Flow State is Kingdom

I’m teaching my senior citizens a chakra series. For the last two weeks we focused on the root chakra. It is here that we stabilize, find secure attachment and focused attention. Begin at the beginning. Understand that your very body is the ancestors. You within your ordinary flesh contain the All.

This week we will enter the Sacral — woot woot!! the Land of relationship, flow state, pleasure and practicing letting go: into the river of life. We now have the stable container to hold the waters of life and we trust the pouring out. Here we begin to explore sensory communication from the body mind.

We trust that with rest, we will once again be infilled. We have strong boundaries here and any previous traumas and abuses are healed.

At the Sacral we feel that movement– dance, yoga, walking, strength training brings yummy brain chemicals. Movement is holy and ENJOYABLE.

“The universe (God) exists through a constant dance of consistency (Shiva) and change (shakti). Through consistency (discernment) one finds deep meaning. Through change (yielding) one finds stimulation and expansion. To find consistency (peace) within change (flow) is to embrace life’s unfolding nature (tao or Christ).”

I’m adding to the words of Anodea Judith in Eastern Body Western Mind.

Yoga is the practice which works in a spiral– we keep returning to center and along the way our awareness sweeps past debris that needs releasing. Old thinking, obsessions, patterns which don’t serve. If only we would trust these bodies in their innate capacity to heal and release. We with our conscious mind show up and yield to the ancestral actions — we don’t even need to understand. We simply with the faith of a mustard seed keep breathing, chanting, stretching and digesting our lives. Past present and future merge into a mosaic of eternal now. This is where the gods live. This is where we discern Herod from Christ. For we have had Herod consciousness too. We humbly seek the true Padre– the one united with Jesus in unfathomable love, mercy and forgiveness.

We dance here with them– the joyful trinity of our mind, body and breath within the larger context of our Divine Creator.

Build a Castle Within

During the years I penned my 1st book Kamikaze Yogi, I had the affirmation of my then male pastor. I’d go to see my mentor once and month and she’d say on occasion — Anita, do you realize how often you say that man’s name? In repsonse–Yes, Tip, I do realize. I care about that relationship. We call ourselves the preacher and the prophet.

It’s beautiful to build relationships! It’s hard work and they make us who we are. We nourish one another and challenge too. On the day he baptized me, my cousin had a vision of ‘something’ passing between us. Let me say that differently -on the day Jesus baptized me with his Holy Ghost I chose in my spirit to trust HIM in all that was about to unfold. We women have given our power away to man since the dawn of time.

I’m currently offering an IG body prayer each week for Lent this year as a complimentary practice to help others connect mind and body and awaken to the ways we all disparage these hard working creatures. This week I’m sharing from Eccl. 3:7 a time to break and a time to mend. Don’t we just hate the seasons of breaking? It could be job loss, divorce, illness, death..breaking is so painful.

When my book finally released, my pastor wrote the most beautiful heartfelt review on Amazon. My favorite line was about how ‘strange Anita’s writing can be because that is in line with the Bible. The scriptures are so very strange!”

But then in my spirit a week or so later I awakened to a knowing that the review had been removed. Yes, without first discussing it with me. As you can imagine this breach of trust ripped me to my core. From not just any friend, but my pastor, a man of the cloth. See what I did there? See how I had placed this ordinary human on a pedestal? This means I was meeting a part of myself lacking agency, a part that was disempowered from a prior ‘rupture’ by a man or men.

See how all things can work together for us to restore our identities and wholeness in Christ? It took me about 6 months to forgive and to discuss how I was taking my power back. Ultimately, my final lesson came when there was one more breach and I really wish I’d responded with ‘Get behind me Satan” because between us, there was a masculine/feminine demon dividing up the Divinely-ordained love that is available. Mutual respect and connection of the heart are what revelation speaks of in the new heaven and new earth.

But we cannot make others see and we can only choose to walk away with dignity, understanding that this is our story to tell.

Abuse fills our ears with the lie that we should keep quiet. For to keep secrets is survival.

I’m no longer in survival mode. I’m thriving. Especially after taking all this power back to fuel my voice in the world. Our nervous systems will keep us safe with our fawning, and our freezing. But we are able to move up into fight mode and stand up for ourselves. We do not have to abide by the ‘nice girls’ trope. We are to be authentic and with courage tell others what is and is not acceptable. We will not be bullied. Either the person plays by our rules or we walk away. We have choices and boundaries now. We no longer have to be held down by the boot of an imbalance of power.

Grab the soul key Jesus handed you and set yourself free my friends. Live a liberated woman in the ornate and many-roomed inner castle of your psyche. Your power is in your voice and your voice is a harmonic message of truth and love. The spiritual life is complex and beautiful and backed by God’s word.

1 Cor. 4:20 For the Kingdom of God is not a matter of talk but of Power.

A Love that Slays

Sunday morning

I had just sat in the most glorious silence

Bestowing soul rest from the merciful womb of the Divine, my Mama

I arise to use the bathroom and as I cross the threshold I am slain in the spirit

thrown to my knees with the love of my Padre

The night before my friend of over 30 years had spoken of his desire that their daughter- a new, young mother herself,

know of his wish to be a help. Not just any help but a Daddy who would sacrifice. A daddy who would

do whatever is needed (crying again here) to make her load lighter. He said it in such a tender and earnest way that my heart stored it away until this moment to inform me of a deeper, higher truth about our Maker.

Where do we see this depth, this sacrifice? One place is on the cross, another is in the womb of Mary.

I’ve come to call YahWeh Padre of late and I’m bawling now as a stream of ‘thank yous’ pour forth from my lips

On my knees on that tiny gray rectangle of bath mat

Not caring if my husband hears

Thank you, Thank you, Thank you

I see it now Daddy

You are doing everything you can to assist me in my life

Making ways where there was no way

Growing me, my capacity

Humbling me

Softening my once fearful, protective layer

I had a golden statue within, a pillar of salt

Preserved selves, melting now

And OH! the pain of awakening. I was numb, asleep

Not dead though– the best news! If you are reading this I named you from my child’s pose

I asked Padre to shower you in this way

Seize you in this way

Arrest you in this very way

Because whether or not you had/have a natural father who is like my friend, your Soul

longs for this experience of love

Being slain is the release of every fear that we are not enough

The letting go of every story

Resting once again in the womb of our Mama, nursed at the breast of El Shaddai

Manna from Heaven

Just enough for this day