Ignite your passion and Love Fiercely

 

There is an evolving consciousness sweeping the planet, insisting that we become spiritual adults who stand in the midst of chaos with a clearly defined vision for our future.

What is this vision? It is one of unity and inclusion. It is we, humanity. It is not us, versus them. We are all children of Gaia, created from the same template. She does not love one more than the other. She requires us to come together in solidarity for this is the only way that we will survive as a species. The earth will continue her evolution with or without us. We can either get with the program or become extinct.

It was the Aeon Sophia’s passion for the Anthropos that caused her to fall from the creative center of the Milky Way Galaxy to become Gaia, planet earth and it is her passion for the new iteration of humanity that she is now single mindedly focused on. The evolving consciousness demands this.

We are in the pangs of labor so to speak, birthing a new paradigm as the old era closes and a new one begins. The questions now become, how do we maintain balance when our world is being torn apart? How do we stay in the frequency of love while resisting the onslaught of an agenda that is intent on maintaining humanity in a state of separation, fear, and lack.

In my last blog, I maintained that the only way to navigate the chaos is to stand in one’s individual sovereignty. This action, however, requires discernment as opposed to emotional reactivity.

Discernment is essential in order to see through the massive spin and hype that is being fed to us twenty-four seven in order to keep us in a state of mental confusion while focused on survival fears. This is the tactic that is being used to keep us separated and in bondage. It is time to step out of the time loop of the matrix of deception that we have been trapped in for the past two thousand years by a doctrine of righteousness.

The key to discernment is that it must be used in accordance with the law of Nature, and Love is that law. We can only discern truth when we come out of the virtual reality of our minds to step into our bodies while opening our hearts to Love. It is only then that we can see the deception lurking behind the mask of “better than”, “not deserving” and “not us”.

In seeing the lie we realize that we cannot fight evil on its own terms. We can see and recognize it but then we must stand in Love. The warrior archetype must be redefined if we are to win this battle for freedom. We fight by standing for what we love, fiercely protecting our authentic truth, not the dogma of politics, religion, or culture.

We support in every way that we are capable the values that we hold dear by doing. We don’t just hope and have faith that it will all turn out right in the end and we don’t succumb to fear and desperation, we take action.

We take action by finding the one thing that ignites our passion with the ferocity of Love. We donate, we volunteer, we educate ourselves, and others, and most importantly we do the necessary inner work to clear the false beliefs of lack, separation and limitation that have been fed to us. We focus on the vision that we have for ourselves, and for humanity.

Nothing else will suffice now. We never give up and we never give in to the calls of fear, hatred, and intolerance. We stand together as One in solidarity while celebrating our individual divine sovereignty.

So lets get up and get out and create the world anew in Love, joy, and bliss. Join me next time as we continue to explore the dawning of a new age.

 

 

 

 

The Great Separation: It is the Best of times and the Worst of times

colliding-galsxies-e1409075817747We have entered a new era in history amidst unrelenting tension and chaos that is escalating exponentially. It is now patently obvious that there is a great separation in the consciousness of humanity wherein two overlapping realities are being played out simultaneously.

On the one hand we have the consciousness of separation, where misogyny, xenophobia and intolerance are the reality of a construct based on “alternate facts”. On the other hand there is an enlightening expansion of consciousness crying for a new paradigm based in love and inclusion.

In my last posting I ended with the assertion that the earth is now engulfed in a tidal wave of energy forcing a time line shift to a new reality, and a new human. This energy is demanding that we each undergo a massive evolution of consciousness.

We know that evolution is upon us because in the midst of chaos we feel and recognize the call to Freedom. It is in our bones, in the air that we breathe, and in the events developing worldwide.

Evolution does not occur in a linear fashion but in quantum leaps. An electron orbiting the nucleus of an atom acquires enough photonic light energy to make a sudden “jump” into a higher dimensional frequency. This is where we are right now. We can go with the energy and jump to another reality or we can resist and decay and die.

The construct under which we are living is destroying our planet, and our humanity. This construct is disintegrating. Now, we design a new paradigm based in the frequencies of love, bliss, and desire where we do what we will and harm none.

We actualize the freedom to birth this new paradigm by claiming and embracing our individual autonomous sovereignty. We are the creators of our reality both individually and collectively. There is no Savior who will intervene to destroy the sinners and save the righteous. Indeed it is the “righteous” that are hell bent on pillaging this planet and keeping humanity in bondage.

How do I know that we are powerful creator gods in our own right? Well, lets get back to the narrative of the fallen Goddess, Sophia and her creation, humanity as told by the Gnostics in the Nag Hammadi material.

The setting is the black hole at the center of the Milky Way. This is the womb from which life in this galaxy originated. Swirling around this black hole is the Pleroma, a vortex of luminosity where Aeons, Divine currents of living intelligence play in the higher octaves of life.

It is here that two distinct Aeonic currents, Sophia, and Thelete, came together once again in the sacred dance of bliss. In their dance Sophia conceived of a creature that excited her to ecstasy by the possibilities that had never before been imagined. She conveyed the vision to her consort, Thelete and together they designed the template for the genome of the Anthropos, aka, humanity.

We are indeed unique and special among all created beings. Contrary to what religious doctrine teaches, we were not created to suffer and serve a jealous and vengeful Almighty.

We were endowed with the qualities of self-awareness, imagination, and the capacity to play and to pretend so that we could be creator gods in own right taking our consciousness to limits where no created beings have gone before.

So how did this plan go awry? The genome of the Anthropos was seeded in the star nursery of the Orion nebula. It was left to develop without interference as a divine experiment of the company of Aeons, to observe how this new being would evolve on its own in a state of free will.

Sophia was so intent, however, on observing the experiment that she fell out of the Pleroma towards the star nursery. In desperation she grasped into herself the template for the genome of the Anthropos. As she fell her light collided with the inert matter orbiting the outer reaches of the galaxy resulting in the inadvertent creation of an anomaly, a swarm of inorganic entities, the Archons.

Sophia finally came to rest at the outer edge of the third limb of this spiral galaxy and there her luminosity condensed to become the material body, planet Earth and she fell into a deep sleep during which the Anthropos embedded within her evolved and developed into humanity.

Meanwhile, the leader of the Archons, Yaldabaoth, developed an intense jealousy and hatred for humanity, so he devised a scheme to destroy the earth and her progeny. He plotted to ensnare our consciousness with the lie that he is the Almighty creator of “all that is” and of humanity. To this end he chose a man, Abram to be the vector of his wrath upon us. Thus began the enslavement of humanity by a religious doctrine of falsehood and deception that has continued to this day, but that construct is now ending.

Intense waves of energy emanating from the galactic center have awakened our Divine Mother, Gaia Sophia. She is now directing the evolution of consciousness within us to birth a new human and a new earth and so it goes.

Join me next time as we continue to explore the birth of “new earth”.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Good News: What’s Really Going On? part 2 of 2

img_2965Now that we know the pattern of creation, what are we actually made of? Everything in existence is composed of elemental particles called photons, which are quantum packets of holographic information encoded into light. These photons aggregate and condense according to frequency and vibration into material form such as a body, a plant, or a rock, or immaterial form such as thoughts, electromagnetic waves, or sunlight.

This swarm of photons is contained within a unified field, the “cosmic egg” as it was known in antiquity wherein every particle is entangled with the whole. A mother, knows the instant that her child is injured even though a continent separates them, a particle at one end of the universe immediately reacts to a change in its sister particle at the other end. This may all sound spooky and unreal, but these are facts, nonetheless.

Now that we have the big picture in focus we get to the “where did I come from?” Religious dogma insists that the earth is the center of creation and that humans are the only sentient beings in existence.

Well, consider that the earth is actually located at the outer edge, the boondocks so to speak of the Milky Way galaxy of which our tiny solar system is just one of billions and that the Milky Way galaxy if just one of billions of galaxies within this universe that is expanding outwards faster than the speed of light.

Given these facts it only stands to reason that creation is forever unfolding countless forms in an expression of its infinite potential.

There was a creation story for humanity told by indigenous cultures throughout the world, before the Abrahamic religions Judaism, Christianity, and Islam came into existence some two thousand years ago.

It starts within the center of our own Milky Way galaxy. The Gnostics, the wise ones who remembered and held the knowledge of the true nature of reality, told of such a story until the Church exterminated them.

The Gnostic story was rediscovered in 1945 in the desert of Nag Hammadi, Egypt written on codices and hidden, buried in earthen jars. These texts contain many writings, among them the myth of the Aeon, Sophia, who along with her consort Thelete conceived of the genome of humanity and so developed the template for a creature that excited and sparked their creative genius.

It is the story of the fall of Sophia from the center of the milky-way galaxy to became the living planet Gaia-Sophia. It tells of how we came to be here and what our purpose is.

You may think this is a tall tale and completely unbelievable but it has a credibility that the creation myth of the Abrahamic religions that has created such havoc in our world does not, and is certainly more in line with the observable universe in which we live. We look at the mythic tale of the Gnostics and realize that as all stories go truth is contained in metaphor and analogy.

This creation myth is the major theme of the book “Not in his Image” by John Lamb Lash. I was so inspired by his rendering of the Gnostic tale that I myself wrote a short picture book rendition of this story that is accessible to everyone, entitled, “The Luminous Child, a tale of Myth, Metaphor and Magic”.

This creation story is the safe place for humanity. It informs us of the grand theme unfolding now being played out upon the world stage. If we know the narrative we can align ourselves with the wave of transformation engulfing us like a giant tsunami, a time line shift in the evolution of the consciousness of humanity that is happening at this very moment and like all tsunamis you cannot stop this but you can certainly make your way to higher ground.

 

 

 

 

 

The Ruthlessness of Unconditional Love

13522628_10208808712551859_1402923913_nLove brings a lust for life, puts joy in our steps and a smile on our faces. We crave it, want it and must have it. We will do just about anything for love. Studies have shown that loving relationships promote healthier, happier, and longer lives, be it with our pets, plants, or others.

So Life inevitably presents each of us with lessons in love. How we embrace, integrate, and move through these challenges propels us into a state of expansion and freedom or restriction and fear.

I have learned a lesson or two from love. After the untimely and tragic death of my husband I learned that love will not be conditional. Love will accept the beloved in all of its perceived flaws because love sees through the mask to the profound pain that lies beneath. I learned that life is unpredictable and ephemeral. One cannot contain love or store it up. Love must be ravenously consumed in every present moment.

From the affairs that did not go in the direction I desired, I learned to love without the need for expectations. To love while letting go. Life is forever transmuting and evolving. Nothing stays the same as we are pushed and pulled by our demons and desires.

From relationships that left me feeling empty and less than, that tore my heart to shreds, I learned to be clear with myself about what I could not accept. I learned that what I must express is intimacy, passion, sensuality, and honesty.

From the relationships that sought to contain and define me I learned the lesson that lies at the core of all else. To love myself totally and completely in all of my raw and open vulnerability with a ruthless and unconditional fierceness that has no part in fear, that does not barter in restriction or limitation, but seeks only to be the fullest expression of love that it can possibly be.

 

 

 

 

Words, words, words, and the Mystery of the Sphinx

SphinxI had been laboring over the writing of a blog post, trying to get my point across and was not very happy with the result. If only I could find the right words and place them in the right configuration I would be heard, and the truth would be recognized!

I struggled, even though I was well aware that no matter how logical or persuasive one’s arguments may be, they do not have the ability to change the beliefs of another, they are just more words being thrown about.

We only change our beliefs and the structures they uphold when we encounter an experience outside of our normal frame of reference that cannot be explained away no matter how much we try to cling to that which is being shattered.

I knew from experience that I should stop writing and do something completely different to give my operating systems a chance to reboot. I decided to be bold and take a breather with some acid.

I had taken that piece of dried mango laced with LSD across the Atlantic and back and still had not felt that I had the right time and frame of mind to indulge in the hope of a consciousness expanding experience.

In my prior experimental forays I never seemed to attain the experience that I sought. I reasoned whether I could endure 24 hours with every cell in my body racing like a Lamborghini on the Autobahn for another disappointing experience of poor quality LSD.

Today I felt compelled to give it a go. We were within the auspices of the full moon, Mercury was just stationed direct out of retrograde, and it was Sunday, yeah, no schedules, certainly an opportune time.

So I munched with determination on that piece of dried mango and waited. I was not alone, however, and the hours went by while we frolicked. After some time hunger overtook my companion and off he went for Chinese take out. I finally had a moment of quiet contemplation.

I reclined on the couch and gently gazed at my arm. It seemed immense and heavy as stone. I could not lift it. I felt myself to be in a vast structure, a holy place that contained me. I did not feel trapped, only amazed at the solidity of it all. I felt serene and noble like the great Sphinx of Egypt.

The moment passed but the experience registered. This was the mystery of the Sphinx, the miracle of spirit descended into the density of matter. We have all heard the cliché “the body is a temple for spirit” but who has really had the experience of that knowing.

Until we open to the experiential reality of life in all of its gut wrenching, awe-full-ness, and its raw, immense beauty arguments are all just words being bandied about, ” full of sound and fury, signifying nothing” but still I have to get back to those words, words, words.

 

Quotation from Shakespeare’s- Macbeth

.

 

 

 

 

 

The breaking point that initiated my Soul’s Evolution

I was a practicing general surgeon, a Fellow of the American College of Surgeons, just returned from a College conference. I stood with beer in hand at the edge of a concrete slab that my husband was constructing to extend the deck of our home.

It was evening and as I looked at the lights shining in the windows, I ruminated. I had placed myself on surgical call the very next day after my return and I thought to myself, “Cheryl why don’t you ever give yourself a break?”

With that thought I unconsciously took a step backwards into thin air. In my mind’s eye I saw the fall in slow motion as I landed on my left side on a stone wall and felt my ribs crack and break.

I crawled back to the house and was taken to the hospital’s emergency room. After XR confirmed that the three broken ribs on my left side had not punctured my lung, I insisted on going home.

I was forced to lay on my back in bed while my ribs healed and of course immediately started to anticipate how soon I could get back to work. I figured two to three weeks tops.

During those interminable hours in bed I also started to muse. Why did this event occur? I was an only child, who never did anything risky, no accidents, never a broken bone. This accident had to be deeply meaningful.

It finally began to dawn upon me that my life was severely out of balance. I had chosen to become a general surgeon to prove to myself and everybody else that I was “good enough, smart enough and brave enough” to justify my existence.

I chose the most male dominated career that I could conceive of doing because I wanted to be aligned with the ones who held the power in this world. I would not stand with the weak and powerless, the feminine.

True to type I was back at work in three weeks, driving myself relentlessly but I also started a quest to discover the disowned and rejected parts of myself.

I read Carl Gustav Jung and was intrigued by his ideas of archetypes and the collective consciousness and the role of symbols in the unconscious mind. I followed the work of his students as they delved deep into the archetype of the Divine Feminine. I looked at cultures where the feminine was still honored, in Hinduism, and other indigenous belief systems.

As the years passed I came to realize that my need to prove myself worthy of existing started in the womb of my mother. I was born into a fundamental religious family. My mother, the last of 16 children conceived me out of wedlock to a lover who abandoned her and so I was formed in a womb of shame, guilt, and “not good enough.”

I came to see that the world in which I was born had been invaded by the Patriarchal Judeo-Christian-Muslim religion that is based on the great Lie and deception of Original Sin and the need for Redemption.

This doctrine had enslaved humanity for the past two thousand years by the most brutal means possible, torture, murder, and mind control. It became apparent to me that this ‘God” was not the supreme creator but a ruthless madman aimed at destroying humanity and the world through the suppression, dis-empowerment and exile of the Divine Feminine.

 

43

Twelve years after that fateful accident still immersed in my career, doing what was expected, my husband was diagnosed with end stage cancer. I quit my job to be at his side. He died a year and a half later. This was not supposed to happen. This was not to be my life, yet it was.

I went into retreat to heal my soul and again to find the answer to why? Two years later I was introduced to John Lamb Lash’s work, “Not in his Image”. It took almost a year to get through it but at the end I understood that I had been born for this. I would write a short mythic tale of the Fallen Goddess as told by the Gnostics and as presented by John Lash.

I would help to bring back into the collective consciousness of humanity another story to usher in the reemergence of the Divine Feminine to heal our souls and restore sanity to humanity gone mad in a frenzy of self hatred, hell bent on destroying themselves, and the planet, our mother Gaia.

It has been said that your greatest wound is your greatest gift and so it is that I offer my gift to humanity.