Posts Tagged ‘Lori Welbourne’

Contemplating my bad

 

Mentally reviewing the last 3 years attempting to network my book in my local community.. I realize my bad was dramatically reacting to their bad.. but of course I didn’t know what I didn’t know.. and that is what I know now…and it’s that I wouldn’t ever be accepted or be welcomed in their house of belonging due to the subject matter of my book ” Women’s sexuality ” Even though my book is tasteful and factual.. even though it is artistic and intellectual.. although very amateurish.. I wouldn’t ever of been accepted into their polished, conservative perspectives.. as they are comfortable in doing things the way they always have done them.. and I had no idea that the art culture in Kelowna and area.. are to support professionalism.. vs professionalism supporting the arts.. or any form of balance between the two. I had no idea of the fact that the people who create the culture in Kelowna, through the arts they decide to promote or show.. through the networking groups and organizations that they have created and run.. are groups and organizations based upon professional conservatism ..and that they are subject to their perspectives of good clean family values or MORALS.

My bad or my fault was to keep trying to break down their barriers and prejudices.. my fault was to keep trying to break through their walls and to try to change them after I had realized they all held the same views and they were not going to change them. Yes what they did and how they do things is wrong.. it is black and white..if you profess to include everyone in your groups and organizations..but exclude me due to the subject matter of women’s sexuality that is sexism..that is prejudice and that is black and white.. WRONG..But by me getting beside myself with anger and frustration.. with that anger and frustration turning inward inside of me ..to lead to suicidal thoughts a year ago ( I am doing really well now thanks ) but by allowing them that room in my mind, and heart they had won..and it gave them an excuse to call me crazy and a drama queen.. it gave them an excuse as a group..as individuals.. to keep excluding me..to never let me in..to not allow me to network in their groups or have speaking platform.. because of my emotions.. me attempting to hold them accountable on my blog by writing about every experience .. it made them feel justified.. so the did win. I should of realized that it was a battle that I couldn’t win after loosing so many rounds in the fight.. I should of seen it was draining.. sucking my vitality and life force.. it was taking away my confidence..as I was starting to see myself through their eyes.. I should of just walked off that battle field and realized not a single one of them was ever worth it.. that belonging or being accepted by them wasn’t ever worth loosing my sense of self over.. I should of seen much earlier that they wouldn’t ever be my audience.. because they are afraid of change.. even though they peach change and equality.. even though they go on and on about authenticity and having the courage to be different and follow your dreams.. I should of seen much sooner that these were just words of self promotion.. but I didn’t know, then what I know now.. now that I have watched them..now that I have gotten to know their patterns of make believe personas .. I sure wish I knew then what I know now..  but I am headstrong…and sometimes being headstrong can be a double edged sword..it can make you tough..but also it can make you blind to your own stubborn.. and gawd I am that.

I have a temper and righteous anger.. but now I know how to spot them because they all sound the same.. the all run in the same circles and all spout the same self-righteous crap. I can see the arrogance ..as they think they can do no wrong..and they have the power in numbers to keep their delusion of grandeur. But my bad was believing it.. comparing myself to them.. feeling like I don’t measure up because I don’t have the qualification or the professional experience that they all seem to have..but I have learned that most of their qualifications are hyped up bullshit.. my bad was not seeing it sooner.

The truth is I was and still am, their mirror.. a mirror that doesn’t work through the lens of their own rose colored glasses..but a mirror that shows them their lies and prejudices.. a mirror that shows them the truth…and that is ” Same as it ever was.. same as it ever was.” and it will always be the same old..for them..and that’s exactly why they don’t want to let me in or anyone else in that doesn’t communicate or network with in the frames of their comfort levels.. because they are afraid …

And there is my bad again..I didn’t understand it was really their fear and ignorance..it really didn’t have much to do with me.. change is a painful process..that they don’t want to face.

If there ever is a similar circumstance in my life again.. I walking away sooner.. I not going to fight battles I cannot win when I could change my strategy and change what I can.. I will accept much sooner..what I cannot not change.

The Goddess

Venus is the other side of Artemis; she is the softer side of the huntress. All of the Goddess archetypes are present in all women; but they all ad up to one Great Goddess, just as one great woman expresses her many Inner Goddesses through her daily life or at different times in her life she may express one Goddess more strongly than others. The injured Venus exists in many women today; the woman with the Inner Injured Venus is sexually inhibited by religion and the sexual repression put on women to be nice; to be good girls. Many women are sexually injured due to sexual harassment, rape and slut shaming..and so their Inner Venus is like a seed inside of them that has yet to take up root, grow and bloom.. many sexually injured women must first heal themselves by finding the root cause of the sexual injury..and then they have to give themselves tender loving care.. healing starts with self love and self acceptance.. many women have yet to embrace their own flesh and sexuality past social stigmas so that they can let their Inner Venus rise like the phoenix.. as women we need to feel and be safe to express our Divine Feminine.. so it is that we need men to rise into their Divine Masculine and protect and honor; respect and uphold the Inner Venus in each woman so that she may rise into her Divinity..and with that he rises also.. because the archetype of Venus is so buried and shamed in modern day patriarchial society.. the world has become a brutal, ugly and cold place.. we need her; her love and beauty to bring us to grace.

From the book ~ The Goddess an Expression of the Divine Feminine~ Available on Amazon.ca

Venus

 

Goddess of love and beauty; she represents the feminine charm and emotions.  Venus is the queen of seduction; with the magic of her charms she turns animal lust into romance and love. She takes a man’s heart with her innocence and sensuality. To the cold hard world she brings softness and tenderness.

 

She is the Goddess that rings in the spring; she represents fertility and joy; the joy that only love can bring. She is born from the foam of the sea; this shows that she is deep with emotion and quite unfathomable to the male understanding. She is an emotional mystery.

 

Venus is proud and dignified; the Golden Goddess as she shines with her attractiveness; charming men so intensely it is as if they have been filled with venom; filled with a sweet seductive poison. The poison of her charms arouses men, causing them to be won over in spite of themselves. This is the man struck with love; like the love of Cupid’s arrows, struck so hard he walks in circles, this is what sweet Venus does to him.

 

She causes men to become aroused with one look or just one sound; the smell of her perfume drives him wild and with one gentle touch he is brought down.  Venus needs him to worship her; she needs him to swoon at her touch; she loves his love and his lust.

 

She seeks a man that is her direct opposite; as she is soft she needs a man that is a strong masculine man; to her, his masculinity makes her feel even more feminine and desired; she loves to watch him make love to her. Venus loves to temper his lust; as she fills life with her beautiful touch. She loves beauty so much that she surrounds her world and his with art; music and good food. Venus thrives in the differences of the sexes.

 

As a woman she has a very open heart and a gentle touch; she loves sex so much. She loves to play it up, to build the momentum throughout the day; teasing him and pleasing him and herself. She sets the scene for love. She lives for love and loves to live; Venus is in love with love.

Make Love to Me

 

Take me with one look, across the room, I see you

 

My heart speeds up, my breath quickens, my knees feel weak, my blood peaks

 

Make love to me

 

Kiss me, softly, firmly, hotly

 

Make love to me

 

Throw me down, crush me with your body, I taste you and you taste me, I smell your scent all over me

 

Make love to me

 

Penetrate and thrust, beg me not to stop, pull my hair, and roll around everywhere

 

Make love to me

 

I want to hear you scream, I want here your release, I want to know I please, when you please me too

 

Make love to me

FLESH

 

Sweet and tender flesh

How I love the feel of a soft caress

To watch the candle light dance

To taste the finest wine

The flesh it is divine

 

My soft round breast

I hold my babe close

I nurture life from my own

Little one drink from me

From my soul

 

My breast they hold you

I hold my lover within them

I hold his head so gently

Within the warmth of me

Lovingly I expose my vulnerability

 

My supple body brings forth life

I feel it take up inside

The quickening of tiny feet

I feel the fluttering deep in me

Nothing more could feel so right

 

I love the sunlight on my skin

The green grass beneath my bare feet

The wind it touches me

The sweetness of abundance nourishes me

All is right

 

Velvet skin holds my soul in

Satin hair crowns my head

My delicateness is wonderful

My existence is bliss

Oh how I love my skin.

BEAUTY

 

The beauty of a woman’s nature is in her strength,

 

It is in her way to fight the good and true fight,

 

It is in her way to listen to her heart.

 

To quiet the suffering soul,

 

It is in her nature to nurture and put love first,

 

This is the beauty of a woman’s soul.

 

She makes the brutal world a beautiful place

 

She makes beauty from her grace,

 

She is the tree that bends in the winds of change

 

She is soft strength, she doesn’t break,

 

Somehow she finds a way to make it all ok,

 

She is the soft and tender heart,

 

She is the place to rest your weary head,

 

She brings you sweet love from nothingness

 

All of this lives within her heart,

 

A heart so boundless and abundant that she makes love from hopelessness,

 

She is a Goddess

 

She is in your dreams and in your wakefulness

 

She is the reason you exist

 

She brings her heart to you wide open

 

And it is her body that you crave

 

It is her soft sweet skin and the smell of her silky hair that you can’t resist

 

To not have her is to have nothing at all but emptiness

 

She is the one to come to when you need to cry

 

She will meet you with arms wide,

 

She is all that is wonderful to you,

 

To not have her is to have ugliness

 

To not have her is not to have a reason for life

 

To not have her is to have the world cold and hard,

 

She is the softness,

 

She is the tenderness,

 

She is the sweetness,

 

Her sensuality,

 

Beauty.


Don’t let them dull your sparkle

 

It really felt like the last day of summer in Kelowna BC today.. because of the intense smoke from the forest fires the beaches were almost empty today.. not normal for the end of August in a summer tourist destination.. My kids were away for the entire week on vacation with my ex husband; their father.. I hit the gym hard.. and stayed in to work online. But it being my last day of freedom I decided to brave the smoke.. get off line..and out of the gym and get the hell outside.. I just wanted to get one more paddle boarding in before the weather cooled down. I didn’t want to rent from this one woman because she is in with the clicks in Kelowna.. the snotty bitches and the snotty bastards.. those people who judge me for my book.. for the topic of sexuality.. who just judge me for being different period; but as I drove from beach to beach they were the only rentals that I could find that were renting.. and that’s what I told the young woman working for the snotty woman.. she told me that she wanted to pack everything up and not rent to me.. but I told her ” You have all your rentals out.. your trailer is open.. you haven’t packed anything up..it’s only 1 pm and I ready to give you my money.” Unbelievably she got her “boss” on the phone to ask her if it was ( Ok) to rent to me.. I haven’t ever experienced such rudeness as a customer in my life!.. Then she only wanted me to rent for 1 hr.. even though I am a paying customer, I had to talk her into letting me rent for 2 hrs { I NEVER! } I just couldn’t believe the rudeness as she tried to guilt trip me of the likelihood that I could loose a $200 paddle and end up owning them? It was truly twilight zone material.. the shit just blows my mind.. but fuck them.. “rent me a board ..get your drama and your bullshit outta my face.. “and then off I went..off to open water and the wild blue yonder .. but what a bunch a shit..

The beginning of my stay vacation on the paddle board, I was thinking about my Summer of Fuckery in Kelowna BC.. 2015 Summer of Fuckery.. first it was the photographer on the first day of summer…that pretended to be my friend.. to have me believe that he was going to take lovely well finished professional shots of me for my Free The Nipple post on this here blog.. to send me totally unfinished shots just to fuck with me for his snotty Kelowna connections.. of snotty bitches..and other snotty photographers..and other snotty artist .. etc.. etc.. that blew my mind.. Oh the fuckery..from the fuckers..

Then it was meeting with a local man ..who was oh so charming at first.. and I fell for him hard.. I feel in love at first sight.. Like a stupid, childish girl.. only to see that he met with me and followed me on facebook to get revenge on me, for his snotty friends in Kelowna Society.. and I was heartbroken.. truly broken by that.. I cried.. I wept.. I got angry.. I was shocked.. I was metaphorically run through by an arrow well aimed .. not for love or passion ..but for the pure sake of feeding his ego..and his friend’s egos..for the sake of fuckery.. from the fuckers.. I thought as I paddled ..

But then something wonderful happened after I paddled under the bridge.. I found a spot were the water was greener than green… and as I sat down on the board I felt like I was looking into a perfectly decorated fish tank.. long green underwater plants spiraled up to meet me and little blue minnows danced between then.. and I was present with them..with the peace and serenity .. the tranquility that I craved.. that my soul needed to heal.. to breath .. to let go of them.. and I thought ” Fuck them ” Fuck them and their bullshit posturing for social popularity.. I am Amazing Grace.. I am peace and I am Grace Under Pressure.. I am beautiful despite their nastiness and pettiness .. I am like these little minnows swimming sweetly in their bliss.. I don’t care what they think.. I just don’t care..” just give me the board and the paddle and get the fuck outta my face.’” And then I came to a place were the osprey nested..and they called out ..and I called back to them..and they got louder and I sang back to them..and they swooped and swooshed over my board.. and then a flock of Canadian geese flew big circles around me before deciding to land close by me..and I heard the music in their wings..their perfect timing.. and the water ripped greens, purples and blues..the smoke from the fires didn’t bother me at all..as I sat in a yoga posture..to meditate in nature.. the board under me rocking in the soft waves like a cradle..and I knew they just didn’t matter.. not at all.. not at all.. I am in my center.. in my own still center.

When I brought the board back..they were just as rude.. they had packed everything up.. I brought the board in 10 min early..but the didn’t even acknowledge me..they practically ignored me.. they didn’t even hand me my belongings from their trailer.. I had to reach in and grab my beach bag and purse myself..and then search for my shoes ..

I sat on the park bench to put on my shorts, shirt and shoes..I said to an older man sunbathing ” I will never rent from that woman again.” I told him what happened.. we talked for a bit.. He was a real estate developer from Montreal .. we talked about my book.and his business.. he asked me ” Should I buy some land here.. ?” I told him too.. I said “Kelowna is a goldmine for real estate development .. everyone wants to retire here or own a summer condo.. if you have that kind of money.. you should do it.” he told he was traveling all over Canada looking for land to purchase for developments.. then he said to me ” You are someone very special.. you sparkle.. your energy is amazing.. you have that certain something..a star quality that not many people have but wish they had.. when you first started talking to me, before you told me about your troubles here in your city.. I thought you were already a famous person on vacation here.. you don’t fit in here because your energy and sparkle are bigger than here.. you belong in high places.. you shine..don’t let them dull your sparkle.” he proclaimed in a thick French Canadian accent .. the he said ” Beat them with gratitude .. you are beautiful, healthy and very intelligent..be grateful that you are not like them.” And then he shook my hand.. he had a nice firm hand shake… and as I left we wished each other well and blessed…

And then I stopped to smell the flowers.. because I am grateful for the tiny bit of summer we have left..

I am grateful.

Over him

 

It’s such a wonderful liberating moment when you realize you are fully over a guy. I was putting on my makeup at the gym this morning after a brutal workout.. one leg up high on the counter like a dancer..as a song came on and he suddenly burst into my mind.. of course it was the song that was playing when I met him.. but as he entered my mind with the song I realized I hadn’t thought of him for a long time..and that is when I knew I was over him… then my mind went back to the few men that I have encountered over the last several years; after my separation and divorce..and I relished at the thoughts of being over them too..and then in my mind I thanked my ex husband’s mistress for taking him off my hands..I began to be really honest with myself..and my own bullshit.

I really like my freedom right now.. I think I always did..as soon as the ex left.. I think my spirit soared even though my heart was broken by the rejection..but I think subconsciously I drove him away.. because he was boring LOL LOL LOL and he wasn’t very smart.. he was awful in bed..he was boring in bed too!… I think it was a sweet self-sabotage .. that was really like a prison run!

And now here I am.. an independent single mom..and yes sometimes it’s scary.. it’s a lot of work..and I do get lonely.. and because I am not the type that sees sex as recreation .. I really miss having sex ..but I have learned about my own body and I am really good at pleasuring myself.. waaaaaaaaaaaay better than my ex ( hahaha ) my sex life got a lot better without him in the room.. but ya know the few guys that I have been with since then..{ very disappointing }.. and if they were half decent in bed they weren’t out of the bedroom.. having a guy fuck with your head, energy and time just isn’t worth it.. so truly there hasn’t been one guy to this date that has been worth giving up my single life for.. but now I love being alone.

I love that feeling of getting over a guy.. just walking away.. closing that emotional door..and bolting for the open meadows.. fuck it! Like the runaway bride.. I don’t ever want a traditional relationship again.. I don’t want the wedding.. I don’t want to be WIFEY .. GAWD NO!  I am really not keen on meeting his mother either.. I don’t want to be whittled way by a guy ever again.. they do this thing; where they slowly try to change you into their MOTHER! NOOOoooooooooooo! You see it all the time.. a woman that is hot and sexy gets into a relationship…gets engaged..and then she starts to get motherly looking..she starts to dress more conservatively or motherly..or just fucking frumpy .. then she starts to get lumpy ( fat ) and out of shape..and she starts to loose herself in his life! GAWD NO! She starts to loose her metaphorical voice..she tones it down.. dumbs herself down.. his opinion becomes hers! FUCK! Cause guys like kind women.. doormats to marry LOL! So he domesticates her with guilt trips and hidden agendas..and constantly compares her to his friends wives and his fucking mother. And 5 years later she looks in the mirror and sees a stranger.. she says ” Who the fuck am I ?”

I can be kind..but I can be a little, wild bitch..and ya know what..I like both sides of myself.. I like my wild, little, bitch, badass.. tell it like it is..give it to you strait up ..wild child self..and when I am in the mood to bake or cook and sing and be like Disney I do..but fuck being a doormat ..fuck dumbing myself down for some guy who is a big baby.. who can’t get over his mommy.. fuck that!

I am so over that guy.. calling him a pussy is a complement.. pussy are awesome.. he is an asshole.. I am over him.

If a guy is going to enter my life.. he is going to be intelligent, emotionally mature.. he doesn’t have to be rich or be super hot.. just my kinda hot.. my kinda wild fire.. and he isn’t going to be some boring shit.

I can’t see me sitting at charity events.. with some boring rich bastard.. nor can I see me tolerating Mr.Charming and tolerating his incessant need for public adoration.. I need a man who has a wild roaming spirit..someone to challenge me.. mentally.. not some boring, big baby ego maniac.

Or maybe once again this is my own bullshit.. maybe secretly I am like the wind.. nothing and no one can hold me in..tie me down .. maybe I am like my native grandfather.. I am gypsy.. I am just gonna follow the moon and the stars..

It’s a mystery even to me?

The Goddess

 

( From the book ~ The Goddess an Expression of the Divine Feminine ~ ) Available on Amazon.ca

Isis the Star


Isis is the root of all the Goddesses of ancient times; she is the Divine Mother. Isis is the soul of the Star Sirius. Sirius is believed to be the gateway to the higher consciousness through the River of Stars. Therefore it is believed that Isis brought forth the higher consciousness of the Divine through her incarnation on this earth. Isis represents Mother Nature or the Mother of all humanity and all living things.

Isis incarnated to become The Muse of the civilized world; she was known as The Lady Of Love, protection, healing, beauty, fertility, art, music, abundance, mystery and magic; to name a few of her attributes.

As civilization sprang forth from Egypt it is believed that the root of all religion comes from this era in time. Isis, Osiris (her husband) and Horus (Their Divine Son) were all molded into Greek and Roman Mythology and through the Roman Catholic Church they were woven into Christianity. Mary Mother of Jesus is said to be Isis and Horus.

Jesus has been called the Morning Star in the bible as he originated from the belief that Isis and her descendants came from the Star Sirius and Sirius is the heavenly proof of their Divine Origin of the Higher Consciousness of Divinity.

 

It is believed that Isis and her family were real living people and that all of us come from this pool of DNA; our Divinity is our divine birthright. It is the established organized world order that wishes to keep control of their elite status through controlling the masses by fear. The fear that this so called cult or paganism will damn us all to hell; but in truth all is one and the root of the Egyptian Ancient culture taught that all originated from one divine source.

 

In moving away from sacredness and the wisdom that sex is an act of sacred union, we have soiled the sacred and lost ourselves in our own profanity. It is the goal of the elite to keep those under them down; the divine teaches that all is equal and that the truly civilized are wise enough to love and cherish the differences between the sexes and to understand the duality of the soul.  A truly divine civilization lives in a state of compassion. This is and was the Divine plan.

Heaven Sent

 

 

 

Heaven sent me to love,

Heaven filled me with light,

A light so bright,

Soft and white,

To pull you into my heart.

 

Heaven sent me to you,

To show you the right thing to do,

I am filled with warmth,

To comfort you,

I am here for you.

 

Heaven sent me to guide,

I am the pureness of truth,

I am to show you,

You,

I will bring you joy.

 

Heaven sent me to understand,

To show and bring wisdom in,

Into your heart,

To show you,

The soul you are.

 

Heaven sent me here,

To help and protect,

I  am here to remind you,

You are all,

You are light.

 

Heaven sent I am,

I illuminate,

I shine,

I bring in a higher way,

A pathway to the stars.

 

Heaven sent me to open your heart,

To show you the way through,

I will walk with you,

Through the pain and fear,

To bring you back,

To love.

 

Heaven sent the light,

The light is love,

Through the heart,

We all are saved,

We all have Heaven.

From Beyond

 

You saw me leave my body

But I am not gone

I am here as energy

I am here for eternity

 

I will never leave your side

I will guide you gently on

I was never gone

I am in the great beyond

 

I speak to you in your dreams

I live within a song

I move on the wind

I am and I will live on

 

I will fill your heart with love

I will bring hope

I am your shining star

I will carry you through

 

I whisper to your soul

I come to you unexpectedly

I come to you when your heart calls me

I will always be with you.

Use Me

 

I am nothing without you

I am your instrument

I need you to hold me

Hold me in your hands,

 

I empty myself

I make room for you

I need your divinity

Please use me,

 

I understand that I am your creation

I understand through this wisdom

I know that I live for this

For this time and place

To be in this space of nothingness,

 

Please use me

Play your music through me

Create using me

Bring peace through me

I live for this and nothing less,

 

I am your instrument

I am your paintbrush

I am your canvas

I am your pen and your paper

Please use me,

 

Nothing I want more than this

Is to set my ego aside

To see that I am more than this

To be your tool to create bliss

Please use me,

 

I surrender to this

This is my reason to exist

To be one with you

I must surrender myself

I must use my gifts,

 

I am filled with your light

I will help it shine

I will bring it forth,

By putting me aside

I am yours

When I chose to be the submissive

The Goddess

( From the book ~ The Goddess an Expression of the Divine Feminine ~ ) Available on Amazon.ca

MAD

 

I am mad because I am done with being judged as a woman!

 

I am mad because society has no compassion.

 

I am mad because all the tenderness and the kindness of humanity is locked behind selfishness and greed.

 

I am so sick of men trying to make me into either a virgin or a whore! I am sick of it; what the heck is up with that?

 

Women are either puritan or porn star. You’re the guy’s mother or his tramp!

 

A tramp is a woman that likes and wants sex; his mother is the opposite, you see to all his other needs and then lay down and go through the motions; telling him and yourself your doing it for him so you’re not a tramp.

 

Of course women who are single mothers; looking for a man are just trashy! How dare a single mother like me not make her kids her only priority? God forbid that I should need and want my basic needs for love and partnership met! God forbid that I want someone to share my life with; someone to laugh with, cry with and yes have sex with; I would rather say it as having someone to make love to and be made love to; but NO, that’s just being man crazy and a bad freaken mother!

 

Double fricken standards put on women by society; Sex is dirty or pure; that’s bullshit! It isn’t either! Sex is a way that two people come together to build and maintain intimacy and it is a physical release. Why can’t we all just grow up!?

 

Why do we have to make things evil or good? Why can’t we just see things for the way they are? Gees ya know? It’s just so childish the way we have to label everyone as either good or bad when we ourselves are both! We are all human; we have a basic need for love and to be touched physically.

 

It is the taboo that we put on sex that makes it dirty or pure; it is our childish perspectives; Gawd we need to get a grip!

 

Society needs to grow up! We need to stop telling women to be plastic freaks, with Botox filled faces and fake boobs; starving ourselves to look the way we are told is attractive.

 

Men;  you guys have got to start seeing women as people with souls and hearts that are easily broken; a woman’s heart is as tender as her breast; we are so fragile we need love and tenderness! We need to be held and heard and seen!

 

The human body is a miracle in its self; it is creation’s finest work of art; it is beautiful, sensual and amazing. We treat our bodies like crap! We eat crap! We don’t exercise enough! Or we go to the other polar opposite and we starve and over work ourselves for fashion and not for HEALTH!

 

We are out of balance.. Everything is black or white; good or evil. We don’t have any compassion for the fallen soul… even though we are all fallen and imperfect.

 

I just want to know where is the love?

 

I myself am so sick of being looked at and sized up; I am bad mom cause I am sexy and free spirited..why? How do people jump to that?

 

I am writing my book to show that women can be sexual; be mothers; be grandmothers; be professionals; WE CAN BE WHAT WE WANT! Oh it is said to us; but in our repressed society it is not true; we are not given that room; we are still fighting for our freedom to be people in our own right. If I am a mother it doesn’t mean I turn into a child again because I have children. It is like society is afraid that if a mother is a sensual being she is messing up her kids; but the opposite is true; to be repressed sexually is to teach your children the same damn thing.

 

What is being sexual; IT IS IN YOUR TRUE NATURE…gawd!

 

It doesn’t make you are dirty; God made men and women to fit into each other or if you don’t believe in God then science and nature did that! And so being the civilized humans that we are supposed to be means that we can express our sexuality with dignity.. *sigh*

 

Diginity; meaning that we honor our sexuality; understand it’s importance while not hurting ourselves and others with uncontrolled urges. So that means not to become so entrenched in your sexuality that it becomes an addiction; meaning sex is all you live for and think about constantly; because life should be lived in balance for health; emotional, spiritual, physical and mental health.

 

But to be aware and proud of your sexuality is perfectly healthy!

 

Being ashamed of the human body is ignorant; being ashamed of your own body is insecurity and self-defeating.

 

The way to love your own body is to take care of your body and to do away with media hype and learn to accept and love your imperfections…damn it!

 

I just hope by writing this book that I can show humanity how to live in health and compassion.

 

Women’s sexuality is totally misrepresented in the media; we are still seen as plastic dolls that are bad girls if we like sex and seek sex out; we are tramps and we deserve to be used my men cause we like sex.. It’s crap! Good girls are shown as being there just for a man’s comfort and needs.. Period! It’s crap!

 

Women do like sex with love… we need tenderness; we need not to be held up to an impossible standard by our men.. We need to take the time to look after ourselves and love our bodies; without guilt trips for caring and nurturing ourselves and not just everyone else.

The Goddess

( From the book ~ The Goddess an Expression of the Divine Feminine ~ ) Available on Amazon.ca

The Martyr

 

You will find her busy all day and night; she seems to take on the world single handedly, she chooses suffering as service. She chooses to suffer by neglecting herself, by putting others needs before her own. Her house is never clean enough, her children never quite live up to her high standards and her mate cannot do as good of a job with the chores as she can.

 

She wears her suffering as a badge of high standing; the world owes her for her enduring suffering. She sleeps little; she doesn’t sit to eat, because she is still puttering around the kitchen. But those she serves are never at ease as they are made to feel uncomfortable with her steady glare as they sit down to eat. She is not enjoying her dinner, but you must enjoy yours to please her. But she cannot sit to eat; but you must, as it will make her happy to be unhappy.

 

She takes up every cause; she works at every charity, she works her fingers to the bone, she is out of shape, she says she doesn’t have the time for such things because someone has to do all the work; of course she means her. She tells you that it must be nice to sit and read, she tells you it must be nice to have time to have your nails done. She says she doesn’t have the time to do these indulgent things; the entire world would fall apart without her running things.

In her presents you must do as she thinks is right. Your house must be clean, just the way she cleans hers, you should live your life through your children as she does hers. She puts them first at all times, they are in all the sports and extra activities, even if it means she cannot afford things for herself. The Martyr puts herself last as all good women should. She suffers so much for you; but you don’t seem to care, she thinks, as you do not take care of her the way she takes care of you. She does everything for you; she thinks of you first, she doesn’t sleep at night so that all the coffee beans are ground just right for you. She folds all the laundry just right in the middle of the night; she gets up at 5 am to start making bread from scratch, she cleans the walls, she cans veggies from her garden and just like in the good old days; she hangs the laundry on the line. She does it all just for you. She smothers you with her advice that you are too selfish to take. She would die for you and she tells you so; but she says you don’t care enough about her to do the same.

 

Her husband pushes her away; he is so sick of the nagging, but he is spoilt by her constant care, the Martyr needs a jailor and he has taken up the role in the dysfunction by accepting and the expecting her constant care. She blames him for her over working and he blames her for his emotional misery; the circle is constant as they feed off each other’s codependence.

 

The Martyr lives in every woman to some degree as we have been taught by women throughout the centuries in these behavioral patterns. Good women cook and clean; good women do not complain; good women make the man the head of the household; good women are under him as his servant. A good women exist to make his life more comfortable at their own expense. Good women do not enjoy life; they do not play, they do not nurture themselves they nurture everyone else while becoming depleted, boring and bitter.

 

This woman is a child; she manipulates like a crying infant to get her way. What she wants is to be is the one taken care of by others, she manipulates by using her suffering to inflict guilt and shame on those she loves to bind them to her. If she gave herself love and nurturing instead of giving it all away to others she could find her emotional maturity. If she stopped playing the game of “Poor little me” she could have time to live her life instead of trying to live her life through others. The truth is she is afraid, she is scared of taking responsibility for herself, for her life and to take risks on her own of her own creations and passions. The Martyr hides behind others so that she doesn’t have to blaze her own trail; so that she doesn’t have to risk, fail and succeed on her own. The Martyr is afraid to live.

 

All women are socially conditioned to be her; we have been conditioned by princess fairytales through Hollywood; to live our lives through our men and children. It is time woman took control and responsibility of our own risk to succeed, fail and succeed.

Beautiful Menstrual Blood

 

There is power in the blood..but it isn’t in the blood of Jesus..it was in the blood of Mary, of Isis and of Inanna.. she didn’t come from his rib..he has always come from her womb..and he also had a womb within her womb.. from 0 to 8 weeks of gestation inside the womb.. he was a she..and so it is The Goddess lives within the man..and so it is that he is always trying to find away to get back home to her..but he has lost his way in attempting to claim the power of the womb for himself.. ( The Patriarchy ) are the men whom have gone astray from The Great Mother by trying to claim her blood or womb for themselves..for their own power plays.. or ego fears that if women come into the power of their wombs ..the power of life..the cradle of life that exists within them..that they would do as the egocentric Patriarchy do..and that is to use the sacred blood to control all humanity for the sake of power and greed..and so they shamed the blood of The Great Mother..and made her sex evil; she was made to cover her nursing breasts.. and not allowed to enter the male based religious temples while she bleed..as she was labeled unclean and dirty.. and so it is to this very day women are shamed into covering up..to cleaning up.. the organic nature of their nurturing, dripping fertility ..their gold.. their treasure.. buried in shame..and that is why I am writing this post as I bleed..

Today I loved myself..as I felt my body get ready to shed my red velvet lining.. like the lining of a treasure chest.. I felt very emotional.. listening to classical music; I felt my bottom lip quiver ..as the music fit so tenderly with my tender heart and womb.. I was wakened in the middle of the night with cramps..and crazy dreams.. and I knew.. it was time to be tender with myself..

Every time I bleed I think of my past pregnancies..and I think about how my children grew inside of me using my blood for a bed.. using my body for comfort and food..and because my breast are tender like they were during pregnancy, I think about how much I loved nurturing each one of my children with my breast milk.. I think about how my body and every women’s body is a wonderland.. is magic.. how sensual we are.. just like the Earth herself..how she holds our lives by the dirt under our feet..that what we think of as dirty like menstrual blood..is organic and fertile.. and I feel intense emotion and love for The Great Mother..and I feel one with her.. and I feel that I am lying at her breasts.. nestled in her great cradle of life..and I think women’s blood is gold… golden and rich with possibilities ..

But then I remember all the shame I encountered as a young woman..only being 10 when I first bleed.. the shame put onto me by society.. not to smell like blood, not to leak blood.. not show the lump in my paints that my pad made.. how horrible gym was.. how awful the boys were.. how intolerant and even cruel male teachers could be.. I remember feeling that way into my 20s.. how sad a society that we treat girls and woman like dirty little things.. for having wombs and breasts..for having the power within them to create life..to chose to nurture life or not to ..

Now I am 45..and I have bled for 35 years..and now that I know my blood is sacred.. now that I know my blood is magic..soon I will enter a new phase..the dark moon phase of The Goddess.. when my womb will no longer bleed.. but now my womb has taught me wisdom..and that is The Dark Moon Phase.. I am wise.. wise to the ways of the womb and the blood.. and it is my place to teach the Maidens.. those entering into the New Moon Phase.. to teach them to honor their blood.. to see their blood as sacred .. of ancient red gold.. to teach new mothers in the Full Moon Phase of The Goddess.. to nurse uncovered.. to nurse without shame.. to wear the pregnant bellies without shame.. to love their round Full Moon..and flowing Milky Way breasts..as the Milky Way is the Milk of Isis..

And It is my duty to teach men who are conscious and ready… ready to be initiated into the ways of The Great Mother..ready to come home to the womb.. it is my duty as a Goddess.. to show them the way back to their MOTHER .. away from controlling and shaming women.. to honoring, loving and supporting The Goddesses in their lives.. this is the way to his Godhead..to his Inner God.. to see the sacredness in the womb.. the womb that birthed him..the womb he longs for.. the womb that was once his very own..while he lived within the womb.. and this is the infinite wisdom of the ancients.. let it be birthed again through the blood… for we will be saved by the blood of The Goddess… by her compassion.

In a world of my own

 

I found my happiness… it was in acceptance. My dream about Albert Einstein helped me to become conscious of the unconsciousness of others around me..and that I cannot help them.. it is what it is. I had to learn the hard way.. like Alice falling down the rabbit hole and then attending the Mad Hatters tea party.. she realized they were all mad and incapable of seeing or becoming aware of their own madness..and so she had to leave them to it… and so I am. I had to go out into the mad world of my local community and try to attempt to be a part of society; to see that I don’t want to be a part of it.. I want to be a part from it.. I want none of it. It’s funny that they thought I was causing drama because I was drawn into their dramas.. but such is madness..

But one day.. just the other day, as I lay on the grass listening to my son’s joyous laughter..and the laugher of the other children.. I realized that I liked this world so much better.. that there is happiness in letting go of caring what other people think of you..and I realized I wasn’t ever meant to fit in to their world… my level of consciousness is much nicer..and my nightly dreams are now getting even more trippy as I let go and just go with it.. my mind is free of them and their babble,, my spirit is soaring once more… and I am back.. back to myself..and I know now what happiness is.. it’s finding yourself.. your inner bliss.. it’s the love of the simple, sweet moments I spend with my kids.. it’s my workouts,, it’s cooking wonderful organic meals… and sunrises and sunsets.. it’s writing here on my blog..it’s putting paint on canvas.. it’s the deep conversations I have with my teenage daughters about growing into womanhood..

I feel down the rabbit hole..and I fell for the madness.. but now I am back to my senses..and back to myself..and I realize now I shouldn’t of ever trusted madness to define consciousness..there is madness of doing and doing and getting nowhere..but right back were you started…and then there is the good crazy.. and that is being in a world of my own.. the place deep inside of myself.. were I make magic into art.. I give method to madness..now that is my kind of crazy..

let them have their nonsense.. it’s a long road to nowhere..

I will be baking pumpkin pie :) and enjoying life

The Goddess

 

Hidden Goddess

( from the book ~ The Goddess an Expression of The Divine Feminine ~ ) Available on Amazon.ca

Before the formation of the Christian church brought about through the Roman Emperor Constantine the 1st through the First Council of Nicaea in 325 AD; The Goddess was held in high esteem.

 

The temples of Egypt, Greece and Roman were filled with Priestesses and High Priestesses. The Priestesses existed to glorify the soft, beautiful sexuality of women. It was believed that a man came closer to the Divine through intercourse and intimacy of the Priestess; since the Goddess existed through all women, the intimacy that men and women shared glorified creation. It was thought that through her body his animal instincts could be tamed through the release of his sexual tension. This release of all sexual tension brought both the man and the woman closer to the wisdom of the Divine.

Men would enter a temple to be sexually intimate with a Priestess. It was common for a Priestess to have sex with many men, as it was her sacrifice that caused the betterment of all society.

The new emerging Christian Religion was causing problems for the rulers of that time. The religions were overlapping, causing a lack of organized rule. Jesus the man or the believed son of God had been gone for hundreds of years. Many books had been written about the history leading up to his birth and the New Testament was written long after his passing. Jesus the man showed through his actions and words that he saw women as equals; it is proposed that Mary Magdalene was a whore, that Jesus drank wine and that his followers were dirty low life fishermen. Yet the simplicity of the Man and his teachings were eaten up by doctrine, and the roles and the equality of women were marginalized; eventually the equality of women in the Christian faith was stripped away from women due to the rules of religion (doctrine).

Quite simply the Roman Christian faith used sexuality as a road to piety and away into purgatory; the way out of purgatory was through payment; whether the payment be through trade or money. This “damned if you do and damned if you don’t” scenario goes on to this day through all major world religions. State and Country rule through this moral code; a good man who is worthy of Office has a good puritan woman that behaves by his side. He parades his family and wife around with him while he sees to his daily work functions as a politician or as a world leader. The world has been caught up in this unhealthy state of our sexuality for thousands of years.

We are damned sinners for liking sex and then we are over sexualized by the media; as we are sex starved and sex as a taboo sells product.

 

The Goddess has been cast down from her holy and sacred throne by the need for power and control of the masses; simply put the powers that be, have the men by their balls and the women by their ovaries; it is that simple.

By the wisdom of seeing sex and the body as a sacred temple society will be set free of this emotional, mental, physical and spiritual bondage. Sex is not a sin; sex is sacred, the body is sacred, the copulation of men and women is wholesome, pure and natural.

God, The Universe, The Divine; however you wish to see or understand all that is; made men and women to make love, not just for the sake of marriage and babies. We were made to create love and lust to lead us to ecstasy and bliss. This sacred place is found in the sharing of each other.

 

Women have had the burden of hiding their sexuality through the ages; of behaving as society dictates in order not to be shunned by friends and family, church and country.

 

It is up to us to take back the sacred Goddess in each of us; the Goddess that has been hidden through dogma and doctrine; to control the masses through mass fear of damnation. It is true that most women feel damned no matter what direction that they take in life. To be a stay at home mom means not working, to some; even to their husbands, this can be seen as lazy. Mothers that do work out of the home are seen as being neglectful to their children and competing financially with their husbands. Women who chose not to have children to pursue their work and passions are seen as selfish. The Goddess is damned in each woman, if she is a virgin, she is to be respected but then she can be seen as frigid or even freakish. If a woman has sex with more than say 10 men in her life time she can be judged as a slut. If a woman enjoys sex and knows her body; she is sinful and dirty.

It is up to women to reclaim their inner Goddess; to live their lives as they see fit; to own their sex and their bodies. Men want to see us do it; men have missed her, the one that tames him and makes him more of a man by loving him with her body. It is time the Goddess rises to her rightful throne; beside her God, beside her man.

 

We have damned ourselves in hiding her way in dogma; we have raped the earth and depleted our resources out of control and rule. It is time that all becomes sacred again through her rising, it is time to come out of the Dark Ages, it is time for the Golden Age to begin through her wisdom.

The Goddess has been made dirty by society and religion; through this book, through this work, through the photography I mean to clean off the cobwebs and the dirt. To show The Goddess again renewed, reborn, and shining in her true priceless worth.

The Queen of the Universe shall take her rightful place beside her King. It is through their sacred love and the sacred union of their flesh that we come to the New Golden Age.  It is the Age of The Compassionate Heart.

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