The Power That Rules my Fate…

Darkness or light? That is the choice, always. What we choose will be dependent on our attitude, our programming, our upbringing. There is always an opportunity for healing, wherever we shine our light. Sure, we will be hounded by the Darkside until we face it head on. That is our work. That is the only mission that really counts.

This Incantation is from The Eagles Gift, by Carlos Castaneda

“I am already given to the power that rules my fate,
and I cling to nothing, so I will have nothing to defend.
I have no thoughts, so I will see.
I fear nothing, so I will remember myself.
Detached and at ease, I will dart past the Eagle
to be free.”

You may need this when you embark upon your descent into the underworld!

May The Force Be With You….Always!

The Black Hole

I felt in you, inside me perhaps now I look again
A black hole.
It matters little where it was located, it was there.
There is something you should know about this place but I hardly know where to begin.
There is something in there that I feel compelled to see
To touch, to taste, to experience.
I think it is the unknowable.
The intangible.
The place into which we must leap, trustingly
With our life in our hands,
abandoned to the fate that awaits us.

As I said.
Unknowable.
Isn’t it.

Ineffable.

And I said to you that I wanted this and that.
But did I really know what I was wanting?
Beyond the surface patina of how things look, how things appear to our mind?
Did I really look beyond that?

For once, I did not.
I did not enter that black hole
For I was sore afraid.

And so should we all be.
Afraid.
But never be afraid of that fear.
For without that instinct, we are done for.
Without that fear, our integrity does not last.
Without that primal relevance, we are ourselves, irrelevant.

How can we become relevant to the world, and to ourselves, without the burgeoning sense of self-importance?
By letting go;
Every moment, a small surrender.
Every moment, a peaceful intention and determination.
Every moment, finding love, where once there was emptiness.

And of emptiness?
Who can say?
Therein lies the essence of the ‘black hole’.

I told you.
It’s deep alright!
And…
It’s all up for grabs.
Who’s game?

Coming?

Dorchester May 2nd 2017
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painting with ink on a brand new canvas

Now I Can See…

Now I can see what you are
What you are not
What I am
What I am not
I’m taking risks
To be close to you
Because I don’t always understand things
Unless I am close up
Snuffling around for clues
For food
Like a mouse
I want to figure things out
In detail
There is nothing like
The love I feel
When it is flowing
A shape can be formed
And trap us in it’s hold
But….
When we stop clinging and let ourselves feel
Exactly what we feel,
When we don’t lock anything down
And we can tell our truth
Without shame
And be heard by one another
Then the riches will reveal themselves
In the experiences we share
Together.

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Universal Energies = Love

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Opening up to the places inside that have been shut away for so long.
Making faces at the fears that now uncover their subversive intentions to derail me from my truth.

I am not there yet;
The fears still serve as my protection.
Protection from what?

I wonder… if not the memories of past times when that massive energy overwhelmed me in it’s force and ferocity, taking me down into depths I never knew existed, into negativities so colossal that I was drowning….?

That was before.
That is the past.
A memory…

The time is now; I recognise these things in their true form.
Thoughts that have become tram lines in my heart and head; my body merely responding to the vibrations being offered up from universal source; (some are bigger and better conduits than others), and for so long I was hearing the Voice in a solitary confinement of my own.

Pressure from without would keep me in my place, the place where other’s fears are not jarred or stirred, and when I broke free it was like all volcanoes erupting at once.

But that was then…
Now a memory.

This is now…
How is it now? Really?

Is it like a spring rain, for the first time warm again on the inside?

Is it like a water fountain of release, bubbling and flowing inside of your deepest parts?

Is it like a place so sublime that you can hardly hold it for the embarrassment of riches it now yields?

Is it like a formless being inhabiting your very body?

Are you empty yet?

If not, there is still time.

Wednesday 19th April 2017
Dorchester

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a man sits by the window with a mask of his face in his hands photo artistry by adam white

Trust

Now I can see, what you mean is so much more to me than a cheap thrill. It’s a bitter pill to swallow when you know you’ve fallen into a trap and had to have your friends point out a few things about how you’ve been acting.

Suck it up.
Relax.
They have your best interests at heart.
You just have to believe they love you.

Got A Bad Mood?

I have to credit Carl Gustav Jung with the original quote which was as follows.

“Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakes”

I read it in a book and it stuck but I’ve paraphrased it because it is so spot on. How many times in daily life do we reach for the outside option to make ourselves feel better?

Anyway, please check out my video above and perhaps see you around a little.

Thanks for your visit.

Phoebe

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ADAM WHITE PHOTOGRAPHY

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Little Dying

I am discovering new ways to die.

I now die to that which no longer serves me: doubt, fear, grief, impatience.

I now wish to learn through love.

I now reach out to spirit with my arms.

I remember my presence is enough.

I sit in nature and breathe.

So Han.

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Most of all. Remember.

 

Art Shaman; In The Woods

We can get lost in the woods
just like we get lost in ourselves
in our thoughts of future
in our regrets of past
in our longings
in our desires
and the dysfunctions of life.

But if we stop
just long enough
to listen to the silence
we may hear the guiding spirit
the still small voice
gathering us
into it’s arms
waiting patiently in the moment
now.

P.T.
3rd Oct 2016

 

Yesterday was hard. Lots felt wrong. My friend Adam, didn’t feel like taking photos. We were all tired and slightly grumpy after another late Saturday of jamming excellent music. It was a glorious day; not to be missed and by four o’clock, I had rallied myself to capture the moment anyway, trusting that the spirit of kind positivity would bring us through.

We found a small camp in the woods and I set to painting my face with memories of my gigging days floating through. We got the last remaining rays of sunshine and I posed and made shapes in the shards of setting sunlight in the glade by the path. It somehow worked out, and then there is the uncanny sense, at least after the ‘event’ that everything went according to plan; as if you had one! The spontaneous plans are always the best!

It always amazes me how healing creative experiences can be. Once you have processed the shame and embarrassment of scaring passers by with your blacked out face, the thrill of the moment becomes more playful. ‘F**k It’ is our profane mantra in these moments. I’m not being bad. Just playful, irreverent, goodly dangerous to the status quo of holding and fear. The fear in our culture is all the more easy to see and feel when you are driving along looking like a coal miner back from work…. surreal!

Never mind the bollocks. The little shoot went well. I always have to overcome my fear of looking stupid or weird and I think it paid off in the end. I love the results and it illustrates the nature spirit of the woods as part of my Art Shaman theme of the present moment.
Enjoy.
It’s all temporary anyway.

Go Through, Gatekeeper. Go Through!

I feel like I shouldn’t be this comfortable or confident;
I feel like my life is a wreck and I am doing everything wrong!
‘You are’ said the voice.
What do I do with That!? I ask myself (not wanting to fight).
Nothing.
You cannot fight it.

Right or wrong, I guess I want a phantom;
I want something I do not know.
I see things based on evidence and intuition.
So you could say that yes, I am day dreaming my future into being,
Where as others, are dreaming themselves into oblivion.

You ARE the gate keeper;
You can see things how ever you like,
But you only see the dreams of those who pass through your door.

It is time to dream your own dream.

If our ways are supposed to part, then it will be from your strong desire;
I have no desire to leave or destroy.
I seek only to build, repair and develop.
I seek only to know the future I have never experienced,
Not to repeat the pasts that I have.
I seek to make amends, to adapt and evolve.
I seek to expand upon what I have and keep for myself a stable base from which to spread my wings.

If you wish to be part of my world then visualize yourself there.
Do not leave your dreams in the grip of negative presuppositions.
You neither know the way, or can predict its results unless you dream the way yourself.

It is time to invest in your own dreams and stop merely holding the doors for others without passing through.
Don’t let life pass you by by grasping at it.
You must enter it.
You must leave all past behind and let it serve merely as a guide, not a beacon.
Your beacon should be your own dream
Not that of others.

Phoebe Thomasson
Dorchester, Dorset
Feb 15th 2016

Barnabus

Sometimes, things only strike you as obvious when you have been through a crisis and all your doors of perception are open.

How many times have we encountered ourselves and others as merely the gatekeepers to the dreams of others.

When are we going to finally own up to the individuality that sets us apart from everyone else on the planet and be courageous enough to embrace it fully.

I think I ask myself this every day.

I get stuck on the how’s but hey, I’m doing it, even though I haven’t a clue how.

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On Paying Attention…The Secret Sauce to ShapeShifting into What You Want To Be…

Making art is only one of the many tools used by a meta-morph in the process of self-transformation.

Anything is up for grabs. Dancing, writing, walking, gym, cooking, making love….whatever!

It’s the attitude we adopt when using our tool that matters.

Many of us approach our self development practices in the same way we might hammer a nail in a wall when we’re in a hurry; quickly, mindlessly and inefficiently. We then wonder why we hit our fingers, the nail bends in the wall and the plaster falls out. Been there? I have. Lots.

Here are some questions we should be asking ourselves…

Have we really prepared by choosing the right nail for the wall in question? (are you really fit enough for that particular form of exercise? do you really like writing about that subject? are you wearing the right shoes for the walk?)

Have we taken enough time to pay attention to our hammering technique? (are you feeling the nuances of the sexual plateaus or just going in for the big ‘O’?, are you overdoing the prawns? is that the right level of tension in your shoulders for a shimmy?)

If the answer is no, then we will not get the desired result! Period. Unless we are lucky. But we are not always lucky are we!

We must keep refining, keep adapting and keep asking relevant questions. This is what leads us into our own metamorphosis. This is what causes us to Shape-shift into something we want to be.

So paying attention, being aware and practicing mindfulness are the attitudes that act as the antidotes to bruised fingers and rubbery prawns. Right?

Mindful creation, mindful exercise, mindful speech, mindful thought will get us where we want to be in life. No short cuts. Just paying attention to everything we do.

Working anything mindfully then will take us where we want to go.

Mindful of what? That’s the question isn’t it!? I can answer that…

FEELINGS, THOUGHTS, ACTIONS!

Answer now. What are you feeling? What are you thinking? What are you doing?

Keep on checking in until you have a seamless stream of attention directed to your present moment. Sounds simple. It’s not. It takes practice. You can start, right now.

But be mindful of the fact…you will forget to be mindful until you make it a habit.

And that my friends is what practice is all about.

Let the feelings you are feeling right now, tell you what is next, and how to proceed.

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