by Rev. Dhyana Kluth
There is no truth in race or class differences. I know this intellectually and in my bones and yet the conditioning that has been passed down through generations permeates even a conscious empath who has studied in depth the inner workings of the psyche and spirit. I am multi-ethnic and even I have been influenced by the inherited unfounded beliefs of white supremacists that have become embedded in the fabric of the illusion we perceive as reality, the reality of skewed interpretations of experience. Though I grew up in a multi-cultural city with friends from from all of the world, varied in race and religion and culture, even I was not immune to the influence of that insidious patriarchal wound.
Posted by Rev. Dhyana Kluth via Azra Betrand
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by Rev. Dhyana Kluth
I had a dream about Womb Awakening while my husband and I cuddled and dozed off this morning ...
I was on the wooden floor of a spacious cozy room. One of my teachers, Irma StarSprit, was giving out medicine bundles after a class and my six-year-old daughter wanted one of the goats' toenail rattles. As I was asking Irma if we could have one too, a gourd rattle that my daughter and I were also interested in popped out of the pile and hopped over to me.
A guy (who earlier in the dream was represented by my husband) was talking about Womb Awakening with a beloved spiritual sister, Nat Love. They were reclined on pillows in the middle of the room with us, and he was talking about opening, softening and releasing.
I got the impression at first that he was business-minded, scientific and worked in a more masculine field than feminine creativity. Then he was stood up, and with the palms of his hands he rubbed the sore hernia areas on both sides where the ovaries would be in a woman.
Next he had undergone a transformation, and with his back (our feminine consciousness) to me I could see he now had longer blonde hair and was talking about how he plays guitar in a rock band (feminine creative life force manifest).
I woke up as I was opening the shades and pulling back the curtains around the sun-lit room in the dream...
Posted by Rev. Dhyana Kluth
by Rev. Dhyana Kluth
Twenty-three years ago today I lost a beloved friend when we were ambushed by bullets in a drive-by shooting the media portrayed as a "botched robbery" in beautiful Balboa Park, San Diego, California. My friend, John, and I had spent almost the whole day together, attending two plays at The Old Globe Theater where we were apprentices, playing chess and drinking cafe lattes in between shows. Had we been aware of anything other than our reconciliation we would have noticed the pickup truck which drove by three times before targeting us as we walked back across the bridge to our parked cars after the last show and closing party.
I spent the following Christmas in Creede, Colorado with John's family and learned to laugh again even as I wrestled with why I had survived the shooting and what for. I knew then that I had to shed the old escape routes which I had become accustomed to before I even became a teenager thirteen years before. I somehow knew deep in my bones that I couldn't keep numbing my pain, that I was being called to minister and that that required letting go of some old habits. Thinking back, as I recall, it was after I'd gone to church with his family and we were out having dinner or drinks that I was feeling the wisdom of my soul urging me to stay sober to think these thoughts thorough, and to really be in my body and feel the emotions and pain in order to let them go; that this embodiment was the way to release myself from suffering.
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~ by Oriah Mountain Dreamer
It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.
It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life's betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain. I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it, or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own, if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, to be realistic, to remember the limitations of being human.
By Rev. Dhyana Kluth
In this American culture we are expected to keep it together, to not fall apart. There is something wrong with even that language and description because not only are we not meant to contain energy but there is nothing about us that breaks when we grieve and howl with pain and release our tears. On the contrary, when we halt the flow of our grief, we stop the process of healing from trauma and stop the flow of our energy to give birth to new manifestations in our lives.
Even without directly being told we cannot grieve our pain and loss, in this culture, we grow up learning it. It becomes ingrained in our body systems that we must hold on and control and tame our wild nature.
by Aine Cailleach
By CarolMarie Fiorito, Aine Cailleach & Dhyana Kluth
Carol, Aine and Dhyana are Womb Priestesses and Fountain of Life teachers and mentors who love the path of motherhood, dancing, shamanism, creative living and sisterhood.
I'm grateful to intelligent people. That doesn't mean educated. That doesn't mean intellectual. I mean really intelligent. What black old people used to call 'mother wit' means intelligence that you had in your mother's womb. That's what you rely on. You know what's right to do.