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Category: woman
Mama noastra care ne primesti in Ceruri
Mama divina, Tu care ne primesti
Pe Pamant ca si in Ceruri,
Fie ca Prezenta Ta sa locuiasca in sufletul nostru,
Ca Lumina Ta sa se incarneze in noi
Si astfel Sufletul Tau sa purifice orice lucru
in unitatea lumilor.
Fa ca fiecare zi sa ne fie o adevarata hrana,
Fa-ne constienti de lipsurile nostre
Si da-ne forta de a ne intinde mainile
Celor care se clatina.
Ofera-ne discernamantul
Si cuprinde-ne in Soarele Iubirii Tale
Caci doar El este singura Locuinta.
–
Cartea secreta a lui Jeshua, vol II – Anotimpurile implinirii, de Daniel Meurois
![Anna Breytenbach – Buddha at the Gas Pump Interview: presence, awareness, ripples, seen, unseen [video]](https://iulia-sara.ro/wp-content/uploads/2019/12/Anna-Breytenbach.jpg)
Anna Breytenbach – Buddha at the Gas Pump Interview: presence, awareness, ripples, seen, unseen [video]
“we are just differently arranged holding patterns”
Anastasia on goddesses <3
How can I not believe in all the women, Vladimir, since I know that Divine essence is present in every woman living on Earth today? So let it reveal itself in all its resplendent array! Goddesses! Women of the Divine Earth! Reveal in yourselves your own Divine essence. Show yourselves to the whole Universe in all the beauty of your original pristine presence. You are a perfect creation, you are created from the Divine dream. Each of you is capable of taming the diverse energies of the Universe – dear women, goddesses of all the Universe and the Earth.
<3
Excerpt from the Book Co-Creation (book four of the Ringing Cedars series), by Vladimir Megre
sacred woman for a sacred man: (song) Duran Duran “Lay, Lady, Lay”
I’ve just remembered this song…
didn’t find (didn’t search much either) find a more softer video for it…
not the video is relevant now and here, but the lyrics :)… below
to a sacred woman,
to a sacred man,
they dwell in my heart too
<3
—
Lay lady lay, lay across my big brass bed.
Lay lady lay, lay across my big brass bed.Whatever colors you have in your mind
I show them to you and you see them shine.Lay lady lay, lay across my big brass bed,
Stay lady stay, stay with your man a while.
Until the break of day, let me see you make him Smile.His clothes are dirty but his, his hands are clean
And you’re the best thing that he’s ever seen.Stay lady stay, stay with your man a while.Why wait any longer for the world to begin
You can have your cake and eat it too
Why wait any longer for the one you love
When he’s standing in front of you, ooh oohLay across my big brass bed.
Stay lady stayI long to see you in the morning light
I long to reach for you in the nightStay lady stay, stay while the night is still aheadLay lady lay…
Stay… stay!…
Ahhh ahhhhhhh
Ohhhh![[artist] Diana Manole – rerotikon](https://iulia-sara.ro/wp-content/uploads/2017/04/rerotikon.jpg)
[artist] Diana Manole – rerotikon
first I saw the poster of her exibition on Facebook
there’s something calling my attention in some of her work…
iti scriu…
iti scriu pentru ca esti in sufletul meu…pentru ca esti… in primul rand..
asa cum esti…femeie… sau poate mama ce a nascut in puterea sa,sau wanna-be mama…sau inainte de conceptie…
sau burtica… cu experiente intense…sau poate ai avut burtica ce s-a retras mai devreme decat era “planul”,sau poate bebe / puiul a plecat mai devreme, inapoi de unde a venit,
poate esti prieten(a)… sau partener(a) de drum…poate fiica..sau doula… ori moasa…pentru mine ESTI… si vreau sa impartasesc cu tine despre sacredbirthing.rosi e vremea sa nu mai fie asa… sa fie al nostru… sa il cream al nostru,al nostru… al tribului:– tribului in care mamele vin impreuna,– tribului in care mamele, burticile, partenerii de drum, impartasesc din experienta preconceptiei, conceptiei, sarcinii, nasterii si cresterii sa – toate constiente, blande, cu respect suprem pentru fiinta care este bebe si care alege sa vina… pura… si pe care ne sa ne straduim sa o pastram la fel…– tribului in care partenerii sunt langa mamici, burtici si pitici, valorizati si imputerniciti ca niste fiinte pline ce sunt si ei/ele…
– tribului in care doulele sprijina tot acest proces… si sunt apreciate pentru ceea ce sunt… infinit de pline de iubire neconditionata… si in acelasi timp, oameni si ele/ei,
– tribului in care exista intotdeuna cineva la care sa apelezi cand / dupa ce nasti, sa vina sa faca de mancare sau sa spele hainele cand tu/voi esti/sunteti full time cu bebe-tocmai-sosit in lumea asta,
– tribului in care daca nu stii ceva esti strijinit(a) sa reintri in contact cu tine, sa “vezi” ce simti si cum simti si sa alegi ce e bine pentru tine si bebe, sau daca e nevoie de informatie sa o ai la indemana aproape,
– tribului in care increderea ca poti naste natural este ceva… natural…
– tribului in care ai cui da un telefon daca ai nevoie de cineva sa te asculte, cand ti-e greu… atunci cand ti-e,
-tribului in care cei care au trecut prin anumite experiente dau mai departe cu iubire,
– tribului in care sacrul, iubirea, respectul, individul, comuniunea si comunitatea sunt elemente de baza… si unde suferinta, greul, durerea, rusinea sunt vazute, imbratisate cu blandete si spalate cu lacrimi calde – ca doar fac parte din drumul asta numit viata,
la inceput spatiul asta il vad virtual (ca sa avem de unde incepe si pentru ca suntem fizic la distanta)… si in timp visez sa il aducem si in realitate.. intr-un centrul spiritual de nastere naturala, constienta, blanda… alaturi de toate forurile superioare :)… si… deocamdata ma pastrez in aici si acum (visez da, la si mai multe… pentru lumea asta).asta inseamna ca o sa incepem sa scriem… despre astea… din proprie experienta…mna, nu stiu cum sunaĀ astea… asa scurt si scris… šsa fim cu forurile superioare, zic… si sa vedem ce… nastem, impreuna :)!<3O Aurora vestitoare! š
M-anclin in fata ta, FEMEIE,
Zeita plina de iubire
Tu care ESTI iubire, plina!
Deschizi suflete si primesti
Ingeri cu aripi de oameniā¦
Oameni cu aripi de ingeriā¦?
Ce mai conteaza?!…
TU, femeie, zana…goddessā¦
Bine-ai fost daruit-o aurora
Sosita dupa miez de noapte!
O aurora vestitoareā¦
Un inceput .. sau continuareā¦?
Si tu, BARBATE, insotitor de drum,
Ferice esti sa prinzi in palme
Asa minune vestitoare!
O, AURORA! Tu esti zeita zorilor,
Tu, Aurora, deschizi portile Soarelui
Si sufletelor celor ce te-au primit
In palme, in brate si in casa.
ESTE magie,
Curgatoare ca apa,
Plina de Iubire,
Incredere si Pace.
Fie-va casa plina de lumina,
De buna vestireā¦
De buna venire…
De iubire…
Azi… si in fiecare zi.
Ma-nclin
_/\_
… cu Oana si Aurora in suflet …
The Rupture of the Mother Line and the Cost of Becoming Real
there is more beyond what is written here… at different levels…
thinking of myself… my dear sister, our mom, of Pearl and of many… many other women (and men) I met in this lifetime…
Ā With each wave of grief we re-unite with the parts of us we had to disown in order to be accepted by our families.
Unhealthy systems need to be disrupted in order to find a new, healthier, higher-level equilibrium. It’s a paradox that we actually heal our mother line when we disrupt the patriarchal patterns in the mother line, not when we remain complicit with the patriarchal patterns to maintain surface-level peace. It takes grit and courage to refuse to comply with patriarchal patterns that have generational momentum in our families.
[…]
Part of the process is about embracing this deep, existential grief so that you can finally be initiated into the freedom and creativity of your own life. And ultimately this grief gives way to genuine compassion and gratitude for our mothers and the mothers before her.
[…]
Even though we are adult women, we still long for mother. What can be truly heartbreaking is to feel this longing for mother and know that your own mother cannot fill this longing, even though she tried her best. It’s important to face this fact and grieve. Your longing is holy and must be honored. Allowing space for this grief is an important part of being the good mother to yourself. If we don’t mourn our unmet need for mothering directly, it will unconsciously seep into our relationships, causing pain and conflict.
Source: @ http://www.womboflight.com
metta to all wombs and tears
heart in heart with my sisters out-there
…and here is the accompanying post of the same author, coming to meet the reactions of women to the previous post… which gets me to my own tears…
I’m meeting my power lately… and with power comes vulnerability… truthfulness… clarity… allowance of being what is… acceptance of what is… love and kindness… along with all the manifestations of the programs I have registered in my 38 years of this life…
all these come with a lot of tears for me…
tears which are cleansing… deeply… warm tears… loving and compassionate tears for the spirit which is now finding way back home…
empowering tears… knowing and trusting… and not knowing…
metta to allĀ women and men who are on the way
<3
it takes a lot to be a woman
today it was the first meeting with the Fairy Godmothers…
unele femei m-au intrebat sau au afirmat la despartire ca ne stim de undeva dar nu stiu de unde… well, eu am simtit asta de cand ne-am adunat in acelasi spatiu fizic, fata de unele chiar puternic… familiaritatea aceea de care nu ma mai speriu :).
normal ca ne stim de undeva… de pe aici… iar acum ne-am intalnit si fizic pentru prima oara.
in aceasta seara am avut trairi mixte… on one side and in some moments I was feeling filled (literraly inside by body, mostly in my womb and my heart) with warmth, joy… blessed…
on other moments I was noticing myself thinking about “what am I doing here?”, “are we serious adults talking about fairies?”.
I felt some of the women really close to in heart, as we were sharing our opinions in group opening.
what shimmered for me again… was the realization about who am I, as a woman…
Cristina (one of the women who “knows be from somewhere”) was asking at the end of the meeting, how can we differenciate between the woman…where woman ends and when the girl begins?
what come to me again and it came to me for many times in the past couple of months… what I know with by whole being is that:
I’m a bitch, I’m a lover, I’m a child, I’m a mother
I’m a sinner, I’m a saint, I do not feel ashamed.the child inside me never ends… the lover… the same…sometimes I am a child… sometimes I’m a bitch. different moments in my life triggers some part of me and I express that in those moments. and they are mostly labels we use to identify a behaviour.the mother it’s still waiting, but I feel it more and more close. I know now there will be a child coming through me in this life. I fell something it’s cooking around me, bigger then myself, beyond my rational decision about it.I feel the motherhood inside me (dedicated post for this coming soon – it’s a lot going on).the words still resonating inside me from the meeting today are sacred, together, expressing, unspoken.
