I would like to return.
In the meantime, I am letting go and letting God. So very many things I do not understand right now, cannot attempt to, must flow along with.
Row, row, row your boat
gently down the stream
merrily merrily merrily merrily
life is but a dream
SO much love, so very much love. To everyone I’ve ever loved and vice verse. I am loving you all with reverence and infinity.
Waheguru, indeed.
coming out. I feel like I need to acknowledge it, become clear about this part of my life that I find difficult to talk about with my family and many of my friends…. I’m coming out….
I am a Sikh. Yes, yes I am.
I have studied so many faiths, encountered most religions. Seen and witnessed, participated in: a dozen manifestations of Christianity, Catholicism, Judaism, Buddhism, Hinduism, Jainism, Rastafarianism, Agnosticism, Islam, Taoism, Confucianism, Scientology, Discordianism, traditional African tribal beliefs, Atheism, Dudeism…. among others…..
yet it is Sikhism that has captured me. This dharma is my way of life. It has changed me and my world, it aligns with everything I have always known, and it gives me the spirituality that I have been seeking my whole life.
We are so lucky to live in a place that does not persecute, allows the freedom, and gives those like me the chance to follow this path.
The past year has been really, truly, extremely revolutionary for me. All the pieces fit together in the name of this faith.
Accept me or not, allow me or not, run with me or not. Rest assured that I accept you, love you, and embrace your complete being — with a reverence and focus on your highest self. We don’t convert, we don’t preach, our doors are open to all. There is no fear, no hate, no ritual I’m going to proclaim MUST prescribe to. I love these people….
I pray for all my teachers, friends, angels who have led me here and continue to guide me.
Waheguru ji ka khalsa, waheguru ji ki fateh!
I saw into the future during a meditation this evening…
It was scary as hell. There was hell. The whole cosmos. Broken wide open with force beyond fathomability.
Death of the Piscean age. Death of what we have known. Death of the crap we are still hanging onto. Enter Aquarius.
This is 11-11-11…. the energy is changing. Breathe. This next year, this next phase is going to be like one giant psychedelic trip here on planet earth. Hold tight to your party hats, your handlebars, and your sanity by reminding your dear mind that the ride is what you perceive of it.
You have reached a fork in the road, yeah? As always you have a choice to go into the light or into dark, but this turnstyle is significant in that the cruisecontrol of our planet is truly no longer sustainable. Chant your mantras, say your prayers, clean your house — there is no room for thought of ANYTHING frivolous, extraneous, temporal right now.
God is in you, around you, through you. We return from where we came… folded back into the beautiful fabric of this universal flow. Love is all abundant, all around. KNOW IT.
Purity, piety, intuition. Good morning!!!!!!!!!!
Dumping thoughts.
Blasting through.
Vacuuming the mindscreen.
What’s next? What are we making space for, room for, love for?
Recognize how far you’ve come, dear kitten. It’s a process and you continue to grow. Don’t doubt the path now, you’ve been working hard and making the right moves. Your light will continue to shine ever brighter when sweet breath feeds the flame.
The city can be, well, a grind. But let’s choose what we think about — its a sacred act, choosing what to worship in this cosmic noggin lighthouse.
I choose:
*love
*excellence
*peace
*joy
*endless upleveling
*laughter
*light
know your sh!t, be the best you can be, remember God in every nonosecond. You ARE God(dess), you are love, you are light, you are joy, you are peace. Yes, I AM. Gurus & angels, dear ones, bless us now.
Much love from my little white temple <3
As I lie in bed, gazing southwest into the late afternoon sunset and watching the jets float in one by one to LAX, I can’t help but think about how beautiful and magical my life in this city is. Yet my mind recently has been an explosion of crazy and I’m napping from the exhaustion. I’m in a sticky coma from in sickeningly sweet taffy pulled from headspaces that don’t serve me or a higher purpose, and I find myself shuffling on autopilot to operate from culturally-dictated platforms of longing and lack.
Achey and sore from battling and the impending, ice-rock comet edge of cold depression… Its manifesting in my soul-temple. Doing Her best to sugar-detox right now, but She really needs a good laugh and a thorough tickling!
Alright cowgirl. Flow. What do you know?
I am being told that this is a most auspicious time historically, that the window is cracking and winds of change are starting to flutter around any and all the loose little items we have piled about. As the opening widens over the next few months it may be more like a category 6 in the house, and the more loose stuff you got, the fiercer the unravelment will be. So I’m streamlining and battering down the hatches, throwing out what I know doesn’t sit well and holding tightly to the few spiritual anchors I have set here. Because I know it can also be ridiculously fun to ride it out and howl into the storm.
Flow?
My daily existence in Hollywood is a paradox [this whole city is a paradox, ain’t it?]. I am seeking more nature, more peace, less ugliness and tarnishing of the soul. Yet I also adore all this fun stuff. I chose this place because the creativity, the explosion of glitter, the unbridled tapping of the right mind is so strong here. Holy Hell there’s so much awesomeness it can never all be experienced. How rad is THAT?
What do I know? I am experiencing the most of a rodeo ride with…. How flakey all my ‘friends’ seem to be, and wondering what do I actually have that’s dependable here…. as a result of that spinning my head goes back to the last comfortable place I felt on this land, which was one with a soulmate who has since branched onto a different path. This is a quite an old and dangerous soul-body rut, since we have both since elected to move in non-converging directions. Yick, back-peddling into my shadow self, does not feel good to fight the reality, it makes Girl go cray-cray. BREAK aaaaaaah relief… release it., float into a space where I can grow beautiful sweeping wings that will carry me into a luscious evening.
And here we swing back over the rising waves again….
Currently slammed against a pretty tall wall. Writer’s block, lifer’s block. One where nothing seems to be exactly what I have envisioned. One where I’m reminded that ‘you don’t always get what you ask for, but you always get what you need’: my career life, personal life, financial life, and social life are relatively spartan/wonky/blinky in this particular moment. [what kind of karma is this? what have I put out over the last 8.3 million lifetimes to land here?? Hmmmmm. At least its good to be streamlined and battered down….] BREAK So. I am putting trust and faith in the fact that all these components must change, must converge on truth and my greatest desires realized if I can keep a clear vision of the direction I want to head with them. That’s what I know.
Taking my own advice, I’m going to head within. Where the answers, the victory, the medicine and truth all party nonstop. I’m heading to Sadhana in the amrit vela tomorrow, followed by hours of serving in the name of universal source of love & light. Clearing the decks for this next blast-off, a choice feels damn good. Flow.
Yeah, work. But the dance can be fun, yes? Yes. I can set a timer on the tasks I set out to accomplish, moving inch by inch. Fill this work with treats and movement that I enjoy. At once overwhelming yet magical that we can draw from so much lovely abundance in the current timespacereality.
And I am reminding myself this is a moment for building escrow for a holistically rich future.
Blow winds of change, blow hard. This warrioress is begging for it.
one of my fav meditation spots. I’m sofa-king lucky.
