Why Kamikaze?

Why “Kamikaze”

I was in Japan last month and had a wonderful conversation with Endo, our home- cooking chef, who spoke to me that he was spiritual not Buddhist. He said he could feel my heart for life, for faith and for Jesus and in that way understood why I was gifted this difficult word from the heavenly realm to relay my message of holy guidance.

It was a comforting conversation from a Japanese resident who’s grandparents had known war and the history of violence on their land and surrounding Asia. Yet, Thousands of years before in 1281, the Japanese people were saved from invading military attacks thanks to the typhoon they coined a kamikaze wind. A gift from the gods.

The Holy Spirit is in my experience the expression of the person of Jesus from the scriptures – an all encompassing ‘God’ who is sacrificial in nature, evolutionary, sacred, and when connected to the physical through us, is evidence of how the Christ can be enjoyed in a thousand faces not his own (Gerard Manly Hopkins). When the spirit is embodied our vessel is enlivened by the power of our Creator and we begin to allow this good tree of Life to heal our roots. With healed roots ‘out of the abundance of the heart the mouth will speak’.

For when the ‘west’ is steeped in dogma/agenda, it takes the powerful, creative Spirit out of life. As reliable as the rising of the sun, when East meets West, we are whole- mind body is one.

We were never separate but the spirit realm created various wounds and chaos due to being on earth. These bodies made of earth must adjust to carrying ‘Light’. But we know from Einstein that e=mc2…matter is slowed down energy. We are quantum beings operating as if we are simply physical. We desire to see on earth as it is in heaven!

And so without our knowledge of the spirits at work, we suffer. Ancestrally we carry what has not been processed in our bodies.Then we add the multitude of ways that our individual life has met danger and abuse, or simply early in life unmet survival and emotional needs. And the armor and anxiety build.

And all of this is deposited in the subconscious mind/body for us to awaken to and address. The healing is multi-dimensional and so we need community and experts along the way to understand ourselves. Society and culture are sick so they will battle us every step of our liberation: enter ancient yoga. A spiritual orthopraxy rooted in being a path of liberating the Soul. And as Pastor Ben White once wisely stated- I think yoga is one path to an all-consuming bond with God.

The good tree of Life will grow once we’ve created a healthy environment for flourishing. Our health will be restored because much of the body knows what to do on its own.It’s brilliantly designed both for survival and thriving.

But we must be our boldest selves in order to break free from functional freeze (depression). I was stuck in flight (busyness/distraction) and mostly unaware of my unconscious depression — but my chronic constipation was the physical signal. Now the science is behind the value in healing the gut-brain axis.

My ‘sin’ was the sign of the gaping wound yet to be addressed. Many wounds of course, but abandonment is my primary and led to attention seeking and emotional upheaval.

My suffering became so great that I had to embark on the spiritual journey with the Kamikaze– the Divine Wind.

And along the way I was awakened to the spirit realm and the ways those daemons (Jungian) were creating chaos within and in my outer life. Our transfiguration is the revelation that there is not truly an inner and outer– there is just life and how we interact.

How much change can we embrace safely?

How much unsteadiness can we tolerate in search of Truth?

How much of our inner child’s soul needs and cries do we have capacity to address (in the eternal now)?

Only you can answer these questions. We create capacity through nervous system regulation, mindfulness , community and intention.

I have found the courage to emerge. And if you are ready to embark, I am a humble warrior to come alongside.

“For sorrow awaits those who feed themselves instead of their flocks. Shepherds feed the sheep. You have not taken

care of the weak. You have not gone looking for

those who’ve wandered away. So my sheep

have been scattered without a shepherd.

They have wandered through the mountains

and across the face of the earth, yet no one has

gone to search for them.” Ezekiel 34:2

For it is only the Life of Christ in my soul which can pursue and accomplish anything so lofty. Praise His sacrifice (this is my body given for you) that we might invite God’s powerful love to draw us where there is an absence of Love,

A shortfall of Truth.

Damsel, I say to thee Arise

Healing isn’t as simple as learning to love yourself, it’s going back to the places you stopped loving yourself and remembering why. It’s then holding that part of you close and rescuing them from old pain. The remembering is what makes it hard. The holding is what makes it brave.
Nate Postlethwait

A few years back while at my local church, I began preparing my heart for a special offering of what we called ‘Art direction’. I loved being an Art Director! I’d spend a couple of days really listening in the spirit for what God would offer His people thorough me and my story of redemption. It happened to be my 51st birthday and I brought my Mother Mary statue. I arrived early to go over the generalities with the pastor as the worship team practiced in the background. I told him we’d sing “She’s got the whole world in Her hands” and play with a beach ball. I wanted to honor the Divine Feminine and the Great Mother with some creative expression of the original tune.

I’ll never forget (crying now) how my pastor raised his voice at me and said — MARY’S DEAD!

I was in shock at this theological certainty and my Soul began to wonder what that could possibly mean for women everywhere. I don’t think I had any fire in me for argument because I was a bit mortified he’d done this in front of others just minutes before the service was to begin. His father then walked in and as Pastor was telling me not to bring my Mary statue up front with me, he interceded by saying “I love Mary. Let her stay.”

Last night I attended a local kirtan led by a mature, gifted artist Yvette Om. When she came from behind the harmonium for our second chant, she shined so brightly holding her guitar now– I could actually see God shining through her. I could see that this brightness is what was missing at my old church (how many churches?). God is not male nor female. For in Christ Jesus we are unified by a Spirit which is Love.

A few months after that incident at church, I had brought a chant of Jesus’s words to the dead little girl, Jarius’ daughter

Talitha Koumi! Damsel, I say to thee arise!

We would march around the space- our little band of brothers and sisters repeating the Aramaic words filled with power. I have this tattooed on my left forearm for all to see. For I am that little girl. I am her every day in every way.

Not only is Mary not dead but Anita is not dead. You are not dead, either. But you may feel like you are stuck in patterns of despair and helplessness. I’m here to announce from the rooftops that if you are willing, Love HimSelf will come find you — even in hell.

This morning my friend Mary shared a video from Safari Planet of a few people saving a baby elephant and her mother who were stuck and dying in mud. What a metaphor! for our nervous systems. I was teary while watching because the eyes of our hearts know when something is universally true. When we dissociate from our pain, this part of us goes to sleep in the psyche for her own ‘survival’ until a time comes when it is safe to come crashing through the realms of death into life. It isn’t for the faint of heart for this part of us has been lost from love for a very long time.

This part may feel immense shame. This part may feel unworthy of resurrection. This part may resist and fight for it is more comfortable in the mud. Not me!!!! I am not the one you are looking for Jesus– leave me here where I belong. After all I’ve done. This part does not not remember her original innocence for she has attached a story of her behavior.

She may have had several husbands like the woman at the well.

But this bridegroom has come with your veil and your wedding gown. This bridegroom does not see your mud. Somehow the blood of the lamb has washed us all clean. I know I sound like some kind of old time preacher now. But in my psychic reality this is exactly how my Tuesday night played out this week.

I had just spewed venom. From the pit of hell, my words spat like a demon from some dark corner of the basement of my mind where no light had ever dawned. But somehow I took this woman in pain, this woman lost from her bridegroom and I let her weep in her knowing– I am all alone now. No one could help me here. Look what I’ve done. Good thing it is NOT about me or my worthiness.

But a part of me remembered Him and I cried out that maybe Jesus could help me/her. Love was here and love was the rescuer. I was here and I was also her rescuer for the groom and I had become One. I borrowed His eyes for that moment and could only see distress– not sin, not darkness, not evil. The consciousness of the GodMan filled my heart with a vision of a child– thought dead. Oh teenage Anita was trapped in mud and didn’t know how to get up.Who put her there??

God

God, our maker who is our husband, places us in a safe harbor of sleep for an aeon because what had happened was just too terrible to face. With my God in me, I’d faced not only the pain but I bravely held myself in tenderness.

And in the morning, I the damsel in distress, did arise like those elephants. I accepted the help and reached up for my rescuer. Talitha Koumi– the arising of your original sweetness is the healing of the sacral chakra where you first discovered you are a sensual being filled with an incredible creativity. You have a voice to speak against those who’s eyes have not yet opened — speak up for the feminine, speak up for the power available to us from within. The lies being preached on Sunday’s in pulpits everywhere. These people have divided hearts and minds. Do not believe them– ask of your own Soul what is True.

Mary cannot ever be separated from Her Son. They are eternally the light of life within a great Womb. The masculine and feminine dancing at the wedding feast of the Lamb since the dawn of time. I know I have better news about the incarnation of men and women, but don’t listen to me! Go in search of the light of your very own Soul. Search for the lost and forgotten exiled parts especially.

We’ve all got damsels in distress.

P.s. today is the 4th anniversary of the passing of our sweet GodSon Kyle. I know he’s helping me extend the Truth of heaven from where he rests in my heart