Love

Love: what a commonly used word in our language; served to describe an array of levels of passion. That it be our 'love' for ice cream or an emotion so deep, we feel transported to a place of bliss, 'love' is used as a description.

The 'love' I am referring to right now, is the longing in ourselves that drives our every waking moment. This 'love' that we know if we could find, would satisfy our complete being eternally. In this realm, our reality, we sometimes have a glimpse of this illusive emotion, like if a carrot dangled in front of us to be quickly yanked away as soon as we get close. Why is 'love' so illusive, and where should one look to find it?

The realization that no one can fill this in us is the first step in taping into it's source. Our experiences in this life only are there to prove us this. Every relationship, romance, experience only proves to show that try as we might have a taste of love, the feeling quickly loses it intensity. So where is one to seek this never-ending fountain of 'love'? The answer is within ourselves. For one to receive it, one must first learn to give it from within, no matter how little we are capable of giving.  When we activate love our cup starts filling more and more. If one holds on to it without willing to share it, the source runs dry again. It is a matter of keeping the source alive and flowing.

'Love' ,one has to remember, is not selfish, 'love' gives of itself without expecting in return, 'love' is kind, 'love' is patient. 'Love" doesn't concern itself with the return of it's giving to another, it knows that it will be finding it's way back to us, in one way or another.

You have first to be able to give in order to receive the love you wish, to yourself and to others. If all can realize this truth; we are the key to 'love' , then our whole reality would change in an instance and we could bask in the source that never perishes.

Compassion

Compassion is a space in all of our hearts.

When we listen to another with compassion we do not judge the circumstance  but connect to the soul that is longing. It is a sacred space of connectivity where one forgets about the me, to listen to the yearning of another.

Compassion is a magical place where we find ourselves moved and where our heart expands. Sometime we shun this feeling because it makes us feel vulnerable. Many tears might be shed in it's embrace. As we breathe it in and recognize it's presence we find ourselves sweetened by it's perfume.

When we first learn to be compassionate we might experience it so strongly, shedding tears for seemingly the smallest things. This sometimes overwhelming wave is nothing we should fear or judge, as it roots its way to anchor itself within us. These overwhelming emotions will soon subside to a place of peace.

Compassion is something we need to also feel for ourselves. Looking at our own journey we realize  instances where we might have been kinder to our own senses. No need here to show how strong and brave we are,  just letting go and knowing we are safe in it's presence.

When compassion takes root within we see the world in more understanding and less judgemental light. We look at all creature great and small, we see our fellow man, we bask in the beauty of nature with the power to see all of it's aspects; now we see all points of view, all side of the equation. We respond now to all with understanding. Compassion teaches us to Love.

Oneness

Oneness, a word manifested in our consciousness at this time is starting to take root deep in ourselves. Just meditating and absorbing the word creates deep changes within us. Mental walls have to be broken to see the depth of it's meanings. Only the soul can journey to the revelation that is offered.

For one to absorb 'oneness' the idea of duality has to be let go of. Our dualistic preconditioning of good versus bad belief system, religion, politic, race, gender... have to be abandoned as we progress further up the path into the realm of 'oneness'. Allow the all so powerful 'me' to fall away. The power of 'oneness' is undeniable but the challenge of embracing it is great. The 'ego' self puts up a fight, our mental process often not able to relate. The only thing left to enter the gate is the soul. As the soul reconnects to the 'oneness', we find rebirth.

As we lay down our need to understand 'it' we find a place of discovery. Our heart expending as we breathe oneness in. Our soul finding wings again in the connectedness that we are. The blinders that cover our eyes fall away, expanding our view of the world. Sitting in that space, we taste the bliss. Connecting to the supreme consciousness of the universe. The unconditional love we feel in the oneness becomes so palpable we only seek to return to it again and again. It is time for our world to discover the true nature that is in us. Oneness will guide us.

Sophia the spirit within us

There is a time when creativity takes over us, where logic and mental chatter becomes quiet. That is the time I feel my paintbrush moving with no struggle on the canvas. I can't make it happen, it happens by itself and often the message of the final product conveyed to me is one I am awed with. Not because the piece itself is a masterpiece but because the meaning of what has been expressed fills me with beauty. This painting is an example of one of these moments.The time at which it was expressed was very significant.
A couple weeks before the end of the Mayan Calendar, I felt a great urge to complete it by then, and it became the central part of that night celebration that we call 'Yule'.

Who is Sophia? In Christianity she is referred to as 'holly spirit'. Sophia means 'wisdom' in Greek. We may not all know her by this name but she is recognized all over the world. She is the soul voice within ourselves, the manifestation of rebirth.  She represents female energy, she is the womb, the Holy Grail. The end of the Mayan Calendar is a marker for us of this time when humanity is called back to the realm of spirit, and 'Yule'_Yalda (in Persian), is the longest night of the year. A time to remember  our rebirth into this realm.

That it be writing, painting, dancing,  by connecting to the essence of your soul it can then manifest its message. We all have the ability within us.

Pain

The story that is my life was not golden paved, I do no say this for sympathy, I say it as an observer of it. I say it as someone who can look back with gratitude in the full realization that every detail of what I considered to be suffering as been such a powerful precursor of my awakening. There is a part of me that somehow now feel immense tenderness towards that pain, it has cause a breaking of the shell that freed the perfume that is, soul. The tenderness I feel is for the gift I was given_empathy. The space around the heart that grew with every tear I shed. The longing for betterment my inner self yearned for at every thought of unworthiness. The seeking for love, unconditional. So many blessings  through the lens of 'pain' I saw.

So why does one feel fear of it; pain, a powerful word of the language of the mind, that instinctively make us run away from what it seeks to show us.  The word itself makes us cringe. It make us put up a spontaneous armour of defence. The defensive self arms itself for a fight at the slightest recognition that pain is knocking at the door. Fear becomes so potent, like a wounded animal, claws extended, in defence the self . Sometimes we succeed in doing so for years. Pain then becomes more powerful and only gathers strength waiting to make it's entrance. One can't avoid the lessons it calls us to surrender to.


Hmmm, pain makes us think after one has released into it willingly or unwillingly. Would it have been easier to face it straight ahead and courageously? Probably, but this is only hind-sight, as it does provide a marker for one who has learned their lessons. Next time, I will be courageous; next time I will let go and trust. Maybe one day I will have outgrown the need for it's return. Whether it does or not, I have learned to recognize it as a 'teacher' and bow gratefully for it's precious lessons.

The Beginning

So much space to now start writing and weaving the words that will convey the path of my journey. It is a great task ahead. "Why"? you ask, because, words say very little, they express only a fragment of our experiences. They can never tell the profoundness in which an emotion or a vision has changed us. They can't truly express the amazement one feels when a truth in the soul has been conveyed. So above all, I wish to connect my soul to yours, my vibration to your vibration, and maybe, in that space we will meet and when words will not be what bond us as one, but the universe in us all.