Trusting your process; Living and loving your OWN path in life.
First let me share a poem I wrote 2yrs ago now...
The Voice of Silence
You can scream all you want
You can shout in my ear,
But until I kick open the door to my own Soul-
I will not hear
You can prop me up, give a hand
Nail me to a cross
But until confidence is restored-
I will not stand
Pry back the Veils, dispel mystery
Show me deception
But until I embrace perception-
I will not see
Abandon me, turn the other cheek
But until I raise a helping hand
To the benefit of my fellow man-
I will not speak
Break me down, build me higher
But until I starve it out, from my own heart rip it out-
I will not conquer desire
Hang me a lantern; pull the book from the shelf
But until I pull back in
And learn to take it on the chin
I will not know- myself
Sing me sweet songs
Drown me in love
But until I give in
And heed my Silent Voice
I will not know-
Choice.
By Mlarson 2009
Summer is winding down, don’t give me grief…it is, lets just cope ok?!
And with harvest time comes a bit of reflection on where things are coming from and where they might be headed.
My on line Tree of Life test group is winding down in anticipation for my launch on Our Psychic Art. This winter we will be offering a workshop for working with the ancient Mandela, The Tree of Life; A living oracle for personal growth.
I am looking forward to working with others to help them integrate the Tree into their inner landscape helping provide them with the strength and will to follow their hearts and their own Inner Voice of truth, the voice of their spirit.
Following and listening to your heart, is truly what the entire course centers around, we are all born with the knowledge to pursue our dreams passion our purpose in this life, sometimes we need a hand rediscovering what we already know.
My greatest joy in facilitating the learning experience is watching how the Tree comes to express itself through you.
I encourage a lot of trial and error in the workshop, as well as creative expression with each of the 11 Archetypes we cover. One of my students is an exceptional healer and artist, and each of the Archetypes inspired a painting in her, and each one made my heart sing. To see the similarities and the differences in her journey with the tree, to listen to how its impact has affected her life, and her path. I cannot wait to see what more can come!!
My Uncle Robert a talented artist and gifted Intuitive, had helped me create a set of cards to include with the PDF for the workshop, but I wanted something other than cards.
All I knew was, I wanted something smooth and stone like to work with at this time, more abstract in its representation of the Tree and its wisdom. Lucky stones from Gimili Beach did the trick, and allowed for the set to be strung on a wire.
They fit in my pocket, are simple and the lack of embellishment except for the associated color for the archetype, allows me to use them whenever I please, they look like a bracelet. I find it very soothing to feel their smooth cool surfaces in my hands, and the clicking very relaxing.
Creating your own tool for Oracling has to be one of my favorite parts of the process, and I suppose the most challenging for myself and my students/ fellow learners :)
When I was about 17 my brother sister and I were up at our family’s cabin in Gimili Manitoba, when I decided I wanted to create a set of the Norse Runes in a piece of drift wood. I had a Ralph Blume deck of Rune Cards, but felt really strongly I wanted to make my own.
I wanted to see if I could and if it would work, such was my understanding of the intuitive process at the time. I had even made a Ouija board once on loose-leaf and using a pencil sharpener as the plate. I found making an oracle didn’t take away from the mystery of using or working with it.
A bit of my own blood and bitching and time and I had my own set of Runes, made by me in my favorite place, they had tones of mystery in them already and they hadn’t even been used, even the blue obvious Pen ink runic lettering didn’t ruin it for me. I love those Runes and still have them, and very much still feel the energetic connection to my creation, the depth that they hold from my use with them over time.
Creating such a tool is the highlight of my workshop if you ask me. It took a couple of tries, but eventually I created a set of 11 stones to represent the Archetypes.
The ego can really hamper creative exercise, and I am not exempt from the struggle, so if you do go about making your own, leave your Ego at the door and save your self a truck load of hassel.
Now that they are made, I definitely am enjoying working with them. They are handy unobstusive and can go in my purse. So when I am at the park with the kids and am inner screaming… “serenity now!” I can work with a tool that immediately overrides my emotions and takes me right to my souls door. To cross the threshold and work with the opportunities there in, I must only relinquish my wants needs and desires.
Which is helpful these days! My husband and children are my greatest allies and teachers!!! I learn the most important lessons on the home front! An underestimated playing field I think, which is ridiculous as most of our lives are played out there. The home is where we feel safe enough to learn the hardest lessons in our lives.
The Alchemy of the every day, a path to enlightenment to be sure. Seeing the divine right in front of you. NOW.
There is plenty, when you know what you are looking for.
For example, I am many things, Lutheran, witch, wiccan, lighworker, etc…but I honestly never really gave much thought to the “god” topic with my eldest. She is 4 going on 5 or 40…it depends..and I figured we had some time.
I figured wrong, and to be honest brought it on myself…by finaly resorting to the idea of a higher power dwelling within her. She is learning to pass the buck with regards to accepting responsibility for her choices…and I felt it was important also that we deal with her inner self checking mechanism. Experience is key to learning in life, but not all learning experiences leave you in one piece, not that a 4 year old dancing on the ledge of a wet bathtub cares ….
Once I introduced that God lives in all of us, and is spirit or energy, she asked if God was a women. I said yes, figuring that this was not a subject she was going to pursue, however when she later asked if a piece of art with a woman on it was god…well we needed to cover that a bit more.
So now she and I pray at bed time, for our loved ones, and folks she creates. We forgive each other, and try to remember that the voice of God isn’t a real voice, and NO god doesn’t think you need another Cookie…
Parenthood is often given a ‘blah’ wrap. Not a bad wrap, but somehow I find that a large part of the world view is that parenthood is kind of a bailout. That if all you are is a provider or parent, then somehow you aren’t any one…which is ridiculous, as EVERYTHING you learn about life and living happens in the home, heavenly, good, bad, ugly and horrifying happens at home. We are our worst at home. If you want to know what your boy/girlfriend might be like to live with, go to diner at the family home. We are 'who' we are the
most at home, whether or not we like that version of ourselvs.
We are the worst we can be at home, were the masks come off. You will learn a lot watching how siblings divvy up work and exist in the same space. As when you do live with some one, those old hard worn patterns of behavior you learned at home, will find their way to the surface in the one place you feel safest.
Today both my daughter and I are disappointed in ourselves, me for allowing a 4 yr old to bait me and letting myself react strongly and verbally in the store…she for not getting another cookie like she wanted. She did apologize for not listening, after a full throated screaming fit in line for groceries, hair pulling and boogers and tears, THE WORKS!!!
Honestly I am learning to ease up on myself; my inner critic is very highly developed and can be my worst enemy when I am frustrated. So I am unsure as to how to approach my lack of compassion for the lost treat, and my subsequent own acting out… Without a mental whipping that won’t help me change anything, and will only feed the pain body that rose up wildly at the store. ( Bain bodies are covered in Tolle’s A New Earth)
My mother never yelled or spanked, others did with us, but not mom…and therein lies my guilt, why can’t I just shut up? I kept asking myself that today, and my daughter, why can’t we both just shut up and stop thinking about what we are not getting, me missing my respect and her what she so desperately wanted? How come I couldn’t practice what I so often preach, take a deep breath, and let it go. Then act?
Why does my daughter, who is soo like me, bring the absolute WORST out in me? Why is it always an argument…
“Kiddo, I know that is what you want right now, but I need you to listen.”
“ Ok mom, but if you don’t give me another cookie then I am not going to listen.”
KABOOM!
Instead I should have just let her cry…that is natural and healing, screaming at her however is not, and hurts us both in ways I can’t even find the words for.
The sane thing, is to let her cry it out, I KNOW this, but when I am reactive completely seem to forget!
The worst thing about it all…every single thing I said to her, EVERY SINGLE THING, litteraly I am saying to myself right now…and as to who I should be listening to when I am about to misbehave? My higher Self…that is what this journey I am on is about, and she is my Master Teacher in getting me to hear this voice in me and listen to it. That is why I brought up GOD with my daughter...perhapes to remind myself to listen more.
I am incredibly greatfull for my children, any light workers out there that want to test their mettle,
HAVE KIDS!! Nothing will test your commitment to spiritual values like parenthood!!!
Every single thing you do, has an impact, YOU remember you were a kid once too. Your baggage with your parents will play out between you and your kids, there is no way around that, no matter how well intentioned you might be. Denial and avoidance of the harshness and frustration and pain that is a part of child rearing and self control, cannot be skipped or avoided. All of life is to be lived and learnt from.
So as much as I am still hating myself and trying not to spoil her from my own issues of guilt, I can’t and don’t want hide from the truth, what I want most of all, is to LEARN and not do it again and again and again….
ThankYOU for listening...
writing like this helps hammer home what it is I am trying to work out for myself, if it can help you in any way, I am greatfull.
For my daughter...
Children
Children change us
Mould us
Break us
Rearrange us
A Treasure carried
Revealed through blood sweat and tears
Married Soul to Soul
Despite our Fears
We hope to live long enough to know
That they are safe and wise in these crazy times.
All the I love you’s and crushing embraces
The Universal Child takes us through our paces,
With Dirty smiling faces.
A continuous cycle of Death and Rebirth
As above and so on earth.
I say Heaven is in your own back yard
Trust Me! Its out there scattered amidst the dolls and toy cars.
We never forget the day of their birth
We never forget the ones that left early
Their lessons being less earthly.
We never forget a smile or a tear
Children change us just by being here.
By Maja Larson November 2 /2009
One day at a time….take a deep breath…choose peace instead.
Love maja