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The Forest Labyrinth / The Pathworking / Personality RefinementThe Forest Pathworking / Initiation is the beginning of the journey
into the realm of The Red Queen, into the mazes that are the forests around Her kingdom, into the channels of my imagination
where She lives, and teaches me how to do this creative thing that I do through writing. I have just met the Minotaur
in the center of the labyrinth, he is currently trying to kill me. I have just escaped by a hair, again, and I can't
seem to find my way to Her castle, in the darkness. I know it can't stay dark forever, but I can hear him,
his breath is on the night wind, close behind me.
I have been struggling to keep a balance of light and dark and
the story is helping me do this. The Minotaur represents the battle of repression and grief and guilt that draws me
into dark conclusions. The endurance I must conjure is part of the story, its part of the strength and the awareness
that if I allow it, the darkness will close in, and he will win. I will die there, in the deep dark center of his realm.
I'm not ready to go yet. The barely warm air of Spring has just returned, and I must get back to Her.
Tue, March 23, 2010 | link
...Spirit...Energy. Spirit. Life...
Chaos. Change. Continuation...
Stagnance.
Death...
Rebirth
Love
Exploration
Channel
Love
Help
Change
I WILL.
POWER.
Willpower
comes from the solar center.
Feeling. Generates.
Life...
Runs right through the Labyrinth...
Images, feelings...even the scent of a flower
conjured on
its vine...
...Flock...It's 11 p.m and I am making tea - sitting on a table, not a chair.
I hear the strangest thing. A flock of geese over the house making distinctive sounds. I think back to today -
how I was explaning to a mutual bee lover that if you are drawn to certain creatures, its a good idea to "Google"
them and their shamanistic meanings. I mentioned the flocks of crows and seagulls while we were there, and not surprised
that another bird catalyst has shown up tonight.
So, instead of "Googling" I got my favorite book on
the subject, "Animal Speak" by Ted Andrews, who is greatly missed. I love this book, and have for so long!
I look up Goose, and of course, its related to writing - "Mother Goose"...the thrill of childhood stories...the
call to myself to write my own stories...to make it a priority in my life...
The keynote of Goose is: The Call
of the Quest and Travels to Legendary Places
I find this greatly intriguing, since most of you know I have been
on "the Quest" (the Castle stories) for such a long time, and reading the rest of the description pretty much tells
me that I am meant for this, always have been, and have always known it, deep down. Its no shock to me that Goose is
related to Duck and Swan. The picture was taken a couple weeks ago, the set of Swans down at the reservoire. They
were so awesome that I had to turn the car around and go back for this photo. I mention this, because I love "this".
This piecing together of beautiful divine pieces. This putting it all together even when stormy things tear
things out of their original places, and set them down somewhere else...at least there is the realization that nothing lasts
forever, but that the love of the simple beauty we call life must remain intact...or what else is there?
I find
the most incredible correlation in the text - it says that if you go back to your childhood stories it can help you see patterns
in your life. Not only do I remember a story my father used to tell me, but I remember a fairy tale cup, with a Queen
on it. What I will say next, its awesome: THE STORY IS ABOUT 3 DUCKS. My father, again, he made it up. I think
he is here right now, actually...I have been asking for help, unseen and loving help, and I know I am being answered.
I see the answers all around and that creates a great peace for me. I am grateful...
- "The goose can
be a totem to aid you in communication especially through the use of stories" - I guess I better integrate Goose then
:)
Thanks for reading this tonight. See you next time!
Tue, March 16, 2010 | link
...Unleashed...I am feeling...unleashed. I feel like I need to really listen to the
messages and find a better way of keeping their meanings closer to me...
Too distracted right now, so many things
falling down around us...structures, habits...trees...that storm the other night echoed what I felt - things of permanence
no longer true, ripped half out of their rooted places - where the only outcome could now be...gone...
So...writing becomes
a life line but I always prefer using an actual pen to start out.
I will definitely update with progress
when I start editing "The Forest Labyrinth" with the keyboard. In my own progress of advancing without destroying
everything in my path, I need to get some resolutions...and I can, by writing...if only I JUST DO IT. So I will...
Mon, March 15, 2010 | link
...Volatile...(The Red Queen)
...You needn't presume that you know who I am...I protest and confess, I assume and resume...I love and
I leave as your cheek I will kiss...I conclude and elude and disappear into the mist...I will lay in the dark in the deepest
darkest puddle...on my back I will stare at cold rain and try not to struggle...I'll become one with earth and the chill
of this pain...till the Mother in my heart pulls me up once again...
The Realm of Symbols
My friend on Facebook, Cary Briel, wrote a piece of poetry today.
I commented on it's title after reading it without realizing that it was related to a specific passage. The tearing
into my reality that happened is indescribable, and I also want to take note of some the words that came to me after
my realizations: Catapult. Catalyst. Conversational. Individuality. Complexity. Commanding. Intriguing.
Interesting. Visual. Sepia.
I related to the poetry by associations and images that came to mind, coupled with
my associations as I would see it acted out. Then shortly later, I realized it was noted that it was related to the
passage - and I definitely recognized the tone that Mr. Briel was relaying, within the passage. What I mean to express
here is that I am grateful for the many faceted perceptions his writing made me experience. So I thought I would do
this here, as a thank you for his presence and influence in helping me contemplate the unique visions of others. It is
an awesome gift, when we chose to share it! THANK YOU CARY!!!
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...The Red Queen/Forest Labyrinth...
That is the title of my first pathworking as "The Red Queen". The Red Queen is a very royal and empowered
Muse, who has many names to me...She is all the same Source, and She stalks me with our story...and this is where it will
begin...again.
The foundation for "The Castle" was laid over 10 years ago, at a place called The Quit
Smoking Diaries. It got completely corrupted and then renamed to another venue - can't remember what that was right
now - and then the most awesome thing happened: a group of awesome people opened a site to migrate to which is an enormous
success - for those willing to write and read about the process of quitting smoking cigarettes. This site is www.quitsmokingjournals.com and it is where I finally stopped smoking cigarettes over five years ago. HIGHLY RECOMMENDED please do not hestitate
to make yourself a fake name and become a member! LOL...oh, and my journal is there, I write as "Lady Pegasus" -
my not-so-secret name :)
Time seems to be at warp speed today, and the darkness of the day is coming to make me
tired. The darkness of the moon, as well. I have been listening for further directions, and received one yesterday...and
I have been writing more to Forest Labyrinth in my notebooks - so I don't know how many words I am up to. All I
know is that it cannot be forced, or you will feel it in the words. I am confident that as soon as the moon is completely
dark, words will be freer than ever. 9 % to go, but tell me you can't feel that?!
Well...my time alone is almost
up. I am definitely excited about continuing writing the Labyrinth this weekend. I was shown something new
just today, a vision of the journey, an artistic discovery...I am blessed, and I am grateful. If you write, you will
be too!
The Colour GraySuch is the month of March, with its grays, greens, purples and yellows..(crocus)
It makes me feel melancholic as I see the green shoots of daffodils getting ready to stand up and deal with the wind and sun...Two
years ago I wrote a poem about them, "Narcissus", its in "Whispers of the Goddess"...
Today
I am hating my painting that I have been working on, its an ugly duckling to me - I know people will say its good or whatever,
but I feel like tucking it away and starting something new...I have quite a few of unfinished pieces laying around here -
and I am cold here in my "red room"...I feel the darkening of the moon and with it, the waning of my energy...which
is what its supposed to make you feel...so instead of laboring with paint, I will draw with pencil, and really make sure that
this new "project" is done the way I have envisioned it for many years now. I feel its finally time...
So here I am with my pile of books, and today its "Writing as a Way of Healing" by Louise De Salvo, Ph.
D
I open to where she is writing about the author Virginia Woolf and Henry Miller, about how these two authors
write about being abused as children as they grew up and how we use metaphors to heal in writing what we cannot heal any other
way. How when we write we create a myth from ourselves that helps sustain us when we don't know what else to do
or where to go.
The gray wind is blowing around the room...I am me, wearing my gray shirt and thinking about
getting my gray sweater from down the hall...me thinking of the gray areas, the gray shadows, the gray pencil marks on my
painting that I do not like right now...gray ashes hanging around in gray metal finger dishes...
Me in my gray
mood...wishing for red...
The Red Queen...in her Grey Dress...
and there She stands...wish granted...
"Back
to the Labyrinth", She says...
"Okay", I say...but first lead me to our quote...
“The rose is a flower of love. The world has acclaimed it for centuries. Pink roses are for love hopeful and expectant.
White roses are for love dead or forsaken, but the red roses, ah the red roses are for love
triumphant.”
Daily Reflections for Highly Effective People
I actively
use the art of "bibliomancy" to help inspire me and redirect me every single day, and have been for years.
Bookstores and libraries are very exciting places to me, there seem to be "ghosts" in the stacks, calling me down
aisles and leading me to shelves where I find something that directly relates to, or will in the near future, something I
can recognize in my life.
Today, I picked up the Daily Reflections book (by Stephen R. Covey) and this is
the entry for any March 10th.
"When a person has access to both the intuitive, creative, and visual right
brain and the analytical, logical and verbal left brain, then the whole brain is working. There is psychic synergy taking
place in our own head. And this tool is best suited to the reality of what life is, because life is not just logical
- it is also emotional."
This makes me think of how "they" say we only use such a limited part of
our brain, and how it is possible to access other parts by practicing expansion and ingestion of new ideas and habits.
It helps me realize that being creative is imperative to my daily feeling of being well balanced. I have found it to
be very true that when I don't create, I am just a huge bitch. LOL???
Anyway...today is another beautiful day.
Markus only wants to be outside, and I have a ton of work cut out for me, but I find that not making time for art and writing
annoys me so much, that its just better that I reorganize my time that I have and be sure I do even 20 minutes of creative
work a day. Even if its only a sentence, a paragraph, or painting the eyes of the birds in my newest watercolour, I
MAKE SURE I DO IT.
So, with that said...I leave for now...definitely to return soon :)
Seriously meant what
I said about getting addicted to my own site, and grateful for those who come over to hang out with me here...
Blessings
of Creativity and Intuition to you ~
C
Just Getting Started...
After a long time of not really having the physical promptings of painting - so many things have changed and time has speeded
up to the point where I believe I am behind in my progress as a painter...Yes, I have finally published my book, and yes I
am still writing the first Pathworking for The Red Queen series "Forest Labyrinth"..but there has been something
missing, something those who have known me since I emerged with Winged Horse Productions in 2002 will recognize right away...
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