Todo cambia… (version française)

La demi-lune croissante de la fin du mois d’août               fotolia_2314362_XS                                                                 Les feuilles commencent changer de                                  couleurs…   2017

Il a été tout un mois …

On dirait que l’humanité doit reconnaître et finalement comprendre ce qu’il faut faire avec ses impulsions les plus bas et leurs retombées. Comme nous sommes chacun des particules de l’organe qui est l’humanité dans le corps de l’être qui est Gaia, nous pouvons attendre à ce que les mêmes thèmes apparaissent dans nos propres corps et nos vies.

J’ai personnellement vécu une performance répétée – diluée un peu, merci – d’une expérience très difficile qui s’est passé il y a 25 ans. Je n’avais pas pressé tout le jus de la situation la première fois, alors je me suis retrouvé confronté à une autre femme qui avait étudié à mes côtés assez longtemps pour me considérer La Concurrence.

J’ai témoigné à ce processus de transférence des milliers de fois: il y a d’abord l’adoration et l’émulation, puis la défiance et éventuellement la compétition, avant que l’étudiant / la cliente ne parvienne à faire sa propre voie dans le monde. C’est émotionnellement logique, surtout inconscient, et une grande partie de l’étiquette et des légalités des codes de conduite professionnels ont été créés pour faire face aux conséquences de ces projections.

Le comportement « professionnel » exige que l’on bourre son cœur dans le coffre-fort du bureau sous clé, avec l’espoir que nous nous rappelons de le réparer lorsque le Travail se termine pour la journée.

Je n’ai jamais été fan de verrouiller mon cœur et, dans la plupart des cas, j’ai constaté avec reconnaissance qu’il était plus flexible et élastique que jamais imaginé. Mais cette fois-ci a frappé des tissus cicatrisés – des trucs anciens qui ont guéri ben dur – et avait du mal à s’étirer.

Mon esprit comprend où arriver – ou plutôt, je suppose que c’est mon Cœur Supérieur qui le sait. Je sais que la vérité de tous les êtres est Lumière, et que personne ne tente de nuire à un autre sans avoir été blessée d’abord. Je suis juste fatiguée maintenant de me mettre dans la ligne de feu de tant de personnes qui ont des vielles blessures avec leurs mères et ne choisissent pas de s’en rendre compte.

Alors … J’ai décidé de vivre cela comme un signe et une occasion de faire des changements dans ma vie et dans la direction de mon travail.

Je reconnais que beaucoup ont défini le travail que je fais par la qualité maternelle de mon touché. Certaines pensent encore que je fais du massage et le plus part considère ce que je fais comme un travail corporel. Un des résultats en est que les nombreuses heures que je passe par jour pour répondre à des courriels et à des questions téléphoniques, ou sur Skype ne sont pas considérées comme «travail » – c’est-à-dire que je ne suis pas payé, même si la plupart sont clairement des consultations …

Je jongle depuis des décennies entre La Ville et La Campagne, croyant que je devais voyager pour travailler en ville pour soutenir la Ferme, mais je me sentais souvent stressé de devoir trouver des gardiens fiables pour Heartroot.

Je me suis rarement senti capable de prendre le temps de cueillir et préparer les plantes médicinales et de me servir de l’abondance de la nourriture sauvage sur le terrain de Heartroot.

J’ai senti depuis des années qu’il y avait quelque chose qui descendait des éthers : une école … un ashram … un couvent!

Tout cela a tourbilloné et a pris la forme de ce qui sera en effet une école: une École pour Reprendre des Arts Féminines. Avant de vous étouffer ou de vous trébucher sur votre mâchoire, prenez un moment pour lire ce que j’ai attaché ci-dessous 😊

Je travaillerai principalement depuis Heartroot après cette année, en faisant des consultations par téléphone et sur Skype. Les gens qui veulent venir me voir là-bas sont également les bienvenus! Je vais toujours voyager partout où les gens me demandent d’aller pour enseigner, consulter, et faire des cérémonies pour la Terre. Si vous aimeriez que je travaille dans votre coin de la planète, laissez-moi savoir!

De plus en plus de personnes (de tous les genres, et des familles aussi) se prévalent des énergies de Heartroot pour des retraites personnelles de réflexion, pour travailler des projets spécifiques, ou pour la guérison personnelle. Je pense que cela se poursuivra et augmentera.

Vous remarquerez, au fur et à mesure que vous lisez le curriculum ci-joint, que c’est beaucoup plus de ce qu’une personne pourrait facilement faire. Je cherche des enseignantes qui aimeraient travailler chez Heartroot dans l’esprit d’une interdépendance de femmes – un nom collectif que je ressens reflète parfaitement l’état auquel nous évoluons dans la conscience …

Je me sens reconnaissante, et j’ai si hâte!

Bénit soit-on!

l’École pour Reprendre les Arts Féminines

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Todo cambia….

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Waxing half-moon                                                The end of August as the leaves begin to turn…  2017

It’s been quite the month or so…

It feels as if Humanity is having to acknowledge and finally figure out what to do with its basest urges and their fallout. As we each are particles of the organ that is Humanity in the body of the being that is Gaia, we can expect the same themes to arise in our own bodies and lives.

I personally have lived a repeat performance – diluted somewhat, thank heavens – of an excruciating experience from 25 years ago. I hadn’t squeezed all the juice out of the situation the first time ‘round, and so found myself confronted with another woman who had studied by my side long enough to consider me The Competition.

I’ve witnessed this transference process a gazillion times: first comes adoration and emulation, then challenge and eventually competition, before finally the student/client leaves to make her own way in the world. It’s emotionally logical, mostly unconscious, and much of the etiquette and legalities of professional codes of conduct have been created to deal with the consequences of these projections.

“Professional” behaviour requires one to stuff one’s heart in the office safe under lock and key, hopefully remembering to take it back out again when Work ends for the day.

I’ve never been a fan of locking up my heart, and on most occasions, have gratefully observed it being more flexible and elastic than ever imagined. But this time hit some scar tissue – some old stuff that had healed hard – and it hurt to stretch.

My mind understands where to get to – or rather, I guess it’s my Higher Heart that Knows. I Know that the truth of all beings is Light, and that no one tries to hurt another without first being hurt themselves. I’m just tired right now of putting myself in the line of fire of so many people who have mother issues and don’t choose to realise it.

So… I’ve decided to live this as a sign and an opportunity to make some changes in my life and the direction of my work.

I recognise that many have defined the work I do by the maternal quality of my touch. Some still think that I do massage, and most consider what I do as bodywork. One result of this is that the many hours I spend per day replying to emails and answering phone queries or speaking to people on Skype are not considered “work” – i.e. I am not paid for it although most of it is clearly consultory in nature…

I’ve been doing a juggling act for decades now between City Mouse and Country Mouse, believing that I needed to travel to work in the city to support the Farm, yet often feeling stressed about having to find reliable caretakers for Heartroot.

I’ve rarely felt able to take the time I would need to make the herbal medicines and properly use the abundance of wild foods from the Land.

I’ve felt for years now that there’s been Something coming down the tube in the way of a school…an ashram…a convent!

This has all swirled around and taken the form of what will indeed be a school: a School for the Reclaiming of the Womanly Arts. Before you choke or trip over your jaw, take a moment to read what I’ve attached below 😊

I will be working mostly from Heartroot after this year, doing Skype and phone consultations. People who want to come see me there are also most welcome to do so! I’ll still be travelling wherever people ask me to go –  to teach, to consult, and to do clearing and ceremony for the Earth. If you’d like me to go work in your corner of the planet, just let me know!

More and more people (all genders as well as families) are availing themselves of the energies of Heartroot to take personal retreats for reflection, for specific projects, or for personal healing. My feeling is that this will continue and increase.

You’ll notice, as you read the curriculum enclosed, that this is far more than one person could comfortably do. I’m looking for teachers who would like to work from Heartroot in the spirit of an interdependence of women – a collective noun that I feel perfectly reflects the state to which we are evolving in consciousness….

I feel grateful and so excited!

Blessèd Be!

SCHOOL for the RECLAIMING of the WOMANLY ARTS

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LE MAL DE MÈRE

Republié, avec amour…

Publié pour la première fois le 28 juillet 2012 sous le titre ‘The Return of the Mommy’ 

Ok, tout le monde… Il est temps de déposer les armes dissimulées; les arguments pointus, les regards appuyés, les attitudes de déni – oui, les livres de prière, notre copie trop usée de « la doctrine secrète » et les baguettes en cristal aussi… Et les crucifix et les malas, et tout l’attirail habituellement nécessaire pour vous protéger quand l’existence matérielle vous accule au pied du mur.

Débarrassons-nous de notre ton de voix haut perché d’apprenti sainteté, des sourires forcés, des prosternations et courbettes. Éteignez votre musique d’ambiance transe, enlevez vos bouchons et réduisez au silence ce CD d’Eckart Tolle. Éteignez l’encens, fermez le chakra coronal et venez donc vous asseoir près du feu. Il faut vraiment qu’on parle.

Parfois je me demande si je vais vivre assez longtemps pour voir les gens réaliser ce changement de paradigme – voir les gens vraiment saisir ce qu’est le Féminin Sacré.

Nous savons déjà qu’il faut protéger la terre – Facebook regorge de photos belles à en pleurer de ce joyau qu’est notre terre, suscitant notre amour de la nature, et d’images de dévastation de l’exploitation pétrolière, qui nous inspirent une honte et une rage perplexe (et éventuellement, je l’espère, des actions inspirées). L’aspect Terrestre du Féminin Sacré est facile à cerner par nos cœur et nos esprit, n’est-ce pas…?

Mais les principes et les idéaux pour lesquels nous nous battons – processus que nous appelons souvent notre mission de vie – sont nés des principes contraires à la programmation reçue durant notre enfance. Nous nous battons pour la justice lorsque nous avons subi l’injustice; nous dédions nos vies pour aider les enfants quand nous avons été profondément blessés dans l’enfance – nous résistons contre notre blessure intérieure, et cette opposition devient notre but principal. Le problème c’est que la programmation enregistrée dans notre psyché entre 0 et 5 ans devient le fondement de notre système de croyance. Les idéaux que nous adoptons comme fondement de notre existence sont en réalité en opposition avec ce que nous croyons réellement. Alors nous nous battons et résistons et nous sacrifions –  tous des mots d’opposition– mais en même temps nous sommes dans le déni de nos croyances véritables, sabotant nos propres combats. La personne qui fait des pieds et des mains pour prouver qu’elle n’est PAS stupide, insignifiante, vulnérable, impuissante, incapable de réaliser quoi que ce soit de substantiel, etc., porte réellement en elle, à un niveau cellulaire absolu, qu’elle est en fait toute ces choses. Si nous nous battons pour la justice, il est plus que probable que nous percevions le monde comme un endroit injuste…et c’est nos croyances profondes qui créent notre réalité, et non pas nos idéaux. Donc… nous aurons toujours un combat à mener…. À moins de reconnaître et de se libérer de notre programmation.

Nous avons appris au cours de ce millénaire que la vie dans un corps physique est un combat – nos corps sont des prisons que nous devons protéger, nourrir et habiller par un labeur constant. En plus, nous nous incarnons dans ce corps et la première chose que la majorité d’entre nous réalisent est que nous devons modeler notre attitude pour mériter l’amour des gens de qui notre survie dépend. Nous apprenons qu’afin de recevoir soins et amour (donc, par corollaire, pour survivre physiquement), nous devons en fait trahir notre âme – notre moi profond. La fracture corps/âme est mise en évidence et une antipathie envers le corps est crée. À ce moment, une relation amour-haine se développe avec la Mère – une relation qui teinte notre perception de la nourriture, de la Terre et de notre corps, spécialement s’il adonne qu’il soit féminin…

Ce que j’affirme ici, c’est que la majorité d’entre nous, particulièrement dans les communautés spirituelles, n’avons pas reconnu, et encore moins réalisé, l’intensité du dégoût/mépris, de la méfiance que nous éprouvons réellement envers les Autres aspects du Féminin Sacré – la maternité, nos corps, et la matérialité en général. Oui, nous trouvons les chatons attendrissants et les couchers de soleil magnifiques, mais ils ne pèsent pas suffisamment dans la balance pour compenser la dissonance du côté sombre de la physicalité – la vieillesse, la guerre, la pauvreté, la cruauté, les maladies… Nous nous centrons sur le mental et l’esprit, et toutes les méthodes possibles pour sortir du corps aussi vite que possible.

« Dieu le Père » est le père absent, héros perpétuel qui ne peut mal agir car il n’est pas là –  tandis que la Terre Mère est la présence immuable et par extension la mère non respectée qui a historiquement endossé la culpabilité et la responsabilité de tout ce qui a mal tourné. Notre état de conscience présent est similaire à quelqu’un qui déclare : « Ma mère était une sainte » et qui fuit pourtant comme la peste toute ressemblance possible avec elle. Mon père était un salaud – mais il détenait tout le pouvoir…

Tout au long de ma vie, j’ai souvent trouvé exténuant et même désolant d’être un porte-parole pour le Féminin – pour nos corps, parties intégrantes de la Terre, non seulement en tant que réceptacles accumulant notre histoire humaine, mais aussi en tant que véhicule de notre ascension – et pas seulement parce que j’ai été l’objet de tant de projections maternelles… J’imagine que cette lancée couvait depuis un bout de temps!

Voilà comme suit :

  • Entraîner nos corps pour obtenir une superbe apparence (peu importe ce que cela signifie pour chacun de nous individuellement) et pour les soumettre à tout ce que nous désirons qu’ils fassent, ne signifie pas aimer notre corps, pas plus qu’ « aimer » un enfant ou un animal en autant qu’il soit sage et obéissant, ou aimer la Nature seulement sous sa forme domestiquée et manucurée, et non pas sauvage, ne signifie réellement aimer.
  • Aimer la terre et pourtant haïr l’Humanité est un non-sequitur – nous faisons tous partie de l’être vivant qu’est Gaia;
  • En tant que femmes, nous sommes toutes aussi misogynes que les hommes, sinon davantage. Nous vénérons notre intellect tout en abusant notre corps; nous sommes avides de sororité mais préférons souvent la compagnie des hommes – ou des femmes masculinisées; nous adhérons encore à tous les stéréotypes négatifs concernant nos émotions, notre capacité à recevoir et notre capacité d’Être, simplement, sans performer notre vie – tous ces aspects étant perçus comme des signes de faiblesse et de vulnérabilité;
  • Phénomène déclanchant la frustration/l’amusement de plusieurs enseignantes, une voix masculine bénéficie de plus de crédibilité et par conséquent de plus de support. Une femme peut tenter de répandre un message durant plusieurs années; il ne sera entendu que lorsqu’un homme l’affirmera. Les auteurs publiés sont systématiquement privilégiés pour des promotions au détriment de tous ceux issus de la tradition orale et expérientielle.
  • La plupart d’entre nous sommes des touristes dans notre propre corps – et nous trouvons qu’un voyage dans notre corps, ne serait-ce que d’une journée, est une aventure extrême. Le ventre – et bien – c’est tout comme d’entrer en zone de guerre. C’est le lieu où nous accumulons tous les déchets toxiques de nos vies – un magma boueux de honte et de haine de soi entoure la force de vie créatrice habitant cet endroit, pour éventuellement l’étouffer… Toute action nous ramenant dans notre ventre – le sexe, la maternité, la danse du ventre – va inévitablement se révéler plus chaotique que nous l’imaginons, émotionnellement parlant.

Notre travail visant à redécouvrir le Féminin Sacré (qui en passant n’est parti nulle part, et existe sans regards pour notre capacité ou incapacité à le percevoir) doit impliquer une incursion dans notre corps qui est loin d’être plaisante, pour décharger les cellules des croyances ancestrales périmées concernant notre réalité et la place que nous y occupons… En rencontrant et en reconnaissant ces croyances, il devient possible de les dégager petit à petit, et de libérer ainsi notre corps et nos ancêtres des limitations de la dualité… Nous aurons finalement la possibilité d’exercer notre libre arbitre véritable, et de créer le futur que nous désirons…

Nous sommes en train de voir un Nouvel Humain émerger dans le monde. C’est une naissance normale, avec la tête qui pointe en premier…mais le corps doit suivre…! S’incarner pleinement, corps et esprit s’unissant, réconciliant la dualité Terre et Ciel, Esprit et Matière, est, je crois, notre destinée…et notre responsabilité.

Restez donc avec moi près du feu, encore un peu… Les pieds bien ancrés au sol, l’imagination s’étirant vers le multivers, le cœur lié par notre humanité mutuelle… notre destinée mutuelle… Ne le sentez-vous pas dans vos tripes et vos os, à quel point c’est un honneur et une merveille, d’habiter ce corps, ici et maintenant? Tandis que la gratitude emplit vos cœurs et se répand pour réchauffer votre être, la Déesse s’éveille en vous…

Bénis soit-on!

Bénédictions et amour,

Dawn

Pour de l’aide pour mieux vivre dans votre corps, consultez :

https://dawnbramadat.wordpress.com/visualizations/  (en français et en anglais)

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Passion vs Security

File under “Dilemmas of Consciousness”  😉

In the last little while, I’ve found myself speaking with a lot of people about the difference between adrenaline-based and nesting sexuality.

The passion of the first is fueled by the perception of danger, and makes perfect sense as a mechanism for the survival of the species. Plants will often flower when under stress, desperately attracting pollinators quickly so they can reproduce before they die. We have the same instinct….

The sexual surcharge that accompanies adrenaline/testosterone rushes can be blamed for the atrocities of sexual aggression committed by soldiers everywhere and forever. It explains a wide range of human sexual behaviour, from the Mile-High Club to the hook-ups with strangers that have become normalised with the swiping generation, to the many and darkening shades of SMBD that are also becoming socially acceptable.

Adrenaline is as addictive as any hard drug, and I’m seeing both more people who are hooked, and more people burned out from years of feeding the habit in its myriad manifestations. We experience adrenaline rushes as fun and exciting: bungee-jumping, horror movies, gambling, Russian roulette, risky sex…. We forget that foundation for the Buzz is our programmed physiological reaction to impending death.

Also, as women are generally less physically strong and often have heavily culturally-limited opportunities for supporting themselves, sex is commonly traded for survival – for food and/or a roof over one’s head.  As harsh as this sounds, it is still the functional reality of millions of women around the planet. One could argue that this is basically a definition of the institution of marriage.

What I think of as “nesting sexuality” requires a diametrically opposed emotional 2nd image - feetcontext –  an oxytocin-induced sense of security and belonging. Tenderness, and a deep intimacy that evolves from trust, are the characteristics of this kind of connection.

As we often define security in financial and material terms, it makes sense that we historically have been more sexually open in relationships when we’ve felt safely “taken care of”. In the now nearly-extinct Classic Couple, the male is taken care of by his spouse who feeds him, maintains the Home and bears and cares for any children. The woman is “provided for” financially by her partner, and the couple fulfills each other’s sexual needs.

image for articleTime, habit, and social conditioning can turn this paradigm into a big yawn, lacking the spice of the unknown and sending disgruntled partners looking for excitement in pornography or in other beds, or as a couple into “riskier” situations: partner-swapping, edgier sexual practises, etc.

Although I haven’t crunched the numbers, it seems to me that there is a cyclic nature to the complaints I hear about sexuality. In the summer when passions typically run with the volume turned up, people in committed relationships seem to be concerned about their libido. Let’s agree that women’s sexual desire didn’t use to be an issue – we were expected to just do our duty, regardless. I imagine the same could possibly be said for some men. But more people in general are simply not willing to compromise anymore on what they feel and want, which seems to translate into less sexual activity. (https://www.theguardian.com/lifeandstyle/2016/aug/02/less-sex-please-were-millennials-study)

What I’ve noticed is that whereas the issues are presented as either “something’s wrong with me” or “my partner wants sex all the time”, the real problem is a lack of the feeling of security required for “nesting”, and therefore a return to the default mode of adrenaline sexuality. Couples are often conflicted between a desire for the rush of passionate sex and the aching for closeness and connection. The “shoulds” fly around fast and furious in our minds and hearts, and expectations are always a set-up for disillusionment and disappointment.

Often partners feel that they are not being supported – the other is not fulfilling the role that is expected (often unconsciously) according to familial imprinting. Someone who is carrying either all the financial weight or all the child-care/homemaking responsibilities in a couple can feel that sex is just another thing he/she is expected to do. Because of our social programming, women can have trouble being sexually aroused when they hold the financial power in a couple – the culturally-engrained definition of being “taken care of”, and even of being a “Real Woman” is not being fulfilled.

Seductive men are especially successful at roping in strong women because they make us feel like we believe we are supposed to feel – fluttery, sexual and insecure.

Partners (still mostly women) who are “just” housekeepers and motherers in western cultures often feel unaccomplished, unfulfilled and inadequate. If the supporting partner is capable of hiring help, she/he may have the energy and desire to attempt to keep herself exciting for him/her. Otherwise, the scenario where the Lady of the House welcomes her Man home from work dressed in a negligée and with supper ready on the table is, shall we say, “less likely”. In a sociocultural reality where empowered women are less available to be sexually dominated, but where men believe that to be Men they must have power and dominance over Someone, human trafficking, sexual slavery, paedophilia and all other trappings of what is currently defined as Rape Culture are kind of emotionally logical.

Here in Quebec, I’ve been surprised by the number of couples I’ve heard of who are together with no sexual intimacy at all….

The hard and fast Truths of binary reality: right vs wrong, black vs white, the Right vs the Left, even Truth vs Lies are becoming more fluid and hard to nail down. Gender is just one of the manifestations of duality consciousness that used to keep us safe and secure in its “one-or-the-other”-ness –  as a species, we’re finally learning to step out of our identity cages and colour waaaay outside the lines.

It can all feel so complex, entangled and impossible if we get stuck in trying to control Life and keep things the way they were in the (really-not-so) Good Olde Days.

When we learn to let go and connect in each moment with our own, personal inner Truth, understanding that each of us lives his or her own equally-valid reality, we release ourselves from the shackles of the Shoulds, and the world from our judgements.

When we perceive the Oneness of all manifest existence, of all sentient beings, we can see the Light at the core of each of us, and the wounding that has been layered through the generations over that Light.

This may do nothing whatsoever to simplify our choices, but it certainly makes us happier as we muddle through it all!

Blessèd Be!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Summer Solstice, 2017

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The Summer Solstice is on our doorsteps! The “joke” in this neck of the woods is that after June 21 Winter is on its way, as the daylight begins to slowly shrink towards the cold and the dark. And here at Heartroot, our frost-free date is in the second week of June. Sigh…. We’ve got to get that greenhouse done!

A heads up for those of us who’ve forgotten: this is the time of greatest solar, yang, male energy in the northern hemisphere.

The genetic/cultural/social programming we’ve received about How to Survive Out in the World will be rising to take centre stage these days. Do you find yourself pushing yourself past any rational physical limits? Are you feeling martyred? Have you caught yourself being an aggressive jerk lately? Think about it… Where was that behaviour learned? How far back in your family lineage can you see the same attitudes and actions reflected? How’s it working for you these days 0_o ?

Maybe we don’t have to charge into Life like it’s a battlefield, desperately attempting to prove that we aren’t stupid, worthless and unlovable…?

We’ve got a wonderful opportunity in this period of greatest Light, to take some time to reflect on our highest Truths – to align ourselves with the most elevated vibrational frequencies that we can access at any given moment and to radiate them consciously as we walk in the World. Let’s cultivate Gratitude and make it our offering to the multiverse!

Don’t think for a second that the Martyr or the Bully or the Social Butterfly or the Depressed Loner is who you really are – these are roles that we were so subtly guided into that we believe they are our identities.

But…Nothing that is not Love is who you truly are.

You are Love – period. All the rest has been learned and, once witnessed, can be released. The World – our Earth – awaits your Light.

Summer Solstice Blessings to All….

 

 

 

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WORDS and WOMEN

This first appeared in ‘The Heretic’ magazine, Vol.3, (which you can still buy in Kindle version from Amazon!), in 2012. I am pleased to realise that there is more awareness of these issues, 5 years on….

I hadn’t been prepared to be so upset by Renoir. The Sterling and Francine Clark collection was touring and it was with some excitement that I queued up when it came to Montreal, its one Canadian stop. Rousseau, Sisley, Manet, Degas, Monet, Pissarro, Cassatt, a couple of surprisingly alive and delightful Boldinis – they all drew me into their lives and time. That all those landscape paintings – the ‘portraits’ of ancient trees – were part of a successful ecological campaign to save what was left of Europe’s forests thrilled me.

But one after another of Renoir’s doe-eyed women, sewing, reading, looooounging, just about did me in; I could feel my remaining good teeth rotting in my skull as I stood there. My impression of this particular Impressionist was underscored by the quotations, liberally strewn about the walls – Pierre-Auguste apparently felt that to men should be left the boring jobs of law, writing, politics, etc.; women were needed for what only they could do, which was to make life ‘bearable’ (for men, bien sûr). Renoir, père, told his son that he painted ‘with his prick’, and ‘I like women best when they don’t know how to read, and when they wipe their babies’ bottoms themselves’ is among the least offensive of his pronouncements.

The exhibit was entitled Once Upon a Time, which worked in my mind for the other artists represented – it was a historical encapsulation of a particularly vibrant transitional period in Europe. Renoir, however, had a rankling currency about him.

1 Lise_Sewing_-_1866Lise Sewing by Pierre-Auguste Renoir (1866), Dallas Museum of Art, The Wendy and Emery Reves Collection

A very active Canadian documentary film-maker recently announced to me in breathless tones that he finally had a story about women and children being trafficked as sex slaves, but with a male hero. ‘No one wants to listen to a woman,’ he intoned into the shocked silence between us, ‘that’s just the way it is.’ Pause. ‘This is great!’ As flabbergasted as I was to hear this, someone was finally stating as an inalterable fact what I’ve been insisting for decades to be true: ‘No-one wants to listen to a woman.’

Over the years this insistence of mine has inevitably met with the same brand of enthusiasm that greets other statements of a similar timbre (such as, ‘Women become invisible after 50’): a shaking of the head, a clucking of the tongue, and either a look of icily amused pity (‘Dear me, it must be terrible to become old and irrelevant’), a look of the-penny-just-dropped horror (‘Omigod! This is going to happen to me!’) or a white-gloved, white-bread look of disapproval (‘It is really so unpleasant of you to speak of these things, my dear’).

We certainly don’t start out not listening to women: even physiologically babies are more able to hear higher-pitched voices in their first month or so. This perhaps explains why so many people seem hard-wired to talk to babies in inane Teletubbies voices. Have you ever wondered why the voices of puppets, cartoons, and even adult humans in children’s television shows, are so unbearably squeaky? Have you ever been irritated enough by them to contemplate horrible acts of violence? Hmmm.

Oriental medicine tells us that a high-pitched voice can warn of weakness in the Soil element organs – the spleen, pancreas and stomach – and of someone who has pulled themselves into their thoughts, out of their bodies and emotions. Think of a tensely smiling face, sparkly eyes, a voice like a high-tension wire, and a sharp knife held behind the back. Scary! Actually, think of coloratura soprano divas and you might get the same sort of frisson – I certainly do.

Then again, the low, husky voice of hypnotherapists and late-night radio hosts – the kind of voice that so many find reassuring and sexy – is a Water element voice, related to the genitourinary tract and fear of an existential sort (Who am I? How will I survive? How can I make people love me so that I will survive?). Hmmm, again.

Clearly, ‘No-one wants to listen to a woman’ is not just about physiology.

The same film-maker involved in the documentary project about women and the sex-slave trade – the one overjoyed to find a male hero for his movie – proposed to hire (at a daily fee that could feed an average household for a year), as ‘spokesperson’ for the project, an ex-Playboy bunny and porn star – ‘because she is well-known’. Presumably people would ‘listen’ to her? A whole room-full of men involved in media and marketing saw nothing ironic or paradoxical (much less ludicrous) in this idea. The one other woman involved and I have since been quite neatly cut out of the decision-making loop on the project – in which I have, shall we say, ‘lost interest’.

So, no one wants to listen to a woman, unless…? This happened in the autumn of 2012, but it feels like a flashback to another era. Rapid rewind to the mid-1970s and to Winnipeg, Manitoba, smack-dab in the middle of Canada: involved in feminist politics (you guessed this, right?), I end up administering a Media Monitoring Committee to provide a forum for those wishing to do something about sexism in the media. A mountain of complaints comes in about obnoxious comments in a Winnipeg Free Press sports column, so I collate and mail them with a polite cover letter to the writer of the offensive material. The response is an article about feminists, in which he surmises that Ms. Dawn Bramadat, Chairperson of the Media Monitoring Committee, is obviously a mousey, repressed spinster who hasn’t been getting any for a while. At the time I nicely fit into a size 7 and many people’s ideas of what ‘attractive’ is, so when I (loudly) announce my presence and purpose in the newspaper office, in front of the wide-open room full of people banging on typewriters, the first reaction is dead silence. The receptionist leads me to a conference room as hoots of laughter accompany the sportswriter’s rising from his desk to follow. I felt better then about my coup than I do now.  Rubbing the fellow’s nose in his assumptions was one thing, and setting him up in front of the women in that office was satisfying, to say the least, but I was also buying right into the Beauty is Power paradigm. Damn!

I have this niggling sensation that I can’t, in good faith, ignore. This tells me that there is relevance here to the adage, ‘Men are seduced through their eyes and women are seduced through their ears’, but this leads the mind down a variety of tangled trails typical of any reflection based in duality:

‘Men want to look at women, not listen to them.’

‘Yes, but women don’t listen to other women, either.’

Oh.

‘Women want to hear sweet nothings whispered into their ears.’

‘Yes, and men need to constantly be praised.’

Oh.

We get stuck when we attempt to stolidly delineate polarities – trapped in parallel lines that can never meet and are nothing akin to the weaving of realities that are our present, human experience.

The Right to Write – and to be heard

More women now are having their voices heard through the written word – gone are the days of women having to write under male pseudonyms – but between having the right to publish and actually being read – being heard – is an interesting gap. (‘You go ahead and express yourself, dear. It will do you good. You have far too much time on your hands, anyway.’)

2 Bronze_young_girl_reading_CdM_Paris Roman bronze statuette of a young girl reading (first century), Caylus Collection, Bibliothèque Nationale de France, Paris

For the information of the few of you reading this who have not entertained serious thoughts of becoming writers yourselves, the deal with interview shows and most conferences is that you are not paid to speak, but are expected to earn your revenue through book sales – your presentation therefore becomes a sales pitch. If you are not a published author, it is unlikely you’ll be asked to present at conferences and to do interviews, yet it is notoriously difficult to get published (and becoming even more so) and research shows that the odds are significantly stacked against you if you happen to be a woman (Benedict Page, ‘Research shows male writers still dominate books world’, http://www.guardian.co.uk, 4 February 2011). This means that if you are not a published author, you have much fewer opportunities to share whatever it is that you feel compelled to share and to literally have your voice heard.  It is once you are published and become unimaginably rich and influential (I don’t want to discourage any of you out there!) that people will actually pay for the privilege of listening to you.

A few years ago, I was on about this topic (we do harp, don’t we?) with Philip Gardiner, a media personality in the UK who had an interview show called Gardiner’s World, where, typically, people spoke about the fascinating research discoveries they had made in the realm of hidden wisdom, conspiracies, ancient history coming to light, etc., and promoted the books they had written about their work. The topics were interesting and illuminating – it’s just that Gardiner’s World was populated almost exclusively by men. (Excuse me – white men.)

I met Philip through a friend – one of the white male authors being interviewed, actually – and took umbrage at the lack of women’s voices being showcased. A very public verbal duel ensued (on Facebook!), in which Philip ‘good-naturedly’ expressed every rabid stereotype he could come up with about women, our interests and relevance. It was only when I summarised his stance (It’s OK, Philip, it is clear that you are interested in men, not women) that he invited me to be interviewed the next time I was in England. There was a threat involved, however – he was going to give me a really hard time. In the end he sent Filip Coppens (1971 – 2012; may his soul fly free…) to conduct the interviews with the six male authors and myself for the taping I attended. Dear Filip asked me, more or less, to express a woman’s point of view on the unfolding of human history – perhaps to make up, in half an hour, for the lacunae in the rest of the series! (The video of the interview can be seen on YouTube.) To give Philip Gardiner due credit, he did film me later on two occasions, saying he had not heard what I was saying from any other sources and that he felt it ‘should be heard’.

The ultimate irony, though, is undeniably to be found in the circles of the new spiritual movement, where these days it’s all about the Divine Feminine. If you don’t pull these two words out side by side in every second sentence, you’re obviously barking up the wrong Tree of Life – hitched to an inadequate Axis Mundi. The Sacred Feminine is rising on the Earth and within each of us individually – and, thank (a masculine) GOD, there are gazillions of men around to teach us all about it!

I responded last year to an email advertisement for yet another conference on the Future of Humanity, where there were at least a dozen speakers headlining – all the latest ones – and they were all male. I sent them a list of the wonderful women I knew who could teach the same subjects, but got no reply. (‘You go ahead and express yourself, dear. It will do you good. You have far too much time on your hands, anyway. Oh, and sign up for our conference!’)

I don’t mean to intimate that men are the source of this problem. (This is where I add sincerely, ‘Some of my best friends are men – honest!’) At issue is a social agreement that places men in positions of authority, whether they are capable of and equipped for that role or not. I can’t even count the number of times that students who have studied with me in one context or another have expressed exhilaration over a wonderful new concept that they have just read by an amazing new male author – a concept that I have been attempting to get across to them for ages and in every which way. It’s not that I’m a lousy teacher, either; I’ve heard of and witnessed this as a common occurrence with other women teachers as well. The most probable cause of this, it seems to me, is the epidemic ‘absent father’ experience – I’ve watched the most intelligent and self-possessed people totally flip for one male teacher after another.

A couple of years ago I was asked to speak at a conference, because quite a few people in my home town made a stink about my NOT speaking. Conferences must be on a list somewhere as one of the Best Places to Meet a Mate – the games of seduction and the sexual buzz are obvious and palpable, regardless of the topic at hand – so, when the organisers asked what I would speak about, I decided to finally mention the rhinoceros in the room and address the co-evolution of sexuality and spirituality. I thought perhaps we could at least talk about it. Wrong! I was censored in a most polite way: ‘Are you sure you wouldn’t like to talk about shamanism or something?’

Taboo, what Taboo?

The wonderful indie film, Breaking the Taboo, released on YouTube in December 2012 and out in theatres in 2013, featured interviews with many male experts on the War on Drugs and drug reform. Among the few women interviewed, Ruth Dreifuss, former President of Switzerland (1999), shone as a heart-centred woman’s voice, clear and strong: ‘Who are the drug addicts? Our children. People we love and want to bring back to life.’ Under her aegis, laws were passed in Switzerland to decriminalise the use of all drugs, so that their use is seen as a medical rather than a criminal problem.

In India Dr Vandana Shiva (a woman, I feel, of the same almost-mythical, prophetic stature as Gandhiji) leads a brilliant movement called ‘Seed Freedom’ that has gained worldwide momentum: ‘Seed is the source of life and the first link in the food chain. Control over seed means control over our lives, our food and our freedom.’ Already, in the same country’s province of Uttar Pradesh, the pink-saried ‘Gulabi Gang’ mete out justice and carry big sticks.  Led by their feisty and über-practical founder, Sampat Pal Devi, they are putting a feminine face to the arbitration of fairness and decency and no-one, not even the local police, is exempt from scrutiny.

In 2010 the President of Iceland, Jóhanna Sigurðardóttir (the first publicly lesbian world leader), whose government actually banned the commercialisation of sex, said,

“Last year we passed a law against the purchase of sex, we recently introduced an action plan on trafficking of women, and now we have shut down the strip clubs. The Nordic countries are leading the way on women’s equality, recognising women as equal citizens rather than commodities for sale.” (Julie Bindel, ‘Iceland: the world’s most feminist country’, http://www.guardian.co.uk, 25 March 2010.)

How many of you had heard of Jóhanna Sigurðardóttir, Ruth Dreifuss, Vandana Shiva or the Gulabi Gang?

It’s more likely that you have heard the voice of Australian Prime Minister, Julia Gillard, in her 15-minute rant against the Leader of the Opposition, Tony Abbott, which went viral in October 2012.

In Canada, on 10 December (Amnesty International’s Human Rights Day) last year, it was announced that the Chief of the Attawapiskat First Nation, Theresa Spence, was beginning a hunger strike. She set up camp in a tipi, facing the Parliament Buildings in Ottawa, in protest of Prime Minister Stephen Harper’s refusal to meet with her. Timed to coincide with this were nationwide protests organised under the banner of a fledgling movement, Idle No More, that was founded by four women – Nina Wilson, Sheelah Mclean, Sylvia McAdam and Jessica Gordon – in response to the Harper government’s introduction of the 457-page Omnibus Bill C-45 that contains, buried within it, ‘drastic changes to environmental laws, subverting democracy and weakening protection of air, water, soil and ecosystems.’ Fundamental to the mission of Idle No More is the demand that women be respected, and that ‘There will be NO MORE further harm inflicted on our First Mother, Mother Earth.’ Following on the heels of these protests in Canada, on 16 December 2012 23-year-old Jyoti Singh Pandey was savagely tortured, raped and eviscerated in New Delhi. Poor and rural women are routinely violated and murdered in India, but Jyoti was a middle-class physiotherapy student (accompanied by a male friend). It has been promised that education is a doorway to security for women – if it isn’t, then perhaps no woman is ever safe. Her death on 29 December 2012 set India alight with rage. Protests sprang up in the major cities, with thousands demonstrating and clashing with police. The country now seems riven between the extremes of those who know, absolutely and without a doubt, that respectable women never get raped, and others who demand eye-for-an-eye retribution in order to deter the gender-based violence that is so commonplace that it is regarded as mundane.

The murder of Jyoti Pandey may have been the last catalytic drop – that flutter of the butterfly’s wings – that is now gathering into a worldwide tsunami of transformation.

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Protesters in Delhi react to the gang-rape and death of Jyoti Singh Pandey

‘V-Day’ (founded by Eve Ensler of The Vagina Monologues to coincide with Valentine’s Day) began 15 years ago as an initiative to raise awareness of the global and systemic nature of violence against women. One of the concrete results of this has been the City of Joy, established in Bukavu, Democratic Republic of Congo, to help heal and support women who have survived the epidemic of rape in that country.  The uprisings in India have inspired the transformation of V-Day 2013 into ‘1 Billion Rising’- a call for a planet-wide general strike on the part of ‘women and those who love them’ – a call to ‘dance until the violence stops’.

Support for the categorically non-violent Idle No More has since spread internationally as well.

MapMap showing Idle No More events in 2012

Prime Minister Harper has met with a variety of male aboriginal leaders (who then met with Chief Spence to convince her to stop her fast), but as of today he has still not addressed Chief Spence herself. Reminiscent of the film-maker of whom I first spoke, he still doesn’t want to listen to a woman.

As I finish this text, we celebrate Imbolc; winter turns expectantly to the east and to spring; wild winds swirl the planet ‘round. Heart by heart, belly by belly, we are becoming awake and alert – we sniff the air and feel indefinably out of sorts. Change is rising, the living sap of the Earth – you can feel it in your bones, can’t you? – and, with this quickening, the voice of the Feminine will surely be heard.

Earth, isn’t this what you want? To arise in us, invisible?
Is it not your dream, to enter us so wholly
there’s nothing outside us to see?

What, if not transformation, is your deepest purpose?

…Sheer abundance of being floods my heart.
             (Rainer Maria Rilke, from the Ninth Duino Elegy, 1922. Translator uncertain.)

No, it is not only women who speak for the Feminine – Rilke, Hafiz, mystics, tantrists and artists of varied and unlikely stripes throughout history did not only elevate, sanitise and adore that feminine ideal that hovers in the heady regions between martyr and fable, yet is still anchored in our culture; some of them understood and beautifully expressed the sacred nature of physicality, of Being, Darkness and Presence – of the feminine aspects of Existence. Unknown to most of us, some of them were women.

From the Mothers’ Day Proclamation, written in 1870 by Julia Ward Howe in the post-civil-war USA:

Arise, then, women of this day!
Arise, all women who have hearts!
Whether your baptism be of water or of tears!
Say firmly:
‘We will not have questions answered by irrelevant agencies,
Our husbands will not come to us, reeking with carnage,
For caresses and applause.
Our sons shall not be taken from us to unlearn
All that we have been able to teach them of charity, mercy and patience.
We, the women of one country,
Will be too tender of those of another country
To allow our sons to be trained to injure theirs.’

From the bosom of a devastated Earth a voice goes up with
Our own. It says: ‘Disarm! Disarm!
The sword of murder is not the balance of justice.’
Blood does not wipe our dishonor,
Nor violence indicate possession.
As men have often forsaken the plough and the anvil
At the summons of war,
Let women now leave all that may be left of home
For a great and earnest day of council.
Let them meet first, as women, to bewail and commemorate the dead.
Let them solemnly take council with each other as to the means
Whereby the great human family can live in peace…

And, more recently, from Arundhati Roy in her 2003 essay compilation, entitled War Talk (the emphasis is mine):

Our strategy should be not only to confront empire, but to lay siege to it. To deprive it of oxygen. To shame it. To mock it. With our art, our music, our literature, our stubbornness, our joy, our brilliance, our sheer relentlessness – and our ability to tell our own stories. Stories that are different from the ones we’re being brainwashed to believe. 
The corporate revolution will collapse if we refuse to buy what they are selling – their ideas, their version of history, their wars, their weapons, their notion of inevitability. 

Remember this: We be many and they be few. They need us more than we need them. 
Another world is not only possible, she is on her way. On a quiet day, I can hear her breathing. 

May we all feel inspired and free to allow the highest Wholeness of our Selves to manifest in the world.

Blessèd Be.

 

Further Reading:

http://www.babycenter.com.au/a6509/developmental-milestones-hearing

http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/2011/feb/04/research-male-writers-dominate-books-world

Gardiner’s World interview with Filip Coppens:  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ykZ7V4bHuyQ

http://www.youtube.com/breakingthetaboofilm

http://www.vandanashiva.org

http://www.gulabigang.in

http://www.guardian.co.uk/lifeandstyle/2010/mar/25/iceland-most-feminist-country

http://www.seeclouds.com/julia-gillards-15-minutes-rant-at-tony-abbott-on-sexism-misogynism-and-ditch-the-witch-slogan-2012-10-10

http://www.davidsuzuki.org/media/news/2012/10/major-environmental-groups-oppose-damaging-federal-omnibus-bill-c-45

http://idlenomore.ca/index.php/item/129-for-immediate-release

http://drc.vday.org/city-of-joy

1 Billion Rising: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y02TqXZ-MSQ

 

 

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RE-IMAGINING INCARNATION

 

First posted on July 11, 2014

We have learned to think of our bodies as what isolate us from the rest of the world – as prisons, not temples, of Spirit. The illusion of separation and aloneness is the source of so much of our collective suffering…et pourtant….

Imagine your root chakra as really having roots that descend deep into the Earth, interlacing with the roots of All Our Relations: of the plants, the animals, the mineral realms – of all Beings created of and sustained by Gaia. This is so much more than a lovely image – it is a fundamental reality that has gone missing from cultures that consider themselves “civilized”.i.e. who have declared themselves free of the wonder and dominion of Nature and therefore no longer “primitive”.

Your body is created of the Earth – of the stuff of the planet. We consume the fruit of the Earth in order to grow these bodies according to the template programmed into each of our cells by our parents and ancestors. We gather particles of the Earth in order to construct our bodies in the image of what we have learned we must be.

Through space and time, threads are woven from the different energetic personalities of the variety of places on the planet from whence your ancestors have come. See your body as being woven of all these multicoloured threads – an intricate, exquisite tapestry of this world.

In the past, our senses have limited the amount and the sort of information available to our conscious selves with the fervour of a protective parent: “The poor dear won’t be able to handle this – we’ll just ignore it for now”. Now, however, we are in times of potential transformation, when higher and higher frequencies are flowing toward the Earth, bathing her and all her denizens in a purifying flood of energy…. The active parts of our brains are expanding past the fear and survival-based tiny percentage previously available. Imagine branches, or antennae or streams of energy leaving your brain and extending into all other realms/dimensions of existence – we are evolving (for some of us, being catapulted) into a multidimensional state of being. Indigenous prophecies of Turtle Island call this the Fifth Root Race of humanity, or the People of the Eighth Fire….

Our skin does not have to be seen as armour anymore, protecting us from the Jungle Out There. Become aware that this membrane that you have thought of as the frontier between You and The World is an illusion – not only is it full of holes on a macro level, but when you delve into the atomic scale of things, the deep, velvety void that underpins all Existence is ubiquitous and identical in both the somewhat fuzzy and arbitrary Inside and Out…. Particles resonating with your intentions can be found waaaaaay outside the conventional limits of your body, and even of your “personal space”.

Each breath you take has travelled to you through clouds and streams and stars, passing through the bodies of multitudes of other beings before flowing through you. As you exhale, you send your breath, tinted with your own colours, to continue circulating through the multiverse. Cultivating the physical sensation of gratitude and wonder sets up a high vibratory frequency that we share with the world with every breath.  And when we lay our bodies back down in the earth, we will have assisted in the elevation of the planet….

Like a rainbow’s colours, phasing and melding one into the next, the fractal layers of this planetary reality intersect and reflect each other: the symptoms erupting in your physical body and in your life are manifestations of the same clearing being experienced in families and communities, in cultures and societies and in the body of the planet.

We are the Earth in transformation: feel this as reality in your bones and flesh and breath….  Hold gratitude in your heart, still and strong. As you walk through your life, do so in full awareness of the Light that You Are.

Go and Shine.

Go and Shine.

Go and Shine….P1400261

Blessèd Be…

 

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