You only need look to nature to tell the difference between love and fear. With love, there is harmony, equality, a free flow of movement, a returning of loving companions to one another, joy, meaning, purpose, hope, patience, kindness, giving and receiving (natural sharing), truth, tolerance, honesty, forgiveness, protectiveness, assistance and divinity.
It's the day of 8 Manik/Deer in the Aztec Mayan sacred count. Deer is my destiny sign. Deer is the ultimate healer. It has a foot planted equally in each of the four horizontal directions of Papatūānuku (Pachamama, Earth Mother). It lives horizontally in equality and seeks it's companions, it's circle of trust to walk in grace, peace and harmony upon Papatūānuku's generously loving land.
Papatūānuku is my ultimate role model. She is the great feminine energy that expresses love without conditions. She gives us all the opportunity to love her or to not. When we do, we find balance and harmony with her and when we don't she'll wobble, quake and seek to restore her balance - as she is now.
As I meditate each day, it's her I go to for my guidance. Life would be disappointing without her loving presence for me. I see her pure and loving pink crystalline core. Love is love. Why do we have to add the word 'unconditional' to it to make it that way. Love is unconditional. It just is.
When life disappoints us, we may choose to love or hate. Either way, we will receive more of the choice we make. It takes strength and courage to remain in love. It takes fearlessness. Fearlessness is the presence of love and fear is the absence of it. I was afraid of heights, so I faced my fear and jumped out of an airplane to heal it.
It's been a man's world and there is a male wound that needs to be healed. It's only going to be healed with love. Charlotte Gerson, Max Gerson's daughter who has been a pillar of loving strength to assist people to heal from cancer naturally says, "You cannot heal the body with poison." This was in response to the medical dictatorship of healing cancer with chemotherapy. It's kind of obvious isn't it.
The psyche doesn't heal with violence or harshness either. It heals with love, with gentleness, with grace and beauty. Awhi mai, awhi atu - Embrace me, embrace us. This is the way of love. Similarly, it is kind of obvious that love is the healer and creating more fear for the psyche to deal with isn't.
So, what I am seeing and feeling now is the male wound and also the feminine quality of Papatūānuku's pure loving ways. She's been abused, polluted, captured, raped, pillaged and she continues to loves. She's wise and knowledgeable. She knows that love is the answer. She persists through a barrage of abuse to continue to keep showing human beings that the return to her, love and to natural lore is the answer for us all.
I have been blessed with eight years of homelessness and also blessed with having a home now where there is love without conditions. It has helped me heal from abuse and I learned in this home, that love, nurture, care and protection was actually in existence.
I hadn't seen a lot of evidence of that before. It's extremely healing and it helps me out of a desperate situation. A man made it possible, so it shows me not all men are still suffering from the fullness of the male wound. It gives me hope.
Many still are suffering from the male wound (women too) and it is a result of an enculturation to be 'the man' and get some biceps and a six pack and to prove oneself, to be strong and not to cry, etc. However, it's largely been done in the absence of love, and that is never going to help or heal. It's only going to produce a bunch of blokey blokes who are silently suffering. I lost one to suicide. That sucks. Let's do what we can so we don't lose more.
So when a real woman loves, she loves in equality. She doesn't go around claiming. "I am the woman!" She doesn't boast about her Goddess energies or claim herself to be anyone special, nor charge the earth for her services (excuse the pun). She just is and it can frighten the crap out of the wounded male. He may not know what to do with it when he encounters it. Some men will use it and perhaps abuse it. A wise woman will let him go.
Being homeless taught me a lot about love. To survive I was kind of subjected to the mercy of others. I sought to serve and so often the service was not seen or acknowledged because I had no money to give. Money is a fictitious tool of the patriarchy and where people in ignorance place value. It is the control system that has enslaved Papatūānuku. Love goes unseen but it also is secure enough to not have to be seen, to move on and love in the next place one is moved on to.
People will use you and abuse you when you don't have money or a home, but not everyone will. I've met some wonderful people in that homeless state and I've also met some who will never be satisfied, will milk you for all you're worth and when you cannot give any more, will throw you back out on the street.
Corpse-orations (corporations) like St John's ambulance will unceasingly send emails reminding you that the subscription that you have no means to pay is overdue. I write back and ask them what their solution is to help those in poverty who may need an ambulance in the future and if they do and cannot pay a subscription will be 'charged' (so aggressive) for their so called service. Of course it goes ignored.
It's hard to find the human in the corpse-oration. Dead man speaking doesn't work. Where is the life? Where is the love? It's easy to call me an idealist but if I don't love like Papatūānuku, to the best of my ability, then I'm only feeding the very system that abuses her and I simply cannot bring myself to do that. I am not perfect at it either, but I do my best.
The buck stops with the poorest (financially) and you can tell which companies are in integrity or not by their actions. I could name some, but I won't this time. Love is energy in action. If people don't walk their talk, then are they really loving or are they just lost in their fear? I'm asking myself now, where is the evidence that the so called holiness, the Dalai Lama walks his talk.
He talks a lot about compassion from his pillow and people worship him and adore him. He sits in his status but is there evidence that he actually is compassionate to others in living his life? Let me know. I may not have it correct.
This one is kind of obvious. The pope talks about forgiveness and giving to the poor and most people can see through that, but there is a great population of Catholics who idolise and adore him. It's as far from natural as things can get, as far as I can see and having received some of the kinds of abuse that come out of that institution in my life, well - no need here to say anymore just now, except it sucks.
So, do we walk our talk? Do we continue to love to the best of our ability even as others take advantage of it? Can you imagine (image-in) a world where we all had the capacity to love like Papatūānuku does? She goes unseen and people don't connect with her, but they feed off her. They cause her great suffering and yet she continues to love. Why would this be perceived as a bad thing?
As it relates to me. She's my great role model. I'd rather have my life where just about all I ever 'owned - (illusion),' has been taken or trashed and know that I have lived this life to the best of my ability in love and in integrity than to take from others, to compete or grab. I'd love to live in a world where there were many others who could live like this too.
I know who I am. I know why I am here. I know what my purpose is and it's to love like Papatūānuku and help bring people back to her, to connect with her, to love her and help her go green again. Super tingles running through my body - in confirmation from our great mother herself. Heart expanding, mind control diminishing - leads to freedom and so it is.
The Aztec Mayan sacred count has held the count of true time and holds the keys to the return to natural lore. It is here to assist Papatūānuku's process, her returning to great health. We serve her by also returning ourselves to great health, to learn to love like she does.
Genocide agendas wiped out the Aztecs and they sought to also wipe out the Maya. Genocide agendas 'from the man - the patriarchal control system' have sought to wipe out the indigenous cultures who have honoured life, creation and natural lore. The ancient languages are gone and need to be revived because they hold healing frequencies that balance and harmonise.
Where I live there is so much grief, such a harsh wound due to the extermination agenda of the native people of this land. As an empath, it is difficult for me not to feel it. There is also some mistrust of me because of the colour of my skin. The colour of my skin represents to many the abuse that has come from the pākehā (as in European cabal) colonisers. It's not easy to be here.
It's lonely, but there are a few who see me and are beginning to know me for who I really am. I love these people. They light up my life as we encounter one another on the street. I feel belonging here and also my returning from ancient memory of more ancient times.
I'm pinning a youtube to this post. It's called "Famine" by Sinead O'Connor. Genocide happened to white people too. This wise woman sings,
"And if there ever is gonna be healing,
There has to be remembering
And then grieving
So that there then can be forgiving
There has to be knowledge and understanding."
So for any who choose to, let's crank up our stereos and allow this message of healing to pump through our hearts, arteries and veins and imagine it healing our beloved Papatūānuku at the same time. May love heal, restore and balance us all - and so it is!!!
This one is also a bit of a woman's hearts cry which holds some relevance for many a true feminine woman - in the energy of deer, for true companionship. It reminds me of the great separation of Papatūānuku and Ranginui (Sky Father). Our tree here Tane Mahuta, who is the child that pushed the two apart is dying. It's time. The separation is the fear. The reunion awaits, but first the fear must clear.
Poppy Joy, writing about health from my perspective.