We come together, souls embedded within one another - a babushka of lives, hidden and revealed by the shedding of time. Etched into the darkness of starry skies burns an earthly desire that swells from the centre of creation; to be seen and to be acknowledged against the vast backdrop of humanity. We ache to connect with our Greatness, despite being birthed into little bodies of selves that crave to be seen - to know ourselves as part of this world that breathed us into existence. We face one another in love and fear, eye to eye, heart to heart, reflections of projections and introspections, to know ourselves through each other and discover ourselves as all that we are - as One.
Sacred smoke wafts over body and earth alike, burning with gratitude, cleansing through space and time. We stand. Naked and raw, a testament to our humanity. Strong, empowered by our vulnerability, authentic & exposed in all our glory - ready to be seen to disappear. We extend our hands and hearts to spirits calling and latch on to the possibility of magical metamorphosis through the universal language of art and ceremony. Becoming one with the earth, this day we merge, reptilian reminders of where we come from surge through our bodies, pulsating with the presence of our ancestors who meet us at the precipice of this holy production. As the Great Spirit hums her tune to our creative weavings… we begin.
Spiralling between the ecstasy of sensual strokes and the agony of simple stillness, our breath guides us into the Now as the sun sails across skies. Gaping winds twist and twirl as voluptuous clouds scoop up light and sprinkle dancing rays upon the minutes - the hours… Time passes. Inhaling molecular synchronicity, praying with the swaying trees that exhale our life force - we forget ourselves. Our lives no longer ours to own, false identities evaporate into the intensity of this collaboration. Lovers of the earth, we are.
Our blood flows with the rivers, and our bones become the fresh fossils of today. Skin stretches across the horizon as hair follicles tingle with vibration. Feet on earth, toes digging into dirt, energy drawing upwards from her core to ours; we tense and tighten and release again - Shedding. Shaking with truth, surrendering into trust. Geometric patterns blanket our thoughts into trancelike states and we breathe deeper, yogic and stoic. Chaos transforms into peace as our colourful metaphor morphs into metaphysical experience, holding space for polarity as one being darts to and fro whilst the other surrenders into stillness. Eyes skip back and forth, a blur of perspective transpires into illusion, to see you disappear. We see you disappear…
Heart beats deepen with the rhythm of our shiva shakti dance, as we break apart to find our way back to each other. To graduate from our menial realms of this, that and the other - the ‘otherness’ of outsiders casting selves aside in order to discern our unity in humanity. We strive. We strive for one more minute of stillness, whilst the rapids of time crash upon us… becoming the puzzle piece of perfection, as our bodies mould into the forms of spaces, once know as places but best known as The Mother; we strive to remember her as we become her experiencing ourselves as her. We merge. Stillness with chaos, time with eternity, spirit with technology, ebb with flow, skin with colour, land with body and breath with the beat of the earth. We inhale as she exhales and together, we are the masterpiece.
One within the breath of the wind that blows, spirit smiles upon us. The sacral fire flows down the river into the bellies of babes of babylon - and creation is reborn. Wiggling into the light of sight, crackling with delectable inspiration, the serpent’s tongue flicks the air, reminded of salty sweet memories of the times before time… Satiated by spirit’s dance upon the fertile force of this moment, the serpent weaves figure eights against the spectrum of light’s possibilities, upon the escapement of life’s happenings. Happiness upon the skin of manifestation, creation upon creation, we return to the star dust of our dreams, the same dust that birthed existence itself and sparkles with the memory of eternity… as her tongue meets her tail and she devours herself in a magnificent cosmic embrace.
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Its a most bizarre moment of life, of Humanity, and Historical-Day-to-be...
Its been about 3300 years since we escaped enslavement in Egypt, since the inception of our Seder tradition, a ceremonial remembering of our fortunes of FREEDOM. All my life this tradition has been challenging for me - it felt like dragging up the victim past, year after year. It was long and arduous, and fell at the same time as Easter which meant that eating chocolate was not allowed! My favourite and least favourite part fo the ceremony was always the story of the Four sons; The wise, the Evil, The Simple and The One who is too young to ask. I was drawn to the concept of Humanities differences, but vehemently disagreed with the descriptions given to these four archetypes. Today I realise that these are actually four aspects of a human being that exist inside each and every one of us, revealing themselves in different ways at different times of our lives.
This year for the first time I appreciate the essence of this festival more than I ever have - because for the first time our as an entire humanity, is affected and what we may have sometimes taken for granted about being together, is no longer. On this day, the theme of FREEDOM is pervasive and magnificent. New perspectives are being birthed, changing understandings of the great message… for example, **** https://www.haggadot.com/clip/four-daughters here is a newly circulating rendition called The Four Daughters. A moving rendition to traditional descriptions.. one that I think I will use year after year. *** And because the core of our Monotheistic tradition is UNITY, it seems more than clear that we have reached new levels of this experience right now in the time of COVID-19.
So we have been talking about Unity for a long time. Abraham said it on On that mountain and then started to bargain with his ‘god’ (because spirits indeed speaks many languages on many channels) about how to run our world - possibly with the aid of plant medicines like mushrooms, as a way to connect with the divine, - In any case, a story was born.
Everyone has different access to the divine, and the expression of the channeling can truly be like different radio stations. Every channel is inevitably expressing something entirely unique, valuable for sure but far from truth. The channelling relationship is a relations in of itself - medium and spirit. And life is such a mystery, we don’t even get to experience a tiny pinch of the big story in our personal lifetime... we could guess until we lose breathe, but eventually we will die and never know the next chapters. And so, our divine messages and stories that we live into are like stepping stones - a bit like the Bahai Faith teaches, that each manifestation of divine experience is perfect for the time period it exists, but that the story and message also changes. Yes we are responsible for the stories we create to live into, but these stories are just one piece of a much bigger puzzle…
The Messiah or the Messianic Era
I never really entertain the possibility of ‘A Messiah’. The possibility of a literal solo messiah fixing all our problems feels romanticised and part of an old unrevised Bible story that for me is flawed by the sheer fact that it was channelled only through Men (revision due!). But recently a friend made a powerful post about the craziness of humanity’s current predicament and the timing of Passover (and of course Easter, intricately connected), and whilst I was listening to her talk about her beautiful innocent but powerful yearning for the Meshiach/the Messiah, I too had some downloads. Through her I was reminded that the Messiah was destined to arrive within 6000 years and, we are currently at 5780 - so we are cutting it all pretty close! She described what a Messiah would feel like to her, an all compassionate leader who would make leaders out of all of us and make the world, better, healed, whole… Feeling into that possibility of a new world made me smile. Partially because I have always sensed it, that there will be more stages in our human existence, and that humanity will go through a significant death in order for there to be a rebirth. And also because I love Jesus. He represents the one who rebelled against tradition and expanded love thy neighbour to the whole world rather than only one’s kind, expanding Abrahams Unity message out to the world at large. On top of this, he came to me a few times in ayahuasca ceremonies, and taught me a lot, including that good and evil are two sides to consciousness - all perfect parts of life, and that consciousness has the capacity to be compassionate of all. I live 20 min away from Nazareth (kinda ‘stuck’ here for now actually) and I feel Jesus’s historical presence through these sacred forests. So, for me, Jesus is a brother, very close to my heart and here in spirit with us always. Was he a Messiah? Yes. A divine messenger of God, as we all are, who encompassed all elements of humanity. He was human. And much in the same way as Abraham’s sacrificed lamb gave life to Issac, Jesus ‘Lamb of Sacrifice’ gave a whole new quality of life to the world through his death. It seems that the Messianic experience of Oneness is born out of Death itself.
I digress -
the more I thought about my friend’s callings for a ‘Messiah’ the more I heard her yearning for a Messianic Era. The way things are set up in this globally connected world, I couldnt help thinking that we would actually need a team of equally phenomenal compassionate leaders (aka a team of Messiahs) in every nation state, (or at least here in Israel/Palestine 😂) simultaneously, to make this work. This lead me to thinking that maybe we are not waiting for a Messiah anymore - maybe we are moving in the direction to our prophesied Messianic Consciousness Era. That Messiah does not lie with One individual but with the energy that emanates out, into an entire Era of Humans, via a trusting true and guided relationship between world leaders.
My Dreamy Messianic Utopia:
Imagine a community of bright selfless international leaders governed by The People, people who have access to having a say on every decision - digitally voting on an open platform to make the world what we want it to be - but on top of that, each decision reaches the bottom line through a strict (and continually reviewed) algorithmic measure that put the best interests of our planet and humanity’s sustainability, against ANY AND EVERY choice made. The algorithms go through huge testings and reviews by people all over the world, including a public forum and become the wager for all decisions.
Governments are set up like a big non-profit organisation where leaders, alongside companies and corporations get capped wages and capped capital. Indescriminate capping of capital for all human beings. Capitalism on its head. A new World Order governed by the fundamental aligned premise that all nations put the health of the planet and the people first at all times. Sacred unified leaders working together to survive and thrive in harmony with our planet as is required. Ahhhhh…. issue solved?
But… Do we have time for that kind of overhaul? Or is that all we have time for?
Or is the Messianic Era born through the death of an entire era/system/way of life ? In this case, we could see the demand for women leaders increase during times of desperation… born out of the people’s urgent need for nourishment, nurture and care.. Or maybe the Messianic Era kicks of when the leaders of Israel and Palestine happen to be best buddies that refuse to act selfishly and choose their love of one another and life itself over historical feuds.
Who knows how this death and rebirth will manifest in the coming days, months, years, decades, but one thing is for sure - change is in the air, and a timely Pink full moon tonight is the perfect opportunity for us to reflect on our lives, and initiate our freedom to step into the stories that actively create our world and a future that we will never know.
17 years world traveller, internationally recognised award winning body painter with a background in Anthropology, Orly delves deep into the enquiry of what it means to be a human being and ceaselessly expresses her art whilst following her heart. , Specialising in mimitism (camouflage), Orly's current expressions are a moving living creative and expansive entity that represents her passion for re-merging humanity with the earth from which we came, sustainable conscious living, healing the sacred feminine as we learn to respect our mother earth and advocacy for balancing commercial gain with global and local contributions.