HEAVEN LIES WITHIN....

Over 500 years ago an accomplished poet and Persian Princess of the Mughal Empire that went by the Pen name THE HIDDEN ONE… wrote about the man she fell in love with. A passion so deep the man glance would pierce through her and unnerve her ….She realized in that moment that every fanatic looking for heavenly bliss through the uncompromising pursuit of their religious, political, or other ideals were mistakenly going down the wrong road. It is not about promises of some happily ever after in some sort of afterlife, but about enjoying those passionate and incredible moments that life has to offer NOW. Everything holy resides in the heart and not in some sort of religious building. We can spend our lives suffering and squandering it away in pursuit of God or realize that God is right here within. There are no books that can adequately describe the powerful energy and excruciating beauty found in unconditional love. It was only until she met this man that she finally understood the true meaning of heavenly bliss. She would gladly wait forever for the tiniest morsel of time with this man, so as to share in this immense beauty. 
It is such a beautiful poem as it a lot of her work, I recognized my old work instantly. Her words were so powerful 500 years later she is still studied by the middle eastern, Islamic and Sufi culture. Just as I see myself in lots of my old lives…before I retired from this earthly plane. I was right back then and I am right now…when I say heavenly bliss is found within. Regardless of what points you inward, a relationship, life circumstances or the simple wisdom of an old soul…how you get there is irrelevant as long as the steps take us inward toward that understanding. 
Coming back here, coming to the understanding I have now, has been scary, painful and is now incredibly beautiful…worth every minute of every minor and insignificant lesson. So much so I feel sorry for those that I left behind, even though I know I shouldn’t. All people will find their way here, but I wish I could share the joy and peace I feel right now…. I found heaven, peace, God everything in myself in this energy nothing or no one will knock me off this blissful high. I am determined to hold this space for anyone that wishes to begin their own internal journey and realize how beautiful life can be once you are free. I have had to learn the hard way, I cannot save everyone and I shouldn't think of it as  a  waste of time by trying but rather take advantage of what I learn from every person and experience. 
For now I will remain thankful for every moment, every second of this new energy…this heavenly bliss. I need nothing, I have everything and yet I can barely describe the intensity of every moment. LIFE IS GOOD….GOD BLESS NOW AND ALWAYS THE HIDDEN ONE

The ancient ones have returned, they are here to set the records straight.  no more demonized fiction necessary, only pointing us back to the balance found within...

Hecate is the Dark Mother, in both the positive and the negative sense. She has many names: Hecate, Hekate, Most Lovely One, The Distant One, the hidden one....as many ancients referred to her only as "The Nameless One."

Several symbols and objects are particularly associated with Hecate: The dog is the animal most commonly associated with Hecate, and She was sometimes addressed as the 'Black she dog'. She is often depicted with large dogs such as Danes. She is almost always shown carrying torches, very often has a knife, and may appear holding rope or scourge, a key, a phial, flowers or a pomegranate.

They say she can send demons to torment men's dreams, she can drive them mad, if they are not well integrated enough to cope with her, but to those who dare to welcome her, she brings creative inspiration.  

In truth, Hecate is deeply misunderstood in reality she is the goddess of psychological transformation. Her Underworld is the dark recesses of the human subconscious as well as that of the Cosmos. Many have accused her of sending demons to haunt the thoughts of individuals. What they fail to understand is that the demons are not hers, but their own. By the light of her twin torches Hecate only reveals what is already there. These are things which the person needs to see in order to heal and renew. However, if they are not prepared for the experience of confronting their Shadow then it can truly feel like they are being tormented. 

Hecate is not motivated by cruelty, nor is she seeking to harm. But her love can be tough love.  She will prompt a person to face the things that they must, whether they like it or not.  Hecate is the ultimate adviser, as she sees clearly back into the past through the present and on into the future. She is the Keeper of the Key to the Akashic Records. The final mysteries of life and the universe are hers.  She is the gentle Death Priestess who meets us at the end of our lives and guides us into the world of spirit.

Hecate was also known as angelos (angel) and phosphorus (light). In the myth of Kore-Persephone, Hecate does not interfere when the Maiden is dragged down into the underworld. Demeter is outraged and vengeful, but Hecate remains calm, knowing that certain things in life must come to pass and there is little point in becoming hysterical about them. This inner illumination (phosphorus) of consciousness, this learning to roll with the punches and then coming back to better things is the deep wisdom taught by the Dark Mother, the dark angel (angelos) of the collective unconscious.

This myth is as old as my soul.  Some of the best character building things can only be learned the hard way. Not losing our head and letting our loved ones knock themselves about, is all part of the process. Worrying shielding and or preventing these lessons does everyone a disservice.

I embrace and embody, every aspect of this awareness. Many women have tried and lost their battles to walk the line down the middle...unable to choose between the darkness and the light. This is where we go wrong, for it is not a choice the balance is found straight down the middle and strength to overcome can be derived from the balance.

How can I not love this aspect of me, to deny it would kill the beauty found in my Divine feminine soul. Hecate who has always been depicted with her dogs....she  has always been balanced polar opposites within.. Hecate the beautiful star-seed that has been ravaged by time and incoming solar God's..

She who was born of the Stars 

and who will remain 'til the end of time; 

Triple One, beautiful, awesome and wise - 

She who reigns in Sky over Earth and Sea. 

Bright Goddess who walks in darkness, 

She who stands at the crossroads 

of the Underworld with the Torch of Wisdom 

to light the souls on their path; 

She who watches over the witch 

wandering in the uncanny realms 

and protects the traveler. 

Goddess of Transformation, 

She who holds the Knife 

that cuts the cord from birth to life, 

and life to death; 

to you is sacred the snake 

which casts off its skin to live again, 

the black dog howling at the ever 

changing Moon and the eternal yew, 

which brings both life and death.

Back into Hell and out into Heaven

Has anyone ever stopped to consider that those of us with the most difficult obstacles, the victims of abuse and pain, anger and resentment are not victims at all ..but quite possibly the greatest spiritual warriors of our time. No Matter how long they suffer or remain angry lost or numb, rest assured that these folks once awakened, will take their place ....as the WARRIORS they have always been. They will lift their heads, hold their swords of truth and stand strong with a love so powerful the devil himself will cower and kneel at their feet...
I came to this realization on my own....yup because the warrior I am referring to is me, myself and I. It is the hidden warrior found in every human-being brave enough to forgive and let go. We forgive the person place or thing that holds us prisoner and embrace the freedom it provides. 
This was not an easy task for me because I would rather numb or deny pain, forget the people that caused it and set my jaw with a fierce determination to overcome but my efforts were futile... I ran from nothing, I stumbled time and time again over the things I refused to look at and gained a false sense of security from my resentment and blame....stuffed everything into an unknown compartment of my mind. I was blissfully unaware of the ways it continued to manifest obstacles and hardships. They grew larger and each time I would laugh and say is that all you got world? Bring it on baby because ....I got this....my anger grew, my sadness grew only because each time I thought I had finally battled every possible thing and won, I would encounter something else....and yet still I was unfazed....until the day I lost my child. 
That shot, sucker punch, that hit below the belt not only took me by surprise...it stunned me.  I was perfectly willing to sacrifice myself, without hesitation step into the line of fire, jump in front of a train, walk through fire but never ever was I willing to sacrifice my child.  For a moment, over six long years, it would have appeared to anyone and everyone that I was down for the count. My Achilles heel had been pierced, the line had been crossed and I threw down my armor and told God and all his promises to kiss my ass!! This chic, the one that believed and thanked him for every winning battle was done. God would just have to find someone else to guide and give advice, someone else to laugh in the face of darkness because I was done. I withdrew inside the darkness and let it consume me, let the blessed numbing feeling that threaten to extinguish my life-force and gloat with its triumph over me. I coward before this beast and begged it not to take the only thing I had left. I begged it to take me instead, I sacrifice my life in its prison so long as my daughter could be free. I swore allegiance to every lie and promise and nearly gave up. 
I ignored the call towards the light, and nearly forgot who I was. Until one day I looked into the beautiful and innocent green eyes of the little girl I as trying save, a small glimmer of recognition...flickering before the dark recesses of my mind.  These eyes that I had not recognized before, the familiar eyes that belonged to my uncle....and I remembered his words to me "look for me in the eyes of your daughter." The beautiful man who treated me like a daughter, not his niece, the man who was there when I was born, who believed in me always and the man who sacrificed the tranquility of the other dimensions to stand a me during my darkest and weakest moments.... that moment began the long journey out of the darkness and back out the maize...every false step and every right step back up to the light. I found angry demons, sad demons, unforgiving demons, forgotten ones.....and fought them all.  I endured painful wounds, scars and wanted to turn back on more than one occasion but I didn't. ...failure was not an option not this time. 
I kept smiling with every step of the way until....the moment I faced the last demon....disguised as my daughter!!!  There it stood staring back at me....a reflection of me of a time long since forgotten, a time before I had gained any armor or weapons, an angry demon...a scary demon that reflected every seemingly good and bad choice I have ever made out of resentment... every good intention and every spiteful intention...every where I looked every possible step I had taken away from it....in an attempt to lead my daughter away from the pain and suffering....it was everywhere, no escape, glaring at me menacingly right where I stood, the very spot right back where I started from.  
Having gained no distance, unable to outrun it ....I screamed ..in what was to be my last act of, defiance I ran towards it!!!!!!  There was no way out but through so I ran with all my might, fearless, almost sacrificial I had no armor, no sword, no pain....ready to go out in a blaze of glory....only to appear on the other side, the final destination....of every spiritual seeker. The path we set out to become the truth, love and peace we have always been. Unafraid and without pain I stand in my truth finally accepting the light and love that was always mine to begin with....Right into the peaceful bliss of the heaven within ....
To walk the spiritual path in earnest is to find out what we're made of and how much we are
truly willing to give up in order to come to the end of the division within ourselves. The price for that kind of profound and deeply liberating simplicity is too high for most, because that price is ego death... 
That means contending with the devil, the darkness, walking into the hell of our own making. Facing all our being to purify ourselves from every attachment, gross and subtle, to the narcissistic ego, that demon of false individuality that masquerades as our own self and whose task it is to keep us, at all costs, separate from our own heart.