Three Minute Face Paint: Thousand Faced Goddess

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Spontaneous Multidimensionality Play occurs periodically after getting jacked on Maca and Bikini Kill (smells like Tween Spirit????) and an extended Comix Creation Marathon….

Photo on 4-11-14 at 11.10 PM

My intention is to dive deeper into this new fascination/exploration  of Three Minute Facepaint… Embracing and exercising Intuitive Color and sharing the results here. This particular paint job brought to my mind “Mermaid Bones” and as I played with the camera and allowed myself to fully experience the range of expression just beneath the surface… playtime quickly escalated into an Auto-Erotic Invokation of Goddess… in her many faces… Liberating to say the least…. Enjoy the slideshow….  ;)~

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Pagan Poetry

Pedaling through
The dark currents
I find
An accurate copy
A blueprint
Of the pleasure
In me

Swirling black lilies totally ripe
A secret code carved
Swirling black lilies totally ripe
A secret code carved

He offers
A handshake
Crooked
Five fingers
They form a pattern
Yet to be matched

On the surface simplicity
But the darkest pit in me
It’s pagan poetry
Pagan poetry

Morsecoding signals (signals)
They pulsate (wake me up) and wake me up
(pulsate) from my hibernating

On the surface simplicity
Swirling black lilies totally ripe
But the darkest pit in me
It’s pagan poetry
Swirling black lilies totally ripe
Pagan poetry

Swirling black lilies totally ripe

I love him, I love him
I love him, I love him
I love him, I love him
I love him, I love him
She loves him, she loves him

This time
She loves him, she loves him
I’m gonna keep it to myself
She loves him, she loves him
She loves him, she loves him
This time
I’m gonna keep me all to myself
She loves him, she loves him
And he makes me want to hand myself over
She loves him, she loves him
She loves him, she loves him
And he makes me want to hand myself over

The Sacred Work

The Sacred Work

is the work for which

you were born.

It is that which

is encoded in you

in every fiber of being

that houses your

bright spirit.

If you listen

it will call to you

from the inside.

Asking, calling,

even begging

for you to release

it from its cage

of reason.

Of logic.

Of acting normal.

Getting it right.

Waiting for ‘ready’.

If you listen it

is knocking from

the door inside.

Do you know

where that door is

upon which

is written

your holy name?

The name that

belongs to the part

of you that knows

who you are?

The name you

struggle with

or don’t dare to say

out loud?

For fear of being

hurt, or heard?

Healer.

Teacher.

Leader.

Changemaker.

Priestess.

Artist.

Poet.

Storyteller.

Wayshower.

Guide.

Curandera.

Cantadora.

Medicine woman.

Writer.

Shaman.

Seer.

Dreamer.

The time has come,

even today.

For those who are able

to rise into the work

called

sacred.

If you feel anxiety,

fatigue, if you wonder

what it is all about.

If you wonder when your

time will come.

There is only one thing

I know that is the remedy

for this over-culturation

that keeps us captured

from our soul’s deepest song.

It is this:

To declare your sacred work.

– Shiloh Sophia ♥

via Yellow-magnetic Seed @Facebook.

Black Madonna:::She who Accompanies the White and the Red

The Black Madonna. You know her, we all know her in memory, – she is hidden behind a sacred black veil, and when we call to her that veil is immediately parted and she sits in silent acknowledgement of our (male or female) deepest being. She is the dark aspect of the goddess, the one that accompanies the white and the red. Wise, benevolent, and unthinkably strong and wise, she is also known as “Sophia”, the one who sees all, is shocked by nothing, and knows all. She is our Great Mother, the one who embraces us in silence when our concerns are too difficult for common understanding. Never judging, never questioning, she is the one who hears, then knows, and unflinchingly provides answers though her vast reserves of wisdom. She is the one who pushes us forward and provides strength, lending hers to ours, and being part of our body so we can do what we must.

…There is a fascination around her that defies description. Nothing is ever lost, only waiting to be rediscovered. She is our connection to the earth.

The “black” in question is hardy yet soft, earthy rich, absolutely protective, enveloping like a mothering cloak, wise, forgiving and nurturing.

There are connections to her with the original earth goddesses, so there is sustenance in going to her, sitting in front of her in a shrouded grotto, wooded hill slope, or her shape carved out tree. Or she can appear to us out of a void, just when we need her most. She knows all and understands all, when we don’t.

Imogen Crest

via TheGypsyPriestess@FB Pages.

Alpha/Omega

For I am the first and the last

I am the venerated and the despised

I am the prostitute and the saint

I am the wife and the virgin

I am the mother and the daughter

I am the arms of my mother

I am barren and my children are many

I am the married woman and the spinster

I am the woman who gives birth and she

who never procreated

I am the consolation for the pain of birth

I am the wife and the husband

And it was my man who created me

I am the mother of my father

I am the sister of my husband

And he is my rejected son

Always respect me

For I am the shameful and the magnificent one

Hymn to Isis, Great Mother of All

Third or Fourth Century B.C.

Discovered in Nag Hammadi

via Facebook.

Shedding

“Although shedding is difficult for all of us, for a woman to shed what has falsely hidden her more authentic experience is a great liberation. The freedom felt after the loss of persona is spiritually nourishing, and the creativity released from within can be enormous, allowing her to create herself in a more ‘true’ form. This is the process I am calling female shamanism—an ongoing shedding of false selves in favor of the active development of more authentic forms of expression.”
“The snake is the ancient totem of women all over the world and speaks to the lunar nature of feminine biological evolution. A woman’s natural timing is cyclical, circular, spiral, nonlinear, and nonrational. Women need to replace their crystllized identities, as these shatter or dissolve through the shamanic process, with a deliberately fluid ego-identity. If a woman can begin to appreciate and cultivate the value of an identity that is always changing, continually in flux, never completely solid, she begins to align with what shamans and Buddhists describe as ‘reality.’ Those with the sight to see into the world of energy, see that everythong is made of energy, and energy is always in motion. The rest of the world is practicing to become able to accept and tolerate this vision of reality, which is in conflict with the one we were originally taught to believe.”
~ Vicki Noble from Shakti Woman: Feeling Our Fire, Healing Our World – The New Female Shamanism

Shed skins in favor of more authentic forms~ | MYSTICMAMMA.COM : consciousness, spirituality, wisdom, inspiration.

Vows of the Priestess

I choose to walk my path fearlessly

To live with my Heart wide open

To be Grateful for my experiences

Which led me straight into the arms of the Goddess

And taught me compassion for all things

To forgive and forgive and forgive again

While maintaining the boundaries of my own Sacredness

Not resisting life, but allowing it to be

To accept and embrace it

And transmute my fear and suffering into Joy

And just by Being,

give others permission to do the same.

To know that everyone is a mirror

Reflecting the light of the Goddess

All with Truth at the core of their being

All unique, all beautiful, all different aspects of Her.

Source: Ariadnes Temple

via Facebook.