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Mic Test #2 – Tidied Up Shitty First Draft :)

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Just watched the Thrive: What On Earth Will It Take documentary.
2hours+12minutes of my Life.
and Now
free-writing
about
Who I Am and Why I Am Here.

Hmmm…lets start with where we are:
(provide a background for the rest of these 20 minutes)

Puerto Vallarta, Jalisco.
9.14.2014, 10.08pm
The night hurricane Odile touches land in the Baja area. Category 4 Hurricane…a beautiful swirl of water and rain washing down the jaws of the whale. (We are in Mexico. The 14th biggest “country” in the World…on the map the shape of it looks like a whale. To me anyway.)

No rain here…we are protected in the cove of this coast…Bahia de Banderas. Bay of the Flags. (an interesting story here)

I didn’t realize I am standing on sacred Ground!!!

Who Am I and Why Am I Here?

I am Momma Goddess.
*Hot*

Who is at the center of my torus?

(Antibiotic break…for nasal polyps, so the doctor says)

My daughter sleeps.
(I don’t like this voice…)

Hello. Its nice to be here again!
(I think I’m already at 10minutes…)

Geewhiz! Free-writing, without even reading while I write, editing, or looking back….just typing down the dictation of The Moment…not easy! 🙂

Sigh…
Its starting to drizzle. I wonder how close we will be to Odille’s eyes…I guess we only get the whippings of her tail.

Please don’t rain tomorrow! I’m finally getting my 60-minute Cupocity massage at Victoria Spa!
I deserve this, don’t I?
A little bit of loving, in the hands of another.
So does Every body else in the World too!
Thrive…
Lets!

10.22pm
23…
5 more minutes.

Ananta sleeps…while I dream (debate?) about going to Cancun…to visit more Sacred Sites. Present Her to the Temple.
Meet up with Blood and Soul Sisters.
Re-connect. Re-charge.
In celebration of my 32nd.

Why not right? 😉
Navigate The System…
Work It, Girl!

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13 Years after September 11: All is Number

Must teach the Young Ones

13:20 FREQUENCY SHIFT

1.27.2.19, Kin 55: Blue Electric Eagle (38 spins from Harmonic Convergence 1987) — X class solar flare in progress…

“All is number. God is a number. God is in all.” — Pacal Votan

September 11, 2014, Kin 56 Yellow Self-Existing Warrior, marks the completion of the first 28-day cycle of the 812-day cycle of solar consciousness (see previous blog).

This day also marks the 13-year anniversary of the destruction of the Twin Towers.  13 is the sacred code of Transcendence and key to the feminine cycle (Queen of the Moon).   The 28th degree of the Knight’s Templar is known as the “King of the Sun.” 13 Moons/28 days.

The Law of Time in Human Affairs

Unknown-1In light of current world events, this book is worth a careful revisit as it provides a whole system analysis of the current state of world affairs.

In his groundbreaking book Time and…

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The Medicine Tree

If Humans are the bottom-dwellers in a Sea of Air,
and our planet is just another particle in an Ocean of Space…
then boy, do we have a heck of a lot more evolving to do!

Let us be more like Trees!

So unmistakably connected to the Earth and Sky,
they ground Light into the material plane
and as a WASTE PRODUCT produce Life-Giving Air
~ Prana ~
What a wonderful Energy-exchange!

(I wouldn’t mind Working It day-in/day-out if what I produced was that inspiring! Although what I currently get paid to write during the day satisfies one’s needs, it doesn’t seem to fulfill this One’s Desires…)

One must take the time to Truly Inhabit The 3-Dimensional Spacesuit though.

When you don’t…
the Body languishes,
the Heart connections are cold
the Mind is loose,
and Energy leaks out of you like a bleeding mother fucker.

How though?
How does one Incarnate?

Sorry.
   Can’t answer that for you, buddy!
It is a deeply personal quest and noBody else can know but You.

But for this Body,
Alone-Time is VITAL.
(Preferably before the Sun and the Little Ray of Light rises. <3)

Turn on from Within.
Tune in to the Silence.
Drop in to the Void.
This is Yoga.
~ Union ~

And this is what I write about in the evenings…
Red Ramblings.

Like a Tree,
I Take In all that is,
was
and could be
of Every Moment, of every day
and with these words
I ripple out my Best Desires for All into Sacred Space.

Some nights are steamier than others…
smoke dances,
the mist rises
and falls,
like my bare chest
as I try to make Beauty of it All,
even in Pain.

There is no greater Fulfillment than Birthing into Being the Divine Inside.
What Medicine do you exhale?
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Imagination Nation

daily inspirational message 10.3.2013

Being a Mom to a soon-to-be official kindergartner (1 week to go…gasp!), I exercise my imagination a lot. Not so much in the way it is described here…although, to apply it in this manner has also proven to be…healing. 🙂

What is meditation, but a little bit of imagination in action?

What is healing, but a little bit of loving with all of your Heart, Mind and Soul?

Here is the original picture used for the lovely message shared by the Humanity’s Team via their Daily Inspirational Message project. (You can subscribe to it through this link.)

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Taken in Chamela, Mexico, back in 2007 (April 7th).

Walking down memory lane is Medicine…but so is continuing to write the story of one that never actually ended in the first place.

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#dppc

 

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First-time Parent to a Kinder-going Kid

So the other day I found out that enrollment for first-time kindergartners was last week…
Woops!
( First-time parent to a kinder-going kid…BIG FAIL. :S )

Of course I kicked myself for a couple of hours that day, even lashing out on my mom when she asked “how could you forget?“ (Sorry Ma! And yeah, good question…how?!?!) Heaven knows I begged all the angels’ for their help as I moved around my work schedule the next day so I could talk the directress into accepting Ananta…but eventually I forgot about the whole fiasco as I played around with my Spiritual Mandala. ❤

 

At some point that evening I remembered what happened…and had to laugh out loud (literally) when I logged on to FB and first saw this photo on my feed:

 

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I loved the humor and timing of it all, but the message from the Universe was loud and clear…CHILL. TRUST. ITS ALL GO(O)D.

 

The next day (which I later learned was the last of the school year), I dressed up as respectably as possible for the summer heat, and marched over to Jardin de Niños Tenochtitlan. Despite it being public, I always had a good feeling about the place because of its name, and also because it is a small pre-school (1 class per batch) and its super close to home (2 streets over). My other option was a Montessori school 4 streets over, but the schedule would’ve been too long for lil’A’s first year in official kinder + they have elementary in the same building…potentially intimidating for a shy child like mine. For a number of other reasons it was my first choice, so to say I REALLY wanted Ananta to go there is just about right.

 

Lo and behold…the directress was VERY accommodating. She even said that if I had not come she would have called or emailed me! (Really? A public servant would do that? Faith in good government slightly restored.) AND, all I had to do was fill up a form and that was it!
Holy shit, I wanted to cry!
Thank you Mama-God! Thank you Angels! Thank you Universe!

 

Trust.
BIG lesson for me right now.
You are Exactly where You have To Be in the timeline of your Life…no need to rush, or push so hard for results, or beat yourself up for “screwing up”…there is no such thing because that’s when the lessons are best learned…when they came from your mistakes.

 

Soon enough, Ananta will be learning a whole bunch of things in school…but who is to say it will just be from what the teacher says?
I pray that she learns more from Life than just from the books.
I pray that her teachers, myself included, have much patience, integrity and courage…she is, after all, still learning mostly by example and imitation.

She is not the only one that is going to have to do a little bit of growing in the next few months…

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4 years in

4 days ago, 4 years of Motherhood.
❤ ❤ ❤ ❤
Ananta Malaya…how you’ve grown!!!!

I still remember the day you were born…I always will.
A week past your estimated “due date” (as if you were some kind of scientific paper to be submitted, or a book to be returned), I was still very much pregnant!
But you knew better. In your own time, you came. You were out in 3 pushes…we made a good team!
I reckon the excitement of having watched your first movie with your Papi & I (Avatar) prodded you to come out…you are growing up to be quite the movie-buff just like him!


On your first year of life we celebrated you on the banks of the Nogalito River. A lovely Priestess honored us by officiating your water ceremony. You…our bouncing Buddha-baby, that same day baptized, were surrounded by a Circle of Love and Blessings from me – your Mami, Papi, your beloved family, and godparents. (The after-party was at your padrino Edgar’s pool.)


Year 2 came by quickly…no longer a baby for bidding the bottle and diaper goodbye, and yet, you were still barely a young child! This time we had lunch, cake and some pool-time in a cafe called Co-Exist. Indeed, as we opened our Hearts and Home to another, we learned how to that year.

At 3, once again just you & I, the world changed as words came pouring in. You could already speak your name, recognize 3 tongues, and you delighted in knowing what everything was. You had your first piñata party at day-care (with candy giveaways to match…so much sugar, oh my!), and just you and I…we swam with a dolphin and played at the (water)park.

This year you turned 4.

Four
The most basic measure of the natural cycles of time; the defining structure of any natural construct.

You are now complete within yourself, defining your own reality through fantasy and play. You now bring your creative visions into existence by defining the form in which they are to be constructed. Eg: This is how the game goes – the meerkat (whom you lovingly Zorrito, when it is really a suricata) is best friends with the cow (whose name is Vaquita, of course); or in this story, the kitten hatches from an egg and isn’t born from the Mommy-Cat.

My gentle, Little Warrior…you are growing up to be bolder day by day! You can discern between choices now, and have certain preferences sometimes different than mine! How lovely it is to see! (At this point, it still is…)

This year, as you decided to go to the waterfall instead of the pirate-boat party I originally planned for (good timing though, because it was cloudy and you had a cough)…I am continually amazed at how things turn out much better than I could have ever imagined them to be if I just follow your lead.

We went to Palo Maria this time around. Walking with a master-teacher of mine from long before you were born, I thanked the Gods once again by honoring your days in the Waters that bring Life.


Hold my hand now, Little One!
   Flesh from my flesh,
      Spirit from the Heavens
   My Living Prayer and Dream…
Lead us back to the garden from which you sprang.