i was shown during a particularly harrowing part of my life a past life
this picture pretty much sums it up
my mum & i lived in India in rich endowed comfort and we were abundance itself. Our souls were rich in texture, we wore exquisite linens and the house was filled with light. plenty of windows, fine furnishings opulent rugs and the scent of saffron and lime leaves from our private chefs work as fertile plants brooded around
we lived in exquisite
this soul life showed me something was missing from where we are now and it was this
the languishing
the flow
the exquisite.
the woman who waits her turn.
I vowed to God i would bring this soul part back to the earth for women (and man!) even if it only touched one soul, that would
be enough
but i have been shy. Unsure of myself to step into something that feels so divine.
i have been unconsciously working with this image through the punishing nature of the ever aggressive ever try hard and never ever enough ego.
Pushing against it (my true self!), berating myself for being lazy indulgent and at the same time wanting nothing more than to be this woman.
decadence
Ideally with grapes in her mouth and someone massaging her feet while the babies sleep in divine nature and her husband is out on a hunt somewhere enjoying his virile masculinity; ready to ravage (ravish?? ha) her when he comes home knowing she is satiated in rest
mmmm
rest has a sensuality you are not told about until you know
it carries an understated elegance, a poise, an indulgence a magic
almost like a sacred cave has opened and you have been invited in VIP.
silks, ties, sovereign church
you almost don’t want to tell anyone about it but you also do as you cant wait to share this work
you don’t want to over egg it, set any expectation whatsoever, and you most definitely don’t want it to have a price tag but if it did it would be priceless you know
there is no cost attached to truth’s spirit. it is the living essence as is the breath.
so….
what i want to say is please ‘try’ deep rest
experience it
give it a go so you can see what it is you are/are not missing in yourself
What it is you remember by letting go in surrender to YOU
recognise the places that heal in the process, YES. that restore and uncoil and offer space from the grip we keep so tight on ourselves
but above and beyond this the places you remember ARE DIVINE
your own self worth you can’t play bargain with
the places OF YOUR TRUE SACRED NATURE in self
like talc for the soul and
an opium pomade
and a breath of fresh air of intricate snow
Be intimate dear heart and love .
Love K xxxx
