I do hope that my stories of miraculous healings, and how they came about, plus some metaphysical meanderings as well as my daily life, will fill your days with hope, healing, creativity and the Great Mystery.
Cheers
C.M.W
On September 23rd at 9.04am Southern Hemisphere witnessed the Spring, or vernal, Equinox.
The word equinox comes from the Latin meaning of `equal night`. It is a time when the sun crosses directly over the equator and therefore day and night are of equal lengths. Of course the further away from the equator you are results in a change of night and day lengths although not very obvious.
All over the world different cultures and religions celebrate the Spring equinox and the Persian new year actually begins on the first day of spring. Rituals and services are usually to do with welcoming new life, hope and gratitude and respect for the creator. A time for coming together to sing and rejoice as well as for unity and reflection.
Many groups in Australia celebrated this day focusing on nature`s regeneration, fertility, new life, emotional growth and rebirth - inner and outer. Rituals were part of many celebrations.
SOUL FOOD
Sacred rituals provide a safe unified space where participants can leave behind the day to day drama, suffering and anxiety, and come into a place of reverence where the soul, our innermost core, can recharge and be filled with union with the Divine.
Most of us get swept away by our ego`s game of separation. We forget that we are of love.
Sacred rituals can bring us back into alignment, to the place of love. To our true selves. Ritual can be the wind beneath our wings, offering hope and lifting us up so that we can move forward.
GOOD MEDICINE FOR OURSELVES, FOR EACH OTHER AND FOR OUR PLANET
Clapping thunder
Rolled in
Rain washed away
Yesterday`s sin
Cleansing soul
My body revived
I learned to see
My world as contrived
By me alone
To strip away
The ego`s way
That separates us from home
RITUALS IN EVERYDAY LIFE
Before I start painting I perform my own little ritual to take me out of my usual habits and life patterns. My ritual transmutes my previous head-space and carries me into an 'artistic space'.
I vacuum up everything in range of the vacuum cleaner, I light a 'special' incense stick, put on a jazz CD and relax into `the artist` me. Ready for action.
I have another little preparatory ritual that I perform before writing books etc. Each ritual is specific for the activity. Both are triggers to snap into the artist mould and out of the Grandma mould. It works for me!
Rituals take you out of the small mind and into the infinite mind where anything is possible. The space between the words.
When people commence meditation classes a little ritual like lighting a candle after cleaning their meditation space,helps to relax and prepare for stilling the mind.
I`m off to light my candle now, before doing some' distant' healing,
Take care
Love CMW
Quality of life, Healing, Creativity, Sustainability, Philosophy, Metaphysical meanderings
Thursday, 29 September 2011
Thursday, 22 September 2011
International Peace Day
I do hope that my stories of miraculous healings, and how they came about, plus some metaphysical meanderings as well as my daily life, will fill your days with hope, healing, creativity and the Great Mystery.
Cheers
C.M.W
MAY PEACE PREVAIL ON EARTH
On Wednesday 21st September it was International Peace Day, a day devoted to spreading peace amongst all nations as well as to the preservation of all life on Mother Earth. It is a day for reflection. It is a day for realizing and reinstating thoughts of responsibility, compassion and unity.
This year we spent a lovely afternoon of ritual and sharing at Mt Samson`s Kupidabin Cultural Association`s celebration. Kupidabin`s mission statement is: 'To create a place where indigenous people and other cultural groups can interconnect by sharing ceremonies, music, wisdom and knowledge'
The association aims to:
Foster leadership & integrity
Encourage positive change
Promote understanding among peoples
After 'Welcoming us to Country' and the initial ceremony completed, bagpipes were played. The Peace Fire Ceromony followed finishing with a meditation for peace.
Bagpipes played once more and also the talented young twin violinists Astar and Rawhinia serenaded us, with a few concertos, as we enjoyed our afternoon tea. A lovely afternoon was shared by all.
It`s wonderful to see people coming together with the spirit of unity and sharing.
If you want to learn more about Kupidabin, and their activities, the website is: http://www.kupidabin.org/
Until next time,
Peace to all
Cheers CMW
Cheers
C.M.W
MAY PEACE PREVAIL ON EARTH
Peace and Unity Shirt |
This year we spent a lovely afternoon of ritual and sharing at Mt Samson`s Kupidabin Cultural Association`s celebration. Kupidabin`s mission statement is: 'To create a place where indigenous people and other cultural groups can interconnect by sharing ceremonies, music, wisdom and knowledge'
The association aims to:
Foster leadership & integrity
Encourage positive change
Promote understanding among peoples
Bagpipes Filled the Forest and Warmed Our Hearts |
Beginning of the Peace Fire Ceremony |
12 year old Violinists Rawhinia & Astar |
It`s wonderful to see people coming together with the spirit of unity and sharing.
If you want to learn more about Kupidabin, and their activities, the website is: http://www.kupidabin.org/
Until next time,
Peace to all
Cheers CMW
Monday, 12 September 2011
Waiting
I do hope that my stories of miraculous healings, and how they came about, plus some metaphysical meanderings as well as my daily life, will fill your days with hope, healing, creativity and the Great Mystery.
Cheers
C.M.W
'Waiting' is one of a series of paintings to do with the I Ching, or Book of Changes, a Chinese oracle.
Through the years the I Ching became a book of wisdom becoming one of the Five Classics of Confucianism providing a common source for both Confucian and Taoist philosophy. Just as reality presents itself differently to each and every one of us, and within that process layers upon layers of possibilities and truths may be revealed to each of us depending on our angle of perspective, the I Ching throws light on to possibilities and truths relating to our position in time and space at that particular moment.
In my paintings there are always layers upon layers of possible meanings. At the time of painting this particular series I was entrenched in researching anything and everything about health and healing
the body, mind and spirit as I had miraculously recovered from advanced terminal ovarian cancer and was gearing up to sharing this information via audio recordings.
'Waiting ( Nourishment)' / 'Hsu'
All things have need for nourishment from God and later in the form of food from below. Our emotions also need to be nourished with right thinking, foregiveness, release and expression. Movement often can become blocked. Right nourishment including food, thoughts, words and actions can initiate great changes in body, mind and spirit.
The left-hand side of the painting represents our network of interwoven emotions. The yellow vertical, with outlines of building blocks, represents looking at emotions from a Yang, or logic,perspective, the base needed for change. The red symbolizes creative constructive action taking place and is connected to the food digested, and needed, for transmutation of emotional pain.
In numerology the number five is about change and movement. It is also often called the number of mankind.
Evolution is creatively constructive and is connected to spirit
Involution is creatively destructive and is working alone
Anger, depression, fear are all slow involutionary vibrations. Unfortunately like attracts like. So if we are in any of these states we actually automatically reach for a cigarette, something sweet to eat, create more arguments, lock ourselves away or maybe listen to load screaming music, our soppy sad music that makes us cry, or wallow in our emotions. The trick is to see through the ego`s game - to step out of the game and put on happy music, eat good healthy food and go for a walk. A change in vibration can always be uncomfortable and initially, and purposely doing a few simple positive things can recharge your batteries and allow you to see your reactions to the problems more clearly. Then, and only then it is time for processing and releasing the anguish and suffering. Moving forward.
When I wrote my book A Pocket Full of Gold I decided to write a thin sketch of my life so my readers could get to know me before plunging them into the necessities for healing. As I was writing down a sliver of my life other awful memories popped up out of nowhere. Buried treasure that had been lost for years.
My immediate reaction, along with huge discomfort, was to put on my runners and quickly get out of the house and go for a run. Please note a run, not a nice quiet walk. I wanted to escape.
I would reach the top of the drive and then sheepishly turn around and go back to face the music. I would go back into the house, quietly lie down, think of my reactions and the heartache/fear and panic I was feeling, and then listen to Brandon Bays The Journey. I would then process and transmute those hideous feelings, changing them into warmth and love. Thanks Brandon.
Until next time,
Cheers, CMW
Cheers
C.M.W
'Waiting' is one of a series of paintings to do with the I Ching, or Book of Changes, a Chinese oracle.
Through the years the I Ching became a book of wisdom becoming one of the Five Classics of Confucianism providing a common source for both Confucian and Taoist philosophy. Just as reality presents itself differently to each and every one of us, and within that process layers upon layers of possibilities and truths may be revealed to each of us depending on our angle of perspective, the I Ching throws light on to possibilities and truths relating to our position in time and space at that particular moment.
In my paintings there are always layers upon layers of possible meanings. At the time of painting this particular series I was entrenched in researching anything and everything about health and healing
the body, mind and spirit as I had miraculously recovered from advanced terminal ovarian cancer and was gearing up to sharing this information via audio recordings.
'Waiting ( Nourishment)' / 'Hsu'
All things have need for nourishment from God and later in the form of food from below. Our emotions also need to be nourished with right thinking, foregiveness, release and expression. Movement often can become blocked. Right nourishment including food, thoughts, words and actions can initiate great changes in body, mind and spirit.
The left-hand side of the painting represents our network of interwoven emotions. The yellow vertical, with outlines of building blocks, represents looking at emotions from a Yang, or logic,perspective, the base needed for change. The red symbolizes creative constructive action taking place and is connected to the food digested, and needed, for transmutation of emotional pain.
In numerology the number five is about change and movement. It is also often called the number of mankind.
Evolution is creatively constructive and is connected to spirit
Involution is creatively destructive and is working alone
Anger, depression, fear are all slow involutionary vibrations. Unfortunately like attracts like. So if we are in any of these states we actually automatically reach for a cigarette, something sweet to eat, create more arguments, lock ourselves away or maybe listen to load screaming music, our soppy sad music that makes us cry, or wallow in our emotions. The trick is to see through the ego`s game - to step out of the game and put on happy music, eat good healthy food and go for a walk. A change in vibration can always be uncomfortable and initially, and purposely doing a few simple positive things can recharge your batteries and allow you to see your reactions to the problems more clearly. Then, and only then it is time for processing and releasing the anguish and suffering. Moving forward.
When I wrote my book A Pocket Full of Gold I decided to write a thin sketch of my life so my readers could get to know me before plunging them into the necessities for healing. As I was writing down a sliver of my life other awful memories popped up out of nowhere. Buried treasure that had been lost for years.
My immediate reaction, along with huge discomfort, was to put on my runners and quickly get out of the house and go for a run. Please note a run, not a nice quiet walk. I wanted to escape.
I would reach the top of the drive and then sheepishly turn around and go back to face the music. I would go back into the house, quietly lie down, think of my reactions and the heartache/fear and panic I was feeling, and then listen to Brandon Bays The Journey. I would then process and transmute those hideous feelings, changing them into warmth and love. Thanks Brandon.
Until next time,
Cheers, CMW
Monday, 5 September 2011
Poetry Touches the Soul
I do hope that my stories of miraculous healings, and how they came about, plus some metaphysical meanderings as well as my daily life, will fill your days with hope, healing, creativity and the Great Mystery.
Cheers
C.M.W
I was asked to read some of my poetry at a Primary School evening of entertainment. Surprisingly the staff wanted me to recite a few of my 'meaningful' poems. At the time I wondered how seven through to thirteen year olds (who were usually hard for even some of the teachers to control) would be able to take in any of my readings, never mind sit still and be quiet. Anyhow I finally agreed.
Whilst reciting to the children, and their parents, the stillness in the room was so load that I was taken aback! You could have heard a pin drop
This was one of the poems that I read. It has no title.
Disappearing
Into the mirror
I watched myself
Within it all
Hiding
Woven fabric
New and old
With flecks of me
In stories told
Of waves crashing
Rolling thunder
Wind howling
Going under
Then
Surfacing
Sky becomes blue
Cleansed
And vision more true
Softly very softly
Pushing us to see
God calls out
Look at me!
Look at me!
I'm here
Within the garden
In the fruit
Hanging on that tree
In the whispering wind
That catches hair
In song of bumble bee
I`m here I`m there
I`m everwhere
For everyone to see
When
You look in the mirror
You are looking at me!
The weeks following the readings little children would run up to me in the street to tell me that they loved the poetry! Somehow the poetry had touched their souls. The rhythm, the music of the words, had moved them. It had transported them into the space between the words, beyond the intellect, where heart unites with soul. This is why I love poetry. It moves me in no other way. Connects me to beauty and deeper realms of existence.
See previous posts for more poetry and art to do with creation
Until next time
Cheers CMW
Cheers
C.M.W
I was asked to read some of my poetry at a Primary School evening of entertainment. Surprisingly the staff wanted me to recite a few of my 'meaningful' poems. At the time I wondered how seven through to thirteen year olds (who were usually hard for even some of the teachers to control) would be able to take in any of my readings, never mind sit still and be quiet. Anyhow I finally agreed.
Whilst reciting to the children, and their parents, the stillness in the room was so load that I was taken aback! You could have heard a pin drop
This was one of the poems that I read. It has no title.
Disappearing
Into the mirror
I watched myself
Within it all
Hiding
Woven fabric
New and old
With flecks of me
In stories told
Of waves crashing
Rolling thunder
Wind howling
Going under
Then
Surfacing
Sky becomes blue
Cleansed
And vision more true
Softly very softly
Pushing us to see
God calls out
Look at me!
Look at me!
I'm here
Within the garden
In the fruit
Hanging on that tree
In the whispering wind
That catches hair
In song of bumble bee
I`m here I`m there
I`m everwhere
For everyone to see
When
You look in the mirror
You are looking at me!
The weeks following the readings little children would run up to me in the street to tell me that they loved the poetry! Somehow the poetry had touched their souls. The rhythm, the music of the words, had moved them. It had transported them into the space between the words, beyond the intellect, where heart unites with soul. This is why I love poetry. It moves me in no other way. Connects me to beauty and deeper realms of existence.
See previous posts for more poetry and art to do with creation
Until next time
Cheers CMW
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