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 ♥

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Developing Feeling

 

“Developing your feeling takes time, especially if it has been systematically discouraged in you. There may be an initial layer of numbness or anger you have to move through and, beyond that, a backlog of grief. But as you make the seemingly bottomless descent, it helps to remember that grief is the downpour your soul has been thirsting for. Like rain, the more excellently and prodigiously you grieve, the more growth and fertility you can expect. There is a future beyond the spiritual aridity and meaninglessness of our time, teeming with life. If each of us has the tenacity to retrieve the elixirs of our discomforts, our combined medicine will heal the collective wound.”

by Dreamwork with Toko-pa | Illustration by Fritz Hegenbarth

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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

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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

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Receiving Without Fear

Receiving Without Fear: Some of us find it easier to give than receive. Since receiving really is a critical part of our first experience (none of us would have survived infancy unless we’d received some care) I’m curious about why this can be such a challenge for many of us.

There’s the obvious culprit: a dominator culture that values power-over tends to see the person who is giving as stronger and, by inference, the one who is receiving as weaker. The implication is that if you have something (time, energy, money, advice, insight, support, compassion etc.) to give, you must be doing something right, and if you need something you cannot provide for yourself, you must be doing something wrong. In part, this goes along with the cultural premium that is placed on independence- a fallacy if there ever was one in an inter-dependent world.

I recently heard a news story about a ninety year old woman who committed suicide because she knew that sometime in the next few years she would not be able to live independently. Now, this is the kind of decision re:quality of life I want to leave up to individuals. Still, I could not help but wonder if the collective value we put on so-called independence might not make it difficult for those of us living in affluent parts of the world to see receiving assistance as we age not only as loss, but also as a way to learn something together. I have gone through periods when illness has necessitated relying heavily on friends and family for care. My delusion of self-sufficiency was shattered, and nothing has softened my heart more to myself and others than needing and receiving help.

Of course receiving, depending on the situation, can sometimes feel unsafe. As discussed in last week’s blog, “Giving Without Resentment,” (http://oriahsinvitation.blogspot.ca/2013/05/giving-without-resentment.html) giving is sometimes (consciously or not) done in a bid to gain power over another or as a way to make a bargain- goods or consideration for later unspecified favours. If these deals are vague and unspoken we can end up feeling we owe another, unsure of what exactly is expected.

But the truth is, as adults, another’s expectations are only our problem if we buy into them. If someone gives me something, my role is to receive it as graciously and as freely as possible. If that person comes back later expecting or pulling for something in exchange that was not agreed to, I need to sit with whether or not I can or want to give what is requested, and to be clear that there was no agreed-to exchange. If this happens repeatedly with another, I will ask that implicit deals be made explicit before receiving. (If you cook me dinner are you expecting something in return?) If this still leaves the other expecting something unspecified in return for giving I may reconsider receiving from this particular person

Honestly, if we stay conscious about and aren’t drawn into obligations we never agreed to, the other will stop trying to create unspoken bargains simply because it’s not working for them.

But what if someone wants to give us something we don’t need or want? Well, the first option is to simply say, “No, thank you,” particularly if what is offered is going to create any suffering (Eg.- a visit, even with someone we love, can be draining when we are ill.) We can receive and appreciate the caring intent but let the other know this is not something we can or want to receive right now. Of course, if we know what we need, the next step is to ask for it- post-graduate work for many of us leery of receiving.

“We accept the love we feel we deserve,” is a line from the movie The Perks of Being a Wallflower. Perhaps, if we are reluctant receivers, it is because we have been taught to believe that we are not deserving- a belief worth challenging as we learn to cherish ourselves.

The sad thing about not trusting our boundaries and our right to say “Yes please,” or “No thank you,” is that we may develop the habit of being non-receptive, of not really taking in what is offered and allowing it to replenish us each day. This can leave anyone who is giving feeling unreceived and the receiver strangely hungry for what is offered but not really received.

We cannot help but be both givers and receivers every day. And the world we co-create is largely shaped and coloured by how we are with ourselves and each other in our giving and receiving. Both can create knots of obligation and resentment or cultivate open-hearted joy and gratitude.

Today, may we take in with gratitude and without fear that which we choose to receive, and may we give without resentment that which we can offered in a sustainable way.

Oriah (c) 2013

Receiving Without Fear: Some of us find it… – Oriah Mountain Dreamer.

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

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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

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