Memories of the past
Awaken talents honed
For future worlds
Once upon a timeless night an angel said to me:
"Write your story on a cloud that all may see what you have done and haven't done, for everyone has a story that others need to hear-how they have prospered or thrown their wealth away, how they've made bad choices by ignoring the inner intuitive voices, and good choices by listening, how detours have led them off the path and in that wandering they've met their guides and found their loves.
"Tell them what you've done to complete your karmic cycle-the pains and pleasures-the joy of blending in spirit, body and mind in harmonious partnership, the pain in giving up a child for adoption, the grief in losing a beloved parent, child, or close relative, the sheer exuberance of sprinting along the beach with seagulls flapping and sand whipping your legs, the sense of reverence sitting in the massive halls of a French cathedral where centuries of sacred whispers, chants and prayers of the devoted filled the soaring ceilings and hover still in time and space.
"As you write your current and past life stories, encourage others, especially women, to write theirs-without fear, shame, regret, guilt, or pride. Tell them to write in rhyme, or free verse, or journaling, or in 3rd person, or in a film script, or a children's story, or fairy tale, or romance, or adventure, or thriller, or mystery, or sci fi that may actually be a manifestation of their future."
After writing down the angel's words, I asked, "Hold on. Wait a minute. You mean you want me to give writing lessons on how to write their stories?"
"No," answered the angel, "I want you to give PERMISSION to write their stories. To those who don't think they can write and those who don't think they even have a story, and those who think their lives aren't that important to write about, especially women. I want you to tell them:
"My friend, you have my permission to be important. You have my permission to write your story any way you want, however you feel comfortable.
"It's time to open up to your creative expressions and put them on paper, on canvas, in the computer, in music, on stage or video. Share your story with friends. Ask them to nurture it as you nurture theirs. Let it inspire other women to write, paint, create, and as you gain in expressing your identity, honor yourself and others for doing so.
"Now is the time for completion of your soul's journey and claiming Mastery of your lifetimes. No one-neither priest, rabbi, shaman, pastor, guru or holy one can give you the answers. Your story has the answers and as you complete it, you'll realize how much you actually know.
"You came to earth at this moment to be a part of this historical age. Play your role with lightness and fun, as you stand center-stage. Honor Gaia as she honors you. Be the Light of the New Renaissance. Now is the time for your brilliance to shine in the world!"
And so I began:
Your beauty brings the stars themselves into your brilliance
Your hand impresses Grace herself to know your touch,
And astounds the caverns of my heart to seek your light
Your very presence impels my soul to greater ends
That began swift centuries ago, and
If it be a gross illusion that I live:
Misplaced somewhere in time, a misfit of the age
Belonging somewhere else, where beauty reigns,
And love serene is more than life itself: A Right from birth.
As I perceive through infant eyes the many glories lost and found.
No karmic reasons, no sounds impress upon my ear,
But this I know: the gods inspire, the goddesses create, and
We earthly angels sing their Truth.
For more information on writing your stories and creating non-patriarchal myths, please see my book: "Paint the Sky and Dance: Women and the New Myths," on my website, a holistic guide to: writing your new myth, freeing the 3 aspects of the Inner Child, approaching addictive behaviors in a new way, identifying your tools for transformation, connecting with your guides and angels, and ways to create your up-to-date identity as a powerful Heroic Wise Woman.
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