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Autumnal Equinox - Full Moon September 2018 by Dhyana Kluth  My mantra lately has been, “I am Earth, I am Fire, I am Air, I am Water—I am an integral part of the universe.” I danced and sang, embodied and released this mantra into the wind and salty waters at a shamanic meeting of Wombs and Haras on the high holy day of September 19. After this return to our primordial and innocent essence reset, a new portal opened. I began to dream and menstruate as I entered a new cauldron of birthing.
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by Dhyana Kluth  This September new moon falls on the 9th. One of my favorite magical Sacred numbers is 9. It is a number of birthing. It is the number of months we gestate in the womb, growing and forming from the codes of pure primordial energy. This can be a number to use when gestating the creation a new project, business, or practice. We can choose that number for the length of days to meditation on a mantra, to steep in an intentional field of resonance for a cycle of time. When our cycle is complete, we shed and release the bed we prepared in our womb to gestate life. We let go and return that energy to the toroidal flow of Source.
by Dhyana Kluth  At home with two young children I have very little space for the loud 45-minute wild ride that the fiery Dragon Shakti Breathing practice can be. That is why I gave myself the space to go on retreat and immerse myself in the safe space of a sanctified holy sacred circle. Here is my journal entry about what occurred during my Womb Awakening Dragon Shakti Breathing session there.
Temple of the Feminine Arts at Prama Institute, Asheville NC Fertility Goddess Mother Shakti Dragon Healing Breathing in, in, in. Exhaling out. I make the commitment to myself to keep breathing the dragon breath. Drop deeper and dive into the fire of the Dragon Shakti Breathing practice. I allow my body to undulate, tipping my pelvis as I exhale and arching my back—heart opening—as I inhale, inhale, inhale. This is what I came here to do. To be in my body. To feel. It’s safe to feel this now. by Dhyana Kluth  Temple of the Feminine Arts retreat at Prama Institute, Asheville NC
It’s been a day since the retreat ended and I am still here on this mystical mountainous wooded land, waiting for my ride to the airport, feeling like fresh nettle tea leaves that have been steeped in the cauldron of the Divine Feminine, green with juicy vibrant nourishing color. Yesterday I began to write about my experience the first day of the retreat. Today, I continue with my journey on Day Two of this beautiful immersion when I danced a cathartic dance with the Dragon Elements of Creation around the Womb Medicine Wheel. by Dhyana Kluth  I haven’t published an article here in a long while, busy with birthing new work, parenting, co-creating communities, unraveling mysteries and healing my body-Temple. As you all know and feel, it has been a potent and intense time as we’ve been journeying through an evolutionary portal together on this planet. So I said yes to diving into some self-care, away from the family—away from my kids for four days for the first time in over ten years since I became a mother. During this retreat I allowed myself to be held by Divine Mother and received a blessing from Mary Magdalene. I wish to share this gift with you. This is my journal entry about what happened.
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  LIVE INTERVIEW ~ Monday, August 14, 6pm Eastern ~
Womb Awakening: The Magical Science of the Sacred Feminine Revolution A paradigm-shattering new science of the sacred feminine is being birthed. Menstrual stem cells, telepathy, the mother consciousness of the cerebellum, epigenetics of love, Akashic memory, quantum coherence fields of sacred relationship … 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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