A Life of Falsehoods

As I ponder our existence in this realm, what it’s all about and where we’re all from, I often get this melancholic sense of being far from home. Yet this beautiful planet Earth is home to all and one, and we are all neighbours sharing the many wonders and expansive landscapes of sand and soil, sun, water and air. The magnificence and beauty of the world around us is breathtaking and awe inspiring, leaving me to wonder why I never became a photographer where I could capture every moment of every living thing, in a single moment of time. Lo and behold, as much as I love the art of photography, it has never been my forte, yet I can appreciate the magic and brilliance of an artist who captures such presence in a single frame.

Old Camera

Which leaves me to ponder further, the magnificence of life itself and all that it encompasses in purity, density and magnitude. The trees, the leaves and oceans are picturesque in grounded presence and purpose. We see a tree as a tree, doing nothing other than just being. Yet we can appreciate its stability and majesty in every way, whilst never giving thought to its integrity and purpose. Does a tree change its leaves or sway against the wind? And do the oceans roll in to the north in a strong easterly breeze? The soil beneath our feet nestles into the hard earth below, where earthworms make their home and crops sprout with new growth. The sun rises each morning and sets in the eve, as the moon sits high each night, according to its placement in the cycles of the cosmos above.

The rivers flow to the seas, and never against the tide. The canyons sit high above the valleys below, and the sky reigns blue as stars shine through the night. Even in the wild, animal life and insects go about their day in the flow of life, movement and growth. Never fighting their existence, nor living behind a facade within a formidable house of cards. The synchronicty between animal kingdom and Mother Earth, remains an ever questioned mystery to humans seemingly inert.  And the seas in their life and flow, remain majestic and ferocious in their cycles of mood bestowed.

Grand Canyon

And then there’s humanity, with lip cream and douse. Nips and tucks and corsets and clowns. Where seabeds funnel their ground in life, humans bury their heart and lives in strife. Seahorses roam the oceans afar, and conmen spread their lies in division and glamoured mar. As poetic as it sounds, it couldn’t be further from the truth. Where nature is our nurture and humans the Earth’s predator.

There are so many falsehoods in life wrapped in bubbles of fluff and packaged in boxes of ribbons and bows. “I love you”, says one to all, up high on throne and cast in gold. “We are all one in the circle of life and love”. Well I’m sorry, but I have a problem with that. Please don’t include me in your circle of lies and bubble of crap. Wasn’t it you who stabbed those people you love in the back? And as that child screamed and cried.. wasn’t that you that turned a blind eye? No thank you, I choose not to be in your club of spiritual “oneness”. Indeed we may be united in life and the truth of eternal consciousness, yet here in this physical realm of body and thought, I’m certainly not as one with the life and agenda of evil.

Fancy Dress

The club of life seems to be all about love and light, and the perfection of spirit in oneness. Yet how is it possible to be as one with someone whose agenda is of evil nature in murder, hate and destruction? To be as one with all is to be as one with evil too, as it is to be as one with horrific actions and gore. United we may stand in life, breath and community.. yet stand as one with a rapist and murderer? They have their journey of darkness to fulfil, and of that I have no say. Yet I do have a say in communion with whom I wish to share my heart and truth. Greg Calise has written an excellent commentary on this subject in his article, More On Embracing Evil.

In the circle of life on Earth, our souls are united in community to all that we share on this world. Yet it would seem that many a false prophet would have you suppressing discernment and thought, for love, forgiveness and peace for all. So where is the sanity in that? To think for ourselves and make up our own damn mind on whether something serves our purpose or not, is where I choose to stray. And stray it is, as it would seem.. is what it is called if you’re not with the pack.

While I am no guru or prophet, and I have no desire to become one.. I know myself well and I know what feels right for me. When life slaps you in the face, then slap it back.. although this may be in the metaphoric sense. Why lay down and die, when you have a mind and voice of your own? Society it would seem is set in political correctness. If you should slap me, then I’m told to walk away in love and forgiveness. And so I pass you again.. and slap me a second time you may, only to be told yet again.. “Send love and light in forgiveness and peace”. Whilst an eye for an eye makes everyone blind” may share an element of truth. These words are in clever use in the physical sense of thought.. rather than in use of an intelligent word or two.

To sit in silence in a world of killing, abuse and hate.. is to lay down and die in a repressed and dead state. To speak up on matters of taboo and rife, slays the beast of death and lies. It’s important to speak one’s truth, as it is important to stand your ground in all that doesn’t feel right. I would thumb the mantra of “forgiveness is all in peace and love”, for a new mantra in reality that says, “Speak up and speak out in your truth”. For here lies the death of the beast in the face of stance and outcry.

Fighting Back

And so, “to be as one is to be at one with all”.. really? The last time I looked, Ivan Milat is in jail for murder and rape. And here I sit in the comfort of home, with respect for life but with locked doors to intruders who intend to harm. The children who recover from atrocities of abuse, should forgive their perpetrator in love and peace? “For we are simply one and all, living together as one”.. said no battered and abused child ever! I believed this for a while myself, at a time when I fell into the pool of “one is all and all is one”. Yet as a child the idea of dieing I didn’t fear, t’was only the thought of meeting as one in a ball of light where I would no longer exist as “me”. I remember pondering the thought of being consumed as one in death, and I would revile at the thought and idea of this. The image of a vacuum sucking my life-force into a bag of fluff, where I would merge into the oneness of all that sat in the dark of murky dirt and dust. It wasn’t until years later, where many a spiritual meme would entice my broken heart and shattered thoughts into a sea of “one is all”. It was here that I sat for a while and pondered, never forgetting my heart. And it was here that my memories reminded me, of all that I reviled in childhood.

Oneness

And so here I am as one. One with me, and one with my soul, in unity with all life on Earth. Devoid of falsehood and living my truth in solace, courage and freedom of thought. It is in this place where I may be uniquely me, where the only rule of my soul is me, where I am sovereign and I am eternally free.

Julie Anne

Into The Blizzard

So what is the real meaning of this word or concept that’s being thrown around everywhere we look? With talk of “awakening” in every corner and nook in the world, it seems to be the talk of the town where it’s become the new fad of conscious living. People seem to be throwing it around as a new spiritual love and light fest. And most of the sages and spiritual gurus know what they’re talking about right? Because they are the enlightened ones as they sit noble in their chairs on high, in peace, forgiveness and ever lasting love and light. And so who are the commons to question this level of heightened awareness? It is here that I smell a rat.. and a very big one at that.

False Prophets

And so it will be where the false gods and prophets will send its commoner on a hike or three, in search of the great awakening. “It’s over here”, says one. “Nay, it’s within the very heart of God”, says another. Now I have a problem with this, in that this awakening is personal and mine. How could I awaken in the heart of another, when this would only serve as their own point of view and agenda? Whether it’s God, John Smith or Santa Clause.. I am sovereign and my experiences belong to me and so they remain my own. As the Oracle said to Neo in The Matrix, “Being the one (to awaken), is just like being in love. No one can tell you you’re in love, you just know it. Through and through. Balls to bones”.

And then there’s the heckler too, who questions the awakening of those who come forth in courage, fortitude and truth. They see only what they want to see, rather than hear your song of life, love and pain that has dragged you through the mud and fires of hell to a blizzard of clarity and self reign. Maybe they think from fear, uncomfortable in the feeling that you know something that maybe they do not.

And then there’s those who think they’re awake as they notice the obvious in life, as occurrences they hadn’t noticed before. And so now with their head pulled out of the sand, all seems light and bright. However, the sand box remains as a comfort zone with escape hatch directly enroute. This is where awakening may easily be confused with dipping one’s toes in the waters of truth, only to find the water cold where one heads back down the campfire route.

Toe in the Water

To truly awaken is not only lifting one’s head out of the sand, but destroying the sand box too. It’s stepping out of the gated field of the sandy enclosure, opening the gate and walking through. And from there.. walking the path of the maze, past the lion’s den, through the daisies and over the rickety bridge, to freedom in pastures ahead. Greg Calise describes it perfectly as he delves deeper into awakening and its defining moment in his article, The Defining Factor.

And so those who have lifted their head out of the sand, may not see the forest through the trees, let alone notice their plot of sand. This only makes for an uncomfortable stead at the all knowing subconscious level, where another may in fact not only see the sand and beyond.. but may also see and point out the other’s.

Sand Boxes

To share the experience of awakening.. sure, it won’t be easy with bubbles of love and fluff. And the more the commoner shares the wisdoms from his trek, the more alienated he will no doubt become. And so sharing from truth and one’s centre, is speaking and projecting from personal empowerment and inner knowing. There’s no trying to be anything, other than just being. And others will always feel threatened by this, and label it as arrogance when an awakened soul speaks and shares their truth.

And so I had this conversation with another, where we discussed Dark Night of the Soul, and the great awakening thereafter. I explained how I thought I had awakened when I was still in the gloom of Dark Night. And then again whilst in between worlds, which not coincidentally is likened to Lord of the Rings, Middle Earth. It wasn’t until I had reached the door to the icy blizzard, where I emerged emotionally and spiritually naked. Devoid of compressed and stifling emotions and confusion, that I knew exactly who I was and what I was meant to do.

Blizzard

The fear was gone, it had left the building, as I was left standing there in the cold reality, with new clarity on simply what “is”. It was like an enormous and invisible weight had been lifted from my shoulders, leaving me with grounded joy and gratitude for the beauty of Mother Earth, and deep love for my family and friends. This clarity was blinding, yet I could look right into it without the need for shades. In fact, I no longer needed any form of shade to see the world, whether in its darkness or full beauty divine. I looked at all around me with new eyes and thought, it is what it is.. magnificent and whole in every way, whilst earthed in hell itself. And this time I didn’t float, drown or burn in all that I saw. I was neither forcefully moved or horrified. But rather, I saw the world for what it was in the duality of black and white, with its many shades of colour and grey.

And so, it was at this standing point where I had met my true self and purpose. It was also  where I found my hidden store of life treasures and tools for the journey ahead. My heart and my truth, my sword, my bow and my quill. It was in this moment I knew I was ready for action to share stolen truths and pour light in the dark corners of life. With the first serving love, the second slicing through many a veiled truth, the other for guarding my spirit and the last as the most provident tool.. my writing quill.

Julie Anne

The Duality of Beauty

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Earth DualityOur Mother Earth is a great beauty, and when you awaken the Earth’s beauty is so magnified in presence, that it’s almost blinding. However in contrast, this clarity and magnification includes the recognition of a greater density in the shadows and dark corners of the world too.

Julie Anne

 

 

The Race to Nowhere

In a perfect world, being in the flow of life would require little effort, other than passion, imagination and creative expression. When creating from passion, life flows with the running waters of presence and purpose, always giving new life to the eternal moment of now. So where do we go wrong when the flow becomes stagnant, to the point of being lost in a thorny mazed thicket? It may be that life has given us a bum steer, or it may just be that we’ve gone off path, chasing a bright and shiny light out yonder.

JugglingI remember my parents telling me about focus, and to concentrate only on what is currently in hand. I was the kinda kid that would ask the question.. “What should I focus on if I’m juggling three balls?” Little did I know at the time, my parents were attempting to teach a valuable life lesson on presence and clarity. Something I would only discover much later in life, through the journey of mazes and valleys of death and plight where unicorns shot poison laced rainbows and serpents hid behind the clouds of heaven.

With so many aspects of life to juggle, it’s not hard to miss the hidden traps and landmines that lay in wait for us to trip up on and fall victim to. And so rather than just a fast winding road to nowhere, welcome to the land of potholes and pitfalls into the unknown.

Life is no race either… nor is anyone unequal to another on the path of learning and evolvement, as my friend Greg Calise writes in his article, “We Are All Equal Here”. Yet if you look at the race between rabbit and turtle, where the turtle mosey’s through the finish line, only to find the rabbit sitting in wait with a winner’s smirk. The rabbit says to the turtle, “Well.. since you were left behind in the dust, I’ve beaten you to the discovery of a whole new world”. To which the turtle replies, “Well.. whilst you railroaded my path at high velocity, leaving me lost in a trail of dust, I have taken my time along the road of danger and plight, to smell the roses along the way and gather the necessary tools to manoeuvre around the new world ahead”.

And so along the slow rocky path, the turtle had learnt that the finish line is merely a crossover into the next stage of discovery that cannot be seen or understood, until the landscape and mystery of this world has first been fully explored, uncovered and realised.

A Turtle's Journey

And so there is no winner on the journey of life, nor will fast tracking take you where you need to go. It is the slow path of hidden corners and landslides, with many diversions and pitfalls along the way that ultimately lead in new directions of discovery.. in life, love and purpose.

And so with the turtle’s journey, rather than being thought of as a lacklustre slow coach, he should rather be considered as Tempered Warrior! With a shell made of near steel to shelter him from weariness and rain, he cannot be lured into the lion’s den, nor does he have speed to jump from frying pan to the fire, with time for pause before action. His cumbersome and protective home that shares his journey, may  perilously take him on landslides of death, yet it may also lead him to nourishment that may only come from the waters below where the fallen path has taken him. I think we could learn much from the turtle, in presence, determination and steadfast will.

Yet it would seem that the path of the rabbit is the cultured meme of the day. Where nothing gets noticed along the way, with the finish line being the focus. “Win, win, win.. I must get there first and win!”, says the rabbit. And so at 100 mph, without thought or consideration for potholes and landmines ahead, off the rabbit bolts to the finish line where he passes the turtle, tiptoes around the Lion and races through the daisies, over a rickety bridge to a shining oasis of greenery.

Rabbit

And so also in life we meet many a lion, and unlike the rabbit we may stop and say, “Hi, may I stay for a while?” And in noticing bared teeth, “Thank you for the tea, but I must be on my way”. And into the maze we go, like the turtle who mosey’s into the dark of night with shadows all around and no finish line in sight. Yet the turtle has learnt that although a ferocious predator, the lion is also a fierce reminder of other potential dangers that lurk and lay ahead. The rabbit could not have learnt this in his dust spinning rush, and so victim he may fall to the many potholes in wait that lay immune to the speed as he fleds.

Lion's den

I’ve met many a lion on the path, as well as a fox or two. A giant, a bear with sharp teeth, a few snakes in the grass and reindeer too. I also met a unicorn once, with rainbows of glitter and bright. And it was here that I stayed too long, in the hypnosis of sugar and light. It was here that I found it hardest to leave, as this was truly the life of dreams in comfort, herd and temporary home.

Unicorn

Yet within the boundaries of the forest, I could see temples of light and waterfalls of long, seeking curiosity like a Pandora’s Box. And so through the tulips of light I danced, over daisies and sunflowers of love, into a world of mysterious wonder.. of ancient rule and chambers of sombre. Many a trick was learnt, through magick and the silence of prayer. And it was here that I found my bed, yet unmade it lay and bare. Ready for me to pack up and cross the river ahead.

Pandora's Box

So as the turtle seeks its path along the road of rocks and falls, I too trekked my way over mountains that bared landmines and hidden lairs. Yet the surrounds of landscaped beauty that is our Mother Earth, and the bees and flowing waters that held my path in check, kept me grounded in my pain and oblivious to flights of fancy in a world filled with oasis’ of bright shiny lights.

And so it is between tortoise and hare, life becomes a race of first and next. The first to discover and the first to ascend into a new world of more shining lights and nets. Yet it is only in the eternal moment of the present, in hinder and cumbersome tide, where we may gather the tools we need to survive on a new leg of the journey ahead, and into another world of hidden plight.

It is only here that one may find truth and presence, in the detail of life whilst mindful of the perils at hand and remaining grounded in the beauty of Earth. For racing past all that is present, only leads to a false finish of illusion and stagnated life lacking purpose.

Julie Anne

Waters of Life

Water of LifeWe all hold a piece to the great puzzle, and there’s no ‘one’ answer for anything. Nothing is absolute in an ever-changing world of evolution, and no ‘one’ person holds the answer to all things. Words resonate at different levels of perception, depending on who we are in relationship to self. What resonates with deep meaning for one, may rattle the mind of another. We are all on our own soul journey, with many dips and turns along the way. As long as we continue to question everything, including our own beliefs and inner knowings, then we resist falling into stagnation and thus continue our eternal flow in the waters of life and soul creation.

Julie Anne

The Emporer’s New Clothes

It is without doubt that life is an array of experiences, challenges and confrontations with many questions and unsolved riddles. It is a world of constant change filled with uncertainty and unknown outcomes. Is it any wonder that we live in fear, within a controlled paradigm of tyranny and manipulation. With the ongoing onslaught of horrific events flooding not only the lives of those who have tragically lost family and friends, but also the constant stream of “bad” news and media shocking the world 24/7 with pictures of war, hate and bloodshed. Indeed, it has the power to create further confusion, division and hate in a world that already lives in a perpetual state of fear.

This includes the most recent Malaysian Flight carnage, where it also serves as a reminder that we are perpetually locked into a world of never-ending crimes of war, bloodshed and loss. Although my heart goes out to those who have suffered loss and who continue to suffer, throughout a history of abominable acts of war and organised crime, I don’t buy into the lies and carnage that are used by the ‘powers that be’, to create further division amongst the masses. It is this very criminal and psychopathic mindset of control and manipulatory measures of violence and death, that’s used to shock the masses into widespread religious debate and in-house fighting and killing. This is exactly what the power hungry criminals want through the perpetuation of murder, shock, loss and aftermath violence that only serves to manipulate and imprison the consciousness and very heart of humanity.

Although many can do without confronting and heart wrenching pictures of death and carnage, I feel that it’s important for the bulk of humanity to stop turning a blind eye to the truth of what is actually happening in our world. It may not effect the masses directly, as these ongoing wars of violence and murder appear to effect smaller portions of the world indirectly to begin with, only to follow through directly with a newly created ‘solution’ that was devised through the use of violence in the first place, and that ultimately effects the freedom of mankind as a whole. When these events occur they create war, division and more violence, and then life goes on… until the next abominable act. But life never truly goes on in the way it once had, as certain liberties are covertly stripped away by reason of terror inflicted “proof” that humanity needs more structured control and authority, resulting in further loss of privacy, sovereignty and united community.

We live in a world of vast beauty and mileage that is our Mother Earth, and although we are to stand united in sharing her life giving resources in order to survive, we also stand atomically united in sharing her heart and soul. This means letting go of programs and belief systems based on worship and idolatry, and recognising our own inner light and the current truth of life on our planet. Turning a blind eye and believing that all is fluffy love and light may be one way of dealing with the daily horrors we face. But it also serves as being unproductive in the shattering of facades and tyranny that holds humanity perpetually locked in an ongoing state of fear and hypnosis. Whilst finding one’s happy place is an important aspect of positive creation and growth, it’s here that we may also become lost in the land of rainbows where we lose sight of the reality around us.

Vast Mother Earth

Whilst there’s truth in perceiving the world from a personal world within, the lines are a little blurred in this preached mantra, and intentionally so by many a new age movement. “That which we recognise outside of ourselves, lies within”. What person, who believes the spiritual trigonometry of illusory separateness, wishes to recognise the atrocities of the world, inflicted by the actions of their “universal brothers and sisters who are eternally united in oneness”, as a dark and unmanifest truth within themselves? It’s impossible to marry up with this belief, unless you’re actually aligned with the dark side in resonance.

And so this is the perfect landmine trap, used for the birth of universal blind sighting. If I were to recognise the horrors of the world as yet occurring, but turn the other way under the false precept of knowing only ‘love and light’ as my reality, as this is all I will allow myself to focus on, then this is in fact the true act of separation. “Divide and conquer!” War mongers depend on this very mindset in order to carry out their agendas and means of control.

And so under the guise that we are all one, these horrific acts of violence also become our personal responsibility! What right minded, caring, loving person can accept this so called truth under the banner of one is all, and all is one? United we indeed must stand, in order to preserve our life giving Mother Earth, however stand together in the ‘oneness’ of atrocities that is occurring on this great planet? No thanks! The heart and mind reviles at this thought, and so begins the journey of blind sighted division and acceptance of the mind prison that is currently being inflicted on human consciousness.

“What can I do?” say the many. “How may I, a single person, make a difference, other than depress myself in facing morbid truths?”. In all honesty, I used to think the same way. How could I, a wife, mother and custodian of the maternal fraternity, make any difference in a floundering world of violence, war and propaganda?

As I lived within this “belief system” for many years, I turned a blind eye in helpless abate, hoping the world would miraculously sort out its “own” mess. I had removed myself from all blame and all recognition of anything that was of an horrendous and dark agenda. Yet on it went around me, serving as an ongoing and painful reminder of the actual world we live within.

“This isn’t my world and I didn’t ask to be here! This isn’t my home and why would I choose to be here anyway? It’s a world of madness with ever growing insanity!”. This is what I allowed myself to believe. And so I was of the mindset that the less I chose to look at front on, the more removed from it I would become. After all, I believe I am a person of integrity, empathy and compassion. I know that I would never intentionally harm another and wish only to live in a place where there is love and community, and caring for all. If I were to look too closely at war, hate and the world’s atrocities and associated propaganda, then I would be looking at the unmanifest within. I immediately reviled at this horrific thought and fell deeper into the hypnosis of ‘love and light’ is all there is. I do believe love and light to be the truth, and its opposite an illusory lie of separation. However this is where the paradox of truth meets lie. When we choose not to recognise the lie, we become the lie. When we turn away from truth under the banner of love is all there is, then the lie still remains behind the curtain of denial. That which we face becomes recognised, where it may heal the heart of knowing and dissolve in the light of truth.

In this imaginary realm of, all is peace and safety, my personal world was falling apart. Everything I loved dearly was being threatened, and all my dreams and achievements began to fail. My life and health were failing and my personal world was beginning to shatter and crumble. I lost nearly everything, including my home, my health and nearly my sanity, and here I wallowed in dark confusion for some time. Nothing seemed to make sense.

It wasn’t until later that I bravely began to face all that was ugly in the world, where I stared the shadows of death square in the face. This metaphoric confrontation removed the final veil of illusion to stark, cold truths that I had denied for years. As I had turned a blind eye on a world that needs to stand united in order to awaken to its prison, I realised this same denial had also served as a reflection on how I had turned my back on the holographic realm of my own inner world. “As above and so below”.

And so I came to realise that the more we turn a blind eye, the more we are susceptible to the lies and propaganda that is fed to the world under the rule of power hungry and tyrannical leaderships. The more we turn away, the more freedoms we inherently lose. The truth is always in plain sight, and it is here that we need to place our focus if we are to not only take back stolen liberties, but to also shatter the agendas of illusion that continue to propagate and perpetuate ongoing spiritual imprisonment. After all, how can one escape if one doesn’t recognise their own prison?

Indeed, true freedom will only be known when humanity not only faces the dark corners of life front on, but also recognises and strips back lies that parade in veiled truth, rather than accept a known lie in fear, as in Hans Christian Andersen’s tale of The Emperor’s New Clothes. It’s only when we face truth that we recognise the lie, and here lies the paradox… unless we see the lie, we can never know truth.

Emporer

As mentioned in a previous article, truth is not always pretty. It’s not the path lined with daisies and sunflowers, nor is it a “tip toe through the tulips”. Tip toeing only skirts around the issue at hand, and seeing butterflies and bluebirds in all parts of the world only represents a portioned landscape of free living. It’s in this very place that the hierarchy of power wishes the bulk of humanity to reside within. A real life Wizard of Oz scenario where there’s a rainbow to safety, hence giving little focus and presence to the propaganda machine that’s churned out daily behind the covert smoke screens.

Whilst in-fighting and division occurs amongst rebels and freedom fighters, the rest of humanity remains oblivious to covert operations whilst living in a contrived fantasy world of distraction, perfection and beauty. Here lies the deceit and facade that continues to guard hidden manipulation and control. It is also where ‘the powers that be’, dip their hand in new age movements that would have its followers believe the naked ‘Emperor’ is in fact a fully suited universal deity. Dare to say otherwise or ‘bare’ truth, condemns the person to tin foil hat status of self reflection and ultimate deprecation. He who sees naked truth is deplored and outcasted from the community’s safeguard, like a prisoner incarcerated in solitary confinement, left alone in confined space and thought.

Although the world and all humanity may be united in universal sister / brotherhood, the soul itself is sovereign in its own right and answerable only to the body it resides within. It will only be until mankind remembers this, that world wars and division will continue.

Indeed, the war on terror is not only a war that fattens greed and fuels the power of narcissism and psychopathy, but it is also the desolation of peace and freedoms of humanity, where the true war is on the consciousness and divine heart of Mother Earth and her children.

We are united as one, yet we are also sovereign in life and soul. Each person represents a piece of the puzzle that is life and all creation, and we all carry the memory of soul truth. We have a right to the experience of a world that is created in love, beauty and freedom, and it is in our divine power to create such a world. Yet, until we not only see the lie and recognise that ‘The Emperor’ is in fact naked, the power lies within each person in unity with the whole, to overcome fear of division and judgement, and to declare and expose the all naked truth for the world to see and know.

In light

Julie Anne

Enlightenment

Pathway to EnlightenmentThe path to love, joy and happiness lay eternally within. Whether awakened or in a deep slumber, its comforting warmth and protection is infinitely there and readily available for all who seek its nurture.

It is often perceived that enlightenment is the true path to love and happiness, yet seeking truth and self awareness is no rainbow of “butterflies and bluebirds”. Neither is it a Sunday walk in the park, but rather a blinded teeter through a 100 mile maze over hot coals, followed by an infinite stay in the “Dark Room of Despair” where you stumble in the dark looking for the door, to finally emerge with scolded feet and met naked with a bucket of ice over the head in subzero temperatures. Only then comes the rebirth from a beautiful and familiar, yet chaotic world of splintered illusion, into the truth of reality, soul freedom and clarity.

As morbid as it sounds, it is true for so many who go through the stages of “Dark Night of the Soul”. Yet in order to truly self heal, reawaken and reconnect with the soul, the various corridors, facades and hallways of illusion need to be passed through in order to tear them down. This is the true path to enlightenment, and although ultimately cleansing and freeing, it is not easy or pretty.

Julie Anne

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A Note to My Inner Child

innermechildI love you, I hear you, I see you and I embrace you. Your guiding light through moments of dark and despair, have helped me to see the life and beauty in all things. The wonder in your eyes at the mystery and vastness of life and soul, inspires me to see a darkening world through your eyes.

I often feel your gentle tap on my shoulder, lifting me out of subdued melancholy. And the warm hugs of love and encouragement, when I’m feeling uncertain and insecure. I often hear you say, “Go on, you can do it!”. And I feel your unconditional love of all things, fill my heart with peace and joy. I am grateful for all that you show me, through the eyes of innocence and the freedom of an unchained mind and heart. And it is your youthful wisdom that you share so freely and without fear, that has enabled me to live your vision in love and truth.

It is only now that I realise, the many times I have thought I have failed in reaching out to you, that it has in fact been you reaching out to me.. holding our heart in unison during the most challenging of times.

Thank you for showing me our truth, and for never giving up on me as I often have you ♥

Julie Anne

Mirrors & Reflection

Self ReflectionMirrors & ReflectionAs someone who delves deeply and often into self reflection, I see truth and value in recognising triggers for unresolved issues. With life itself projecting the core of our inner world and belief systems, how we perceive life, love and people may well be the projection of who we think we are and the relationship we have with self.

However, although I no longer view aspects of life as a personal belief system, I’ve come to know the difference between judgement, observation and discernment. I feel that judgement tends to place attachments to the “right or wrong” of something, hence stoking the inner well of unresolved issues. It’s here that the actions and behaviour of others may become a mirror to self. Yet this is where truth may also be blurred, depending on what a person considers as their truth and whether they are being true to self.

Perception may be the projection of the inner self, however as a dear friend has stated, evolvement is to recognise something we understand as either for betterment or inappropriate to our wellbeing. This is where healthy boundaries need to be put in place, and without healthy discernment, how is this possible?

I’ve come to realise that it’s only when I feel emotional attachment or a trigger to something said or done, that I am able to see my own unresolved issues and this is where healing can take place. When the attachment is resolved the judgement falls away and the trigger is no longer, but rather just a knowing of what no longer serves the higher self. This is where healthy boundaries can be put in place, with a discernment of what no longer melds with inner values and soul purpose.

In response to reflection vs discernment, a dear friend stated:

“I always try to look at my intent and avoid critical judgments.
But in discernment of other behavior, we can attach an
appropriate boundary. Consider why we are here to learn?
To become unconditional and wise, determining we can love
and be close to someone, or love someone without any longer
being part of their lives. Love and self love, together. Gandhi
forgave those who beat him, but they were not his friends.
He distanced himself from them”. Scott Dehn

And so intention is where creation begins, which is largely a projection of who we are in relationship to self and our values.

Julie Anne

Mothers Day

Mother & ChildrenYesterday was Mothers Day in Australia, and what a beautiful family day we had. I am so proud of my children, as all mothers are, and I am grateful for the love I share with my mother.

Today is Mothers Day in America, where mothers and children also celebrate love between mother and child. However for those who are divided, and for the many who have lost their loved ones, Mothers Day can be a painful time of mixed emotions and feelings of loss. In sharing my heart and thoughts with you, may you find happy memories of moments shared, and may you celebrate the birth of love that will always remain eternal.

Happy Mothers Day, to all the beautiful mums of the world.

Julie Anne

Stunning image ♥ by Katie m. Berggren - www.KmBerggren.com

Freedom of Love

Freedom of LoveHeartfelt are thee, to be of one.
Homeless in love and freedom bound.
You seek all that is one
and live in the heart of a dove.

The shores of love break free
on the sand of one and thee.
Soon you will see, all that is right.
Hearts entwined, stars in the night.

Hand on heart, skies above.
Freedom of soul, heart in love.
Open thy eyes, to all you see.
Be in thy heart, with all at sea.

Emotions of mind, feelings alight.
Faith and hope, moon shining bright.
Forever you will see, all that is free.
Open mind is thee, to one life and he.

Julie Anne