<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4933942058415473120</id><updated>2012-02-11T02:49:32.623-06:00</updated><category term='Sophia'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Solstice Message'/><title type='text'>A Crone's Journal - Linda S. Smith</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindawiseheart.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933942058415473120/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindawiseheart.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09586469240661437731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_voOTUmf-T-4/S4W2t5PMSmI/AAAAAAAAAXU/bdObtvFq9TY/S220/catherine-twitter-july2009.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4933942058415473120.post-5717854341888795552</id><published>2011-03-03T10:36:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T10:51:41.677-06:00</updated><title type='text'>CRONE</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:donotoptimizeforbrowser/&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Cambria;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;rds of Wisdom:Regenopause&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Cambria;"&gt;Barbara Marx Hubbard: from a transcript of a talk.  (www.barbaramarxhubbard.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Cambria;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Cambria;"&gt;As women experience menopause, anticipating decades of fruitful years ahead, the realization dawns that they are entering the greatest period of freedom and creativity in their lives. The opportunity to give birth to their authentic feminine self opens, and often, new work in and for the world presents itself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Cambria;"&gt;We call this new phase of life Regenopause… a pause in the life cycle of the older woman when the possibility of remaking herself by choosing from her deepest impulse becomes evident. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Cambria;"&gt;As our bodies age, creativity and spirituality awaken. A dynamic motivation arises to move toward regeneration and renewal, to develop new vitality, and to contribute to the greater whole. As female bodies are capable of transformation to give birth to the child, they are capable of this later transformation as women give birth to their essential selves, and extend their life span, education, and creativity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Cambria;"&gt;It has been suggested that there is a cellular potential that is activated when women get vocationally aroused and say YES to their life purpose. Perhaps women are triggering new hormones through their passion to express and create that releases dormant potentials within them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Cambria;"&gt;Perhaps there is a deeper plan or design, that is arising in us all at this moment in time when the planetary system is in crisis and need. Perhaps, to make this design visible, we have to work together in a way that women throughout history have done in times of emergency. Perhaps women are called to draw upon our biological instincts to love our children as ourselves, to truly move together toward solutions for the whole human family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Cambria;"&gt;The power of nature itself would be behind such a movement, and the best of the men would not resent this power, but realize whole-heartedly that a partnership model is desperately needed to move ahead in times such as ours. Women entering Regenopause would become a vital resource to connect the larger human family, and to act as models and mentors for women with less experience called to this purpose. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Cambria;"&gt;Younger women may well live over 100 years, and have few or no children. This is an entirely new situation for humanity. Imagine our young women realizing early in their lives that their deepest purpose, whether they have children or not, whether they marry or not, is to give birth to their own essential selves and their expression in the world. As essence meets essence, as women develop true connections with each other, the wisdom and experience of older women working with the energy of the young would unleash a vast evolutionary potential for lasting change into the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4933942058415473120-5717854341888795552?l=lindawiseheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindawiseheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5717854341888795552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4933942058415473120&amp;postID=5717854341888795552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933942058415473120/posts/default/5717854341888795552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933942058415473120/posts/default/5717854341888795552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindawiseheart.blogspot.com/2011/03/crone.html' title='CRONE'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18213928299498016546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aw2ICT5vf8Q/SlpArPKRFBI/AAAAAAAAADs/UtP0gEKYA9E/S220/Copy+of+Linda+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4933942058415473120.post-5884002073361450936</id><published>2010-12-24T10:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T10:36:13.982-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Solstice Message'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:donotoptimizeforbrowser/&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Cambria;font-size:130%;"&gt;Words of the Star Goddess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Cambria;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“I who am the beauty of the green earth and the white moon among the stars and the mysteries of the waters, I call upon your soul to arise and come unto me. For I am the soul of nature that gives life to the universe. From me all things proceed and unto me they must return. Let my worship be in the heart that rejoices, for behold; all acts of love and pleasure are my rituals. Let there be beauty and strength, power and compassion, honor and humility, mirth and reverence within you. And you who seek to know me, know that your seeking and yearning will avail you not, unless you know the mystery; for if that which you seek, you find not within yourself, you will never find it without. For behold I have been with you from the beginning, and I am that which is attained at the end of desire”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4933942058415473120-5884002073361450936?l=lindawiseheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindawiseheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5884002073361450936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4933942058415473120&amp;postID=5884002073361450936' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933942058415473120/posts/default/5884002073361450936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933942058415473120/posts/default/5884002073361450936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindawiseheart.blogspot.com/2010/12/normal-0-words-of-star-goddess-i-who-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18213928299498016546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aw2ICT5vf8Q/SlpArPKRFBI/AAAAAAAAADs/UtP0gEKYA9E/S220/Copy+of+Linda+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4933942058415473120.post-8393353236702006243</id><published>2010-08-21T12:58:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T13:13:12.817-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sophia'/><title type='text'>About Sophia, Journal Notes</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;‘Sophia’ is one of the many names of wisdom uniting the whole planet and all creatures in a living body. She is sometimes imagined as the world soul living at the center of the earth. She is the pattern, the template, and the architect of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We often call our planet ‘Mother Earth.’ She gives, nourishes and sustains life. But what do we, as individuals and as the human species really know about our mother? Not what do scientists know or what does the Bible say. Rather, what does she say, what is her story? Where did she come from? What’s she really like in herself – who is she really? And who is she becoming?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one time the greatest crime possible was matricide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophia is a subtle spirit, Quintessence, or anima mundi, pervading the world. Quintessence = the Fifth Sacred Thing = Spirit! She is the spiritual DNA of the planet. When we are awakened to Quintessence, we are multidimensionally present. We know the body through the body, the emotions through, the emotions, and the mind through the mind. Quintessence is Spirit that orders the universe and gives it life and vitality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary Daly: “Quintessence names the unifying living presence that is at the core of the integrity and elemental connectedness of the universe and that is the source of our power to realize a true future – an archaic future.” (Quintessence...Realizing the Archaic Future)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophia is the wisdom of the Goddess. In pre-patriarchal times, she was understood primarily through the body. The rituals that bound humankind to the to all-pervasive wisdom were enactments of sacred sexuality: the experience of oneness – not an abstract One but an all-at-once union with all that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophia is the wisdom of transitions. The pattern underlying all of life. Although Sophia has been claimed by many Christians and often identified with the Holy Spirit, she is not a divine being separate from the world; she is not a religious figure, or a transcendent being to be believed in on faith. Wisdom is known directly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The planet earth is in transition. She is going through a big initiation, becoming someone she is not. It feels to humans from our place on the surface of this great being that everything is falling apart. There is a mad scramble to get control. The human ego wants control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ego has gotten a bad rap lately and although it may just be a matter of semantics I’d like to say something in defense of the ego. This whole patriarchal era that humanity has been going through has been, in part, about developing a strong ego-consciousness and a sense of individuality and control. Over thousands of years, humanbeings have succeeded in building strong egos and now teachers seem to be telling us to let go of the ego. But really what we need to do is put the ego in its place. We really need to let go of any sense of identity-with the ego. Instead we can learn to shift our sense of identity to the true self or soul, which has access to worlds unknown to ego. Ego allows us to function in modern day civilization. It gives us a sense of order and sanity. At one time people went off into the wilderness to contact cosmic consciousness and gain wisdom. But now, by shifting at will back and forth from ego-centered to soul-centered, many people are capable of living within society and at the sametime participating in the cosmic dance, enter the dream while awake, so to speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoBodyText2"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal;font-family:Cambria;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoBodyText2"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal;font-family:Cambria;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoBodyText2"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal;font-family:Cambria;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoBodyText2"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal;font-family:Cambria;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoBodyText2"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal;font-family:Cambria;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoBodyText2"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal;font-family:Cambria;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4933942058415473120-8393353236702006243?l=lindawiseheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindawiseheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8393353236702006243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4933942058415473120&amp;postID=8393353236702006243' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933942058415473120/posts/default/8393353236702006243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933942058415473120/posts/default/8393353236702006243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindawiseheart.blogspot.com/2010/08/about-sophia-journal-notes.html' title='About Sophia, Journal Notes'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18213928299498016546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aw2ICT5vf8Q/SlpArPKRFBI/AAAAAAAAADs/UtP0gEKYA9E/S220/Copy+of+Linda+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4933942058415473120.post-5341181038407595027</id><published>2010-07-05T17:27:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T18:26:25.352-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sophia's Journal</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I can’t keep quiet any longer. Linda has been struggling to find something to say about our friendship for years. Although I know it’s not easy I think it’s about time. She’s not getting any younger.&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It’s not easy to write about our communications because the are not spoken out loud or written down. They don’t follow a linear cause and effect, pattern.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The first clue that we are in-touch across worlds is an overwhelming sense of meaningfulness. Our words are feelings and sensations: a ringing in the ears, the chirp of a bird, violent storms and gentle breezes. Our interactions are not a one-way thing, I’m not some off-planet entity, I Am the planet, the earth is my body. My wisdom is in my body, everywhere around and about you. All it takes is a collective shift in perspective. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Linda is not purporting to “channel” me, she is very clear about this. I think that’s one reason she’s kept quiet so long. So let’s be clear I have my own voice and she hers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Story of Sophia&lt;/em&gt; that Linda posted below (December 31 2009) doesn’t really have much to do with who I really am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The Revealers of my story are called Gnostics.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Although it is about me, Sophia, it mostly describes the actual experience of groups of women and men. A momentary shift in perspective which gave them a vision of their origins and potential as a species. The story describes the first realization of a species consciousness.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;An experience of great significance. Awesome. In their attempts to describe and teach, the Knowers told stories, danced, sang, made love, and eventually created a picture with words of my break with the father god and my alignment with the Earth. I chose to leave the off-planet control center and alignment self with you all. I make mistakes. And according to the Gnostic Story, humanity has deviated from its course. We are in this together. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Linda’s Journal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I’ve known Sophia since I was a child. I didn’t have a name for her then. Our relationship started out with a sense that the universe was a safe place and that I was being watched over by a loving being and I loved her back. As my intellect developed I began to call her Sophia and declared myself her lover, philo-sophia. She is an illusive lover, a shift-shaping seductress. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;In my search for her I read about Goddesses and Archetypes. I studied the work of &lt;a href="http://www.pacifica.edu/marija_gimbutas_life_work.aspx"&gt;Marija Gimbutas &lt;/a&gt;with a sense of awe. Getting closer. But I wanted a story, the story of Sophia. I studied &lt;a href="http://www.sanctasophia.org/"&gt;esoteric christianity&lt;/a&gt;. I was looking for words that resonated with my own experiences. I read a lot of books about Sophia. But my very favorite is &lt;a href="http://metahistory.org/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not In His Image&lt;/em&gt; by John Lash&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Mostly I find Sophia now in my garden. It’s that time of year. And soon I’ll catch glimpses of her at the &lt;a href="http://www.michfest.com/"&gt;Michigan Womyn’s Music Festival&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4933942058415473120-5341181038407595027?l=lindawiseheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindawiseheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5341181038407595027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4933942058415473120&amp;postID=5341181038407595027' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933942058415473120/posts/default/5341181038407595027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933942058415473120/posts/default/5341181038407595027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindawiseheart.blogspot.com/2010/07/sophias-journal.html' title='Sophia&apos;s Journal'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18213928299498016546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aw2ICT5vf8Q/SlpArPKRFBI/AAAAAAAAADs/UtP0gEKYA9E/S220/Copy+of+Linda+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4933942058415473120.post-6984514500452742772</id><published>2010-07-02T13:54:00.024-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T11:00:48.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oil Explosion in Gulf</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="LETTER-SPACING: 0.1pt;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;It is time the human species woke up from our stupor and recognize what indigenous peoples and adherents of goddess religions have known all along: that “the Earth’s living matter, air, oceans, and land surface form a complex system which can be seen as a single organism and which has the capacity to keep our planet a fit place for life." (James Lovelock, Gaia: &lt;em&gt;A New Look at Life on&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Earth&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;When I hear the phrase “oil-spill” I imagine a bucket of oil accidentally knocked over. The explosion on April 20 in the Gulf of Mexico may have been unplanned but it was neither accidental nor insignificant.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It is the result of an intentional rent in the surface of the living organism that sustains planetary life.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Man (sic) knows little about life in the depths of Gaia’s waters.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He has violently entered into Her dark mysterious depths and released an event with cosmic consequences. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Physicists have recently found that the matter-energy of the earliest universe was already, by its very nature, bound to form living systems. This means that life evolves as the &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;essential&lt;/i&gt; process of the cosmos as a whole and is not just something happening at a special point. The source of all matter is increasingly being acknowledged to be a basic universal consciousness. (Elizabet Sahtouris, &lt;em&gt;Earth Dance&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;The source of all life is a basic universal consciousness. The Sea is a source and origin of life on this planet. Life began in the sea about 3,900 million years ago and for the next 3,400 million years or so, life was found exclusively in the sea. It is only about 500 million years ago that the first living organism struggled onto the land. &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;The creation stories of many traditions describe the sea as a primeval chaos out of which ordered life on earth is created. Life beneath the sea strains the limits of human understand. It is invisible to the human eye just as the collective unconscious is unknown to waking conscious. When content from the collective unconscious breaks through into consciousness it is experienced as chaotic, without order, often violent. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Water is a mirror of our mind. Images from the depths of the mass mind have been set loose, they are black and sticky and out of control. Human beings struggle to maintain order, searching desperately for someone to make it right, and someone to blame.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://masaru-emoto.net/english/dr.emotos-message-2html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Dr. Masaru Emoto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;has done research on the characteristics of water showing that water physically responds to emotions. He has proposed that we picture clean, clear water, cool and full of pure nutrients and send the energy of love and gratitude to all the living creatures in the Gulf of Mexico…. "I send the energy of love and gratitude to the water and all the living creatures in the Gulf of Mexico and its surroundings. To the whales, dolphins, pelicans, fish, shellfish, plankton, coral, algae, and all living creatures. . . I am sorry. Please forgive me....Thank you....I love you." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Cambria;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Cambria;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4933942058415473120-6984514500452742772?l=lindawiseheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindawiseheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6984514500452742772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4933942058415473120&amp;postID=6984514500452742772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933942058415473120/posts/default/6984514500452742772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933942058415473120/posts/default/6984514500452742772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindawiseheart.blogspot.com/2010/07/oil-explosion-in-gulf.html' title='Oil Explosion in Gulf'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18213928299498016546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aw2ICT5vf8Q/SlpArPKRFBI/AAAAAAAAADs/UtP0gEKYA9E/S220/Copy+of+Linda+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4933942058415473120.post-2608988430875756919</id><published>2010-06-18T10:25:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T16:22:47.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding New Ground</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Those of us who called ourselves “radical feminists,” which among my friends meant “lesbian feminists,” back in the 70’s, &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;felt that we were living at the end of an era for sure. We were talking about a &lt;i&gt;macroevolution&lt;/i&gt; – the transformation of one species to another.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I remember actually&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;feeling this, feeling like we were becoming a new species, it’s hard to describe without sounding like I thought we were evolving into a superior being or something. It wasn’t like that at all. In fact, although it was an exciting and meaningful time, there was also a sort of&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;sad feeling. Like you realize you live in a different world than people you’ve known for years. But I never felt this was “happening to me,” that I was being swept up in an evolutionary process or apocalyptic ending. I was convinced that WE, mostly women, were active participants, and that we were choosing to evolve along with other sentient beings.&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="LETTER-SPACING: 0.3pt;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="LETTER-SPACING: 0.3pt"&gt;Adrienne Rich expresses this sentiment in the following lines from the poem &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;Transcendental Etude &lt;/i&gt;in her book, &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;The Dream of a Common&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="LETTER-SPACING: 0.3pt"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="LETTER-SPACING: 0.3pt"&gt;Language&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="LETTER-SPACING: 0.3pt; mso-bidi-font-style: italic"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="LETTER-SPACING: 0.3pt; mso-bidi-font-style: italic"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;. . . there come times—perhaps this is one of them—&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0.4in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;when we have to take ourselves more seriously or die;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0.4in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;when we have to pull back from the incantations,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0.4in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;rhythms we’ve moved to thoughtlessly,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0.4in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and disenthrall ourselves, bestow&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-INDENT: 0.4in; MARGIN: 0in 0.4in 0pt 0in" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ourselves to silence, or a deeper listening, cleansed&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-INDENT: 0.4in; MARGIN: 0in 0.4in 0pt 0in" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;of oratory, formulas, choruses, laments, static&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-INDENT: 0.4in; MARGIN: 0in 0.4in 0pt 0in" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;crowding the wires. We cut the wires, . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-INDENT: 0.4in; MARGIN: 0in 0.4in 0pt 0in" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No one who survives to speak&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.4in" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;new language, has avoided this:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.4in" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;the cutting-away of an old force that held her&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.4in" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;rooted to an old ground&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in" class="MsoHeader"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Finding New Ground&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-INDENT: 0in; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoBodyTextIndent"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-INDENT: 0in; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoBodyTextIndent"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In 1966 I was hospitalized after trying for the second time to kill myself. This time, instead of taking pills, I ran my car into a parked car in the middle of the night. I remember trying to wake up following the crash. I couldn’t remember who I was or where I came from. I could not see; there was only darkness. I could not move.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I was falling through space. I struggled to remember where I was and suddenly I remembered running through tall grass with other young girls and all my fear and pain left me as I felt the grass against my face and heard the laughter of my companions.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-INDENT: 0in; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoBodyTextIndent"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-INDENT: 0in; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoBodyTextIndent"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It was dawn; we were running uphill in grass that grew over our heads. The light filtered by the flat tall stalks was blue, the air smelled of lemon. Suddenly the air filled with sound. It was as though the wind had a voice and was calling to us. I was overwhelmed by a sense of tremendous urgency. I ran as fast as I could and arrived just as a meeting was beginning at an outdoor bowl sculpted out of the side of a hill. Women sat on blankets and chairs in a large semi circle. Three elders stepped into the center space as I found my place. They were wearing brightly colored clothes, their eyes sparkled, and there was an aura of wisdom about them.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-INDENT: 0in; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoBodyTextIndent"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-INDENT: 0in; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoBodyTextIndent"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Although I have elaborated on these first memories over the years and written several stories about a group of women coming to Earth from a place at the galactic center, what I actually experienced after the auto accident was very brief, but intense and full of meaning. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-INDENT: 0in; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoBodyTextIndent"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-INDENT: 0in; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoBodyTextIndent"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I had the sense that I participated in a meeting conducted by three elderly women whom I have since come to call Crones. The meeting was basically about how our relatives on Earth were calling for us to help them. There was much discussion about what should be done, but in the end it was decided that a group would be sent to Earth and I volunteered to go.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-INDENT: 0in; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoBodyTextIndent"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When I first woke up to the reality of the hospital room, I knew I was not the same person that had been in the car wreck. The memories of the “other place” gradually faded but my life began to change dramatically. My world became increasingly women-centered and woman-identified; I discovered I was lesbian and eventually became active in the Women’s Movement. I had a strong sense that my life was guided by a purpose I was only dimly aware of. I found myself in situations with women I had never met before, but whom I recognized as sisters on the same journey. My interest in philosophy shifted from logic and the philosophy of science to metaphysics. Although I had studied philosophy for many years, it wasn’t until this time that I realized that the true philosopher was a lover of Sophia, and although I had no idea of who Sophia was in the Gnostic or Christian traditions, I intuitively knew it was Sophia guiding my life.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-INDENT: 0in; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoBodyTextIndent"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-INDENT: 0in; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoBodyTextIndent"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;According to Carol Parrish-Harra,&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;founder and Dean of Sancta Sophia Seminary, Sophia represents the hidden aspects of the female psyche that emerge from time to time and must be intuited or subjectively realized. In order to find Sophia we must have faith in ourselves and confidence in our own subjective knowing.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-INDENT: 0in; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoBodyTextIndent"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-INDENT: 0in; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoBodyTextIndent"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sophia has been ignored in patriarchy but the women’s movement and the new consciousness emerging globally through women is giving momentum to the next step in the evolution of humanity. The next creative advance in evolution involves leaving behind dualistic patterns that polarize men and women, humanity and nature, spirit and matter, and mind and body.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4933942058415473120-2608988430875756919?l=lindawiseheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindawiseheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2608988430875756919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4933942058415473120&amp;postID=2608988430875756919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933942058415473120/posts/default/2608988430875756919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933942058415473120/posts/default/2608988430875756919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindawiseheart.blogspot.com/2010/06/finding-new-ground.html' title='Finding New Ground'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18213928299498016546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aw2ICT5vf8Q/SlpArPKRFBI/AAAAAAAAADs/UtP0gEKYA9E/S220/Copy+of+Linda+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4933942058415473120.post-228409348473963629</id><published>2010-04-02T14:36:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T15:14:27.479-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Women and Conscious Evolution</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-INDENT: 0in; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoBodyTextIndent"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-style: italic;font-family:'Comic Sans MS';" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-INDENT: 0in; MARGIN: 0in 0.4in 0pt" class="MsoBodyTextIndent"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We [women] are becoming aware that we can consciously evolve; that our new “organ” is something which enables us to will our own further evolution. The more aware we become of our own evolutionary process, the more we are empowered to will and direct that process: an incredible evolutionary leap, a macro-mutation on a level with (and having a similar dynamics to) the development of language.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-INDENT: 0in; MARGIN: 0in 0.4in 0pt" class="MsoBodyTextIndent"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;These are the words of Barbara Starrett in 1976 in her article “I Dream in Female: The Metaphors of Evolution."&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Before it was published my friend and colleague, Jere VanSyoc, gave me a Xerox copy of the article. Someone on the East Coast had sent it to her. We didn’t have the internet or email in those days but there was a large global network of mostly lesbian feminists connecting in the Background sending each other messages filled with a sense of urgency and vision, reaching out to others living the same Dream. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Today more and more women are becoming aware that we can consciously evolve, that together we can direct our own evolution and participate in the greater evolutionary process of which we are a part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But first we’ve got to stop thinking of the evolutionary process as linear. Scientists may have a more comprehensive understanding but most of us imagine evolution progressing in a linear pattern. The universe is said to have a beginning at an identifiable point in the past and to proceed a straight line culminating at point in the future. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-INDENT: 0in; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoBodyTextIndent2" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;The biblical story of creation is an example of the linear perspective: The world begins with an act of creation by God, then proceeds through the age of the patriarchs to that of the prophets to the incarnation of Christ; it will continue through the age of the Church to a final apocalyptic conclusion when time will end. The secular view of the evolution of civilization is similar; human civilization is seen to grow from the ancient, “primitive,” cultures of the Old Stone Age through various transformations to our present, “advanced” society. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-INDENT: 0in; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoBodyTextIndent2" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;We need a new image of our evolutionary process before we can see how to consciously evolve, one that fits our experience. Helena Blavatsky, a foremother of the 70’s Women’s Movement, pointed out that the linear Darwian account of the evolutionary process begins at the “mid-point of total evolutionary progression” and only considers biological phases of our physical development, ignoring the spiritual dimensions. Darwin’s focus on the physical, Blavatsky insisted, omitted the mental, creative, and visionary life of human beings. In other words, Darwinian evolution omitted consciousness&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-INDENT: 0in; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: 4.75in" class="MsoBodyTextIndent2" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Blavatsky, in &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;The Secret Doctrine, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-style: italic"&gt;imagines&lt;/span&gt; evolution moving in a spiral pattern, making loops or circles but moving forward at the same time, so that patterns but not particulars are repeated.&lt;span class="MsoEndnoteReference"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-INDENT: 0in; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: 4.75in" class="MsoBodyTextIndent2" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The spiraling movement and direction of evolution is guided by the organizing patterns of consciousness itself. Consciousness is the creative force of evolution. As evolution proceeds, the wisdom from previous ages emerges at the beginning of the new age to serve as a guide during the transition.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-INDENT: 0in; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: 4.75in" class="MsoBodyTextIndent2" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;As one age draws to a close, wisdom from previous ages emerges. As the current patriarchal age draws to a close, the wisdom of the previous age, with its goddess-centered culture, has been emerging primarily through women.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-INDENT: 0in; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: 4.75in" class="MsoBodyTextIndent2" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;This does not mean that one age is determined by what came before. Our foremothers don’t direct our destiny; rather wisdom from previous ages is present as possibility and creative potential and is available to each one of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Since consciousness evolves in a spiral, each time a similar organization of conscious energy comes again it seems to be on a somewhat “higher” or more complex level, which is built on, and inclusive of, the preceding developments. In order to evolve, to enter a new age or another loop in the spiral, we must consciously and completely absorb and include the wisdom of our ancestors in our very being. As a species our ancestors include the rocks and mountains, plants, trees, the four-leggeds and winged ones. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-INDENT: 0in; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoBodyTextIndent"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Our bodies are a vehicle of consciousness. Consciousness feels and senses, touches, reaches out and withdraws. All bodies are vehicles of consciousness. &lt;span style="LETTER-SPACING: -0.2pt"&gt;As Christian deQuincey points out, the ancients knew what anyone who interacts honestly with the natural world knows: “Matter itself tingles with the spark of spirit, and therefore nature, in all its forms and glory is sacred to its deepest roots” (&lt;i&gt;Radical Nature).&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Whatever way we imagine it, the pattern of evolution seems to be a process of including and transcending. The new age includes and transcends elements of the preceding ages. What seems to be missing today is the &lt;i&gt;includes &lt;/i&gt;part&lt;i&gt;. &lt;/i&gt;Patriarchal thought and religion are all about transcending. As if the “lesser” beings – the trees and animals, minerals, mountains, rivers, and so forth – could be left behind. We need to renew our relationship with the others evolving along with us.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;David Abram in &lt;i&gt;The Spell of The Sensuous &lt;/i&gt;says that in indigenous, oral, cultures “language functions not simply to dialogue with other humans but also to converse with the more-than-human cosmos, to renew reciprocity with the surrounding powers of earth and sky, to invoke kinship even with those entities which, to the civilized mind, are utterly insentient and inert.”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;A rock, for example, may be addressed with respect and reverence as evident in these words of an Omaha medicine person:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: .5in" class="MsoHeader"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Unmoved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;from time without&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;end&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;you rest&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;there in the midst of the paths&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;in the midst of the winds&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;you rest&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;cover with the droppings of birds&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;grass growing from your feet&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4933942058415473120-228409348473963629?l=lindawiseheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindawiseheart.blogspot.com/feeds/228409348473963629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4933942058415473120&amp;postID=228409348473963629' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933942058415473120/posts/default/228409348473963629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933942058415473120/posts/default/228409348473963629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindawiseheart.blogspot.com/2010/04/women-and-conscious-evolution.html' title='Women and Conscious Evolution'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18213928299498016546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aw2ICT5vf8Q/SlpArPKRFBI/AAAAAAAAADs/UtP0gEKYA9E/S220/Copy+of+Linda+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4933942058415473120.post-2640209778967900912</id><published>2009-12-31T15:18:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T11:44:55.829-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Story of Sophia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;A Story To Guide The Species &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"A myth is essentially a guide; it tells us what we must do in order to live more richly. If we do not apply it to our own situation and make the myth a reality in our own lives, it will remain an incomprehensible and remote as the rules of a board game, which often seem confusing and boring until we start to play." (Karen Armstrong, &lt;i&gt;A Short History of Myth&lt;/i&gt;).&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;In his book, &lt;i&gt;Not In His Image,&lt;/i&gt; and&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;his writings on the website &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.metahistory.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;www.metahistory.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;, John Lash shows how we have departed from the proper course of our evolution as a species. We have been torn out of a primal connection with Gaia, the living planet. He further points out that “our connection to the living earth is not merely a matter of survival, it is essential to our way of knowing ourselves, defining who we are as a species.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;The story of Sophia, preserved by the prechristian Gnostics, is a sacred story about the origins of humanity, how the earth evolved, and how we as a species are uniquely involved with the planetary intelligence. It is a story to inspire and guide us on our way to understanding our role in Gaia’s cosmic activities. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sophia is central to the Gnostic Mystery Schools that were destroyed by the rise of Christianity (see previous blog 11/24). The Gnostics were not attempting to promote a belief system involving an off-planet higher power but taught techniques for experiencing our connection to the divine power that is here, fully earthbound and accessible to all.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;The initiates of the Mysteries, after intensive training, learned to perceive a marvelous light, which they describe as pure opalescent currents of organic, life giving, light. This light was their teacher filling them with a primordial wisdom, which is Sophia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;As teachers of the Mysteries, the purpose of the Gnostics was to nurture and guide human potential one person at a time. Students of the mysteries are given a deep understanding of what it means to be instruments for co-evolution consecrated to Gaia/Sophia. Students need a narrative framework, a guiding story, a myth, in order to find their own direct line to the planetary intelligence. This is the story of Sophia. [Told here based mostly on Lash’s DVD &lt;i&gt;Sophia Returning&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sacredmysteries.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;www.sacredmysteries.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Before she became the Earth, Sophia lived at the Galactic Center, the source of life, with others like herself called Aeons. The Aeon’s create the worlds, not as a craftsperson, but they seed worlds like an over flowing fountain. Their power of creation comes from their imagination. They imagine or dream different worlds and project them into being. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;One of the Aeons often takes the lead in imagining something new and it was Sophia who first imagined the human species. She imagined a playful species with a unique capacity for novelty and consequently the capacity for error.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;With all the Aeons supporting her, Sophia projected a template of her imagined species into the Universe. All the other Aeons stepped back to watch, as was usual, but Sophia stepped to the edge of the Galactic perimeter, fascinated by her creation. Her love, passion, and interest in this new species caused an unusual event to happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Sophia was so passionate and fascinated by her creation that she desired to be involved with it and plunged out from the Galactic Center. She erupted as a plumb of opalescent light falling into the chaos of dead matter. This had never happened before, no Aeon had ever left the Center, Sophia’s fall was an anomalous event, a novelty in the universe, a singularity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;This surge of divine energy into the chaos of inorganic matter had fantastic repercussions which Sophia herself could not predict. One of the amazing things that happened was the creation of the world of an inorganic species called the Archons. This is one of the most confusing aspects of the story, a science fiction element, and I’m not sure what to make of it. I say more about the Archons below. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Next the story comes down to earth evolution. The plumb of organic opalescent light that was Sophia began to curl on itself. This is the involution of a divine consciousness made of pure light into sensory existence. Sophia turned into the planet earth bringing the template of human potential with her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;What makes this planet unique is that we inhabit the actual Dreaming of the goddess who invented us. This is an interactive myth. As long as we interact with her in her Dreaming this planet is our paradise, a place for us to play and learn, to experience love, to exchange wisdom, to experiment with technology, tools, our senses, our species interacting with the planet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;The story of Sophia is the ultimate ecofeminist myth and the ultimate healing myth for our species. Sophia got involved because of her intense attraction to us. She saw that it was a very big risk she was taking in inventing a species with as much latitude as we have with the ability to make mistakes and to deviate from the path of our evolution.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;It could be said that Sophia herself deviated by leaving the Galactic Center and plunging into the chaos of inorganic matter creating a freak species of inorganic beings, the Archons, who interact with humanity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;The Archons, (what we call E.T.s) according to the Gnostics, are not a harmless side effect of Sophia’s plunge into the universe, they are a serious threat because they envy us, because we can play and they can’t. We have a living environment and they are a robotic, mechanical species. The Archons do not have the capacity of intention; they cannot create but only simulate reality. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;The world we live in can be divided into 1) what human beings have made in association with Sophia and 2) What the Archons lead us to do by their simulations. The Archons use their ability to reproduce things so that we can’t tell the reproduction from the original thing. We also have the capacity to use simulation. If we use simulation in Sophia’s way we get bio-mimicry – we learn how to mimic nature and create “supernature” – sustainable systems and technology. But if we lose a sense of what the original thing copied was, we are lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;In order to &lt;i&gt;correct&lt;/i&gt; we have to go back to the original. Archons are external entities that invade our minds through suggestion and simulation. They slip in when we lose the distinction between the copy and the real thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Lash says this began as long ago as 4500 BCE with what we now call “channeling.” This is how the Archons first got into the human mind. Archons channeled false information the most damaging being idea of the male godhead – the patriarchal lie. This created a domino effect leading to maladaptive, non-sustainable behavior. The first really maladaptive behavior is male dominance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;The Archon component points out how the human species deviated – if we know how we deviated we can correct it. They really have no power over us but cause us to deviate by making us believe that what we desire is a replica, not the original. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Organic light is the substance body of Sophia. We will dance in her light when the simulation falls away. The Archons create a virtual world. If I live in this world I don’t know what I desire, I desire what others desire and go along with the status quo. We are self-generating cells within the body of Sophia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;The Archon or E.T. phenomenon is not independent of human imagination, it is the part of our imagination that we need to master and go beyond if we are going to get back on track with Sophia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4933942058415473120-2640209778967900912?l=lindawiseheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindawiseheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2640209778967900912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4933942058415473120&amp;postID=2640209778967900912' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933942058415473120/posts/default/2640209778967900912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933942058415473120/posts/default/2640209778967900912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindawiseheart.blogspot.com/2009/12/story-of-sophia.html' title='The Story of Sophia'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18213928299498016546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aw2ICT5vf8Q/SlpArPKRFBI/AAAAAAAAADs/UtP0gEKYA9E/S220/Copy+of+Linda+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4933942058415473120.post-329594665046256145</id><published>2009-12-16T13:32:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T17:10:16.213-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Women On The Edge Of Evolution</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;am attending a free teleseminar called, “Women of the Edge of Evolution: Awakening to the power to co-create our lives and shape our collective future.” There are a total of fourteen sessions, one a week, which consist of a conversation with women described as “fourteen of the world’s leading female spiritual luminaries, thinkers and agents of change.”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I am really inspired by the series, which is about half over now, but you can listen to all of the conversations and questions from participants on-line or download them to your mp3 player or ipod. Register at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.womenontheedgeofevolution.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#800080;"&gt;www.womenontheedgeofevolution.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoBodyTextIndent"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Here are some notes I took listening to the conversation with Barbara Marx Hubbard. Barbara, who is 80 years old, is an inspiration for me (I’m 71). She is a truly wise Crone who has been living on the edge of evolution for a long time and doesn’t seem to be slowing down a bit. She speaks from her own experien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aw2ICT5vf8Q/Syq4nneEsKI/AAAAAAAAAEc/PW5orwlp48A/s1600-h/Barbara-Marx+Hubbard.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416344492615970978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aw2ICT5vf8Q/Syq4nneEsKI/AAAAAAAAAEc/PW5orwlp48A/s200/Barbara-Marx+Hubbard.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;ce about the profound changes of aging, “After 50, when you have no more eggs, you become the egg. The egg of the authentic female self has not been fully expressed on this planet for many many thousands of years and never in an information rich society like the one we are now in. Women are at the edge of evolution wherever we step forward as a group and say ‘yes’ to our deeper potential, ‘yes’ to our life purpose.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoBodyTextIndent"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;The “authentic female self” has not been fully expressed on the planet since before history and the development of patriarchy. In order to become evolutionary women, or co-creators, and participate in our own evolution and the evolution of our planet and society women are called to discover, remember, or invent our ancient authentic self and indigenous genius. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoBodyTextIndent"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Barbara describes the evolutionary woman as one who is incarnating the cosmic creative impulsive, and when she gets awakened to that it feels like a spiritual awakening, which leads to creative action. Women who are living at the edge are finding a deeper life purpose or are yearning to find one. A co-creative woman as she awakens and says “yes” begins to grow in an unprecedented way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoBodyTextIndent"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoBodyTextIndent"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When a woman expresses her true-self in the world through creative action, she is what Barbara calls “suprasexually creative and attractive. Suprasex is the sexual drive become a creative drive. This doesn’t exclude sex but expands it. A woman who is suprasexually aroused by her own creativity and the development of herself and her life is the most attractive force on earth&lt;b&gt;. &lt;/b&gt;The co-creative woman attracts that which she sees within her that needs to be created.&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoBodyTextIndent"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoBodyTextIndent"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;In the Women’s Movement of the 60’s and 70’s women were waking up on mass to our true situation as women in patriarchy. We joined together in groups for a common purpose. First we tried to be equal to men in a dysfunctional world, then we woke up to the fact that we are facing a planetary crisis and we may not be able to make it, and then we started to wake up to the fact that inside the female is a passion for love, community, creativity, and coherence. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoBodyTextIndent"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Discovering their passion, co-creative women fall in love with what they do, with their work, with the giving of themselves in service to others and the planet. Barbara, examining her own experience says, “I love the expression of the divine aspect of myself when it feels connected and in service with others. It feels so rewarding, self-rewarding in the doing.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoBodyTextIndent"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoBodyTextIndent"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoBodyTextIndent"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;This lead into a discussion of the fact that many women become so passionate and involved in the work they love, generously giving of themselves, that they become overwhelmed and experience “burn out.” This topic has come up often in the series. I liked the perspective of Sofia Diaz in her teleseminar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoBodyTextIndent"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoBodyTextIndent"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sofia Diaz&lt;/b&gt; (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sofiayoga.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#800080;"&gt;www.sofiayoga.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;), is a Hatha Yoga, sacred movement, and feminine spiritual practices teacher. She agrees that women have an important and unique role, “Women hold the key to the evolution of consciousness and culture because of our capacity for compassion, our sensitivity for others pain and suffering, and deep caring.” This capacity, Sofia calls “feminine genius” and says that it is “a source of deep power that we are holding to evolve our world.” Yet many of us are feeling overwhelmed, almost victimized by our capacity to care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoBodyTextIndent"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoBodyTextIndent"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;It is important to realize how profound it is to have the capacity of care and the ability to relinquish self and output for the sake of others. This “is the highest pinnacle in all spiritual traditions, sought after by mystics and spiritual seekers.”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Problems arise when it is unconscious, when you don’t realize you are extending one of the most generous gestures in this human universe, if your motives are fear, not being loved, insufficiency, fear of loss, then this is the catastrophe we find our selves in feeling overwhelmed and victimized. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoBodyTextIndent"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoBodyTextIndent"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;We need to stop and ask why am I extending myself? But instead of answering this question with mental discrimination, we ask our body. First you have to be able to feel the parts of your body and then the information you get is the truth. Rather than answering the question with criticism of your character look to the genius of the feminine body this is where you find the deepest answers and the refinement of great questions. “When I ask myself what is my motivation and I look for tensions in my body, I always get an answer – perhaps I felt weak or hurt by a particular interaction or I’m afraid to extend myself in a way that feels risky. The answers are really detailed and come directly from the body.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoBodyTextIndent"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoBodyTextIndent"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;If you ask a deep question and let yourself feel it viscerally there is a relief and in that relief your heart actually relaxes, and if you find a relaxation in your heart and you take a deep breath into it, the biggest relief and the biggest answer to self-care is that you are loved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoBodyTextIndent"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoBodyTextIndent"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Sofia has much to say about the genius of the feminine body as well as instructions on how to access that genius. You can listen to her Women on the Edge of Evolution teleseminar by registering at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.womenontheedgeofevolution.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#800080;"&gt;www.womenontheedgeofevolution.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoBodyTextIndent"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoBodyTextIndent"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoBodyTextIndent"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4933942058415473120-329594665046256145?l=lindawiseheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindawiseheart.blogspot.com/feeds/329594665046256145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4933942058415473120&amp;postID=329594665046256145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933942058415473120/posts/default/329594665046256145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933942058415473120/posts/default/329594665046256145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindawiseheart.blogspot.com/2009/12/women-on-edge-of-evolution.html' title='Women On The Edge Of Evolution'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18213928299498016546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aw2ICT5vf8Q/SlpArPKRFBI/AAAAAAAAADs/UtP0gEKYA9E/S220/Copy+of+Linda+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aw2ICT5vf8Q/Syq4nneEsKI/AAAAAAAAAEc/PW5orwlp48A/s72-c/Barbara-Marx+Hubbard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4933942058415473120.post-921587630463428713</id><published>2009-11-24T16:21:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T15:46:13.174-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Study Group</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;My Study Group is currently reading &lt;em&gt;Not In His Image: Gnostic Vision, Sacred Ecology, and the Future of Belief&lt;/em&gt;, by John Lamb Lash. The book begins with a description of the violent rise of Christianity and its campaign of genocide against the ancient Pagan peoples. The consequent development of patriarchy and the cultural adaptation to the dominance paradigm has taken humanity off course. Patriarchy is evolutionarily maladaptive. Lash believes that the Gnostic Myth of Sophia, woven together with contemporary deep ecology, provides a course of correction for the evolution of our species. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Lash describes history in terms of abuse bonding, what he calls the “victim-perpetrator syndrome.” A bond forms between abusers and those they abuse, between perpetrator and victim, and some of the abused become abusers in return. Even if they don’t become perpetrators, the victim tends to stay faithful to their abuser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lash argues that the ideology of Christian salvation is a pathological concept that serves as a cover-up for the victim-perpetrator syndrome repeated over generations - the genocide of the Pagans, the destruction of the Ancient Mysteries, the Crusades, the Inquisition, the conquering of the Americas. He does not blame all violence on Christian ideology. But he says, “Humans are capable of violence and oppression. When that tendency becomes legitimated by a grand religious belief system, then the violence takes on a superhuman dimension, going totally out of scale.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A historical example is when the Europeans discovered America. They systematically perpetrated genocide on the Native Americans who they said were “savages” and required “saving.” They were “saving the natives” for redemption in heaven. Why did they do that when they could have made alliances with those people? Lash believes it is because the Europeans who came to the Americas in the 15th century had already been victims of genocide and violence through the imposition of Christianity. They were the abused who turned into abusers. Their ancestors were the Native Europeans, the Pagan Peoples, victims of genocide or forced conversion at the hands of Christians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lash believes that the path of deep ecology is a way back to what we had before the rise of salvationist patriarchal ideology. This is the path taking us back to Sophia, the goddess of wisdom, and to the Pagan Mysteries that were massacred by the rise of Christianity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time: A Story to Guide the Species.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4933942058415473120-921587630463428713?l=lindawiseheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindawiseheart.blogspot.com/feeds/921587630463428713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4933942058415473120&amp;postID=921587630463428713' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933942058415473120/posts/default/921587630463428713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933942058415473120/posts/default/921587630463428713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindawiseheart.blogspot.com/2009/11/study-group.html' title='Study Group'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18213928299498016546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aw2ICT5vf8Q/SlpArPKRFBI/AAAAAAAAADs/UtP0gEKYA9E/S220/Copy+of+Linda+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4933942058415473120.post-4607511423075563469</id><published>2009-07-04T07:52:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T08:10:52.228-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fourth of July Seed Thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aw2ICT5vf8Q/Sk9TqTfomoI/AAAAAAAAADc/Dbs5Bx5QqTI/s1600-h/fireworks2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 170px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354590468219378306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aw2ICT5vf8Q/Sk9TqTfomoI/AAAAAAAAADc/Dbs5Bx5QqTI/s200/fireworks2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There is a peaceful transformation in the hearts and minds of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;people of the United States of America and our government. We are all part of a world wide peace movement which is replacing fear with love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4933942058415473120-4607511423075563469?l=lindawiseheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindawiseheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4607511423075563469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4933942058415473120&amp;postID=4607511423075563469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933942058415473120/posts/default/4607511423075563469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933942058415473120/posts/default/4607511423075563469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindawiseheart.blogspot.com/2009/07/fourth-of-july-seed-thought.html' title='Fourth of July Seed Thought'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18213928299498016546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aw2ICT5vf8Q/SlpArPKRFBI/AAAAAAAAADs/UtP0gEKYA9E/S220/Copy+of+Linda+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aw2ICT5vf8Q/Sk9TqTfomoI/AAAAAAAAADc/Dbs5Bx5QqTI/s72-c/fireworks2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4933942058415473120.post-7443919739939070476</id><published>2009-07-01T17:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T17:46:34.632-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You are the timeless presence in which everything arises and resolves. Everything is a pointer to your authentic ground of being or presence which is always awake and knows the perfect response to every situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am awake&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am aware&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and I welcome every perception as a messenger that is guiding me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;home to my authentic ground of being.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;--&lt;/em&gt;Yoga Nidra, Buddhist Meditation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wisdom is found through the senses. She resides in our bodies and is fully present in matter. Her veils are lifted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4933942058415473120-7443919739939070476?l=lindawiseheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindawiseheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7443919739939070476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4933942058415473120&amp;postID=7443919739939070476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933942058415473120/posts/default/7443919739939070476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933942058415473120/posts/default/7443919739939070476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindawiseheart.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-are-timeless-presence-in-which.html' title=''/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18213928299498016546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aw2ICT5vf8Q/SlpArPKRFBI/AAAAAAAAADs/UtP0gEKYA9E/S220/Copy+of+Linda+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4933942058415473120.post-7538844186971681215</id><published>2009-05-20T16:22:00.019-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T14:33:48.165-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Study Group</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338256978703670146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 196px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aw2ICT5vf8Q/ShVMcFdh24I/AAAAAAAAADE/6RIqbA9GfMw/s200/Sarah+.jpg" border="0" /&gt;May 20,2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;About a year ago Sarah (picture on left) and I decided to study several of Karen Armstrong’s books. We began with &lt;em&gt;The Great Transformation: The Beginning of Our Religious Traditions&lt;/em&gt;. We read the book chapter by chapter discussing each in bi-weekly phone conversations. We learned about the Axial Age (about 900 – 300 BCE), a time Armstrong claims, “is pivotal to the spiritual &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aw2ICT5vf8Q/ShUynpsCN2I/AAAAAAAAAC8/ecYVgNkdG1k/s1600-h/karen-armstrong-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;development of humanity”. It was an age of great spiritual transformation, the period of the Buddha, Socrates, Confucius, the Hebrew Prophets, and the mystics of the Upanishads. Judaism, Christianity, and Islam were all outgrowths of the original axial age. There has been nothing like it until, what Armstrong calls “The Great Western Transformation, which created our own scientific and technological modernity.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For most of the axial age philosophers, doctrine and theology were of no interest. It did not matter what you thought about spirit or what you believed, but how you behaved. The only way you could encounter what they called “God,” “Nirvana,” “Brahman,” or “The Way” was to live a compassionate life. Karen Armstrong believes we must rediscover compassion. “In our global village, we can no longer afford a parochial or exclusive vision.” She calls for “a spiritual revolution that can keep abreast of our technological genius.” With her Charter for Compassion she is doing her part in creating such a revolution. ( &lt;a href="http://charterforcompassion.com/"&gt;http://charterforcompassion.com/&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SJMm4RAwVLo&amp;amp;hl=" width="445" height="364" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1&amp;amp;color1=" color2="0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what went wrong during the Axial Age, why didn’t the ethos introduced at this time get passed down to us? In the introduction to &lt;em&gt;The Great Transformation&lt;/em&gt;, Karen Armstrong points out that “The Axial Age was not perfect. A major failing was an indifference to women.” Major indeed! How can spirituality be based in compassion and leave women out? There are no female axial sages. If we are not to repeat the same mistakes, this cannot be true of the “spiritual revolution” Armstrong is calling for. It must be grounded in women’s wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next book Sarah and I read was Armstrong’s &lt;em&gt;The Gospel According to Women: Christianity’s Creation of The Sex War in The West&lt;/em&gt;. This book is a scathing critique of the influence of Christianity on the lives of women throughout Western history. According to Armstrong, Western Christianity is the only major religion to hate and fear sex. Consequently it is only in the West that women are hated &lt;em&gt;because&lt;/em&gt; we are sexual beings. In other cultures women are hated, dominated, and dismissed for a variety of other reasons, but not because they are sexual beings. This hatred of women and terror of sex created what Armstrong calls “the Christian sexual neurosis.” This neurosis, with its myths of virgin, martyr, mystic, witch, and later the myth of wife and mother, continues to oppress women and plague relationships between men and women today. Armstrong discusses each of these myths at length.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was particularly interested in the section on female mystics who Armstrong says have something to teach women today. The mystic achieves liberation, not by achieving “equality” within the male world and participating in maintaining the status quo but by journeying outside this world altogether and finding her own truth and vision. This requires suspending rational processes and relying on intuition and the wisdom of the heart—modes of knowing associated, usually patronizingly, with women. Suspending habitual modes of reasoning and relating will be the basis for a spiritual revolution. (For examples of this mode of thinking see &lt;em&gt;The Unknown She: Eight Faces of an Emerging Consciousness &lt;/em&gt;by Hilary Hart.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The great mystical traditions are all adamant that after her enlightenment the mystic must return to the world. Although Armstrong gives several examples of Christian women mystics who got stuck and found mystical ecstasy another means of retreating from the world, others like Hildegaard of Bingen and Joan of Arc lived out their visions in the world. Armstrong compares the mystic to creative thinkers like Einstein and Darwin. “The mystic and the creative thinker are both journeying away from prejudice and already established categories toward something inconceivable and apparently incomprehensible.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joan of Arc was inspired to her actions to save France by internal mystical experiences, which were referred to as “her voices” in her trial. She was condemned to death for not merely hearing voices but for listening and acting on them. The second offence that led to her murder was that she wore men’s clothing. This may be hard to imagine today since so many women in “important positions” wear what could be considered men’s clothing. However, the Church Father’s proclamation that “cross-dressing” is a sin and not allowed is still alive in some quarters. I have had several experiences of being oppressed because I refused to wear a skirt. Fortunately they no longer burn women at the stake. I describe my experiences in my essay “Women in Pants” on &lt;a href="http://www.lindasophia.com/"&gt;my website&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got ready to read our third book by Armstrong, &lt;em&gt;A Short History of Myth&lt;/em&gt;, four other women joined our little study group and we now meet on a conference call every two weeks. In this book Armstrong makes a distinction between &lt;em&gt;mythos&lt;/em&gt; and&lt;em&gt; logos&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Logos&lt;/em&gt; is the logical, pragmatic and scientific mode of thought that enables us to function successfully in the world. &lt;em&gt;Mythos&lt;/em&gt; serves to give meaning to events that may threaten to overwhelm and prevent action. When we experience ourselves involved in myth we are inspired to do great things. The world of myth is an imaginary world of sacred archetypes; it gives structure and meaning to life. In the pre-modern world people realized that myth and reason were complementary; each had its separate sphere, we need both these modes of thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Western modernity is the child of &lt;em&gt;logos&lt;/em&gt; and the death of mythology. The heroes of Western modernity would be technological or scientific geniuses of&lt;em&gt; logos&lt;/em&gt;, not the spiritual geniuses inspired by mythos. This means that intuitive, mythical modes of thought are neglected in favor of the more pragmatic, logical spiritual scientific rationality. Armstrong suggests “It has been writers and artists, rather than religious leaders, who have stepped into the vacuum and attempted to reacquaint us with the mythological wisdom of the past.” In the end she poses the question: “Can a secular novel replicate traditional myth, with its gods and goddesses?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an effort to find out our study group decided, at Sherry’s suggestion, to read The Passion of Mary Magdalen by Elizabeth Cunningham next. Our first meeting is tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338222948637717490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 169px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aw2ICT5vf8Q/ShUtfRljs_I/AAAAAAAAACM/xfjEnYtBvGo/s200/Linda+reading.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4933942058415473120-7538844186971681215?l=lindawiseheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindawiseheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7538844186971681215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4933942058415473120&amp;postID=7538844186971681215' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933942058415473120/posts/default/7538844186971681215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933942058415473120/posts/default/7538844186971681215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindawiseheart.blogspot.com/2009/05/study-group.html' title='Study Group'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18213928299498016546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aw2ICT5vf8Q/SlpArPKRFBI/AAAAAAAAADs/UtP0gEKYA9E/S220/Copy+of+Linda+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aw2ICT5vf8Q/ShVMcFdh24I/AAAAAAAAADE/6RIqbA9GfMw/s72-c/Sarah+.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4933942058415473120.post-1543474955080616882</id><published>2009-05-12T13:21:00.022-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T15:12:33.672-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Garden</title><content type='html'>Spring has burst into the Ozarks on highwinds, thunderstorms and tornadoes. Although each storm downs trees, smashes houses, floods roadways and often kills people, when it clears everything feels cleansed and new growth appears sparkling in sunlight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aw2ICT5vf8Q/SgnHMVyJgnI/AAAAAAAAABc/nuURue_DPyE/s1600-h/Kale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335014248416903794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 111px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aw2ICT5vf8Q/SgnHMVyJgnI/AAAAAAAAABc/nuURue_DPyE/s200/Kale.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our garden is thriving. We’ve lived here almost 20 years and each year the garden gets more beautiful. The perennial herbs and flowers come up first. Poppies and peonies are already blooming and the motherwort, astragalas, goldenseal, feverfew, echinacea, rue, elderberry, mint, lemon balm, st. john’s wort and comfrey are growing strong. The garlic planted last fall is tall and healthy and kale made it through the winter giving us fresh greens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the reasons everything grows so well here is all the donkey manure I’ve spread on the &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aw2ICT5vf8Q/SgnNHXGZCpI/AAAAAAAAABs/_misCoWLgsU/s1600-h/Denslow+&amp;amp;+Manure+pile+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335020759940663954" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 128px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aw2ICT5vf8Q/SgnNHXGZCpI/AAAAAAAAABs/_misCoWLgsU/s200/Denslow+%26+Manure+pile+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;beds over the years. In April Denslow organized our humongous manure pile, separating the old good stuff from the fresh donkey shit. Now most of the beds are rich with manure and mulched with straw ready for planting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love being in the garden, it is my special sacred place. For years I sat in meditation almost every morning but I gave that up and get out to the garden by dawn. My time weeding, planting, and tending the garden is my meditation. I feel like I am participating in the changes our beautiful planet is undergoing, tending her as she enters into what Paula Gunn Allen called “a great initiation."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In her essay &lt;em&gt;The Woman I Love is a Planet; The Planet I Love Is A Tree&lt;/em&gt;, Allen says, “Our planet, my beloved, is in crisis; this, of course we all know. We, many of us, think that her crisis is caused by men, or White people, or capitalism, or industrialism, or loss of spiritual vision, or social turmoil, or war, or psychic disease. For the most part, we do not recognize that the reason for her state is that she is entering upon a great initiation—she is becoming someone else. Our planet, my darling, is gone coyote, heyoka, and it is our great honor to attend her passage rites."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nativewiki.org/Paula_Gunn_Allen"&gt;http://www.nativewiki.org/Paula_Gunn_Allen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4933942058415473120-1543474955080616882?l=lindawiseheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindawiseheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1543474955080616882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4933942058415473120&amp;postID=1543474955080616882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933942058415473120/posts/default/1543474955080616882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933942058415473120/posts/default/1543474955080616882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindawiseheart.blogspot.com/2009/05/spring-garden.html' title='Spring Garden'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18213928299498016546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aw2ICT5vf8Q/SlpArPKRFBI/AAAAAAAAADs/UtP0gEKYA9E/S220/Copy+of+Linda+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aw2ICT5vf8Q/SgnHMVyJgnI/AAAAAAAAABc/nuURue_DPyE/s72-c/Kale.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4933942058415473120.post-4682803566119725984</id><published>2009-05-07T08:35:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T09:00:16.832-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mindfulness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aw2ICT5vf8Q/SgLnD8eszEI/AAAAAAAAABE/AZCqxTDZ9nY/s1600-h/rooster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333078963720604738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aw2ICT5vf8Q/SgLnD8eszEI/AAAAAAAAABE/AZCqxTDZ9nY/s200/rooster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The constant chatter in my mind is exhausting. I can quiet it while sitting in meditation but the real challenge is to be present at each moment of the day. I exhaust myself mentally multitasking, attempting psychic gymnastics hour after hour. For example, this morning I went out to check on my rooster,  he somehow sliced the tendon on the back of one of his legs. Instead of giving him all my attention, I rehearsed a conversation I hope to have with my vet about my donkey, I re-ran the details of a meeting I went to last night, I made a mental list of all the things I have to do today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; found that when I find myself in the midst of a psychic triathlon if I shift my attention to my body everything slows down. The rhythms of my body are much slower than those of my mind. They are meant to be part of the same song, the song of myself. Everything seems to be going so fast around me and in my head and if body tries to keep up it exhausts itself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4933942058415473120-4682803566119725984?l=lindawiseheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindawiseheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4682803566119725984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4933942058415473120&amp;postID=4682803566119725984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933942058415473120/posts/default/4682803566119725984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933942058415473120/posts/default/4682803566119725984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindawiseheart.blogspot.com/2009/05/mindfulness.html' title='Mindfulness'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18213928299498016546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aw2ICT5vf8Q/SlpArPKRFBI/AAAAAAAAADs/UtP0gEKYA9E/S220/Copy+of+Linda+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aw2ICT5vf8Q/SgLnD8eszEI/AAAAAAAAABE/AZCqxTDZ9nY/s72-c/rooster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4933942058415473120.post-6876858307931140762</id><published>2009-05-06T12:41:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T16:42:46.824-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus Myth</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;There is too much fuss about the crucifixion. Worshiping a dead man on a cross as if that’s the meaning of his life: to get a nailed to a cross at age 33. Jesus, like Joan d’Arc, was killed by frightened men. Jesus threatened the worldview that said we are all separate and God is far away. He said we are all gods and we are related in a bond of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story of Jesus is a myth but the attempt to make the story a fact has killed the myth. A living myth gives meaning and zest to life. Myths are not made up of facts but symbols and images. Such stories can’t be factually verified. Fundamentalism is the result of insisting that the mythic is the factual. Thus, four example, Christian fundamentalists claim that the world was created in seven 24-hour days by an off-planet deity. And that man has dominion over the earth, which means that the earth is a resource to be used as man sees fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;“&lt;em&gt;It's all a question of story. We are in trouble just now because we do not have a good story. We are in between stories. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;The old story, the account of how the world came to be and how we fit into it is no longer effective. Our challenge is to create a new sense of what it means to be human."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~&lt;/em&gt;Thomas Berry~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4933942058415473120-6876858307931140762?l=lindawiseheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindawiseheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6876858307931140762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4933942058415473120&amp;postID=6876858307931140762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933942058415473120/posts/default/6876858307931140762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933942058415473120/posts/default/6876858307931140762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindawiseheart.blogspot.com/2009/05/jesus-myth.html' title='Jesus Myth'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18213928299498016546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aw2ICT5vf8Q/SlpArPKRFBI/AAAAAAAAADs/UtP0gEKYA9E/S220/Copy+of+Linda+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4933942058415473120.post-4394852880170073781</id><published>2009-04-07T07:44:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T16:03:03.327-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Welcome to my blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aw2ICT5vf8Q/SdtMh8lV-RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XadBCK4Zpa0/s1600-h/Brodie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321931530750523666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 312px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aw2ICT5vf8Q/SdtMh8lV-RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XadBCK4Zpa0/s320/Brodie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Hi, Here's a photo of my grandson, Brodie. I'm just learning how to use Blogger. Come back in a week or so. Linda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4933942058415473120-4394852880170073781?l=lindawiseheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindawiseheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4394852880170073781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4933942058415473120&amp;postID=4394852880170073781' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933942058415473120/posts/default/4394852880170073781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933942058415473120/posts/default/4394852880170073781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindawiseheart.blogspot.com/2009/04/welcome-to-my-blog.html' title='Welcome to my blog'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18213928299498016546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aw2ICT5vf8Q/SlpArPKRFBI/AAAAAAAAADs/UtP0gEKYA9E/S220/Copy+of+Linda+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aw2ICT5vf8Q/SdtMh8lV-RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XadBCK4Zpa0/s72-c/Brodie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
