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August 23, 2024 The Dear Human Child Transmission
The DEAR HUMAN CHILD Transmission, read for you in full, to give you a taste of the upcoming Audiobook.

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13 min
August 07, 2024 What Do the Guides Have to Say About the US Election?
If transmission excerpts can support our personal challenges, imagine how they might respond if we ask tough questions about current global issues? Well, I asked, and the cards spoke.
Wouldn't it be interesting if this election were, for example, to lead us in a direction that suggested that it's time for a different form of electoral system? That pitting two parties against one another in aggression and bitter and childlike oppositional energy is not the way to create a healthy country or a healthy governing body. And perhaps this is what it is time for us to overhaul. If we were to choose this fundamental change, that is when new opportunities and new choices appear before us.
If you enjoyed this video, be one of the first to hold the special edition DEAR HUMAN CHILD book and deluxe card deck in your own hands. We are so grateful for your support in reaching our goal, to bring these writings to the world. DEAR HUMAN CHILD.
DEAR HUMAN CHILD at Farmacia
Are you are local to Toronto and stuck in the city on an August weekend?
Stop by Farmacia this Saturday Aug. 10, from 1 - 4 pm, to say hi, chat about the book and try out the DEAR HUMAN CHILD card deck, all while sipping on a fresh smoothie or kombucha. After our visit you are only steps away from the lake and boardwalk, as well as all kinds of shops and patios where you can enjoy a summer meal.
Farmacia is located in the heart of the Beaches just east of Leuty Avenue on the north side of Queen Street East.
2096 Queen St E, Toronto, ON M4E 1E1
(647) 341-3276
Join me to receive a card just for you, and play with our prototype deck. Bring a question or just ask, 'tell me what I need to know now'. Be forewarned that these cards speak to the soul, rather than our material preferences.
I will try to get to everyone, but definitely promise to chat with the first ten folks to stop by. There is no charge to receive your card, but I do ask that you purchase a drink to say thank you to Steve for hosting us.
Prizes!
AND... while you are with us, enter in a draw to win an original, framed fine art print, a sample of the illustrations from DEAR HUMAN CHILD. Only those who join at Farmacia on Saturday will be entered in this draw, so it's a great chance to win!
* Contest guidelines: To participate in this draw, please attend at Farmacia.
* Enter with your email address: one ticket.
* Back the project on Saturday: two tickets.
* Back the Kickstarter with our best value, Soulmate Package tier, or any higher value tier: three tickets. Other draws will be held at upcoming live events, and as we have six framed prints in total, I will chat with each winner and do my best to offer your favourite illustrations.
We sooo appreciate your sharing of this project. If you are here with me on Substack, I know you value the transmissions. They were meant for you.
Join me at DEAR HUMAN CHILD for project updates, and to be a part of this dream.
much love, Adi

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14 min
December 22, 2023 THE RING OF LIGHTS
A transmission reminding us of our connection to one another, and to Source.

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5 min
April 18, 2023 RAIN DANCE
Dear Listener and Reader;
Today I share a deep and lengthy transmission which feels important in this moment. It is part two of a four part series received in summer of 2020, on Q-Anon and pedophilia. As always, the transmissions look to the root, to the underlying expressions of polarization which lead to suffering.
Rain Dance will be part of an upcoming book of transmissions on these days of the Earth Changes.
Publishing a collection of these writings is a vision I have held for many years. Please let me know, dear reader, if you would like to be on my list to be notified of this release.
RAIN DANCE
Do not be afraid to dream
even in your pain
for dreaming is now
more valuable than ever before
yet as you dream
make it yours
dream what you choose
not what you fear
Now
you think you know your fear
but you do not
You think you know what it means
to be spiritual
but you do not
You think you know how
to serve
but you do not
and so these
are the lessons
of these times
It has been said
that the one antidote to fear
is Trust
and it is
but to understand the trust
that is asked of us
we must first understand
the layers of our fear
If we are to know
how to call in the rain
we must first walk the desert
through thirst
through the illusion of mirage
through the shifting sands
and disconnection from the rich earth
Only when we tell the truth
about the desert
may we know rain
Wherever love is missing
fear will quickly come
to take its place
and these are the days
of the Desert of Love
Deserts are not made overnight
they are gradually formed
over many years
as life falls away
as the rains do not come
and the trees die one by one
and rivers dry up
nowhere to run
the soil loses its capacity
to fuel birth
and the stone breaks down into sand
beneath our feet
reflecting the heat by day
and the empty cold by night
all measured
by the whims of the wind
and the sun
We live today
in a desert of love
so we may waken
to the divinity of rain
Where did our love go you ask?
Is it not the stuff
from which we are made?
Indeed it is
and yet within this realm
of breath and all such polarities
we must surrender to this exchange
the natural journey
of birth to death
but in our fear
we ran from this truth
until every action
became a way to separate us
from the beauty
of our return to God
The great ages
of the birth of ownership
and industry
the birth of technology
the birth of institutions
and political
religious
educational
justice systems
each one in search of something
each one promising to take us
further and further
from death
for if only we could control
measure and own
all of life
perhaps it would be ours
to stay
This too is our choice
This too
is the making of our dreams
And with each of these ages
we withdrew further and further
from our sense of connection
to Mother
We made our buildings taller
our paved roads longer
our feet forgot how to be naked
our hearts could not remember
the touch of the trees
and so the deserts came
wider and wider
until there was nothing left to inhale
but the exhalation of the one
standing next to us
and without our remembering
of the beauty
of the coloured leaf
ready to fall
to rot
to give her essence back
to the Mother
in this desert
of disconnection from Infinite Love
our fear began to unfold
in new forms
more vast and yet more secretive
than ever before
To understand this
consider primitive man
and the purity of his fear
He fears the animal he hunts
the Beast
the buffalo
the bear
the stag
but in his fear
he also honours them
he respects their power and value
for they are his food
his clothing
his very life
They are his Gods
This fear makes him fierce
it gives him strength and wisdom
it teaches him about his place
within the devouring circle
of the material world
This is so of all his fears
so he may live in purpose
and resolution
His very fears guide him
to his desires
his reason for being
and his greatest joys
But now
caught in our separation
from the natural world
from the Mother
in her grace and wisdom
immersed in our driven distraction
our need to own
to build
to possess
fear has lost its purpose
and we can no longer
access its gifts
Instead of our fuel
it has become our enemy
our shame
and so we deny it
we drug it
we try to buy our way out of it
even as it grows larger
ever larger
we forget to honour its name
The desert grows
as the love we once found
every day in the arms of the Mother
dries up
in our separation from her
and in its place
into the desert
comes the fear
roaming like packs of hyenas
drifting in clouds of entities
the forms of fear taking shape
the ghosts of all we have denied
during the day
infiltrating our world
by night
This too is our choice
This too
is the making of our dreams
And so as the daily life of so many
becomes a desert
a desert of meaningless employment
and numbing devices
and imitation foods
and spiritual pretence
we may lose even the memory of rain
until this constant
low-grade empty fear
becomes our constant state
at times escalating to depression
or even the terrors
of psychosis
but rarely if ever
returning to the knowing of Trust
of true belief
in the garden of the Mother
so far have we travelled
from her arms
This too is our choice
This is the ready climate
for the Dance
of Rain
And here we come to the question
of Spirit
of the presence of Divinity
in our hearts
in our world
For of course
the larger truth is that love
has never left us
can never leave us
for it is the stuff
out of which
even darkness
is made
But in our disconnection
so too do we become separate
from genuine perception
because our fear is now everywhere
there is no antidote for so many
no daily connection
with other forms of life
no words to be heard
from the trees
no caresses
from the fish in the seas
no scent of the skin
of the newborn calf
no hawk overhead
no mud between the toes
no circles of women gathered
for a birth
no families of men
digging the soil for a grave
because of this separation
from the permission
for the honouring of our joys
and our fears
we know neither
and instead live
in a low-grade hum
a purgatory
between dimensions
neither fully upon the earth
nor fully dead
we consume
we distract
we go mad instead
This too remains our choice
This too the makings of our now
necessary dreams
In this state of confused perception
we cannot define nor recognize
what is fear
and what is righteous
we cannot discern
what is godly
and what is human arrogance
and so even our search
for Spirit
for the Light
becomes confused
and if this has been our world
so too
must it crumble
And here we must pause
to examine all that we have named
as “spiritual”
and understand more deeply
the confusions which abound
Let us begin with clarifying
that we are all
in our very nature
“spiritual” beings
We are beings of Spirit
aspects of Spirit
having chosen
incarnation in physical form
and so it is not possible
for us to be anything other
than spiritual
The soul must claim
the body
and in this there is no living form
which is not imbued
with its own expression
of the Divine
As such we cannot study
spirituality
we can only remember it
We cannot attempt to achieve
that which is our essential nature
we may only acknowledge it
We cannot stray from
spiritual behaviours
as all actions
have their place in the larger view
of this Divine expression
but in so understanding
we are asked to relinquish
all judgement of our attempts
to return to ourselves
We are asked to see
that the further we seem to travel
from wholeness
the more ready we are
to return to that
which is the Source of Love
Here is where so much
of our confusion lies
For throughout the history
of humankind
we have been afraid
of our own forgetting
we have created shame
to fill the space
where our remembering was lost
and so we created religion
the systems of belief
which gave us lists of
rules and behaviours
to govern all that we have forgotten
and thus the permission
for punishment
when these rules were not followed
the meting out of pain and suffering
in direct proportion
to the judgement
we felt was necessary
for surely if we have lost Goddess
surely if we cannot remember God
we are the ones at fault
so says
the wounded child
in our heart
And so the rules
and their associated punishments
became the definition
of godliness
of divine expression
of our “spiritual” natures
and even when some said
I no longer follow the rules
of the churches and the mosques
they simply replaced them
with their own rules
and so a new age
of spirituality
was born
Inherent within this new age
was the idea of rebellion
as holy
and the belief
that by rejecting the tenets
of institutionalized thought
all light was found
and so the shadow itself
became the new demon
so great was the fear
of suppression and control
Freedom became
the new benediction
as the self of the personality
became confused
with the universal self of the Divine
and so a false freedom reigned
and with it
a contagion of a new
and Insidious fear
the denial of fear itself
So great was the
unconscious judgement
no judgments could be seen
no deep truth could be expressed
and so the very souls
who in their hearts
held the most unconscious fear
became the ones
who espoused the loudest command
to stand in the light
saying
in my fear
of what I cannot see
I will tell you all
that you are blind
in my own sleeping consciousness
I will tell you all
to wake up
Now
within our present moment world
of disconnection
we can understand
how layers and forms and aspects
of fear
will begin to fill the desert
There will be those who will say
I see the Beast but I give it
no honour
and I will attempt to prove
myself fearless
by killing it on sight
there will be no Beast
in my world
I will destroy
what I fear
I am
There will be those who will say
I see the Beast
as it lives in others
those unholy ones
and we will create systems
and laws and prisons
and we will contain the Beast
and eat the Beast
and this is rational and reasonable
and fear is for
the weak and emotional
and I am not
one of those
There will be those who will say
I see the Beast
as it lives in others
but I am the righteous one
I am the one who has been hurt
by the Beast
and so I demand
for my pain to be seen
as righteousness
and I will kill the Beast
with my words as a way
of coping
with my precious fear
There will be those who will say
I see the Beast
for the first time
and so great is my terror
it will become the nightmare
from which I ask to be saved
and any imagining
I have ever had
any story told by my fear
to this I now give life
because the one who dares
to rebel is my saviour
the one who will
kill the Beast for me
is the one I will choose to believe
for the horror of this bad dream
is more than I can bear
and I give away my reason
so I will not be forced
to feel my fear
And this response
the willingness to give away reason
is the virus of our times
for it seeks to make real
what is pure illusion
pure mirage
upon the sand dunes
of our growing
massive desert
And this too is our choice
this too is a perfect example
of our choice to dream
Can you for a moment
close your eyes
and allow your imagining
to paint this scene?
The many, many
living in the lands of disconnection
no soil
no skin of the Mother beneath them
to bring softening and comfort
no actual presence
of birth or death
in their lives
no touch of the living Beast
beneath their hands
no connection to
the living expressions
of all the life-forms
that have been denied
and yet
and yet
still they are aspects of Spirit
and so still they create
still they dream
still they seek
But all from a place
of unaware disconnection
and unconscious fear
each one creating a world
like a rain cloud overhead
waiting
just waiting
for a chance to dance
a chance to rain
upon the desert of love
in which they have lived
for so long
Can you see them?
Can you see them all
wandering the desert blindly
crashing into one another
running apart from one another
clouds above them of every size and colour?
Can you see them?
can you see the ones
that simply lie down
no longer able to run
they lie on street corners
in hospital corridors
they lie on their couches
and they watch the news
unable to move
unable to remember who they are
unable to turn away from
the collective illusions
they have helped create
by dreaming it all together
the blue clouds
the black clouds
the red clouds
the clouds that smother whole cities
the clouds that roll
in unbidden
gathering force
the clouds that form
layer upon layer
over top one another
choking the lungs
smothering the light
waiting
waiting
oh so long we have been waiting
for the true freedom
to rain?
Can you see this vision
of a hundred thousand
unique realities
Can you see your own cloud?
Can you imagine your own rain?
This too is our choice
this too is the making of our dreams
There is a principal at play here
which begs to be grasped
which we will speak of
as cleansing and release
In any dimension of polarities
life is and must be
sustained through movement
for without inhalation and exhalation
physical form will cease
The cold must be met by warmth
sweet must respond to the sour
death must take place
to make ready for birth
and hate
and rage
and cruelty
and unfairness
and all the losses of faith and hope
which accompany these polarities
must exist
so that affection
and delight
and kindness
and compassion
all may be born
in the consciousness of your dreams
And too
there must come movement
between the two extremes
for the experience of them
to be tasted
This is flow
And so when a great denial
a great forgetting of Who We Are
has been lived
for hundreds and hundreds of years
when a great separation
from the Mother
has been magnified
to the breaking point
of our times
there must come a moment
a critical mass
a tipping point
of the polarity to consciousness
and this must lead to
the cleansing
the release
of all that has been held back
in the tight reins
of our refusal to see
In these days
of immanent release
before the letting go
the heaviness of our clouds
may seem unbearable
suffocating
blinding
It is the moment
of transition
the heavy, heavy
darkness
before an impending storm
but then
once the rain begins
the release of all that has been held
becomes so glorious
the sensations of liberation
truth and forgiveness
so profound
the remembering of the rain
so exquisite
it will all make sense
and the act of remembering
all that was once forgotten
will come home to the arms
of the Mother
to land
Here she will hold us
here she will remind us
of all the love we truly are
In the description
of this world of illusions
we ask you to consider
our impending release
how every step of the way
was an act of choice
how for each soul
their own chosen desert
their own size and shape
and their own relationship
to their own Beast
has become their own reality
And this is no small thing
for the more deeply we are carried
by the unconscious
the more freely
our realities will be created
by the forces we decline
to see
Know this:
We are never
not creating
We are never
not forging what is real to us
Even though we may only
be beginning to learn
that this miracle is taking place
every moment
of everyday
awake or asleep
it matters not
we exist
therefore we create
we hold life force
therefore we move
we move
therefore we exist
and creation is born
over and over
again
And its immortal nature
the expression of our life
never ends
but rather changes form
as we allow
as we create
as we dream
And so the command of our times
is to bring our Act of Creation
into conscious awareness
into the witnessing
of present moment choice
the greatest act of love
the greatest remembering of love
in our willingness to see
that we may choose love
and in this
forge an intentional reality
an action which is
in its very nature
an experience of reunion
with
however we name
our Creator
Choice is
our return to Heaven
Choice is
the recollection of our home
as the source of all
Choice is
inevitably and always
the rains
upon the deserts
of our missing love
it is a return
to God
And until this day
the world we forge
will seem to us
like being in a store
where televisions are sold
and every television is turned on
to a different channel
and every channel
is playing a different show
and every show is trying
to be louder than the others
and many
make no sense
at all
Forgive the clouds
before they break
this will help them soften
and The Rains of Love
to fall
much love,
Adi
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31 min
March 02, 2023 To The See
Dear Reader
Are you ready? Are you willing to See? Please use this as a meditation, as a softening of the heart toward release, as a message to be spoken aloud with your own voice. That which we speak, we bring into form.
When the wave rises
we cannot say
the exact moment
it will crest
and begin its fall to freedom
into wholeness with the infinite
So ask not
are we done
ask not
are we here yet
but rather soften into
all flow
and do not judge
your arc
your ride
You witness
such shifting sands
Your vision blurs
in the heat of the sun
You are unsure
if you are dreaming
if the shadows
upon the horizon
are real
or true
Everywhere you turn
you wonder
is this the godly way
or is this the illusion
the bed of lies
which makes one a fool
Those whom you once trusted
seem to collapse
as if they had always
been made of dust
and those whom you once judged
surprise you
as they crack open your heart
and reshape your soul
Nothing remains
in the realm of the ordinary
Nothing is as it used to be
for the story is now told
across fields of light
through layers and layers
of dimensions
cutting consciousness
beyond space
beyond measure
beyond a world of
day and night
So that just when you think you know
you realize you don’t know
Just when it starts to make sense
it doesn’t anymore
and we begin to recognize
that we are no longer alive
in the realm of
experience which marks us
We are being born instead
into a realm
of truth as constant creation
beyond categorization
beyond constructs of old
Look into the eyes
of your brother
and you may find
alive within
the dark fears
of an abandoned child
Look into the eyes
of your enemy
and you may find
a hidden wisdom
a soul who has simply learned
how to survive
Look into
your own eyes
and allow yourself to see
as if for the first time
the clutter of
persona and denial
for there is no more time
no more use
for addictions of distraction
Not another moment to be given
to doubt or blindness
not another day to spend
in helplessness
hopelessness
or fear
For whether this is
your last day upon
a hellish Earth
or your first day
in a Heaven of your own making
it matters not
the wave has arisen
the wave has arisen
and it will return us all
to the See
The time has come
to cease thinking with the brain
and instead infuse
your Presence with expansive sight
To stop breathing
with the lungs
and instead inhale
the force of a destructive and creative fire
To walk upon the soil
and at the same time
transcend the doing of it
all the while discovering beauty
in every particle
of your sleep-walking
day-dreaming world
As you expand
slowly, slowly exploding the DNA
as you breathe in
this fiery light
you may believe
that now you have drunk the tea
taken the pill
but this
dear children
this is your return to knowing
the remembering
of the coming
of the end of the night
This is exactly how
the key is handed back to you
placed firmly in your hands
for you can never cease
human confusions
without first naming the stories
the stage and the players
and then bow
in absolute gratitude
as you rise up
as you re-materialize
into your entirety
and leave those stories
behind
This is the melding
of a transporting state
wherein we envision
ourselves into alchemy
with the material voice
of our human drama
We the wordsmiths
We the players
We the audience
the critics on opening night
forever and forever
at play
caught between suffering and joy
hide and seek
with the light of utter
absolution and forgiveness
allowing ourselves to be found
allowing ourselves to be found
and the game is thus done
the dissolving forces
of negative illumination
collapsing inward
until we cannot be lost
confused
or distracted again
no matter how great the storm
no matter how deep
the crashing of this giant wave
Come here
to this shore
one, two, three times
every day
let the reminder
of meaning within chaos
sing in your ears
and become
one of the ones who has
relinquished fear
and found the rhythm
of acceptance
the untouchables
the transformers
the heroes upon their journeys
finally able to play the game
because we see the game
and to return to the arms
of Home
when the theatre is done
Author pick up your pen
Artist pick up your brush
Parent birth your child
Child grow into your parent
Creator infuse the expressions
of every shade
of every being
in every way
You were born for this time
When the wave rises
we cannot say
the exact moment
it will crest
and begin its fall to freedom
into wholeness with the infinite
So ask not
are we done
ask not
are we here yet
but rather soften into
all flow
and do not judge
your arc
your ride
You witness
such shifting sands
Your vision blurs
in the heat of the sun
You are unsure
if you are dreaming
if the shadows
upon the horizon
are real
or true
Everywhere you turn
you wonder
is this the godly way
or is this the illusion
the bed of lies
which makes one a fool
Those whom you once trusted
seem to collapse
as if they had always
been made of dust
and those whom you once judged
surprise you
as they crack open your heart
and reshape your soul
Nothing remains
in the realm of the ordinary
Nothing is as it used to be
for the story is now told
across fields of light
through layers and layers
of dimensions
cutting consciousness
beyond space
beyond measure
beyond a world of
day and night
So that just when you think you know
you realize you don’t know
Just when it starts to make sense
it doesn’t anymore
and we begin to recognize
that we are no longer alive
in the realm of
experience which marks us
We are being born instead
into a realm
of truth as constant creation
beyond categorization
beyond constructs of old
Look into the eyes
of your brother
and you may find
alive within
the dark fears
of an abandoned child
Look into the eyes
of your enemy
and you may find
a hidden wisdom
a soul who has simply learned
how to survive
Look into
your own eyes
and allow yourself to see
as if for the first time
the clutter of
persona and denial
for there is no more time
no more use
for addictions of distraction
Not another moment to be given
to doubt or blindness
not another day to spend
in helplessness
hopelessness
or fear
For whether this is
your last day upon
a hellish Earth
or your first day
in a Heaven of your own making
it matters not
the wave has arisen
the wave has arisen
and it will return us all
to the See
The time has come
to cease thinking with the brain
and instead infuse
your Presence with expansive sight
To stop breathing
with the lungs
and instead inhale
the force of a destructive and creative fire
To walk upon the soil
and at the same time
transcend the doing of it
all the while discovering beauty
in every particle
of your sleep-walking
day-dreaming world
As you expand
slowly, slowly exploding the DNA
as you breathe in
this fiery light
you may believe
that now you have drunk the tea
taken the pill
but this
dear children
this is your return to knowing
the remembering
of the coming
of the end of the night
This is exactly how
the key is handed back to you
placed firmly in your hands
for you can never cease
human confusions
without first naming the stories
the stage and the players
and then bow
in absolute gratitude
as you rise up
as you re-materialize
into your entirety
and leave those stories
behind
This is the melding
of a transporting state
wherein we envision
ourselves into alchemy
with the material voice
of our human drama
We the wordsmiths
We the players
We the audience
the critics on opening night
forever and forever
at play
caught between suffering and joy
hide and seek
with the light of utter
absolution and forgiveness
allowing ourselves to be found
allowing ourselves to be found
and the game is thus done
the dissolving forces
of negative illumination
collapsing inward
until we cannot be lost
confused
or distracted again
no matter how great the storm
no matter how deep
the crashing of this giant wave
Come here
to this shore
one, two, three times
every day
let the reminder
of meaning within chaos
sing in your ears
and become
one of the ones who has
relinquished fear
and found the rhythm
of acceptance
the untouchables
the transformers
the heroes upon their journeys
finally able to play the game
because we see the game
and to return to the arms
of Home
when the theatre is done
Author pick up your pen
Artist pick up your brush
Parent birth your child
Child grow into your parent
Creator infuse the expressions
of every shade
of every being
in every way
You were born for this time
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8 min
June 29, 2022 Two Selves Exercise
Dear Reader;
Welcome to the Part Four Exercise, part of a series of writings on Healing the Primary Sexual Wound.
Part Four Exercise: On the forgiving, healing and integrating the Masculine and Feminine aspects of our being.
This exercise honours the hidden blessings within our dualistic natures and the deep purpose held by both the feminine and masculine aspects of our incarnation, while recognizing all humans embody elements of both. This does not negate natural gender, but rather invites us to dance with our beautifully polarized reflection.
In this exercise you will be led through an exploration of three levels of awareness: wounding, compensation and acceptance. As we develop the capacity to witness the hidden aspects of our masculine or feminine natures, we may then have the courage to recognize how we have learned to deny and protect ourselves.
As an unconscious compensation, women may develop tactics of masculine aggression, and men may retreat to a feminine passivity. We may relinquish our inherent strength in such an adaptation, for fear of revealing what we perceive as a dangerous potency.
Jung said, “Whatever is rejected from the self, appears in the world as an event.” Remembering that our emotional shadows are our guides, what have these fears come to teach us? Who are we in our wholeness? Where may a man find the new sacred masculine within, and how does a woman embody the long lost sacred feminine?
Please take the time to journal, draw, paint and move your body after your meditation. Celebrate what has been revealed.
You will hear a brief introduction of the Nam-myoho-rege-kyo Nichiren Buddhist chant, offered in the understanding that even ignorance and the Dharma nature are a single entity, or one in essence. This reunion is indeed our Buddha nature.
From Soka Gakkai, of the Nichiren Buddhism Library":
“The meaning of Nam-myoho-renge-kyo is explained in the opening section of The Record of the Orally Transmitted Teachings, the record of Nichiren’s lectures on the Lotus Sutra compiled by his disciple and successor, Nikkō. It states that namu derives from the Sanskrit word namas and is translated as devotion, or as “dedicating one’s life.” What one should dedicate one’s life to, he says, are the Person and the Law. The Person signifies “Shakyamuni,” which means the eternal Buddha, and the Law is “the Lotus Sutra,” which means the ultimate truth, or Myoho-renge-kyo. According to Orally Transmitted Teachings, the act of devotion (namu) has two aspects: One is to devote oneself to, or fuse one’s life with, the eternal and unchanging truth; the other is that, through this fusion of one’s life with the ultimate truth, one simultaneously draws forth inexhaustible wisdom that functions in accordance with changing circumstances.
Orally Transmitted Teachings further states: “We may also note that the nam of Nam-myoho-renge-kyo is a Sanskrit word, while Myoho-renge-kyo are Chinese words. Sanskrit and Chinese join in a single moment to form Nam-myoho-renge-kyo. If we express the title [of the Lotus Sutra] in Sanskrit, it will be Saddharma-pundarīka-sūtra. This is Myoho-renge-kyo. Sad (a phonetic change of sat) means myō, or wonderful. Dharma means hō, Law or phenomena. Pundarīka means renge, or lotus blossom. Sūtra means kyō, or sutra. The nine Chinese characters [that represent the Sanskrit title] are the Buddha bodies of the nine honored ones. This expresses the idea that the nine worlds are none other than the Buddha world.
“Myō stands for the Dharma nature, or enlightenment, while hō represents darkness, or ignorance. Together as myōhō, they express the idea that ignorance and the Dharma nature are a single entity, or one in essence. Renge stands for the two elements of cause and effect. Cause and effect are also a single entity.
“Kyō represents the words and voices of all living beings. A commentary says, ‘The voice carries out the work of the Buddha, and it is called kyō.’ Kyō may also be defined as that which is constant and unchanging in the three existences of past, present, and future. The Dharma realm is myōhō, the wonderful Law; the Dharma realm is renge, the lotus blossom; the Dharma realm is kyō, the sutra.”
much love,
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18 min
June 06, 2022 Forgiveness: Toward a World Without Blame
Forgiveness is a tricky subject. When we truly begin to grasp what it means to live in a world without blame, a world in which every conflict is a lesson and every enemy a teacher, the blessing of this acceptance lives in the reclamation of our own capacity to choose. We become the victim no more.
We may have everything material taken away from us, but no one can claim the inner choices of our soul, as was so clearly expressed in Viktor Frankl's brilliant book, Man’s Search for Meaning. As we apply these principles we may find that within our own personal relationships, apology is no longer necessary in the same way. We become willing to witness both our own actions and the actions of our loved ones as simply expressions which arise from who we are and where we are in each moment. Even in situations of grave harm and loss it is possible to walk within this framework. to recognize that Justice is a much more complex and holy process than vengeance.
Alongside this principle exists a profound understanding which is that we set ourselves and others free by releasing our attachment to suffering through an intentional forgiveness practice. This can be deeply effective even if we are not aware of consciously sitting in a place of blame. What forgiveness achieves is acknowledgement of both the pain of the one who has been harmed and the one who caused the harm. From this view we can abstain from the use of words like victim and persecutor and yet still recognize the mutual dance of shame and heartbreak which has been such a powerful part of our human journey. In this process we allow what is hidden in our unconscious to feel safe enough to rise up and be acknowledged, beyond cycles of defence and counter-attack. The elimination of denied resentment and powerlessness is critical to the creation of a world without blame. We must be willing to tell the truth before we can all be set free.
Most of us are aware of the ancient Hawaiian tradition of Ho'oponopono. this practice is rooted in an understanding of Oneness. It calls us to claim the courage of acknowledging any and all karmic hurt we have generated as a powerful practice of humility and willingness. It is astonishing how the act of intentionally expressing forgiveness to others grants us permission to acknowledge and identify our own buried pain. Something magical takes place when we surrender our defences. Just as it is possible to become entrenched in the rage of the victim, a very pure liberation may be found when we set ourselves free of any hurt we may have experienced as well as any hurt we may have committed.
Today's exercise is an invitation to explore Ho’oponopono. Please begin in meditation and call forth any tangible memories of suppression, or persecution or victimization. Hold this awareness as you listen to and speak the magic of Ho'oponopono. Observe how old memories of shame become pure in the presence of unconditional acceptance. Recognize that as this acceptance comes alive within you, you reflect the purity of the unconditional love of the Creator. This Is the love we seek, and yet it is the very same love which can never be lost. This is the truth which lives within every soul.
I will begin by sharing a few stanzas from a transmission entitled Father Forgive Them. I will then read for you the full traditional form of the Ho'oponopono. You may listen to this on repeat for an increasingly powerful experience or you may choose to speak it aloud. May the inherent forgiveness of absolute and unconditional love lead us together toward a World Without Blame.
Father forgive them
for they know not what they do
Mother forgive me
for I did not know
that I was you
My own heart
forgive me
for the wrongs I feared
were my fault
Let the yes
the Yes
be spoken again
this time in freedom
this time the lesson learned
All humility
brings me to my knees
all wonder
lies waiting there
for the attack is over
forgiveness come and gone
not needed anymore
The war
is done.
When I say Peace
my brothers
When I say peace
my mother
my daughter
my life
I say peace
in fact was always the answer
but we didn't know
we didn't know
what we were not yet ready
to learn
But the day is coming
when we will rise high
once again
though it will not be
what you think it will be
because it will begin from within you
inner galaxies emerging
from a place
you have never before been..
*Note: The Ho’oponopono prayer is accompanied by my received chant, Peace. The chant itself holds an additionally activating frequency. The prayer is repeated three times.
“Divine Creator, Father, Mother, Son, all in One. If I, my family, my relatives and ancestors, offend your family, relatives and ancestors, in thoughts, words, facts, and actions, from the beginning of our creation to the present moment, we ask for your forgiveness. Let it cleanse, purify, release and cut all negative memories, blockages, energies and vibrations. Transmute these undesirable energies into pure light, and so it is.
To clear my subconscious of all the emotional charge stored in it, I say over and over again during my day, the keywords of ho’oponopono: I’m sorry, forgive me, I love you, I’m grateful. I declare myself at peace with all the people of the earth with whom I have outstanding debts. For this moment and in all time, for everything that I do not like in my present life: I am sorry, forgive me, I love you, I am grateful. I release all those from whom I believe I am receiving harm and ill treatment because they are my teachers: I’m sorry, forgive me, I love you, I’m grateful.
Although it is difficult for me to forgive someone, I am the one who asks for the forgiveness of that someone now. For this instant, and at all times, for everything I do not like in my present life: I’m so sorry, forgive me, I love you, I’m grateful. For this sacred place that I inhabit day by day, with which I do not feel comfortable: I am sorry, forgive me, I love you, I am grateful. For the difficult relationships of which I only kept bad memories: I’m sorry, forgive me, I love you, I’m grateful.
For everything that I do not like in my present life, in my past life, in my work and what is around me, Divinity cleans in me what is contributing to my scarcity: I’m sorry, forgive me, I love you, I am grateful.
If my physical body experiences anxiety, worry, guilt, fear, sadness, pain, I speak and think, “My memories, I love you. I am grateful for the opportunity to release you, and me.” I’m sorry, forgive me, I love you, I’m grateful. Right now, I affirm that I love you. I think of my emotional health and that of all my loved ones. I love you for my needs and to learn to wait without anxiety, without fear, I recognize my memories here at this moment: I am sorry, forgive me, I love you, I am grateful.
My contribution to the healing of beloved Mother Earth, who I am: if I, my family, my relatives and ancestors mistreat you with thoughts, words, facts and actions, from the beginning of our creation to the present moment, I ask your forgiveness. Let it cleanse and purify, release and cut all negative memories, blockages, energies and vibrations. Transmute these undesirable energies into pure light and so it is.
To conclude, I say that this prayer is my door, my contribution to your emotional health, which is the same as mine. So, be well, and as you heal, I say that: I’m sorry for the painful memories I share with you. I ask for forgiveness for uniting my path to yours for healing. I thank you for being here in me. I love you for being who you are. ”
I would love to hear your experience with this exercise.
Just a reminder that within your soul you are eternally pure and beautiful. You are a child of God, Goddess, Spirit, Source and Creator. You are, in your essence, perfect and free.
much love,
Adi

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27 min
May 26, 2022 Messages of Control
Dear Reader;
Welcome to a series of writings on Healing the Primary Sexual Wound.
Part Two Exercise: On our place in the collective sexual shadow
If we understand that our soul’s journey is undertaken by choice, If we accept that the ultimate purpose of our life challenges is to generate an initiation into consciousness; then if we take the time to examine experiences of contraction in our lives, we will be led directly toward opportunities for expansion, already primed and waiting for our courageous exploration.
In this exercise you are asked to sit quietly and centre yourself. Let all the thoughts and distractions of the day fall away and open the blank screen of your mind's eye.
As you sit watching the screen, please invite yourself to feel small and young. You are a child or perhaps an adolescent, and you are experiencing a deep desire. It can be a physical desire, a sexual desire, a longing for a special gift, for love, for touch, ownership or expression. It can be a powerful hunger, or a small, wishful voice, so long as you can identify it as desire that is meaningful and holds the promise of pleasure for you.
Before you pay attention to outcome, please notice simply how desire feels, in your body, in your heart, in your being. Does it feel good to want something? Does it feel possible? Does desire feel inspiring, is there a power within desire that moves you to speak, to act, to follow through? Or does desire feel dangerous, limited, shameful? Is desire your secret, or something you share? Do you have a sense that you know what to do with this desire? Is it a familiar or isolated feeling?
Now that you have connected with a memory of what it feels like to desire, let that memory play out like a movie in your mind’s eye. What happens next?
Are you able to voice your desire, and are you heard? Did you act upon your desire, and how were you received? Did you fulfil your desire, or was permission denied? Let all the players enter the scene. Let yourself feel everything you felt in that moment. What was it like to have your wishes come true, or to have them taken from you? Who played a part in this, and what was their energy or presence like? Were you excited and joyful, or disappointed and afraid?
If your desire was fulfilled, what happened next? If your desire was denied, what did you do? Let yourself feel it all.
Now please repeat this exercise at least three times, for three different experiences of desire. Each time begin by letting yourself remember what it felt like to have pure desire in your body and your psyche. Each time follow through with your emotional body, and how it felt to achieve or lose the fulfilment of your desires.
Now notice any patterns which have arisen. Were you a child or youth who could easily identify and express what you want? What were the most powerful kinds of desires you can remember? Did you allow easily or was each time an effort to dig through shame and shyness? What is the patterning of how your desire was received by others? Were you heard and welcomed or did you repeatedly experience being shut down, by others or by your own fear?
Notice who was present in the theatre of these memories. If it was a parent, sibling or friend, can you recall the way that this individual would commonly express and respond to their own desires? How did their responses impact you? What did they teach you about yourself? Were you strong enough to hold your own, or were you submissive to the wishes of others?
Where is shame present in these memories? Did you stop yourself, or were you stopped and shamed by others? Were you pure of heart and believing in your right to desire until someone judged or harmed you? Can you let yourself be aware of how you experienced your own power of choice or your own passivity?
For each experience, what was the measure of your success in fulfilling your desire? Please give each experience a rating between 1 and 10, 10 being the complete fulfilment and/or acknowledgement of your desire, and 1 being complete shut down of your needs and wishes.
What was the climate around you during these experiences? What were the customs, the habits of your family, your culture, your community? Were you ever publicly shamed? Did parents, elders or authority figures ever use shame as a way to control your behaviour?
Did you have any role models of individuals who recognized their own preferences and made choices rooted in their own desires? Who were these role models, and how did they live their lives? If there was no one, and you grew up surrounded by control and suppression, is that feeling of entrapment and denial still familiar to you? Are you still living with a need for approval, for a permission that lives outside of yourself? What would have happened to you as a child if you had dared to take permission, to follow your desires anyway? What would happen to you as an adult, if you were to follow your desires this very day?
Now, for each experience you have noted, allow yourself to re-enter the memory of the original moment. If your permission score was only 3, visualize pushing up the needle of that score. What would it feel like inside your heart, if it became a 5. And then 7. What would it feel like to push the needle to 10? Give yourself full permission to rewrite the entire scene. To rectify, and fulfil whatever had been missing. If a parent began with no, they now say yes. If you were shamed and judged, you are now heard and loved. If you stopped yourself, you now say yes to yourself. What does it feel like to play with this permission? Can you do it? Can you confront any fear and shame which arises and say yes anyway? Can you allow yourself to want something, and let it come true?
Notice any resistance. Watch it, but don’t respond to its claim on you. Let it be witnessed in a dispassionate way. Love yourself in it. Love the resistance itself. Remind yourself that this is the catalyst to your permission. Without resistance, there would be no permission. The hand must pull back the bow so that the arrow, in its time, can fly free.
In closing, for each memory of desire, anchor a healing, positive outcome. Give yourself an image, a word, by which to anchor what it feels like to say yes, where once you were told no. You have full permission to rewrite these memories, to create a new ending to each story. Play with this sensation and give to yourself now what may have been missing for a long time.
The truth is, you are all grown up. Your permissions are now utterly your own. There is no one, and nothing in your way. You are more free than you have ever been in your life. Every challenging memory has come only to serve you, to take you to this new place. If it is not easy to rewrite a memory, take your time. Stay honest within yourself. Keep feeling for choices, for possibilities. You deserve the time to practice being larger in life, being free for the first time. You are developing new muscles. Tell yourself the truth, but don’t give up. The visions you allow fuel the reality you create.
If necessary, repeat and repeat the anchoring words and images. Take back what was meant to be yours. Discover how strong you are meant to be. Notice how freely your love begins to flow to others, when you allow it to first flow freely to you. It’s the beginning of a new day.
I would love to hear how you experience this exercise. Please share in the comments.
Much love,
Adi

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15 min
May 25, 2022 Coming Home to the Garden
Dear Reader;
Please join me in exploring the context of the primary sexual wound.
One could arguably say that humankind's central question concerns the nature of suffering: what is its meaning, why does it exist, and what is to be done?
But if this is question number one, question number two surely invites us to understand the purpose and meaning of the shame and harm we hold around sexuality. Whether it is being cast out from the garden in the Judeo-Christian tradition, the history of sexual crimes committed by celibate priests, the swaths of fabrics used to conceal the feminine in Islamic traditions, or the brutal circumcision of children in tribal traditions, what is this power which drives humans to war, to rape, to abuse, and yet also holds the potential for profound intimacy.
What is its highest form, and what is its shadow?
“When we have lived in the dark
for so long
the first shafts of light
hurt our eyes
and this is so
with the body
and the spirit
as they heal
If we expect this phenomenon
then we will not be confused
when it comes
And if we have known such dark
for so many years
we may not even know
that light exists
beyond a faint glow
we may not even have dreamt yet
of the brilliance
that awaits
And so
the one who hides
her sexual power away
may not have any idea
of who she has yet
to become
And the one who seems confident
in what he believes
is his sexual prowess
may not have any idea
of the depth
that is lacking
from his wisdom
and his experience
of sexual love
Both of these two
are the product
of shame
sexual shame
emotional shame
spiritual shame
the voice that says
hide the truth
of who you are
so you will not
be hurt..”
~ Freeing the Sexual Self
We live in a dualistic realm. Most religious traditions attempt to address this, often cultivating a belief that duality is a curse of some kind, a symptom of unconscious and overriding ego, darkness or even evil. Yet whenever we live from a view marked by experiences of victimization and meaninglessness, we suppose a chaotic universe. Whenever we pit ourselves against an opposing force, rather than surrendering to integration of the whole, we throw away our power. We give it directly to our perceived enemies.
So if we are not victims, how do we understand the trauma and shaming so endemic to sexual experience on a global level?
Sexual wounding is not only prevalent, but I suggest that it is universal. There is no one who has escaped. Some may believe they are free spirits and therefore untarnished, or some may say that sexuality is not that important to them, and so they feel they are beyond its influence. Some may even feel they are masters, delving deeply into esoteric approaches and tantric studies, determined to rise beyond old voices of judgement and control. But if we stand in a place of acceptance that the challenges of our lives are intentionally valuable as catalysts to our expansion, how does this shed light on sexual trauma and shame? If the purpose of shadow is to reveal where we have blocked the light, what does sexual suppression tell us about the journey of the collective Soul?
If we consider that the further we pull back and create tension with the bow, the further the arrow will fly, then we begin to understand the purpose of our darkest shadows. I read recently that scientists attempted to grow trees under a dome, but the trees did not thrive due to the absence of wind. The stress of developing against a contrasting force is what generates strength. Without the wind, the trees had no way to outgrow the weakness of their protection.
We can find this dynamic everywhere we look in the natural world; it is the central principle found within the true karmic nature of being. And the closer we come to the light, the more powerfully dark is the oppositional energy required. We only truly see the beauty of the candle’s light in a darkened room.
If our overarching journey is a stepping away from oneness with the Creator so that we may one day know a glorious return, then is it possible that the taste of divine bliss we come to know through our sexual natures, is the memory of our own union with Source? In its most whole and rich form, sexual expression expands far beyond genitally-based pleasure. When this energy becomes fully alive, we are transported across dimensions, in an encompassing remembering of absolute beauty and love. Complete sexual surrender is much more than pleasure, it is encompassing ecstasy. It may be that not everyone has touched this experience yet, but knowing it is the vastness which awaits, tells us a great deal about the impulse toward reunion in our lives.
This is the Divine itself, Spirit expressed in the physical. It is a means through which human beings may expand their consciousness beyond separation, beyond material limitation. It is a gift given to every child from the moment of incarnation.
And so, what more perfect way to catalyze our coming home to God/Goddess, than to dare to confront the darkest regions of our sexual shadow. The most potent joy provides the most acute source of polarized contrast. Where we are most vulnerable, we are poised to gain the most strength. Where our desire is the most vivid, we are subject to the greatest lessons in the illusions of loss.
And what do we find at the heart of this shadow? Where ecstatic union brings us closer to Spirit, the legacy of sexual patterning fills us with loathing and shame. Where life force energy reminds us we are creators, sexual wounding makes us helpless, damaged victims. Where sacred sexual expression teaches us permission to invite profound power and joy into our being, sexual oppression denies us permission in every creative and sensual arena of our lives.
If grief is love expressing through loss, then shame is divine presence expressing through the denial of holy desire, and numbness is the language of unhealed pain. So long as we are called to remember an experience of Heaven, we are asked to reckon with the gates of Hell.
Is it possible that our remembering of the enduring purity of union holds an answer to human suffering? How could it not be so, given that each soul incarnates in order to grow through contrast and challenge into one who is ready to return to the garden. Why do leaders go to war? To proclaim an identity through dominance and ownership. Why do they seek this? Because they have disconnected from their own remembering of union with love and bliss.
Why do men suppress women? Fear of feminine sexual and creative power triggers the need to feel in control. Why do races and cultures oppress one another? Belief in the identity of separation, rather than expanding into the joy of one Source, one soul. Why do humans harm their Great Mother? Blindness to the life force of all living beings. Why does our species suffer so greatly? We turned away from our birthright of joy, so that through our karmic, hero’s journey, we might someday return to Oneness with all Creation.
If duality is the theatre of the illusion of separation, then the shaming of our creative force is the theatre of the illusion of powerlessness. And we all know there is nothing so dangerous and cruel as a shamed and powerless heart.
If separation is indeed an illusion, then whether we know it or not, like it or not, we are all intimately entwined with one another, and that which I cleanse and transform in my own energy field, I do not do so just for myself but for you, and you, and you. As I expand into loving consciousness, so does every being who meets me on the same level of frequency. As I rise so do you. As you release into ecstasy, so do all the interconnected souls whom you love. Not only is this a path of transformation for all humankind, there is no liberation without it.
Every man carries the cellular memories of the fathers who beat their sons if they showed tenderness or vulnerability or fear. Every woman carries the karmic memory of the suppression of her beauty and the rape of her innocence. And thus, every man or woman walks with the power within to cleanse, heal and reclaim. Every one of us has the capacity to drink in the lessons of our return to the garden. To find our way home to wholeness.
Neda Agha-Soltan was a young Iranian woman shot by a sniper during protest marches in 2009. Her story is remarkable in so many ways, but most notably, on the day she would later be shot and killed, she was approached by the Gasht-e Ershad, the morality police of Iran. These women spoke to her, one of them saying, “please don’t come out looking so beautiful, because the Basij (the militia) target beautiful girls and they will shoot you. I am also a psychologist, and I know the danger of beauty to these men.” For Neda, a documentary based on interviews with her family, speaks to this at 42:30.
Neda’s story says it all, revealing the root of the fear which has driven our species, laid bare for all to see in this fundamentalist murder. At the same time, her place in our collective experience reveals the power of life force beauty, waiting to be reclaimed. Study the story of Neda, and you will find the root of our primary, sexual wound.
Our sexual, sensual, creative and vital presence takes shape in countless forms, all of which are born out of a childhood grace. Imagine if every soul acknowledged the profound value of this deep truth telling, and together we were to create a world where children are safe in their purity, adolescents are free to claim their beauty, and adults fill their lives with the joy of connection, creation and reunion. Imagine if we all took this seriously, and reclaimed our own powerful life force. Imagine our collective recreation of the garden, never to be lost again.
much love,
Adi
Resources:
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16 min
May 19, 2022 Empty the Room
Dear Reader;
Most of us spend our days moving from one unconscious response to another. At the root of this programming we may find layers of denial, by self and others, and on top lie layers of protection, coping techniques which may have been useful at one time but now serve to keep us stuck, limited and unhappy or numb. These protections may be aggressive or defensive in their nature, and they leave a trail of clutter in our lives. Instead of free, creative flow, we live a series of habits, should’s and if only’s. Just as hoarders collect material possessions which are unnecessary and do not serve them, we hoard our protections and it may seem impossible to give them up. Each time we dare to turn our attention to the emotional clutter of our lives, we end up more overwhelmed and return to our old ways. We prefer the familiarity of the weight of our shadow beliefs than the risk of letting go.
A technique that can work very well for attachment to material clutter can also be applied to our psychic clutter. I call it, Empty the Room.
When we start to Spring clean, many of us will have ambitions and manage to sort out a cupboard here or a drawer there, but most of our space remains the way it was all winter, each lamp and chotchke in its familiar place gathering dust. A move to a new home can offer a breakthrough if we can be conscious about what we bring with us. One way of doing this is to start with an empty room. Instead of sitting with all our possessions and deciding what we need to let go, we start with nothing. We clear the room.
We start with absolute zero, and then, one item at a time, bring our treasure into the space. Each time we do so, we stop and observe how we feel with this item in place. Does the room feel better now? Do we prefer the feel of this object instead of the clear space that once was there? In this way we learn to value the room without habitual clutter, which gives us a whole new perspective on what is truly beautiful and meaningful. We give ourselves permission to stop, to say enough, at any time.
Our lives are like a cluttered room. They are overflowing with unconscious habits and relationships as well as things. But in a space of an empty mind, we can apply this principle to all the areas of our lives. To visualize letting go of everything and everyone. To imagine beginning completely anew, and from this emptiness, an amnesia almost, to choose again what is truly valuable. This can remind us that we actually have choice, and that it is up to us how we spend our days, what we consume, with whom we spend our time and to what we give our attention. It’s up to us if we fill our lives with obligations, or if we allow enough emptiness to invite in surrender, delight and sensual pleasures. We have no one else to blame.
Please set aside a minimum of thirty minutes for this exercise. Turn everything off, light a candle, smudge if you choose, and pick up your pen and journal. Get comfortable and bring yourself into a meditative space. Now begin to consider what it would feel like to empty out every area of your life.
You do not need to share any details of this process with anyone else, unless you choose to. So let yourself go all the way. Imagine that everything, every habitual way you define yourself, has been removed. The room of your life is empty. You are ready to start from scratch.
You can make your own list of sub-headings, but here are some ideas:
Material possessions
Relationships
Work
Home
Body
Hobbies
Play
Sensuality
Sexuality
As you focus on each area, see yourself in a completely empty space in regard to the topic. For material things, imagine a flood has come and washed away everything you own. For relationships, imagine you are on an island and every lover or family member has gone. For work, your job has ended forever and you have nothing to do each day. For your body, all your self-care (or lack of self-care) habits are taken away. No gym, no yoga mat, no supplements, no diets, no marathons. For hobbies and play, any of the groups, clubs, teams in which you participate, all these have ended. No more knitting needles, Netflix, golf or video games. All the ways in which you usually distract and entertain yourself are gone. You don’t even own a device or a phone. You now have all the time in the world.
Regarding sensuality and sexuality, you are now a virgin again. There is no lover in your life, no porn, no vibrators, fantasies or dreams. You don’t owe anyone a massage, you have no responsibility to bring someone to orgasm, or to have one yourself. You don’t have to wear high heels or cologne. You don’t even have to have a sexual preference or identity. You are just you. Pure, clear, new and empty. Your slate is completely clean and you are poised to explore, become, or taste anything you wish. You are also free to rest. To be in the space of nothingness and come to know what it is like to have no demands and make no requests. Who is the awake, sensual being who lives there?
In each of these arenas, or any others you choose, notice how you feel in the emptiness, and pay special attention to the fear that rises at the idea of letting go. You may unearth a full fledged panic, a sense of abandonment or terror. If so, move toward this feeling and ask it to speak to you. Have a conversation with your fear, and take your time before moving to the next step of the exercise.
Once you find you have achieved a relatively stable sense of spaciousness and emptiness, look around your empty room and notice one of the items, people, experiences you recognize and make a decision about whether you want to bring them back into the room to join you. Choose only one at a time. If the feeling is yes, I want them with me, then bring them into your psychic space and let them be for a moment before you add anything else.
Is this enough? How much space does this being or thing take up for you? How much do you want to give them? How has the frequency of your space changed by bringing this habit or item into your field? Take as much time as you need with each person or activity. Witness it patiently and without guilt or a sense of responsibility. This is your world, your life. This is your moment to explore what it means to be completely intentional. To have permission to choose yes, or to say no.
For the purposes of this exercise, keep things simple. The key is to pay attention to your own heart, and how it feels to give a piece of your life to one person, place or thing at a time. Let yourself play with the idea that the overwhelm, demands and insecurities of your protections are actually chosen by you, and that you in fact have the permission to say no at any time. To walk away. To change your mind. To take a break. To set yourself free.
Notice the voices which may arise, chastising, denouncing your desire to choose consciously and intentionally. They may condemn you in any manner of ways. If such voices arise for you, listen very closely and see if they may remind you of a voice, a parent, teacher, priest or friend. Ask the voices outright who they are. Ask them why they want to control you. Tell them you love them, but you have made a decision today to listen to your own heart first. Tell them they will be okay without you, and open the door to allow them to leave.
Notice also the quality of real joy and delight that you feel when intentionally choosing a special relationship, an object or way of living in your home, a means of work or play. See that when you begin from a place of virginal innocence, you may discover a pure sensual desire that has gone missing for a long time. Notice how being present in simple consciousness brings to life what is truly meaningful to you, and allows it to finally take up the space it deserves in your world.
There are no rights or wrongs for this exercise. You can keep it very simple and quick, or take your time and explore one life arena at a time and go more deeply. When you are given insights about what you now know you want to keep in your life, write them down. If you are given awareness of what you now know you wish to let go of in your life, write them down. If your emotions are high and you need to write about your fear of loss, your grief, your sense of undeserving, this is excellent, but choose a different page. Keep your list of life choice simple and concise. Go back to this list every day for a week and notice if your list matches your daily life. If not, sit gently in another meditation and ask yourself why.
Earthly life is not easy. While there is great beauty on this plane, there is also great suffering, and to this no one is immune. But there is purpose to these challenges, and one part of this purpose is to learn that we are creators, and “for whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he reap.” Remove the judgement from this bible verse, and you will find a great truth remains.
We live at a time of dimensional awakening, a new recognition that we are designers of our world, just the way we might choose what furnishings to put in a room. Our journey toward this awareness rests firmly upon our ability to release our old compulsions of denial and shame, to see truly what is pure and joyful to our hearts. This in turn will awaken our life force energy, inviting it to come flowing back into the room of our personal power, as we peel away layers of assumption and control. And as we are reborn in our own life force, so are we truly lit up from within, in readiness to serve without compulsion or attachment. To bring joy, through awakening joy, through remembering the joy of our birthright, as a child of Source, Spirit, God, Goddess and Creator.
This is the great remembering of our lives.
I would love to hear how you experience this exercise. Please share in the comments.
Much love,
Adi

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