In a world that lays its accolades at the feet of the analytical left-hemisphere dominant perspective, ignoring the right almost entirely, we are rewarding what could at best be called an imbalance, and more accurately perhaps, an expression of collective mental illness. For in doing so, we have lost touch with a profound and, as Einstein says, sacred gift of what it means to be human.
The intuitive mind is a sacred gift, and the rational mind is a faithful servant. We have created a society that honours the servant and has forgotten the gift.
The right, and what is also described as the feminine, hemisphere of the brain, is responsible for accessing information primarily at a subconscious level: the invisible sea of intelligence that we bathe in daily that describes the ubiquitous frequencies of consciousness within all phenomena. The left cerebral allows us to see only the surface of things. Until the right side is awakened, ‘seeing’...
I have just spent time camping on Gunditjmara country at Port Fairy in Victoria. It was cold, it was wet and it was very windy. And Mother Nature was beautiful. I spent time on the beach watching the ocean being picked up and rolled by the wind. It felt like she was singing to me, telling me a story that was uniquely mine. I watched as the ocean formed waves of white foam and could see glimpses of crystal blue waters through the beautiful curve of each wave. There was a majesty and fierceness in the way the waves crashed into the water and a contrasting gentleness as the water breathed in and out of the rock pools. ‘You can be fierce. You can be gentle. And in all states, you are beautiful’ she sang to me. And I knew it to be true. There was a knowing of such depth that the Mother was indeed speaking to me through the wind and the water.
Moments like these are not foreign to me. I live...
Last night I walked down to the river. It was one of the darkest nights, approaching New Moon and clouds misting the starlight to a very faint diffuse glow. Bio-luminescent mushrooms making themselves known with their yellowish blue light, evoking the feel of spirits holding space, guarding the dark creative spaces. Arriving at the river bank, I turn off my head torch, let my eyes adjust to the darkness, taking a few deep breaths, connecting with the dark lunar energy above and the magnetic creative womb of the earth. I call in the elements.
Water... flow, tidal rhythms, sometimes flowing around obstacles, sometimes tearing them away, fertile swelling, flowing towards something bigger than us, following intuition and instinct.
Air... light cool breeze, spaciousness to allow love to blossom and healthy boundaries to grow strong, discernment and vision, deep listening to the whispers of my allies and my whole and healed ancestors.
So much rain has fallen the last few days. The sodden forest floor smells of the rich, musty composting deliciousness of Mother Earth and the moss and lichen covering the trees is vibrant in its luminous green rejoicing. I love this forest oasis; a little remnant of Gondwana land that used to cover this planet with its lush beauty in ancient times.
It is like living in a fairy-tale. The pathless woods are populated by wild creatures like dingos, quolls, possums, wallabies, bandicoots, copperhead and tiger snakes, boobook and barking owls, white and black cockatoos, satin bower birds and many more. My totem and favourite of all, is the superb lyrebird who, in this small region only, mimics a flautist who lived here about 120 years ago.
Can you imagine, 13 years ago when I visited for the first time, hearing this ethereal music emanating from the forest? Being a...
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She felt excitement, elation, expansion... ALIVE!
Everyday at the same time the 'bell' would be heard from inside Sarah's classroom, she would race to the court with a basketball in her hands ready to play. Her friends would join in as adrenaline pumped through her veins, moving fast like a cheetah up and down the court, dribbling the ball, passing it, defending and taking the ultimate three pointer shots. It didn't matter if her team won or lost, Sarah just loved to be with her friends, move her body and play the game.
She loved basketball, she loved soccer, running, surfing, netball, handball, swimming and football.
Sport was her 'jam'.
One day as Sarah went to take her last shot at the hoop one of her friends accidentally collided with her, elbowing her in her chest. Extreme pain in her breast radiated down...
The Determinatress lineage has had a name change. Her identity is shifting, her role becoming more defined and refined.
When I first received the Determinatress as my main Warrioress to work with, I was confused and unsure what her name implied. She started to appear first and foremost as the energy of a determined woman, someone who pushes through and persists till the end, completing whatever task could be at hand. I thought, "Too easy. I can do that," only to realise that she was far more complex and multi-dimensional to even conceive of her so simplistically. The journey thus far has revealed her to me as someone who needs to be in the present and balanced in her thoughts and views.
The Determinatress energy required me to focus on my family. I needed to release the needs of my more dominant Aries nature (I have many astrological placements in Aries) and flow from the perspective of 'me' to 'we', which encapsulates...
As I am writing this, I am waiting to hear if a new major project, and a new phase of my life, is about to begin. The universe shuffled her cards and landed the Wheel of Fortune squarely in my lap on the night of the eclipse. Since then, events have unfolded as if pre-ordained, as if divine will chose me as a vessel for energy that wishes to be birthed; and I am finally in a place to stand grounded and firm, strong and sturdy enough to birth the energy that wishes to be born.
The waves of excitement have been chased by waves of fear. I have spent a cold, Southern Winter in hibernation in Tasmania – wondering why I was delivered back to this windy and temperamental island, when I thought I was finished with her many and varied moods.
In the depths of my dark night in Dorrigo, I was told so many times that I was walking the Hero’s Journey. I did not want to hear it. I did not care for that journey, for that responsibility, or that narrative....
In a wave of excitement, I felt that a secret code, a sign was needed on the landing of this shop
for a Weary Wayward Warrioress, so she would know she was in the right place, and that rest and refreshment would be assured before continuing on the pilgrimage to lot 13 Yammacoona.
I am creating a gallery on Hickory Street in Dorrigo. I’ve created a gallery like this before, so it feels like I should know exactly why I am doing this again. I am unpacking boxes of all this great stuff, the stuff that creates the feel, the atmosphere of the era, so that when I walk in, it makes me feel good. While unpacking, arranging, sorting, and cleaning I am listening to psychic and cosmic guide 'Gigi Young' on Manifestation (on YouTube). She tells me, 'Find your WHY. Your WHY is going to tell you WHY you want to get into a particular field. Refine your WHY. Your going to need your WHY to fall back on when the going...
The Archeress spoke to me before I even knew who she was.
Her fortifying strengths of expanded awareness, curiousity and taking risks have in some way always been part of my make up.
At the beginning of 2021 I was in a highly stressful and highly intense job, doing something I had long lost my passion for. I was working seven days a week, sometimes up to 14 hours a day. And then one day I knew I had to remove myself from this. I resigned with no other job to go to. I set the intent that for whatever time I was not in paid employment I would spend healing my nervous system, looking for ways to know myself more deeply and embrace more of my shadow self. And there was a very clear knowing that I just needed to be more curious. This, I know now, was the Archeress whispering to me.
I spent my time on nature walks, attending healing workshops, reading books and listening to podcasts. One experience led onto the next, opening new insights...
Working with the Medicine Woman Archetype, Aether is my element. I perceive Aether as the bridge between our embodied earthly experience and the wholesome blueprints of All that Is, containing all wisdom of the ages gone and to come and where our allys, guides and teachers in Spirits exist. It is pure potential, where time and space does not exist.
I imagine it as the womb of the universe, dark, fertile and spacious. And I believe that it is our wombs that are the anchors and portals to this space. Where we feel a deep knowing and when we are connected to our womb space (and we don’t need a physical womb to do this), we are in connection with the Earth Mother and the Sky Father connecting the physical with spirit.
While there are many ways to tune into this connection, one way I find particular potent is through drumming. There is just something primal about the beat of the drum, something that resonates way back...
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