nature based spiritual path ~ intuitive life ~ psychology ~ poetry ~ magic ~ writer
Link in breath with what’s desired
Blow all that serves you not
Be authentic and inspired
Worry what may come or not
Liberation from entrapment
Comes from knowing within
Fire, Air, Water, Spirit
Earth the Mother fully seen
Elemental is your wild
Beating heart of what is raw
Beauty piercing devout
Lives within you ever more
Walk the walk of burning passion
No turning off the path
Listen, be, with no caution
Full embodiment of trust
Hidden
Unreachable, beyond awareness
Dead to the world
Alive to myself
Linked with the animal and land
And no more
Rejoiced in not found and lost
Until I call for it… if ever
I remain in a way of spirit
Like a ghost to the living
Like a flesh to natural
I am a flower petal as pink as the sky falling beyond the sea
A blade of grass the same colour as ancient hills beyond
I hide in small to become aware of the giant infinity of being
And out there I disappear, as angry feet stamp out all that’s soulful
Away from view yet looking through the brightest biggest window
Hidden away yet fully alive
A bird, a tree, a rock; they know what they are for, what freedom is
Simplicity of it pierces through me breaking my heart for I can’t reach that state of knowing
Human…
I am misplaced, shapeshifted here and there, but nowhere I know what I am for
I do it all and do it well, as there’s nothing else to be done, yet there is always a bodily grumble, a jerk and a sting in the tongue, as joy is lost and never there
What am I for? I do not know
In constant searching I tire desiring for extinction, yet if not searching then what?
Grabbing onto something, anything, somewhere, but nothing stays, as it should or should it not be that way?
Is being misplaced a ‘what for’ in itself?
The non-human calls me, as it knows what is what, it had always known and for that I love it so
Thrown into this life one more time I swam and walked straight off with confidence, but devoid of knowing what am I for?
Was I for something, but no more? Seem to have had and lost too early, known too soon, aged ahead of time. Is that it? Neither a witch nor a monk, but both
I seem to know a lot of parts
A bit of everything, but no one thing and I want to be one thing
Past love returns through dreams to remind me of the loss and the feeling that burns with such purity and light
It hurts, but the pain is sweet, the pain is deadly, yet alive. Is love what I was for, but no longer?
I drop it all now and again, empty out the way for something to take shape, to become once more
It comes, it stays, and it fuels, but not for long before the craving rises up again for
What am I for?
Now and again I grab hold of the golden thread and cherish it for a time
Before it slips out of my hand once again to become something or anything, but not mine
Am I a shapeshifting entity adapting to what is? Is that enough? Is that worthy of staying, being?
Perhaps it’s always been with nothing solid or constant needed
Perhaps the flow is where it’s at, for I speak of the flow often
Why does the yearning not stop and bitterness grows at times?
Why the peace alludes me and tears always stand on ready
Perhaps, it is a part of a crying body, dark texture of a human that also wants to be
And I am a carrier of its skin and depth
Perhaps, that is just so and what if that is not me, or one or constant
Perhaps, I am the ever-changing sketch of all things life, all voices of the unknown
In times of tiredness I crave the knowledge of the way of trees, rocks and birds
It comes over and over, but a shapeshifter needs rest, space, and formlessness
Hence emptiness is a necessary part of life too
What am I for? A lifetime spent asking questions is a life worth having
Perhaps…
A few years ago I was inspired to live intuitively where every sensation, feeling, thought and action would come out of my inner knowing confirming my movement towards what is right for me in any given moment. It transformed everything and since then whenever I veer away from this way of living I notice a huge difference in what manifests in my life and how I feel. It doesn’t happen often as by now it’s become natural for me to be this way and to be frank it’s like a dream where everything makes sense because everything is filtered through the light technology of my own inner wisdom. We all have this ability.
Intuitive way of living is always in line with doing, seeing, speaking and thinking in compete observance, mindful of every nuance of any given experience. It is rooted in the now and grounded in the present moment in its most sharp presentation. Over the last two months what’s been profound is my growing into an ability to be present hundred times more than before even though I was present before but this is up ten levels of embodiment ability of experiencing a moment.
I also found what these times are disproving more clearly that making plans is a part of an old script/story in the collective. It is a tool of the earthly, a part of a control narrative. It is not necessarily bad, more that it is missing the point. What got confirmed more is that planning takes away from the moment in time; yet another operation/technique that takes you away from what we are and where we are. Planning is different to dreams. We all know what is said when plans don’t go according to plan and dreams are often laughed at as something unachievable and silly in the construct collective narrative.
My experience of being in a moment during this time showed me just how different it feels to be truly present. Interestingly enough, in line with that, my addictions/bad habits started to fall away naturally, the things that kept me away from being present.
Life is a journey of moments. I have been saying this for years and what I mean by it is it doesn’t matter what we do or think the moment has its own intention, direction and purpose and when we align with a particular moment we experience something beyond, something that either lifts is up or brings us down but what it does most of all it puts us in touch with ourselves like nothing else can do. There is only now, here, plans are pointless, therefore, as we only truly know what’s now and not what is coming tomorrow or next month or next year. Happiness for me works this way. When one is asked ‘are you happy?’ I think it’s impossible to answer yes or no. In fact it’s odd. Happiness is not this constant, shining thing that continues regardless, separate from experience of multitude of things. It is not possible. Happiness is moments, fleeting yet very noticeable through how they makes us feel. Those moments are rare and far and few between but that is how happiness is. Anything else is just content or satisfaction but even those are better described when pinned to the present moment. You see nothing is separate from now, it seems. It is only in the present a true evaluation of life is possible. Happy life is a journey of moments that never leave you. You always remember those moments and a happy person is a person, who can say that they felt, saw, experiences pleasure, joy, ecstasy, warmth of a certain quality that it got imprinted on their memory as being truly happy. If you had those moments you know what I mean.
You can’t plan these, catch and bottle them or predict them. It appears when it appears and if you live a life of presence and intuitively, i.e. in tune with your feelings at all time, you are more likely to be presented with those moments. You can certainly go in search of them or rather adopt a way of being that is observant in every moment – awareness in other words.
I have been recording those moment lately and yes, sometimes they happen every day and other times nothing happens for some time. In recent year through experience and intuitive life I experience these moments more often or rather I am more aware of them and able to take them in, because, you see often they can be missed, very often. It is worth mentioning that moments can be joyful but also the opposite and that is also valuable as a representation of life as a whole experience in all its colours.
Examples of good moments can be seeing your favourite flower bloom for the first time in spring; that was my moment yesterday with a foxglove. It made my day, as they say. It can be seeing a moment captured perfectly by someone else in a photo and when you see that image something in you signs. It can be a word someone said that rang in you loudly and led you to an important vibrational resonance and an insight. It can be a programme that made you laugh out loud, out of the blue (again mine a couple of days ago).
On the other side of a spectrum we can experience painful moments like seeing an animal skinned or a landscape once blooming burnt to ashes. Those tells us of compassion within us, a desire for a change however small. It is not about avoiding but becoming aware of all that is present and intuition is very good with both spectrums when it comes to directing us towards a certain experience. It really is a gold mine of possibilities, all residing within each of us.
See if you can start noticing moments of your life that change everything in your experience be it as simple as switching a mood or taking you away from an unhelpful thought or as big as making you decide to do something radical.
In the last few weeks one of the things that’s gotten clear is the need to upgrade the old technology with the new. Our navigational system of feeling is our technology that is pure heart intelligence that is allowing us to not only see things what they are but to step into a new reality. If you can feel you can see I say and what I mean by seeing is knowing through your inner feeling field what is what. In this way there’s nothing right or wrong it is instead a multitude of truths that all have a place but most importantly we can choose or remain in observance.
Our technology maintenance, therefore, is done with the tools of the heart, intuition, feeling, sensations and a different way of looking and seeing.
I am being shown another way of naming things, for example. Just to describe a vibration to you; it is not forced or slammed in your face as the only new alternative and suggesting we throw everything away. History is history, we don’t need to berate it for ever existing. This call is neutral, if you like, take it or leave it, there’s no agenda only a suggestion of changing a frame around words, language, concepts. This is something I have thought for a while about I just couldn’t conceptualise it until now.
I use the work of the psyche or mental health as an example. Let’s take the word ‘mood’. Often it has a negative connotation attached to it in the context of mental health, for example. Moods are not welcomed especially when they change quickly and drastically. Moods are looked upon as something temperamental and unpredictable and we must stay in control at all times – that’s the goal. We either aim to control a mood, suppress it or cover it up, i.e. pretend we are not feeling what we are feeling. We have become very good at that as a human race. I have explored this moon manipulation and navigation with myself and discovered a lot of valuable material. If we deny a mood we automatically deny an experience and a quality within us or even a part of ourselves. Do you see? Instead of doing all that old mind-led technology stuff I choose to care take my moods. The reason is I need to be able to experience myself fully, just as I am and I call a mood a resonance, which changes according to our experiences in any given moment.
MOOD – VIBRATION
The same goes for a diagnosis. What is diagnosis if not a name for a person’s experience but is it? Is it not empty of that exact thing? It is a label, something to pin it down yet how can all the multitude of experiences of so many can be pinned down under one word? Diagnosis to me is a unique expression of an individual. Everyone expresses various symptoms differently, uniquely. What is it with generalising in this society? Seeps deep into collective of belonging to a race, an army of ‘robots’, an operation, a machine, which operates better when everyone is the same.
Imagine if we put ‘depression with a hint of genius expressed in music or anxiety that helps others predict the weather, etc.’ this is somewhat more specific and valuing of an experience of an individual.
DIAGNOSIS – UNIQUE INDIVIDUAL EXPRESSION
I am sure there will be many more phrases, words, energies that will naturally change towards some alternative that will offer a wider view on choices we can make.
Daytime dreaming is a space of clarity. Without realising I have been using it as a way of stopping thoughts and entering a place where answers could be heard. Different from nighttime dreaming. Shorter bursts of dropping into sleep is an important factor. One question – one answer. I needed that.
Detach, unhook, untie, put a distance between what pulls you, remain, hold on to a silent part of you, quietude, muted state or not engagement. In that there is freedom, rest, peace.
My own reflection looked back at me from an old photograph and I recognised the exact one it was. I felt its texture, I knew it’s colours. Myself, as of observing from outside of my body. It was in the eyes that I held the gaze, just held it. Nothing else was needed. Pause, resist the pull, take that breath but don’t give it away, keep it for your own body, relish it like food that you need. Silence is everything, it is where sacred and simple both reside. All that’s needed is your body, the rest is known if only you resist reaction audible, if only your words are not released.
Daytime rest feels needed to receive short bursts of insight. Profound as its nighttime companion yet more precise.
Try it for yourself and apply to what’s needed for you right now, today. It does relate to the collective need but you take care of you own manifesting, the only way to make a difference. This detachment will cleanse the vibration for your physical, emotional and spirit-you, which in turn will make forward flying easier. Relish the quietude in every way.
What is the thing that you would say out loud if you were 100% authentic even if just for a moment.
This is the most authentic I have ever been probably and I am saying it out loud and it feels incredibly liberating.
When I was small I was known for saying ‘I don’t want to’ a lot. I resisted, fought, defended whatever my heart held precious and I stubbornly stamped my feet in not wanting either doing or feeling. It applied to many things and now as an adult I understand that state of authenticity and I admire it in my inner little girl even though she lost that fight pretty early on, around five years old. The ‘I don’t want to’ got silenced for life I’d say, but the inner grumble never went away although compliance took over on a scale unimaginable to her but necessary for mere survival.
I never believed or ever will for as long as I live in suppression of emotions of any kind and going against your soul I consider a crime. I have always known that. Life had different ideas, hence a coat of sadness cling to me all my life as a knowing of what’s underneath. Physical beauty only intensified the pain within and the split between inner and outer always felt unbearable. This world always felt too difficult to be in, to handle, to operate and survive. I did. We all did in one way or another. It’s not all bad, of course it’s not, as moments of sheer ecstasy and happiness did come and I can count them on one hand and remember each and every one of them like it was yesterday and always will.
So, last night I wrote this, which brought back the ‘I don’t want to’ back and this time it is near to stay, to speak out loud without shame, worry, care or fear of any kind.
What would you say ‘I don’t want to’ today to help bring yourself back home, to a state where you know yourself as best you can and there are no more cover ups or excuses, only truth, your truth!
Freedom or connection?
Extinction or restoration?
Been in conflict with this since last year and extinction is so wanted. Tired, don’t want to do it, want to be free, not in connection with anyone, don’t want to help or rescue anyone, too hard.
Freedom/death/no more/no faith in humanity/not up to me/don’t want the responsibility
But I am called to do this because apparently someone thinks that I can. Restoration needed
You have got to heal how to be a mother – wow, not that again, don’t want to
I need to be in the right place to activate this, to heal this. No, I don’t. I don’t want to
Ultimately I don’t want to even engage with it let alone dive into it aiming to heal. I feel like I am done and whatever is left will always be and I am ok. Freedom and peace is what I want. I am tired of this world and just want to enjoy whats left for me and my family.
Burn out that’s reached its ultimate peak. All the things that defined me in a forceful way but were never me and what I wanted are now surrendering and giving up. Enough they say, we are not doing it, we are not moving. Stubborn energy and some might relate to it as selfish but to me it is like a defence in the name of my authenticity. It is not avoidance or resistance it is a very firm NO. I really really really don’t want to be there for others when I don’t want or need to be. I want to do nothing. My wants are minimal, very simple and singular. I want to sit in a chair for hours and just look at the trees outside. I want to walk from
Room to room with no particular purpose, I want to write some words and fall into the flow and don’t come out of it till I want to come out of it not when I am expected to break it or interrupted to break it. With a sigh and an inner grumble I do but I don’t want to. I don’t need or want a purpose to define my being here on earth at this time. I don’t need to be somewhere with someone doing something I no longer need to fulfil needs and wants of someone else or an idea that I should. It’s stupid to me and when I have to do it I don’t feel great even though I have to. It doesn’t give me pleasure or joy or anything I’d call fulfilment really because I want none of that and never wanted it really. It all just happened, I fell into many traps and often consciously because that’s what everyone does and blah blah blah. It is boring to me, pointless, flat and dull.
I am also quite tired of discussing it, debating it, going over it like a wound that will never heal and I know it won’t until I stop picking at it and just Forget it is there. It wants to be forgotten too I think. It doesn’t want to be a reminder either. We all want peace and that’s as simple as that. I am not driven to save the world, I am not in a chase after recognition or validation or approval. It gives no value to my life at all. I want don’t need any of that. What I want is just be, observe, be present with my surroundings and write my reflections on what I see, feel and think. I don’t want to make an impact or earn a lot of money or worry about things like school and politics and society in general. Island is my favourite type of land for dwelling where I literally feel cut off and unreachable by anyone or anything. I want to be felt like I am far away or not even existing. I want to be in that sort of hiding and not be interrupted by life as others know it or think it should be. I want little, hardly anything.
Frustration grows in me with this life. I am pushed and pulled and demanded upon and I do love my boys and I am lucky as they understand my need for being, just being with not needing to attach to anything. I do like looking after them but often I don’t want to and that’s ok. We all get it and I am grateful for that.
