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Mixing up the wool with the silk

Posted on January 30, 2018 by Helen White

When we finally get to land in that place we have been circling yet never quite managed to get “in” to, we find that a great many things alter though the change in perspective may be subtle. With no expectations, no baggage, we simply become that divinely inspired meeting point of all that we are in the purely-creative pinpoint of each moment of self-exploration; one moment after another, ceaselessly rebirthing ourselves. Even if we have nothing to show for it but ourselves, we can never fail at this task and it will only ever lead us more swiftly and consistently towards our highest truth. Even if we seem to constantly change our minds or the direction we are heading in; even when we stop and start, backtrack, hesistate or take the slower, less obvious, route than other people seem to be taking, we are always in the process of creating our own greatest masterpiece or travelling our most divine path, right here and now if it is guided from this pin-point place where all our aspects meet like an internal compass of the heart. When the route we choose is all about following our own path and not about the distractions or collection of particular stop-offs we feel we “have” to make, we get to a place that is uniquely ours and which delivers something we were needing in that very moment, even though this may not be what we thought it would be. When we discover that we now have every choice at our fingertips…in fact, we can get our hands dirty with the stuff of life just as much as we want to from now on, but only in order to have some fun at being human and nothing to do with the old “slog and grind” that made it seem necessary or even better to go the long-hard way about doing anything, we dare to immerse ourselves in life without fear of being dragged back into the old ways of suffering and sacrifice. If things that used to feel just so important suddenly arn’t calling out to us any more, that’s fine; in fact its probably great. Think of it as a white noise switching off so we can better hear a brand new melody on the wind… Continue reading →

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Returning to source: a symbolic journey

Posted on May 6, 2016 by Helen White

To get to where I really wanted to be (which was the twin stone circles of Nant Tawr) there were obstacles…so many watery obstacles…I had never before experienced water as such a direct obstacle before and no choice to embark on the journey anyway; and what a gift it turned out to be…the natural landscape incorporated into the very ritual of reaching the place I was headed for. Like the double helix twists, turns and crossing points of my very own life experience across multi-lifetimes, I was both “already there” and “heading back there” in every moment of this scramble across rivers and steep banks…getting nearer and then further away…choosing it, aiming straight, losing sight of it again, finding it precarious, hard, painful even…then getting back on track, dumping any unhelpful baggage I realised I had accumulated, knowing when to laugh along with myself, remembering this “place” once again like a heart-song calling me, sighing with the exhilaration of being back there and the joy of realising I knew the feeling of it like an old friend as soon as I got even close. These experiences were looping and relooping around me like the very water I was crossing until I got the rhythm of how it happened, keeps happening, had been happening since the very beginning of human “time”, like a familiar series of intricate dance steps (yes, I was being shown my very own dance moves by these audacious strips of water). I was being taken through all the old manoeuvres, humiliations, lost-confidence hiccoughs and sticking points of my life until I got to recognise them for what they were and was, instead, able to concentrate on that other feeling of reunion and return…of being up there on the other bank in the sunshine, high and dry…over and above that old feeling of separation from what I wanted, scratching my head at so many seeming-obstacles spread out all before me. By the time I had crossed my final hurdle, with a broad grin on my face, numb feet and slightly soggy trousers, I was really getting it…because that something that was drawing me closer was so palpable to me that the exhilaration of the experience was everything and was carrying me forwards across endless golden meadow. Continue reading →

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Journey with Elen: finding my way

Posted on May 4, 2016 by Helen White

“Sarn Helen”…who was this woman who gave her name to this incredibly long ancient road through some of the wildest terrain in Wales, passing standing stone after standing stone, so many waterfalls, fast moving water… My journey into this territory introduced me to the goddess of sovereignty, the maker of connections, the embodiment of all that it means to marry the sacred feminine with the sacred masculine and turn that union into a practical, harmonious way of being on this earth, bringing on line all of the power nodes that you are already aware of in this world and connecting them all up like a string of party lights wrapped all around your experience. It was like being introduced to the essence of myself in epic-legend form…how very cool was that? Continue reading →

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Out of the shadows

Posted on March 18, 2016 by Helen White

We can even become deeply afraid of losing that which is most holding us back us, afraid of who we will be and what will become possible when we are without the long-standing antagonists of our experience, whether these are so-called outside circumstances or deep inner pain, because these can often feel like the longest companion we have known. Sometimes it can feel like we are but an inch from the very transformation we most long for if we could but allow ourselves to let go of the reassurance that can come from any situation, however dire, when it has become like the miserable dog that greets us at our own door day after day. Is this what pain has become to me, do I even know how to live without it…or am I prepared to at least give it a try? Continue reading →

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