I was engulfed in therapeutic grade essential oils, Himalayan lamps, immersing my body and charging my cells through healing crystal baths, deep states of meditation which opened up my kundalini channel, binaural and isochronic tones, sitting with the echoes of my inner child, revitalizing Yoga postures combined with deep rest, raw organic juices and wellness shots serving as gateways that take me deeper into my divine blueprint, reading and writing, crying sacred/healing tears and (finally, eh?) attuning myself to higher vibrations through deeply restoring release, flushing and cleansing.
The Himalayas. Oft spoke about as a sort of spiritual mecca: as if this land, this place, this range of magnificent rock formation emanates a certain vibration.
Perhaps it does.
I am not here to dispel such theories if they exist. Only to suggest that one’s soul is omnipresent and the vastness of space is with us wherever we may go — including this journey to the Himalayas, a journey that took me over 2,000 kilometres, across six states and via seven modes of transport.
Took us, I should say; for my co-author and I both decided to leave the distracting circumstances of the world aside for five days and focus.
Our book, our novel, is always our point of focus but here in the state of Himachal Pradesh, we wanted to soak ourselves in its mystery, its magic and let the story of it unfold. And so it did.
It is hard to speak silence into words, the formless into form...
Why didn't she just tell him the truth? Because then he would think she was crazy, and not want to see her anymore. She fell onto the couch and stopped fighting the tears, letting them stream down her cheeks, warm and salty as they reached her lips, and dripped from her chin.
You lie with your life, with your words, with your smile, as your soul rests at the very bottom of that pit of quicksand. The dreams you had, along with any genuine laughter, are lying right there with you, waiting to rot by your side.
Sometimes the magnitude of beauty one finds in Montana can be crushing -- reducing one to feel small and insignificant, the way some people might feel while sitting under the night sky with billions of stars overhead.
That's when it hit me like a ton of bricks -- whenever I find something rare, precious, special, perfect, I tend to grab it and cling to it with a frightening ferocity. Whether it's a relationship I treasure, a person I care about, a perfectly formed sand dollar, or something else that strikes my fancy, my greed in preserving and protecting it can be suffocating at best, damaging to a breaking point at worst.
I found myself in the moment, while standing in Tadasana. In chanting Om, I found a sense of community, In Child's Pose, I felt support, In Bridge Pose I felt strength, in Happy Baby I found happiness, in Downward Facing Dog I found stability, in Vinyasa flow I found a source of release, in my first handstand I felt free, in Tree Pose I found life, in Butterfly Pose I found openness, in Savasana I found lightness, and when I brought my hands to heart center, I found love within myself.
We were one.
And yet, you haunt me still.
Leave me in peace now. Let my heart rest a little now.
Let my limbs know the world without you now.
Let me dance alone for a time, without your fingers spindling my thoughts.
Let me free.
When we first arrive, we are plump and juicy expressions of the divine mystery, still perceiving things that adults would tell us are 'not there', still in tune to the pulse of life -- we are it. Methodically, we are indoctrinated to living in a certain bandwidth called 'reality'.
Yes, you are in for a lot of heartbreak in the years ahead. You will live through it. You will love again. One of the greatest things about you is your big, wide, all-encompassing, compassionate heart. Yes, betrayal hurts, but you will be okay.
I was first drawn to Shakti Sunfire while visiting a friend’s home in the countryside of beautiful Sweden. I didn’t know of her then nor was I told her name, but I can trace the pieces back to this powerful, creative and earthy abode.
Oh, how the connecting of the Outer Limits works! A dimension we all bravely yet unconsciously seep in and out of, and is available any moment that we allow our inner dialogue to harmonize with the outer.
I then heard of her One Hoop One Love (to which I am signed up to), the Mystery School and the whale-watching in Hawaii. How could I not know or in some way be connected to this divinely rebellious, magical woman?
And then she arrived at Rebelle Society, and brought in her medicinal bag, a story of the elements, of feminine power, of brave stems and colorful petals and she offered us a glimpse into her fertile Universe...
I write this for those who need a boost over the fence. Who need to know there are five fingers waiting for them, always, to give them the support and extra push they need to say Goodbye to victimhood and Hello to strength and rebirth and power. I write this for those who are alone in the dark, knees pulled tightly to their chest, hair hiding their eyes. Those who have been paralyzed through no fault of their own. Those who are stuck and suffering in that stuckness. Those who just need a sign that it's not only okay, but absolutely time to move on and reclaim themselves. All of themselves. Their sex, their strength, their power. Those who need to hear that it's not only alright, but essential to be seen and heard.