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From the Game board of Fae Circles.

For the 20+ years of conversation I have been having with my blood, my womb, I have come to understand that my emotional, mental, physical and deeply spiritual Life are all woven, warp and weft through my womb and the place I stand in my own inner circle of existence. By knowing, learning and trusting these states I consider myself funded from within. I note my externals, the latest song and dance routines from Beyonce, Putin and Turnbull, but I am rarely instructed by them as a function of truth.

It is my blood I consider my source code.

When I create from here, when I sit still in the center allowing what can be to bubble forth, I can feel the balanced state of mind in service to the heart to be the movement of the womb, connected in deep love of Earth. If we were to build from, listen to and TRUST this gentle honest voice of invitation, what could we be together? Where would a world that was listening to womb’s be taken? Would we choose poison and profit over real health and wealth? Would we as womb bearers, those that carry this source code be treated differently if we valued this conversation? If we gave true respect to life giving principles, perhaps even life itself? Could we take our place in the natural world no longer as overlords with a mandate to own, control and exploit OR could we become the noble sentient beings we are, capable of incredible feats of love, cooperation and empowerment.

We know that every solution our planet needs we already have. What we seem to be lacking is the will to use it. As women we get to make many more decisions than we think we do, maybe not at a Federal level, but our buying power is far greater than we give ourselves credit for. The deeper we listen, the stronger the wisdom, the more our decisions are not pushed and shoved by the latest noise, but considered for the overall impact each purchase makes to the health of our family, our community and our Earth.

Recently I have felt to return to an old creation of mine. A game I made for my then 4 year old daughter. It is a non-competitive game that has each player making three wishes at the end, one for themselves, one for an other, one for the Earth. I have translated it from its original form to the current digital .pdf form for ease of transmission. Fae Circles is an offering from my womb, probably one of the first I heard after my daughter was born! I loved it then, and now, trusting that its true intent is to create more love in the world. Offering up the practices to build the will of a family to be guided from within, as a whole, as a group of humans on the same team, with the love of Earth and Fae.

This is an offering from my source code, designed to invoke your source code, that we may all Live Gently, with the Self, Other and Earth. Fae Circles is a family offering, heart family, blood family, soul family. For my blood work, for womb owners (past and present) please see my work at Living Gently, there is much much more than we have ever been encouraged to understand or explore.

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ace of wands

The Ace of Wand from the Haindl Tarot, the deck I have used from the beginning.

I learnt to read the Tarot over 22 years ago. It was a powerful introduction to a set of tools that to this day, I still love and use regularly. I am still exploring just how far they can reach into our collective understanding, our combined wisdom that has been anchored in those deep and secretive places like the Kabbalah, with it’s 22 paths intersecting the 22 Major Arcana.

For me the cards are about a conversation, a willingness to ask of and listen to another source of wisdom, beyond our logical mind, thus perhaps it’s derogatory response from those that can only trust the logos. When we allow this conversation, and for me a read is at best a conversation, where we bring forth another opinion, no greater nor lesser than your own, and certainly not written in stone.  From this place, this perspective, we have an opportunity to commune, deeply.

… that is, my other worldly self, is chatting with your other worldly self and using the symbols upon the cards we are exploring the stories of your life, seeking the truth in them, the illusion in them, the possibility in them. To share a moment of time with someone, a total stranger and to have a truth come tumbling out over my lips, something held deep within that perhaps has never been given voice, but always know, that is the “freaky bit” of the tarot… that I some how can “know” about you, when what I am doing is reflecting you… tuning into you and allowing that to open us both.

Often I do draw from my life to contextualize what it is that I am feeling, an understanding that I have made in my world, that may assist the brave soul in front of me. For bravery is what it takes to ask a question we may not like the answer to. From here, I trust that the wisdom that is spoken also lays upon my heart softly and wisely, for rare is the read that doesn’t have a few words for me.

These last 3 years I have taken it upon myself to share this art form of reading the Tarot in a class form. Four 4 hour sessions, which in the past were delivered over 4 weeks, but this time I am going to deliver them ALL in one weekend!, I am both excited and a little nervous about the power filled down load that we are going to step into.

To learn this skill set, to open to the wisdom of 78 forms, in a framework, that have the value you create, the wisdom you ascribe is an awesome permission to give yourself.

If you live in Melbourne, perhaps you can join us.

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casket-spray-flowers

TED IS DEAD… And the pendulum swings… Just when we thought we could start to really own the power of the mind to heal, the inherent wisdom of the earth in the plants and crystals… The possibilities of being human… Along comes the body corporate to shut down any speculation that there is any other offering but the one they are selling!

 

Must protect the unsuspecting punter from the evils of homeopathy and cancer curing anecdotal evidence… Humans must never inspire humans to consider reality beyond the prescribed version that has been sanction through the bowels of a university… By all means necessary, contain the freethinking virus and stop its anarchic spread across the Internet!
What was TED for? Why was it so popular? Why did its offerings garnish so many eyeballs? Who started it? Who owns it now? Silly move oh “powers that be”.. By outlawing the conversations that count, and inserting your own public relations press releases you have written the death warrant for TED… For any intelligent Internet user that checks their sources, understanding agenda and noting bias can smell broadcast a mile away… Therefore you have now made the value of your proclamations worthless.
In just one illustration of stupidity let’s take a definition of a red flag topic taken from the letter that TEDx community  “The fusion of science and spirituality. Be especially careful of anyone trying to prove the validity of their religious beliefs and practices by using science”  … I’m sorry, but have you watched Jill Bolte Taylor?? 11,750,000+ have, but according to these definitions her work is bogus…. Really?
Your intention may well have been about shutting down conversations you can’t control… still… but the more you tighten your grip, the more star systems, aka free minds, will slip through your fingers!
There will be another TED… Maybe this time it will be held with integrity that can’t be bought… If I’m wrong about that please let me know… For right now, I’m wondering where I send the flowers?

 

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Blood Jewels.  The loving continues…

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A Red Tide is Rising… as perhaps the third wave defines what is valuable about being a woman… If our first wave was to be valued enough to vote, to have an opinion. Our second wave to be valued enough to learn, work and contribute to our race’s efforts. Then perhaps our third wave is where/when we value to the experience of woman, bringing into our culture the mystery that is woman, newly seen with understanding that honours her original state. Bringing into the equation all her Funky bits! Her womb mind, the wisdom of mothers, the capacity of heart to hold the love our race desperately needs, the natural cyclical nature of woman that is in deep relations to the earth… relations we need to nurture and help grow if we are to live WITH the earth, not just on it, or off it.

We can use our heads, our hands, our feet, checking accounts, and reverse park the trailer, but can we use the belly of goodness we walk around with every day?

If the first wave was our vote, the second our financial freedom, perhaps the third is our body right’s, to a fully functional fertile cycle and a body that we can trust and remember how to give birth.

For there is no pill to cure us, no surgery to make it all better, this wave is the understanding that there is NO TECHNOLOGICAL SOLUTION to being a woman. We are women, we are built this way for a reason, we have real purpose and value just the way we are. Our core design is incredible, our bodies a series of stunningly beautiful events that unfold gently over our lives to stretch us as we grow into the whole women we were always meant to be… cherished for our particular version of Luna-See, that brings forth a a sight that logic cannot bear, a knowing, a ken of what really lies there, beyond the veil between life and death with birth as power-filled with all the possibilities of the child and this brand new family.

By honouring ALL of her, each woman as valid in her experience of life not pathologizing into varying shades of wrong, as a race we can become ONE, living WITH this blessed Earth.

Can you feel the Red Tide Rising? If so, How does it show up in your world?

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I had a power filled Wednesday. Started with my substitute lecturer not showing up, fine more time to study for the test in the tutorial. I get to this test, and I kid you not, 3/4 of it was algebra. This is meant to be Project Management Fundamentals, and I’m calculating, to three decimal points, the learning curve on a group of human beings that are building 50 concrete boxes called houses, when in the past they have usually taken 20 days to complete one, and the consultant says that they should be able to do it in 17… Oh my Goddess… can anyone else here see the place where my rage comes from and why it burns me so? When was it ok to reduce humanity to this level of quantification? When did we agree to a life being spent doing these kinds of calculations… well I didn’t. I wrote out why this was the most insulting, banal and useless piece of information that I did not consider university education. Felt good, and still does, not a second of remorse.

Standing outside of my uni, I felt great and yet needed to do something in the most other direction… I had heard that there was an incredible installation at the National Vic, Gallery, by Bill Viola. I had not met this work before, and I am so grateful to the sister who spoke so lyrically about the experience left in her body… for that is what I wanted. To be touched gently by art in my body after being been so enraged in heart and mind by academia.

The piece of art is called Ocean without a Shore

I was with this moment between death and life, the veil, for over an hour… it fed me, nourished me and soothed me. Reminding me of the incredible state that it is to be an alive human. That we may loose it in a moment. I could go home after that, knowing that where I put my attention, on the bigger broader parts of being human is as valid as the three decimal points.

May your life be truly rewarding and valid for you!

Blessings of the Blood, Katherine.

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I’ve just woken from a dream, perhaps in more ways than one. In my dream: women and children were running, hiding, protecting themselves from men, wild murderous men, but there were even some men, protecting us women and children from themselves, creating boundries that they could communicate through but not get through. They felt fearful of themselves and the damage they could do. I was very afraid in the dream, running a number of times from different types of situations, sometimes it seemed as if very real violence was coming at me, but mostly(if not all) it was the intent of violence, the sirens or the sun setting, (there seemed to be a time element to the onset of the violence) The women I was with constantly changed, from my mother and daughter, to biological sister, to my blood sisters, then there were random women, but ALWAYS was there this sense of defending eachother, of looking out for one another, well to a degree… There was a woman, really pregnant, just due, that had moved around/past me in an anonomus state. Then again later she seemed so seperate from the rest of us. Then the last time I saw her, she had impaled her stomach with round spiky hair brush, blood all over it, then she left to die.

There was one scene where we were being rushed out of somewhere (with sirens), so that we could survive, and the getaway vehicle was a flat bed truck with it’s flat bed tilted down so that we could run and jump on to it, pulling eachother up to safety.

The men that were protecting us from themselves were very sad, as well as adament that the precautions were nessecary. Constantly creating distance but remaining present.

I woke with a start, aware of the many layers… Man and his beast, a subject of study yesterday. Being afraid of it as women and children, men being afraid of their own. Women can access this beast too, we’ve been breeding that kind of woman for a while now, one that can totally override the heart matter and switch on the violence, the power over.

Are we all just the animal under the thin veneer of cultural training over the top. BUT is that animal truly violent? the difference between the ability to kill and the creulty to others that only humans seem to be capable of??

Phil Cleary spoke at the Readings part of the V-Day Festival. His twenty year journey since the violent murder of his sister, whose killer was given a reduced sentence due to the law of provocation, Phil’s life, a powerful life. He has been part of removing this “law of provocation” that states, the “madness” a woman can instil in a man makes it not really his fault… which smells of the open meat statements.

As my psyche seems to be sifting through all of this theory in my dreams, I am struck by another reading done that weekend, about the tenderness of wolves, the sweet absence of blood among preditors.

In theory, the bigger our brains got, the more we could think, we began to seperate ourselves from the animal nature of being the animal that we are, with instincts. There began the long journey of discovery of free will, choice, delayed gratification, reward and punishment, power over… and perhaps now, a gentle blossoming of the power within.

As the globe over begins to question, change and embrace this next level of women/men relations… we have a chance to explore that which can be created…

An ode to waking up!

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