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Temples of ancient futures

new moon, another opportunity, to put ear to the dirt, listen to the womb of the earth. to look up at the dark night sky, in the mandala of stars, channel the stories of Uranus and Jupiter, from the emptiness of the galactic center. naked bodies writhing round the fire, purified by the cold pacific ocean, tempered by the chill wind, carrying magnetism of grainy sand dross of conditioning, burnt away, hermaphrodite winged dragons finding…

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The eternal, unchanging, ever-changing carnival of now

  the light of  moon, is a reflection of the sun, but we are blind , to the dark side of the moon, like we are blind to our shadow.   a field of love, reveals everything that is not love, light, dark, and shadow, dark divinity penetrates shadow, revealing a fleeting glimpse of feeling soul   you long to coax other parts of your soul, that have fled from the experiences of being human,…

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The paradox of choice and control

a delicious paradox of life, is that you have complete choice, and also, no choice at all.   when you let go of control, and can be trusted, to choose what is chosen for you, you connect free will with divine will.   control is a poor substitute for awareness and presence, when you surrender to the ever present field of love, you choose to be chosen, you become a player in the source code of civilization.…

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of her-story and his-story: storytelling for soulcraft

before vibration was turned into the written word, interpreted scrupulously by the lower mind, her-story before history, storytelling was soulcraft, a shamanic superpower.   In collective consciousness resistance towards self, patterns of energy developed when we could not hold presence for self, express as fickle stories we tell others about self, resistance towards our deep longing to cross into the mysteries of nature and archetypal reality.   being free requires the tender fierceness of discipline, to cut…

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Tenderly, fiercely – beneath the veil of the goddess

in Celtic mythology, the warrior did not have to go out on horseback, sword in hand, seeking the holy grail.   The goddess stood with the warrior, tenderly, fiercely, typical Celtic paradox, collapsing opposing poles – object and subject, seer and seen, to discover the goddess within.   we have this misplaced idea in collective consciousness, that tenderness and fierceness are mutually exclusive, we project this idea onto the realm of mythology, creating myth of the…

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Revealing magical reality – white magic

we are the cells, that have the privilege, to strip away layers, to re-member ourselves as love.   magic, is the capacity, to extend awareness through soul, in any realm.   shifting perspective, to soul not by bypassing the body, by going through our body, suddenly changes perspective of our personal self.   the rising and falling of fire, burns the dross between chakras, dropping the veils between worlds, revealing magical reality – white magic…

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The only way out is through

  ruin yourself, allow yourself, to fall giddily in love, with this world.   most people on this planet, barely inhabit their own, fleeting lives.   passion in service of love, is the difference between, flirting with freedom, and being free.   – Binoy Artist –  @aneta_ivanova    

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Navigating the relating-ship

finding freedom in commitment, and committing to freedom, loving, receiving love, being truth, surrendering to truth inviting tenderness, celebrating fierceness. consciously projecting shadows, inviting darkness to shine in the light. seeking deeper layers of wholeness within, being reflected whole. going through transactional relating, to simply loving. – Binoy

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About Intimacy

loving without object, is revolution. relating non-transactionally, is rebellion. forgiving myself, reveals miracles. owning how I feel, is anarchy. allowing in-to-me-see is erotic. lightning in darkness, is electric. being tender with my darkness, is intimate. -Binoy Artist – @alphachanneling                  

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Re-membering Venus

In the darkness of the clouds, reflecting the light of the sun, shone the light of the moon. She pleaded, to look, in the dark dens, where I gambled Venus away. Mercury spoke first, and Mars roared, then the cosmic lightning, and the rays of sun poured forth. Awareness folded on itself, Presence held, the gaping wound appeared, tears flowed out. crawled into the darkness, surrendered to the chaos, the lightning, burnt to the bones.…

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