actions and re-actions

white owlWhat is the split part of me? What if anything do I really fear?
Am I so entrenched in the fears of being alone, that I must make my fear about others and their actions? Re-actions of theirs or our own?

Or do I sit in the quiet silence of my own fear and paranoia and ask myself, who am I to add to the mistrust of others, to the slavery of mankind, to the notion that I am one and I am separate?

For there is no separation, unless we fully believe in it!

There is only love if we make it so, there is only good if we believe it to be and there is a divine plan that at times leads us into the darkened world of chaos, where we dance that crazy dance of wild abandonment to uproot and re-root ourselves, churning up the mud and the debris asking ourselves over and over – ‘in the mirror of thee, I see myself’
But that in itself can be a journey full of fear, for sure. Even standing in the Center of our own conflict can and does create fear, we are pulled in many directions for sure!

But when we can whole heartedly enter into that river of chaos with a little more trust in our hearts and laugh at the mad makings of men and women, when we surrender to the rapids and undercurrents, when we learn to unite together in that flow of energy knowing there is so much more to life, that we are life and what really matters is already taken care of, we remember that we are such a minority in the greater scheme of things, such a minority on this vast and beautiful planet that is interconnected with the whole of the universe.

Time to do our inner work, to look within, to know our fears and know they belong to us, that our cellular systems need a deep cleansing so we come from a place of wisdom and clarity in what we need to do, without reacting from past stories and how it once was. Not scare-mongery, not anger towards others, not blame, not judgement, not ridicule……When the self stands strong and full of heart, then so does the ‘us’ that we become.

Yet our greatest fear since we left the mothers womb is separation, so we become addicts to ‘what’s mine,’ what ever that fear gets attached to.

It is always and has always been the most important time to do our inner work, to take responsibility for who we are and believe in ourselves and the goodness of each other, we are connected and always will be, there is no separation, we are one earth. Our primal instinctive nature knows this at a deep core level.

Caroline Carey

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Hollow Bone, 5 stages of soul work

Do you ever get that feeling that something is changing in your life! You have an idea what it is, but how it will unfold is still a mystery? We might get frustrated at these moments, needing to rush ahead and make these changes happen, to find meaning and purpose within them. We might try to force the change and start to shift things before they are actually ready to ‘be’ changed.


I can feel a sense of this right now, I know  what is happening for me and I also know that I must be patient and allow it to unfold gradually and gently, so that I do not miss the most important fine details of it coming together.
This change in my life is leading me down the ‘Hollow Bone’ pathway, to a new way of offering my work and it is very exciting!
There are new possibilities opening up and the time feels absolutely perfect. What I do know is that I am being guided to see the soul potential of my work and what is landing in the here and now.

It is very clear to me that one of our reasons for being born is to find out ‘why we are here’ and ‘what our soul purpose is?’ We are on a journey, opening our crown in wonderment and awe of the possibility.

We are hunters, for most of our lives, seeking that purpose, trying to find out who we are. It is a quest to find ourselves and some times it can drive us a little crazy as we go from task to task, from one belief to another and generally uprooting ourselves time and time again, in this hunter stage of our lives.
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And then something happens. We literally drop-in and a little further down into the body, we meet with the earth and all she holds for us. We feel it in our solar-plexus, a heat, the sensation of grief and joy all at once. We remember – and suddenly all fits into place. There is a sense of belonging and the hunting is over, but this can be painful for we can no longer be invisible to who we really are.
We must show ourselves and that can be frightening as we have no idea what others will think about us. There may be strong judgements! People may want us to stay the same as we were before because it is familiar to them and safe. We may feel loss, as we have to let go of other ways we have lived because they no longer serve us. Once we truly begin, we become much more visible.

The next stage is to become the container for our work, the belly of our soul-offerings, to begin to manifest it and show ourselves. Our solar plexus is now filled with light and we step out. There is a huge amount of joy in our hearts, it is a truly ecstatic experience! Because the soul arrives home and shines its light right through our body. There are no more fears or worries about judgements, there is no place for this, because we simply know what it is we are here to do. No one can tell us otherwise and we have no doubts. We relax deeply into who we are.

It does not mean we never have any more struggles, depending on the work we are doing, but we do it with more ease, being patient with ourselves and understanding the core process that is happening. There is nothing to rush, we relax deeply into our being and we protect this light that has landed in our hearts.


And then we feel into our roots, we know their connection to the earth, we can feel that deep rooted sensation as they feed on the nourishment of the soil and we are received home, we are connected, as a channel between the earth and the sky.

The work of our soul begins to flow from this moment on. There is no need to worry about success or decision making, it is done and we can laugh at any idea of imperfections. Of course this Journey takes time and must be completed in all of its stages, all of its shape-shifting, theater of the human condition. It needs its ritual and its ceremony in order for us to be able to say ‘here I truly am.’

I am interested in your journey, what is the story of your souls home-coming, at what stage are you?

Caroline

To take part in the Hollow Bone syllabus and the 5 stages of soul  please go to http://www.alchemyinmovement.com/the-hollow-bone-medicine-ways-of-movement/

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Soul Action – Awaken Your Dancer – Empower Your Soul – Embody Your Purpose in Life!

Many of us live with a sense that something is ‘missing’ – as if there is a void lurking beneath the surface of our lives that we can never quite fill. As a result, we can spend our lives endlessly seeking to fill that emptiness with more – more money, more possessions, more relationships. However, this is ultimately a fruitless quest because often what we are really seeking cannot be found ‘out there’ in the physical world for they are the lost parts of our soul – fragments that may have split off many years earlier. Long recognised by shamans, such soul loss is a form of psychic fracturing that can come about as a result of trauma, dis-ease or a dysfunctional upbringing. Not only does soul loss leave a legacy of ongoing dysfunction, fatigue, illness and depression, but it can also disempower us by crippling our ability to heal and move forward.

Reclaiming and reintegrating the lost parts of the soul is therefore a crucial first step towards self-empowerment. Only then can we align ourselves with our soul’s purpose in order to manifest the abundance of our highest potential.
Return to Soul.
When a person is abused and their innocence and youth is taken
from them, it can become a lifelong quest to regain this lost part of
themselves. It can take soul retrieval to gain back what was once
lost. During the moment of trauma, part of our soul leaves the body
and takes itself away to safety. We learn to forget. This is to protect
that innocent part of us so that it can return fully intact when it is safe
enough to do so, usually when the mature adult feels able to receive
it back or to ‘re-member’ and has adequate support for this, either
in oneself or from a therapist or support group. This can be after a
time of intense reprogramming, setting up new beliefs about oneself
and doing the healing work necessary to become more whole. This
sometimes, but not always, involves remembering the original
trauma. This is often a challenging time for the adult. Sometimes
it takes many years of therapy or counseling to reveal these old
memories, thus giving the survivor a chance to look at what occurred
all those years ago, to experience the feelings that went with that and
to deal with the hurt and anger that was never expressed. It would
most likely have been impossible to express what was needed then
and so these emotions lie locked inside the body. The child is often
very confused why this is happening and whether it is ‘normal’ or
not.
The soul part continues its journey separately in the astral plains
obtaining knowledge and wisdom in the spiritual world. This can
often make the abused appear spaced out, away with the fairies, not
quite all here. She/he literally is not all here; part of their psyche is
missing, awaiting the right time to return to them or to remember
deep within. When that part has the right conditions to come back
into the body, the survivor can experience traumatic feelings and
emotions that could not be felt at the time of the actual abuse or
trauma all those years ago. That person is then extra sensitive and
takes time to accustom him or herself to having the whole (or part of
the whole) self back again; fitting that soul part into its old skin. This
takes time and patience.
from Reclaimed Innocence (MyVoice Publishing)
Caroline Carey
artist of painting –  Brenda May
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Keep the wild elder small ?

  
 

Walking through the airport, shops everywhere, images everywhere, of what?

Did I see one woman above the age of 22? Ok maybe 32 if she was modelling anti ageing cream! What’s wrong with my ageing skin, my wrinkles, I’m proud of them! 

Slim line bikinis? What about something to swim in? 

No the older woman doesn’t need a costume, didn’t you know she swims naked! Of course!

No, please don’t squirt me with that awful smelling liquid you call Beauty, my husband would never forgive me. 

He asked me once, ‘What perfume do you like?’ I answered ‘You, my dear, after a hard days work, your animal, your sweet, sweat my dear’ he laughed and knew then I did not fall for wasted corporate nonsense!

And I thought, why is there an attempt to keep that wild and wise elder woman even just a little subdued about her weight, her arse, her chin, her skin…so boring!

Sexy will never equate to power, no matter how much we try to mask it up, make it look good, or try to give it life. It is under the skin that matters!

Yet there is a madness, a very clever controlling madness behind it all, this artificial make believe of femininity!

They know, too well, they know what lies in the old maturing bones and skin of the woman who knows herself, who likes herself as she is, who knows the inner journey of self release and soul returning home.

Do show me images of ‘that’ woman if you dare.
But what do you choose and why?

Keep the wise women small, by making her feel inadequate, inferior, too fat, too old, too wrinkly?

Shower her with images of what a real woman looks like – slim and young with perfect skin, toned and well proportioned, nice hair because she uses the right shampoo?

A flat belly that has never created, or nourished herself with a passion?

Keep the wise and powerful woman small by making her believe she doesn’t smell right and needs bottled aromas that dull her senses?

Dress her suited and booted however and deaden her creative ability to choose her own style, of leaves and feathers donning her hair instead of grips and sticky sprays?

Give her a mask to wear so her primal animal features show no more and skin is buried beneath a new product, idea, whose idea?

Keep the powerful and threatening to corporate world of materialism wild self realised ageing woman small by robing her of the mirror of her own sisterhood?

You find it ugly! Really?

So prevent her speaking out because her age shows that there is strength and endurance and ability far out reaching.

Keep the elder woman small because she is that very threat to changing the world ! The world that is hell bent on a profit.

Keep that wild elder woman, the primal instinctual being small and inhibited?

Never!!!

  

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Love Endures


He lies there
wings wrapped around his lover
protecting in their grief
and loss
he guides her to the upper worlds of ceremony
yet reminds her
always
of the middle world
where broken bones
and wounds
must endure
a timely resonance with the earth
and all it brings with it
the grounding force of having to be here
in this world
as well as the next

 

Caroline Carey

 

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Stepping onto this path…


Stepping onto this path you are changed
For there are creatures at your side
And your hat holds a feather or two
And your clothes wreak of the earth and the fire
and your own hot blooded sweat
Mud lines the hem of your trousers
And you speak of empowerment and dreams and journeys
with those that others can’t see
Your voice has changed and a song or two
or a poem or even foreign language emits from your lips.
Others will think you gone mad, but you know the truth
Others will ask you to return
Your old self was the one They loved
So familiar so nice so comfortable

You do your best to tell them
love still remains
you are who you are,
just a little taller
more outspoken
With things that really matter

Stepping onto this path you are changed
And others will fear this
They won’t understand

No matter, you are changed and cannot go back
When leaves fall from the knots in your hair
and paws and claws make that sudden appearance
reminding you where you have been
And the sound of the drum sings out your tune
Take heed and know
Your soul your innocence is returning
The time is now, it cannot be … undone

Caroline Carey

Journey of Empowerment 2016

www.alchemyinmovement.com

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Swan Song

Some time ago Ben and I found a dead and decaying swan. It wasn’t in our own country I hasten to add, before anyone alerts the queen! (as we know all swans in England belong to the queen!) In fact we found two dead swans and on further examination we realised they had been shot. We were quite mortified that this could have happened and deeply saddened by it. We sat there and drummed and spoke with the swans, offering our support for their continued soul journey.

Why on earth would anyone shoot such beautiful creatures and then leave them on the ground? This has puzzled us immensely, but then I only have to look around at our human race regards animals and birds to know we are pretty ignorant in that department. But what to do in this moment? Back in England it was very customary of us to pick up road kill and any findings we had and honoring the animal or bird by giving new life to it through shamanic ritual and ceremony. We often keep wings or skin or bones with the deepest respect to the animal, inviting its medicine into our hearts and home.swans

So our new found meeting would be the same, but only one set of wings as our suitcase was not of the largest kind. To cut a long story and traveling experience short, we arrived back home with a beautiful set of wings that were treated and decorated in a most special way. On route we also discovered the bullet that had killed her as it hit the vein in her neck. I made a small pouch for it, wanting to also in some way honor the way she had died. I wore this small bullet in the pouch around my own neck.

It then came a time to take these wings to ceremony where we would be dancing and honoring our own dreams. The wings came with me and lay in the center of the room, representing ether, and the journey from earth to sky, from the south to the north.

As time went on, I met with part of my own journey within the dance. A moment where I had to question a story from my past. A time of being locked away, because I was ‘too’ much for my mother. Screaming and shouting as a four year old, wanting her own way, I stretched up for the golden door handle that I could not reach. My arms not long enough to take that door knob in my hand and release myself from that cold bedroom where I felt so alone.

I began to turn that energy in on myself, afraid of being locked away if i was at all unreasonable, if I dared to be different, outspoken or becoming unmanageable, I chose to be introverted and shy, nervous of speaking out particularly in groups of people. I knew that that needed to change and it did over the years, as I became a teacher of what I loved and began to share it with others, creating my own business, Alchemy In Movement, and stepping up into a leadership role. But I always knew there was more!

There is always more work to be done, no matter who, where or how we are in our life. I knew there was so much more in me and I was acting on around 46% of the energy I really had in my work and my ability. My childhood trauma was able to keep that in place and I knew there was a tough journey ahead to fully step up and move on.

And then something did happen, in that ceremony, that moment of being asked to call the part of ourselves that had the ability to destroy. ‘Destroy what?’ I remember thinking. Then I was called to look at that old story of 50 years ago, and suddenly the energy that had been held within my body, since those very early days shifted and as I stood amongst my peers, with all my heart, I spoke out some of the words I had never dared speak before. I felt like a bullet, searing through thin air, as my muscles contracted and that enormous energy was born into the atmosphere that I had created all around me. A moment in time so profound it almost knocked me over. My own wings expanded and I felt reborn. I touched that little pouch that I wore around my neck, my throat, the bullet that some how reflected this shift in my own energy and I thanked that swan medicine for supporting me and guiding me.

Later during our ceremony, I had the desire to sing a song that had found its way to me once while sitting in nature, as I danced in that ceremony its last verse dropped in,  it was a verse for the swan, the words very clearly sang through me, “Sacred Swan, help me sing the song that I was born to bring to earth”  and I stepped up to do so, but time was short and I was losing my will to give my voice that space. Suddenly from the area where I had been sitting, my song-stick, the one that traveled with me as I wrote my songs, fell or moved, I don’t know how and dropped next to a lighted candle, it began to burn before it was rescued by a dear fellow dancer. I knew in that moment I had to sing, for that song-stick reminded me, ‘sing or burn, sing or burn’….I found my voice, I sang my song I called that swan to sing through me with my own energy, the energy I was born to bring to earth.

And not until later did I realise that of course, the swan only sings when it dies!! I had let go of an old story, something had died inside me and I was singing the song of its passing. It had surely died and I was ready now to step up and claim the rest of the 54% of my own energy, to empower what was true for me and not to allow this old story to hold me back any more.

I reached for that golden knob of a door handle, stretching my body my heart and my spirit, I reached for that golden ball of light and called back the soul-part that had been hidden away, filling myself with its light, I was covered in warmth, sensuality and a strong sense of belonging. My song, my voice was here in its fullness…. By the will of nature, the medicine of grace and knowing, I was reborn.

Caroline Carey

www.alchemyinmovement.com

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Learning from a dancing doctor

I’ve been an ecstatic dancer most of my life. Even in ballet classes I couldn’t wait till the teacher gave us a few minutes of release, of dancing freely away from the structure of ballet steps and poses. I liked both however, the structure and the no-structure. I danced in my bedroom as a child and continued in my life, in my kitchen in my living room, with and without my children, at parties and festivals. It has always been the passion deep in my bones and now is the main focus of my work in the world.

The experience of dance that has captivated me the most is what some people might find quite boring, but to me it holds immense power. And that is the movement of repetition, of steadily held monotonous movements of the body to the same beat.

A few years ago I was lucky enough to go with my husband Ben and a small group of dancers and anthropologists to Namibia where we connected with tribesmen in the Kalahari who shared their kind of dance with us. The bushmen appear to use ecstatic dance to generate energy for healing and during their ceremonies they invited us to take part. Here was the same beat, the same timing and beats per minute that I was used to in parts of our ecstatic dance practice, whether Movement Medicine or 5 Rhythms, but what they were doing was quite different, even subtly so.

We are aware of a particular kind of ‘shaking medicine’ that is used within our dance practice, which releases us, shaking out tension, washing away or burning off residue of past story, it is effective and certainly supports the body to let go. I loved to shake my body and allow this release to happen. But as I journeyed with the dance and sought empowerment through it, I began to discover something else, which the bushmen dancing doctors taught me.

I danced in the ceremony as we each did, meeting each other and sharing energy between us, they put our hands onto each other so the same energy could flow through our vibrating bodies. We vibrated, we fell, we got up, we sweated, we danced more and more, we fell again, losing ourselves into the trance of rhythm. Women stood in a semi-circle singing and clapping their hands, this was the only music and it was strong, repetitive and felt like it entered every cell of my body.

I noticed that the ‘doctors’ or shamans moved their hips in a very particular way that caused the rest of the body to shake. I became fascinated with this, still finding myself doing my own shaking thing with the dance I had become used to. In a conversation we had in-between our ceremonies one of the doctors asked me if I wished to carry their medicine alongside my own dancing medicine which they seemed to see quite clearly. I said ‘yes!’ What would it mean? What would I experience?

We danced again in ceremony, a long time through the night and as I followed my own dance I felt the doctors attention on me. I could sense a part of me resisting something! I knew there was nothing to resist and I am never one to resist dance in fact its unheard of in me! The dance went on and on, and something was happening to me where my own dance was meeting their dance, we were some what out of sync, but gradually as time passed and many dances danced their way through us, something happened to me as the doctor and I connected, where all resistance dropped away and I remember the thought that said ‘oh, go on then’ and suddenly my hips began to move in exactly the same way as his and we stood side by side shaking. He cheered euphorically and I laughed. According to him he had ‘put the arrows of my medicine and the arrows of his medicine’ side by side. I could relate to this as an image and have spent time learning about it and understanding it, honoring it and respecting it. This is a small moment in time, I was not on these landscapes for long, as many travelers are, but this moment was and has been very precious to me.

Since this time in the bush, I have noticed how it has affected my own dance. So used to the kind of floppy rag like quality of shaking out the body, I have come to understand the need to literally ‘fuel the body’ with shaking medicine. It is like fueling the tank through strong vibration in the hips which in turn gives power and force to what ever it is we are wanting to leverage in our lives, to literally empower our body, our psyche, our mind and our passion! It creates tension in the body, not the kind of tension that is caused by stress and gets stuck in our shoulders etc, but the tension that builds in the muscles from shear energy filling us up and enhances the psyche into action.  From my own observance, the doctors seemed to use this energy for healing and creating a power and relationship with the fire, to work their magic as healers by doing extraction medicine and soul retrieval. This is becoming an integral part of my own offering in workshops around the world. I do not profess to know a huge amount about the bushmans dance, but it is with me for sure and I wish to honor it for I have come to recognize the impact this kind of dance can have on our psyche to manifest what we need, whether that is in our healing abilities, our voice, our desire or simply by the determination to say ‘yes’ to our own lives. It’s all in the muscle, quite literally! We can all make significant changes in our lives by simply dancing for it!

I shared a little of this at my recent workshop, Passion Unlimited, where we learn to understand how we are the driving force behind our own lives and passions and I will be offering my own experiences and interpretations of this medicine during ‘The Journey Of Empowerment.Particularly with how it fits with our more modern day dance of ecstacy where there is a big need to empty out the old, dysfunctional self.

Till I return once more to the bush, which I hope is not too far away, I will keep honoring the bushmen and women that I met and look forward to that time with them again.

Caroline Carey    www.alchemyinmovement.com

Journey Of Empowerment ~ Dance your own journey into empowerment…beginning in March http://www.alchemyinmovement.com/index.php/event/journey-of-empowerment-uk

Photos by Ben Cole, cinematographer.

 

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To learn from an addict ?

When we think of the addict, what do we see? A poor beggar on the street, a homeless man? Do we see drunk teenagers or young people partying, or a crazy woman shut in her home consuming bottle after bottle of gin? What do we see of the addict in our society? It can be so easy to pass judgement on some one who seems so out of control, so hell bent on destruction and of sabotaging him or herself. But if we look more closely we get to realise that we are all addicts in one way or another and to really deal with that addiction means that we have to let go and let go of a lot!

It is not just alcohol or drugs that create the addiction story in us, for there are many kinds of addiction. And the greatest addiction amongst the human race, is the one of having more possessions and the need for more oil to manufacture our goods and superficial needs, the need of never quite managing to have enough. We are immense consumers, looking for more and more. This is the nature of addiction in our society and it seems we are not able to stop!

Part of that addiction is created because of the sense of loss. Something is missing, there is an emptiness that cannot be filled no matter how hard we try. In my own view this is a spiritual loss, a loss of the divinity within us. Instead we have made the divinity something that can be obtained from what is around us.

I notice when I am not embodying my ecstatic dance, when I am not praying or meditating and having conversations with spirit, then my own addictions start to seep inwards into my life. They are not obvious, In fact very subtle and in no ways causing drama or sabotaging my life. But none the less they are there.earth drinker

Who better than to learn from about the dangers of addiction than the alcoholics, the drug users, the over eaters and those with love and sex addictions? Are they not great teachers of our times about how easy it is to rape and pillage our lands, to abuse and steal from the Mother Earth. It might be a crazy notion, but do we understand the nature of addiction, really, in ourselves and society? Once we become more conscious about our addictions, we have taken that first step.

Is addiction a gift to learn from?

I know I have been that mother, I know the feeling of being taken from, because of his addiction, I know the pain in my heart and the absolute longing for his peace as well as my own. And this has brought me closer to God to Spirit than anything else. That one prayer has been my savor, my grace and my sanity. When I was able to turn around and speak those tremendous words ‘my sons addiction is a gift’ was the day that my trust and connection to spirit grew a thousand fold. And I never could have believed I would have ever uttered those words, not in a million years. And how many times have I heard the same from those afflicted by the most horrendous of journeys into the darkest solitude, the loneliness and the crazy, crazy benders and tragedy after tragedy actually say in the end they would not change it, it has been a gift! For all the heartache, the soul searching, the pain and loss, it was meant to be and it is meant to be. For once they find Spirit, they know exactly why they had to endure that journey. They had to meet with that hell, that breaking apart, that deathly meeting with their own mind.

Yes, they have told me it has been a gift, the ones who survived, and many of course do not! It is a powerful journey that not all can make to the other side. And when some do it is only to replace one addiction with another that keeps them a little saner and less aggrieved,

I can only really write as a mother of one who has suffered this way. But by walking this path, I see addiction in myself and in many more forms than just his. We, as a whole human race are addicts.

This path has shown me my own addictions and the need to surrender myself to the most impossible moments of the deepest dread. I have come to believe that addiction is a spiritual illness, a loss of soul, where entity finds its way through, fixing itself to the murky layers of shadow that we surround ourselves with, the entity covers over the light body, sucking substance and sustenance for its own need. As soon as the user tries to do without, that entity goes to work, calling out from its starving belly, “Feed me, feed me, you know that you must for it is my need you must fulfill!”

We are addicted that is for sure, I am addicted and those users who fall into the dreaded path of drunkenness and horrid abuse of the body are showing us just what it is we are doing to life on Earth. We have become that addictive illness on our planet. We are the virus, the cancer growth that is using up all of its resource, scourging the body for more until once used it prepares to leave and find another vessel to cling its monstrous claws to.

We are hungry for sustenance, hungry for pleasure, hungry for possessions, hungry for that one more fix as the thirst dries us completely and we are unable to say ‘no.’ No, to the purchase, no to the packaging, the need to buy, the need to accumulate.

I am not free of this, I watch it happen to me. When I feel down or despondent, I can quite easily shop or eat or long for my lover, my man. I can be desperate for a phone call, a connection or to satisfy myself by finding something to bring home. As a little girl, I ‘needed’ something; usually something of my mothers, a trinket to take to school and I was not able to go without it, it was like an addiction that would send me into turmoil if it was not there. As an adult of course this is controlled but I can still notice those times where that need reappears, and I have to feel into my heart for what it is I am longing for.

Can we be willing to see the addict as our teacher? To allow ourselves, instead of judging and criticising him or her, to see ourselves in that mirror, no matter how hard that might be and acknowledge we too have a problem that is out of control?

The human race is out of control! Our incredible need is stealing, raping, pillaging and throwing the garbage of it whereever we wish to, without any thought or feeling.

The very realisation of what we are doing to our planet shows that there is great potential for change. Once we realise this, we know we have to make change, we have to open our eyes and our hearts and demand that we turn things around. Yet it is only when things become so dangerous, when we hit that ‘rock bottom,’ where chaos ensues, can we be so utterly sick of what we are creating that no matter how much it takes we begin our own journey to sobriety, for are we not drunk on the idea of possession and wealth and the ownership of what is not really ours?

If we have to hit rock bottom before we turn this around, what kind of devastation will that mean? It could actually be the reality of our human race. The only way we will realise how desperate our situation is, is by being the same as that addict, getting to that pitiful place where all hope is lost. Chaos will ensue, and at that center of chaos life will emerge, just like the Phoenix from the flames, emerging stronger and brighter with all its many colours. And then like the addict we can only turn to God, to Spirit or that higher power to be saved.

We will need our sobriety, we will need our humility, we will need to be able to say I/we got it wrong, for at the center of chaos lies creativity. New birth. But that mighty orgasmic conception as the Yin and Yang and the fire of creativity join together, as the Vesicus Piscis of wisdom erupts and shakes us to the very core of our being, when the Mandorla of existence recognises our own split and forces us together to join forces, that spiritual force will be right at that center reminding us who we really are. And our humbleness will be our savor. Without it we cannot move on.

The Mandorla, the Vesicus Piscis, the Rose and The Thorn, Magic of Mandorla generic.jpgthe Areola is the meeting of our opposites. When this mighty force plunges us into the chasm of despair, of pain and darkness, only then will we see the light shining through. And it will take time before we can see it because our eyes will need to open a little wider and we will need to learn to see with our whole being, not just the ego part of ourselves but our whole self, the most intimate parts of ourselves at the very core of our humanity.

Caroline Carey

please visit our blog ‘Creatively Addicted’ to learn more about the film/documentary we making on addiction  https://creativelyaddicted.wordpress.com/

 

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What is personal empowerment?

What does it mean to be empowered? What does that word conjure up for you?
Personally and many years ago I had associated it as filling oneself with powerful feelings, being higher than…, being in authority, even wealthy! 
But that was a long while ago and now I find a different perspective and interpretation of it. 

None of those things I mentioned previously are necessarily wrong, but they don’t to me represent true empowerment and the feelings that go with it. It might seem that those in authority and those very wealthy with high position jobs are empowered, but I don’t believe that. If we need monetary wealth or position to sustain our power, then is it true empowerment?

I’m interested to hear how it is for you….
And for me….I know I am empowered when I feel good in myself, within my own skin. It often comes when I am fulfilled by something creative I have done, or doing, something that has been important to me. When I share what I love with others and find ways to do this through the challenges and difficulties that arise. I feel that empowerment when I am strongly connected to my moving, dancing body and my heart is open and feeling emotionally. 
I feel empowered when I know viscerally that I am connected to a higher power, a universal energy and my connection to spirit, to my allies, to all that supports me is flowing through my body.
I feel empowered when I look at the beauty of my children with all they create and when I can serve another in their own fulfilment and potential. Wether that is a friend, a student or client. I feel empowered when my husband and I create together in unison. 
It is not about how others see or feel about me, but how I see and feel about myself.  When I can say ‘yes’ to my own dreams for the future and my own desires without fear of judgement or ridicule.    

I feel the simplicity of empowerment when nothing material outside myself makes any difference to who I am. Only me, in my simplicity can truly feel what it is to be fulfilled.
I am empowered when I am free enough to speak my truth and not be afraid of what others might think. I am empowered when I can share my story, my wounds and not feel ashamed of my past history.

I’m empowered when I am free to be myself in any situation for I know when I am at my most loving and creative, poetic, theatrical, ritualising and creating ceremony, doing the work I love, feeling inspired, I am in my own power.

Caroline

  

The Journey of Empowerment

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