivity, or in a similarly lost way gripping the wheel of our vessel of numbness, compasses spinning…and the grace of a walk through life embodying our true power.  That walk of grace might see us pass from the underworld to the heavenly bliss and back again many times, but with power and wholeness and triumph.  All is perfect either way and only leading us back to ourselves ultimately, but the crossing of that threshold is like the discovery of stars in a once-dark night.  You are never the same.  You become an awakened Oracle present on the earth once again, you become one of the Oracles who are returning.

This threshold that you cross is your fear that you are not enough, or that you have done wrong that would keep you from living a life of beauty and joy.  It is a fear that you do not deserve or somehow have not earned the gifts of pure power that have always been yours.  It is a fear of being alone, of being too much, of being outcast or worse.  It is a fear born at the time when you were first threatened for being too beautiful.  The truth is every single one of us is stunningly beautiful when we allow ourselves to really be seen.  I know that it can be so bad, that fear, that we’d rather live a half-life than ever face it.  But it is only a shadow cast by something precious you are about to reclaim, that happens to look scary from where you are standing.  When you are ready, though you may feel like you are facing your death, you can just walk right through.

I just want you to know that I understand.  You see, we once had a world that was structured to support these gifts.  A world that was designed to allow us to experience the fullness of our emotion and sensation with relish and abandon.  Since there is no longer that context, and indeed a structure that discourages us from nourishing these abilities instead, we are the brave pioneers on the frontier of feeling, willing to go where others won’t and create a new way of being again.  I want you to know that I know how hard it can be to do that…to feel so much and some days, when having been rather battered by the waves, to want to get out of the water all together like the other land-dwellers.  To stray away from the cliffs and back into the plains where the fruits aren’t as sweet and to speak of less important things with people who don’t need to speak of anything else.

But you, bright star…you are a miracle with the power to completely shift this planet and do so with the power of your own joy.  You can be the richest soul, because you have claimed the inner treasure others are unwilling to seek or accept.  You can be, in your immodest thrill, an example to others when the fruits dry up everywhere else and they finally find themselves on the cliff-sides anyway.  By then you will be so weathered by the storm that the wind won’t even knock you down when it picks up, and you will use its sway to lift you as you add flowers to your basket…for you will have built a home there.  You will know where it is warm, and how to go into the very center of your being to touch your fire.

You will still rise and fall on the waves sometimes, but you will carry grace in your heart and you will trust the dark times as you do the light.  And they will both have something to show you, and something to give you.  And you will know how to nurture yourself when the fall is sharp and the night is hard, and you will be found even when you are lost.  You will not be afraid to be lost.  You will surrender and you will never lose.

So, I am writing today to say, hold on, take faith, all is for the good…even if it seems it couldn’t be.  Even if you think you are going crazy and the upcoming transformational shifts are making you want to take off into the night and make you forget your name, but you can’t move…cross the threshold anyway…and eventually the storm will let up for the first time in a while…and you will see the new day you were always heading for.  And then, storm or sunshine, you will know.  And you will carry the treasure of your knowing and remembering with you again, and forever…

Love, Jennifer

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Saturday, September 29th, 2012

Tempestuous.  Unruly.  Emotional.  Insatiable.  Things I can easily feel all in one afternoon.  Not perhaps words you would associate with enlightenment, but of course that depends on what kind of enlightenment you are talking about.  And what kind of path you are planning on taking there…I am talking about the path of the Goddess.

While we often might imagine an enlightened person alone standing on a mountaintop, or sitting in lotus position under a bodhi tree, there is another path.  A nearly forgotten path.  Not forgotten because it slipped to the bottom of a purse like a a set of keys.  Buried quite intentionally.  And this may be the only case where it is actually a good thing that it was buried alive, for this “way” is still alive inside of every one of us.  Rather than the saintly and static image we have of  those who have “transcended” earthly life, this way involves the swirling and thrusting of dancing bodies, the ecstatic screams and lose, wild hair of one in total abandon.  This way involves the pounding of ancient music, drums playing the sounds of the heartbeat we have always known.  This way includes the act of sex seen in it’s most beautiful form, the ultimate proof of human and divine being one.  This way embraces the full spectrum of emotion, like the sweet rush of the uncontrollable ocean.  This way embraces the whole of experience, embraces the body, and doesn’t have to avoid temptation.

This is the way of the Goddess, and once upon a time she and her serpent power ruled the world.  For in it’s time of true knowing and glory, the Goddess religion was not about one gender being higher than others, or gender at all.  It was about being led by the feminine life force that undeniably rose up from the wells of your body and being and shed grace on everything within and around you, no matter your gender, age, race or even specie.  That grace then allowed the experience of the full, true, beautiful masculine to be known in all life too.  Gender and our ideas about it were so different then.

We answered to the body.  It knew everything (and still does.)  We didn’t have to look up to the heavens to pray for answers about our confusing lives on earth.  We just asked our bodies.  They store all the information in the universe.  We literally do have all the answers within.  But we were closer to our bodies then.  We really opened ourselves up to pleasure, as we have since been taught not to.  We didn’t have to wonder about the Goddess, we could feel her alive inside of us.  We could feel that serpentine life force throbbing up from the base of our spines and undulating through our hearts and minds.  We lived by that rhythm.

Sometimes in this life I feel as if I walk among the ruins, picking up fragments, seeing images disfigured on the remaining walls.  Though I have really done this in places around the world in locations like Egypt, Greece and India, I also do it in my mind and heart.  I stumble upon the distorted myths, altered to disguise and repress the true knowing of the feminine.  I see that so many of the serpent goddesses have been turned into the demons of stories, bearing monsters, referred to as child-eaters, described as having been “slain” by this god or that, or this saint or that, as new religions took hold.  I remember Python, Protectress of the Nymphs, and Priestesses, and Oracles of Old, wrapped around the stone pillar in the cave at Delphi.  I remember the serpents who came to “lick or clean the ears” of those who would then have the gift of prophecy.  Always the life force, there to protect and guide us…and still it waits for us to know it fully again…it waits for the return of knowing of the serpent power within.

It takes courage to come back to the body.  Back to feeling.  Back to allowing in pleasure and emotion and sensation when we have been purposefully taught to be numb and quiet and complacent.  Taught not just in this lifetime, but in many, and by incredibly brutal means.  But this is the only way back, back to that path that sings in translucent light.  Back to that path that is golden.  Back to the way we once knew.  Back to throwing our head back to laugh too loud.  Back to writing in ecstasy.  Back to not holding back.

Seem far-fetched?  Not as far-fetched as what I am about to suggest then.  What I see is that this is where the world consciousness transformation is leading us…back to embodiment.  Only it will be even better this time.  What we’ve learned along the way is priceless beyond all measure and will make our experiences more powerful than ever before.  In the coming years we will simply be stripped of everything that supresses our true glory and beauty, and in that nakedness we will truly see ourselves completely for the first time.

We will greet the serpent, when we feel her again moving, not with fear which makes us demonize and hide from her, but with glowing excitement…we will get lost in her luminous coils and press our face to hers until they become one, and that is how we will see the face of the goddess, of god, of ourselves…

Love, Jennifer

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