Sid:
Hey, my feet are sweating.
Diego:
Do we need a news flash every time your body does something?
Manfred:
He’s doing it for attention. Just ignore him…
Sid:
Hey, my feet are sweating.
Diego:
Do we need a news flash every time your body does something?
Manfred:
He’s doing it for attention. Just ignore him…
I had this awareness that the experience of the core-wound, that event which first shook the self outside of its Earth-bounded container, could happen naturally without any actual trauma; especially regards my own movement from Zero to One.
I don’t think I had or have an event which pushed me to the outer of my divinity experience in the body or whatever that is/was. All the times I have tuned to figuring-out what was the question at the heart of all this human/divine experience, there’s crickets – nothing; no answer, no information, no pictures or anything to indicate I have trauma to resolve or trauma opening the door to integrate my wholeness or trauma of any kind.
With Divine Navigation there is another version of this core-wound in the West Coordinate and there too I found no real answer from within, from without, about being pushed out of love; although, I can say there was a time I experienced ‘cruelty’ (which I did not understand at the time; I did not know that cruelty existed) which seemed like a glitch in the Matrix and that could be interpreted as a first love-challenged (aka ‘called forth’) event… maybe.
Then, with Ken’s core-wound theory that an event pushes us from consciousness stage Zero to stage One disempowered and unintegrated, separates us from our divinity from our profound divine presence and wholeness integrated embodied and aligned/alive… I feel the event was a natural process, progress point, in my life at what age I’m not sure; but it’s interesting yo!
Even before I know what it is doing, what it is for, I recognise myself, in images of baby foxes, glowing magical mystical mythical horses in an imaginary glowing forest, and as the blue light form of a gentle being not quite of this world and yet here as me.
My intentions for 2025, my SoulFull Business Plan and Intentional Success In The New Year intentions, that is, came to me as Allies and Archetypes first. The Prophetess and the Gate Keeper. Both of which seem so powerful, force-full and male-oriented in action but neither of which presented that way.
Perhaps it is the way language interprets for me — not in obvious ways but rather in obscure and personally energetic ways more akin to mystical perceptions of what-is than physical hardness grinding against otherness. I see the words, the world(s) differently than in their usual interpretations.
For me, then, the Prophetess is a way-sayer and not so much of a doomsday giver. Less warning and adversarial advice. More gentle openings and understandings of what-is from every pore, every portal, every position on the map; that multidimensional, overlapping, inherently inconsistent mapping that allows for everything, all at once, everywhere to simply be.
This fox, this baby animal, looking back at me, at the viewer, so innocently, openly, vulnerably and yet powerfully confident trusting and unashamed unfazed undaunted by the reality before her — this is the pictorial representation of what I embody, of the Prophetess in my mind, my estimation, my emodiment of her abilities, her vulner-ability.
Obviously, if you have not experienced the live event with Ronda at Divine Navigation then it is hard for you to grasp the specifics of what is going on here as far as allies and intentions at an emodied resonance-level. All the same, it’s not hard to ignore the details and simply tune to the fact that what I’m speaking of has to do with power or empowerment as vulnerability of the most potent kind.
Deepest, highest, most vast and all-encompassing type vulnerability that situates one in the magical forest of glowing innocence and offers no protections. It feels high upon a hill. Visible for all to see. Yet not broadcasting anything at all. It feels deep within the brush and trees. Yet not hidden from anything at all. Totally available and completely open.
Rivers are often boundaries and borders, marking the end of one place and the beginning of the next. Sometimes you can choose your endings, giving to The River what you want to wash away. But The River doesn’t have to be a border to cross; it can also be an invitation to enter. — Maia Toll
This just happened to be September’s message on my wall calendar. As I prepared to work on this new site, I looked up and read these words, knowing exactly what to do next; that this was next, that this was now.
It’s strange how this works; for me. The coming of things into alignment, into view, always making itself known without me knowing what’s next or what it is for. I guess that’s why trust is such a big thing for me. I have to trust that what I’m drawn to, what feels next is what I’m up to; without any evidence or plan in mind. It’s the only way things can unfold as they must.
What is it, Right?