Ruth Hawe's Blog, page 8

note to a soulmate

Dearheart, you once asserted that I would never have spoken to you had we not been “introduced” on social media. I told you no, that’s not true, our souls found each other and they would do so in any place or time or circumstances. Even if one or both of us was currently dwelling in the skin of a different species. I recognised you from first contact, and before that it was our soul’s contract to reconnect which inspired each of us to display ourselves on that raw vegan connection group. Only once before have I done such a thing, by placing an ad in a progressive London magazine when I was 25 years old, and a depressed recluse. From that I encountered significant others, one of whom I am still in contact with.

My thoughts just flashed back to that night we spent together under the stars on the sand beside some friendly rocks : in Joshua Tree National Park was it? Eva slept on one side of me and you on the other. I cannot recall a time I felt more happy, safe and in the perfect place. Apart from the night I spent gazing into Iona’s eyes on the day she was born. That same cosmic glow, that same assurance of divine protection, that same bathing in expanded awareness.

By stark contrast, in a really bad time of my life when I felt alone in a sea of indifferent, mocking and malevolent people was a soul shrivelment, a shutdown of higher faculties, as my body went into survival mode. Frankly I am amazed to have survived so long in such a toxic environment as this suffering world humans have so desecrated, desacralised and damaged. And arguably my core purpose is reaching fulfilment as the appreciation of the interconnectivity of all life starts to dawn on the minds of the masses. The beginning of respect and humility, the stepping up to humanity’s first ever job : of Guardianship on this floating bejewelled ship – Gaia. I ask myself why I would want to stay on for the messy rebuilding phase, the deconstructive rewilding of a global war zone.

Then I reflect upon your words, shared so long ago in California : that your core mission is precisely that, and hence your time is just arriving. Your star is in the ascendant precious One, as you always knew it would be. So here I am to remind you of these things, to tell you how much I love and appreciate knowing that you are incarnate upon this incredible planet alongside me. I did not need to reach across and physically touch you at Joshua Tree and I don’t need to now. We are not merely touching as spiritual beings we are intertwined in the most free, beautiful, pure, indissolubly connected way.

And so it is, so it shall remain: beyond transitions, through dimensions, to infinity and beyond. Amen.

p.s. I never could bring myself to make marriage vows to anyone, even when it promised great material security, physical pleasure, and exciting opportunities. Such lures were not even tempting, for I am a very sage fish who has been swimming these oceans of experience for the longest time

Dispossessed dream

I had a dream where I was in some city in America. I had no money and it was pre mobile phone era. I wandered around until I was exhausted and night was falling. The dream felt like it was in real time, so I gradually felt the hunger, thirst, fear and despair gathering like menacing raptors inside me. You know how the logico-rational mind loses itself under severe stress? Well I could tell this was happening as my prospects of rescue dwindled. I spoke up and asked someone if there was a shelter or help centre anywhere nearby and was directed to a place, but they said sorry we can’t help you as you’re not a native and you have no ID.

My self esteem, never that strong, was evaporating as the fierce cold of night wormed its was through my inadequate clothes. I stood in a bustling street and started to sing, hoping people would appreciate my voice and give me some money so I could get food. It was difficult to project my voice in such a noisy place, the air was nasty and my throat dry. I persisted, not knowing what else to do. Singing is something I have always done, from the earliest age; my Mum told me that I was la-la-la-ing tunes before I learned to make words, at 6 months of age. I noticed a young man approaching who was smiling and my hopes rose a notch. Then I realised that I hadn’t put down a hat for coins, to indicate I was singing for donations. As the man came close I stretched out my hand in the universal sign that says “I’m a fellow human in need, please help me”. Even as I continued singing I was salivating in imagination of enjoying a meal. But the man brushed past my extended arm, threw a look of contempt, and flounced away. Then I realised that almost all people treat those less fortunate than themselves in this way. It was as if he had thrown a bucket of ice water over my head.

cloudscape colourfest

Bruise blue,

orange-tinged pink,

through molten saffron

into deep violet with a puce blush,

rose gold and vein purple

deepening into whiteness

Domesecration

Domestication, however luxurious by human values, is enslavement.

Domestication tarnishes sovereignty and suppresses spirit.

Domestication is a form of usury, a deprivation of liberty.

Domestication is stealing the life purpose of sentient beings.

Domestication is playing as god whilst acting as devil.

Domestication is the imposition of our will over theirs.

Domestication is demeaning.

Domestication is abuse.

Domestication is violating freedom.

Domestication is a desecration

climate strange

The root cause of our catastrophic failure as Earth Guardians is the fatal demise of sacredness. Every living thing has been desecrated by us.

Raging extinction is the biggest travesty of humanity’s failure to care, a sign of our deplorable, pathetic, destructive arrogance.

Ecosystem collapse is due to our collective delusion of superiority.

Ecological devastation is the tragic consequence of our insatiable greed, our indulgence in, and acceptance of gross inequality, usury, enslavement, patriarchy and lust.

Our hubris, speciesist aggrandisement and egoic pride is the downfall of harmony and peaceful co-existence which thrived before our minds overshot our awareness.

I feel massive shame, depthless disappointment, and agonising sorrow on behalf of the rapacious nation I was born into, the toxic cruelty of my race, the bloody mess we have made of all that is beautiful, pure, innocent and natural.

Yet I have not succumbed to despair. Hope still stirs, faith winnows hope, and faith rekindles trust. If not in us, then in our higher, better selves.

From the fount of Source and solace. Out of the memory of transcendence.

Reflecting the beyond place of Unity, pre and post polarisation, seen and felt as the lie of separation.

Lucky are those who awoke before the masses.

Blessed are those who held the taper high through the mocking and rejection.

The ragged messengers who would not be muzzled or muted.

Beloved beyond these are the ones who were tortured and murdered for their honesty.

For them, in their honour, I keep on trying.

To them I give my humble gratitude.

I sense them working to inspire us to resacralise, be compassionate, to love what we have lost enough to rewild and reify what remains.

“The Shadow of the Turning”

god is in all her creations

therefore have awe, reverence, respect, guardianship and harmlessness towards all things, all beings, all forms of presence including those not yet visible to your blinkered vision.

galactocosmic screamstream

How’d you like these apples? The original sin was not eating wisdom but killing life.

Escape from the toxic matrix requires a declaration:

“not in my name!”

And meaning exactly that thereafter in every thoughtaction.

WE are empowered in our daily lives to support or delete the suffering perpetrated in our name. The holocaust which is neither necessary nor psycho-psychically healthy on any level.

Inaction demonstrates collusion with the systematic destruction of the very fabric of existence, in extermination camps across the globe. Hell holes of non consensual bestiality, abuse, torture, mutilation, enslavement and slaughter. Evils perpetrated upon innocents in their billions for human pleasure and profit. Pain inflicted on sentient fellow Earthlings without mercy or gratitude.

Do not dare to tell me food is a personal choice when it steals the life of another.

Disclosurefest

All is Universal Energy

Galactic Consciousness

Cosmic Awareness on an information gleaning experiment

an experience collecting journey

a sensation gathering mission

multidi-mentionally motivated to seek itself

in the holographic halls of Lightmatricies

beyond perceptivity, past rhymetime

through boundary crunching veil-ripped analogues

towards truthawe’s redemptive redaction

and beyond soliloquist’s cryostat

to the Source, the Sacred, the irreducible itness

solutionary

peculiar

delusional

erratic

solutional

some souls sing sweeter

some hearts beat brighter

some minds think lighter

some beliefs are righter

mappamunday

the world is a stage for actioning upon

the world is a space for things to manifest in

the world is an expression of consciousness

the world is a product of thought

the world is written on skytablets

conceived in the womb of time