Communion Blog for June 23, 2022
Heather Writes: There is no lost “divine feminine." It is a living presence within me !! My peonies are in bloom and do so by an inner wisdom of their own… They are intricate and secretive in their blooming and revelation of their beauty. They carry within them the seed of new beginnings, new growth each summer. Their blueprint lay dormant in preparation for the rapture and consent of each petal fusing together from seed to magnify a flowering jewel. The soft tones of pinks and whites with strips of darker colour to accent the outer edges signify hidden wholeness, supporting each petal that cannot be counted.
This innate sense of permission granted without planning each year heralds in the summer of unleashed warmth and love. So it is with each of us, the divine presence sits quietly deep within the sanctuary of our souls. It has always been there, respecting a divine wisdom of its own, preparing always for revelation, for truth and justice, for strength and courage to humbly blossom into a presence that silently changes the world. Subliminally, indelibly leaving a mark that brings joy and calming to a chaotic world crying out for some of that feminine wisdom and touch. Like each petal with its own DNA, we bring individually a source of comfort, a breath of the divine, a whisper of love and acceptance as we linger for a short while ministering to a hurting people. Respecting the hurt and pain, respecting and honouring mother earth and all her chagrin and disappointment, as we gently walk the trodden path, the hallowed steps of our ancestral female pilgrims. We feel the vibrational force of their strength and courage, perseverance, rise up to our being and we move forward in divine feminism and wisdom paving the way by another way because we can.
And on the heels of adversity there lingers the wafting scent of change. Because we have the blueprint, the divine DNA that never dies, the baton of this feminine power is passed on in a race that is eternal!
Communion Blog for May 19, 2022
We've come to the tenth of the Julian of Norwich Reflections, the last one in this set. Beginning next week, and continuing through to the Summer Solstice, our reflections will focus on the Sacred Feminine Presence, as presented by Anne Baring for Madonna Rising, (Ubiquity University, August, 2020).
During the months of July and August, there will be a summer break from the weekly writings on our website. These will resume on September 8th. Over the summer you may continue to access our website where a limited number of past Reflections and Gathering Space Sessions will be available.
As I continue my re-reading of Return of the Avatars, the second book in the Future Humans Trilogy by Jean Houston and Anneloes Smitsman, I am strengthened in the conviction that the wisdom in these books is an essential aspect of the Spirituality required for our time. Attuning ourselves to what these books offer will nourish our souls, and give guidance in our continued growth together. During our summer break, may I suggest you read the two books already available from Amazon in the US, and in Canada from amazon.ca. If you have a local bookstore that you prefer to use, ask whether they will order the books for you. Your local store will need the titles and the ISBN numbers:
Book One: The Quest of Rose: ISBN: 978-1-990093-11-1 :
Book Two: Return of the Avatars: ISBN: 978-1-990093-40-1
I'll be happy to plan weekly ZOOM calls based on the second book beginning later in September. Let me know by September 12th if you wish to take part.
And some news: My novel, Singing the Dawn, will be available for online orders in early June from Borealis Press in Ottawa, Canada: http://borealispress.com
I invite you to attend the book launch on ZOOM scheduled for June 14th at 2 pm Eastern. You need only register with me by email before June 9th to be added to the list to receive the link: firstname.lastname@example.org Blessings, Anne Kathleen
Communion Members' BLOG
Communion Members' Blog for April 21, 2022 Shirley writes: Today is my Sacred DAY and it is definitely deepening the meaning & joy of this Season. I have recently experienced another friend's passing and last weekend my Sister-in-law whose only daughter is absolutely, totally devastated. For me, I have to hold on to my experience in Providence Bay (see earlier blog entry from Shirley on March 24th). In addition to that experience I did have a beautiful dream last night where I was attending Mass with my Dear Father. He had on a beautiful tweed black and white sports jacket and his presence beside me was the most loving and reassuring feeling but he did not speak a word to me until later in the Mass when he told me that he had to go and lie down. He left for pews behind me and I did notice people moving over to make room for him but he was out of my sight…
Heather Writes: Dear companions along the way: In last week’s reflection and gathering space insights, pain appears more than once and I was particularly struck by this. The pain of suffering, sorrow, loss, elicits many emotions that can behold the picture of pain. This yearly ritual of Passover that continues to stir feelings that surface yet are unable to be expressed. The Easter once again of our lives, where our Gethsemane moments are relived, shared in deep sadness and trial as we remember them and perhaps live new moments of uncertainty. Pain is handled so differently in a world where the presence of pain is suppressed, “a quick fix” with the many distractions that allows it to be masked. The road to Calvary resonates with the vibrational force of many walking in exodus, sounds of wartime loud and clear, a pilgrimage of epic proportions to some kind of freedom; emotional turmoil that seeks to be pacified; a resurrection of hope and newness . Yet, how long does one have to sit in the darkness? It is indeed the Passover of our lives seen through a different lens as this passion play unfolds, unique to each one of us. Moments where tears flow without words, because there just aren’t any, where the emptiness of life reflects an empty tomb, awaiting resurrection, awaiting rebirthing, new life. Yet, the solemnity of a Good Friday moment grabs us or silently nudges us, to sit in the space in between on a Holy Saturday, bringing us to a joy through hope to an Easter Sunday morning. It allows us time to reflect, in lost moments, to begin healing, to lean into the warmth of a new day. The echoes of the past “stay awake” just a while longer as the softening penetration of light infuses a hidden hope, surfaces to the promise of a new dawn of expression and no longer oppression. Where one feels the hint of a deep peace, a transcendent moment in time, in moments of gifted grace that slowly emerge from an empty tomb. Suzanne writes: For me, the Easter mystery is about death/ rebirth/ life from that first star…to the rites of Spring, to our lives. I had a strange experience this morning as I was awakened by the full moon shining in my bedroom. I recalled the John O’Donohue poem “The moon stirs a wave of brightening in the stone.” And I did feel clothed “in the colors of dawn.” Happy Easter. Mary Ellen writes:Thank you very much for the powerful, and very important words and experience of Julian this week, as well as for the re-connection with the mysterious life-death-new life cycle built into the universe. Deep in the work of peace, I feel I have been living and reflecting constantly on all that you shared with us. I have also felt very connected with the journey of the Future Humans as brought to us by Jean Houston and Anneloes Smitsman. The long list of traumas, suffering and brokenness in the world can so easily overwhelm me and all of us. Working for peace can lead all of us to wonder whether peace, healing and justice will ever be possible. And yet the experience of creation around us which is revealing the new life of spring, as well as the experience of Julian with its profound assurance of the immensity of God's Love, offer us Hope. The amount of suffering and disorder AND the immensity of God's Love for all, dance together in exquisite beauty. Love holds it all together. My heart moves from pain to deep compassion, at one with God's suffering and great Compassion. My compassion is for those living in a disconnection from our deepest humanity, and the resulting violence. I pray for the healing of God's transforming Love. My compassion is for a world which still believes that lethal weapons will bring an end to violence, a world which is always preparing for war. For me, it is the ever-present Love of God, who loves every creature, which gives me the strength to keep working for peace, even when it is scoffed at, and thought to be naive. I believe that Love of God is loving us into a new way of being. And on that long journey of waiting in trust, in our brokenness, God continues to hold all in Love. Communion Members' BLOG for April 14, 2022 Karen Holmes writes of our April 7th Reflection : So hopeful and encouraging. A true Resurrection message: a fruitful way to walk with Sorrow. Sorrow is a sentence in the story of Love. How often have we made the ability to feel sorrow some sort of proof of our faithfulness? Let us be faithful to the Joy of Christ and the call to Abundant Life. Communion Members' Blog for March 31, 2022 Suzanne writes: How hopeful in this uncertain time, to know Julian’s faith was steadfast and all shall be well again.I love going on this walk with you in Norwich. You certainly followed your star with courage.Of course, I am always smiling at the image in the stones.
Communion Members’ Blog for March 24, 2022 Responding to our first exploration of Julian’s writings several years ago, Shirley wrote a Reflection which I share with you now. Shirley writes: What I had to ponder repeatedly was this from Julian’s words: "God wishes to be seen, and he wishes to be sought, and he wishes to be expected, and he wishes to be trusted." Julian's creation-centered theology fed me abundantly. I had that very experience in Providence Bay, Manitoulin Island… sitting on the deck where Monarch Butterflies were dancing in front of me, hearing an unidentifiable bird song and another bird friend answering. Viewing the perennial flowers that were the same kind that my Mother had in her garden, hearing the sound of the powerful waves from the deck, and then from a couple of cottages over someone playing the accordion which brought back many beautiful healing memories of my Father entertaining us with his accordion, I felt in a warm unified field that held everything together with joy and goodness. My heavy grief at my parents’ passing was finally lifted. I have to remember that God wishes to be sought, wishes to be seen, wishes to be expected... and I have to be awake to see this every day. I have to be still to come to new consciousness. As a spiritual seeker I tasted stillness and experienced the benefits of stillness of the soul. The sacrament of the moment! In the silence I have learned to find my voice, reclaim my body, move without fear and reconnect with the Divine in Creation and to recognize it within the people around me. I can now embrace an all loving God, embrace Christ as Mother. Know sin as part of the learning process. Julian is an anchor for me as I learn to honour the sacred feminine, reconnect with the powerful aspects of feminine wisdom that have been lost but are rebirthing. I love and I appreciate Julian for her attitude of optimism in spite of the turmoil around her. She is a guide who helps me be open to the future and walk through the adventure with "optimism". In this process, or shall I say adventure, I am more open to the future since: “All Shall Be Well.”
March 17, 2022 Colette writes: Just watched a zoom this morning from the Earthwise Centre with Jim Garrison from Ubiquity University interviewing Anneloes and Jean about the Return of the Avatars, archetypes at play in us and in our present time with the war in Ukraine. What a gift! Love big pictures of reality. Very practical help to position myself in the present situation of the world. A few words on the last posting of the Communion of Creative Fire: I had written in my journal that I was feeling a desire and a need to widen my heart space (which isn’t easy) and I come upon these words from Carolyn McDade:“You are the love within all things, a widening embraceA flame that weeps and launches joyTo leap through realms of grace.”This went straight to my heart and inner experience of grace. And then words from Jean, again speaking to my experience and to my heart:“To be looked at by these people is to be gifted with the look that engenders.You feel yourself primed at the depths by such seeing.Something so tremendous and yet so subtle wakes up inside that you are able to release defeats and denigrations of years. (happening in my life in time, ever so gently, a work in progress)An unconditional love joined to a whimsical regarding of you as the cluttered house that hides the holy one.How beautiful and amazing is that. Communion Members’ Blog for March 10, 2022
Heather writes: It has been some time now since I have set pen to paper to write about the reflections and shared information in the gathering space. As the world observes the scenes of war in Ukraine, I cannot see clearly for there is a constant swelling of tears that spill over quietly and in the spaces are the words of lament that cannot be mouthed. And so in my haziness I have gone to nature, spending time in the bush, anchored in what appears to be the only true and steady force that holds me in tenderness.... I can breathe, I no longer hold onto that breath that suffocates. It releases its hold and I exhale and then inhale the oxygen-filled air. pure in its heavenly form. I can feel the embrace of something greater than me, a whisper in the gentle winds, "stay for a while, drink the nectar of freedom, refresh your weary spirit, your feelings of losing a grip.” It is the one true space where I can feel a divinity that will never slacken its release.And then these words from Etty Hillesum, the Dutch mystic that you quote, sends a resonating deep into my soul: "but one thing is increasingly clear to me, that you cannot help us, that we must help you to help ourselves." The energy that permeates the air out in the forest is like a drug than calms, that pacifies, so we can see more and "safeguard that little piece of you, God, in ourselves.”
The deepest waves of light transmission collectively can reach the thousands of refugees, immigrants in exodus once again, the many who fight for freedom and the many who do not know what freedom is, soul to soul, separated but never separate, for the pain is our pain, the sorrow is ours to carry for it is the only strength I can give, to carry the anguish for them for a while. The struggle for a new humanity demands of us a love, an acceptance so pure that it is hard to deliver as the scales of injustice need to be rebalanced. Yet, the wounded bird learns to fly again, the sun always shines behind the clouds and the human spirit is lifted up on the wings of the eagle. "You raise me up to more than I can be"
Mary writes: During my morning meditation this past week or so I have been walking among the Russian soldiers sending them positive energy, telling them that they have been lied to, in hope that they would have a change of heart. I use the Peace Ritual with the intention of sending peace and positive energy to all around the world. Heather, as I read your comments, these words of yours: “The deepest wave of light transmission collectively can reach thousands....... " strengthened my thought that we need to form a ring around the world and collectively send out the light, peace and positive energy to all people of the world. As these thoughts were coming to me I could hear another voice saying, "Now is the time. “
Suzanne writes: The Gathering and Reflections… have lifted me in these dark times. The peace ritual is a practice I will invoke many times. I was especially struck by the Dutch mystic in the concentration camp who calls forth the divine. Amazing. Berry and Laszlo summon us to a new language of consciousness in order to heal and preserve the planet. As Jean has remarked many times, (paraphrasing):“the gods are waiting for you to take that step.” You have given us the shoes and walking stick so let’s go… Colette writes: The Gathering Space Ritual was a delight as always. All of it! The reading from Angela of Foligno stands out for me as it speaks to the dark night of the soul so positively. I particularly notice that she says: “Afterwards did I see him darkly, and this darkness was the greatest blessing that could be imagined and no thought could conceive aught that would equal this ….I felt so sure of God that all fear left me …for by that blessing which came with the darkness …. I was made so sure of God that I can never again doubt but that I do of a certainty possess him.”Just magnificent.Lots to ponder from the broad perspective that is given in the reflection section. Communion BLOG for February 3, 2022
Karen writes: Where are you Rose? Have you gone across the threshold to the new universe? which is actually the universe that has always been? I will join you there. I'm letting go of some sad stories and old archetypes. Waiting in the Ripe Darkness. Stepping into the way of the new hero and heroine. I know you'll wait for me while still moving on with your creative dance. One day soon, I look forward to twirling with you under rainbow-streaked clouds that carry the universe's loving rain. What new flowers will grow? What new life will be given to the old favourites -- the iris, the rose, the lily? I look forward to seeing them sprout forth. All the new relationships waiting for me. I can see them, shadow-like, on the horizon. The old story crumbling into a dust that will make a fine compost. I will resist drawing back into myself when I hear the Old Language: I will not apologize for my Being when it does not fit the labels that have been developed as chain-link over the centuries. I'll keep singing and speaking into the Wind until I hear it as a gentle breeze carrying my words to the Beloved. Life is always stronger than Death. We are all On The Way, On The Road to Being and Becoming. Blessed be.
Heather writes: With much to think about this past week as I am coming down from the "ups and downs" lived during The Quest of Rose for 9 weeks, my thoughts go to the darkness of these winter months. It was, as in the past, a time of quiet, nesting, allowing the seeds to ferment into a new significance of what life is meant to be for me, moving into more light. Yet, the dark moments lived daily in some quiet contemplation were so unlike the past as each Tuesday evening we gathered "communion of women" breaking bread resembling thoughts and drinking the wine, the elixir of sharing....... sharing our reflections, touching each of our hearts, stirring more light within, keeping the embers glowing with each encounter that so softened the harshness of winter solitude.
For me, this describes a fulfilling vision and better understanding of the meaning of "communion of women" and what that looks like. The sharing, although centred around some of the literature from the book, had its inspiration for sure. But what resonated from our hearts was voiced soulfully to complete in me thoughts and feelings I could never fully express without what each one of us shared. There was a collective oneness in each of our quests that completed our circle. This was truly an awakening of significant depths of emotion expressed so vulnerably, so pure, so necessary.
And now.....on the eve of Brigid's feast day..... this scene comes to mind with so much meaning ! Was it not said that Brigid's mother held on to a doorway when birthing Brigid, born over a threshold, perhaps one foot in the old and one foot in the new. I cannot help but wonder… we are leaning on that doorway......into the new.
Then the questions from the Gathering Space that particularly stirred me: "what new seeds have been quickened within us by winter's darkness"? and "how shall I stay focused"? There is a quickening, an awakening. However, how shall I stay focused? … I have no words but just staying the course of what I have just experienced.
Suzanne's Blog: Quest of Rose Chapter Nine January 25, 2022Put on your magic cloak of consciousness and enter the realms of science, myth, mysticism, meditation, art and music- discovering the ties that bind- coming to the realization that we are connected across space/time in a Universe that has an innate memory. We are past, future and present on the “Rainbow Bridge.” As you prance across the Bridge, remember to look for the Flower and Bee.
Carol Ohmart Behan’s Reflections on Chapter Nine Our journey with Rose brought us out of 2021's tumultuous months and into the now-growing light of 2022. As we accompanied Rose *arising* from her Covid near-death experience, we likewise sought the possibility of evolutionary transformation through engaging in the study and practices given her by Verdandi, grandmother and wise woman (aka Jean Houston and Anneloes Smitsman). It was a daunting journey at times as we pondered the material and danced our way along together. So much to "take aboard" and sort through.....'Is this for me?'
As the weeks of reading and reflection passed, we more and more often wove our own stories into our weekly gatherings as we followed along in Rose's wake. In the glimmering light of our assorted screens, we were warmed by each other's smiles and voices each Tuesday night, ready to puzzle out the present chapter and try out the practices. And then there were the Dance Breaks! (What a genius of Direction in all matters offered by our Intrepid Leader, Anne Kathleen!)
I personally delight at arriving with Rose in Avalon, its magical energies stirring anew for me. And such a perfect place for me and my traveling Companions to unfurl our beautiful new butterfly wings and try out their powers of flight! It has been a remarkable and momentous Journey together.
Last night following our final gathering and one last dance, I un-Zoomed and felt the quiet descending in my living room. An awareness came to me of something most wonderful that's emerged from this shared Adventure. Our de-Light-ful Communion has evolved into a beloved Community...... None of us know with much certainty what awaits in this still-new year, but how reassuring it is to know we will go forward into it together. Heather's Reflection on Chapter Nine Alas !! entering into chapter 9 reaching a crescendo like moment in the first couple of pages that under normal circumstances would befitting the end of a chapter , however, this is Rose’s journey and hers only in this stirring rendition of her encounter in the depths of a floral ecstasy. It is simply Rose as we have come to know her and her vivid expression of circumstances, losing herself in her quest for a future becoming. The all encompassing rapture of nature as seen in the existence of a flower , codependency with humanity and the needed union of bees and nectar.This quest is also mine as I decide how I will be led over the threshold into as of yet , undefined future. This unusual timing in my life where the older ways perhaps continue to grip fear and I remain a prisoner trapped by my own confines or could I consider rebirthing and what that means. Visualizing slipping through the birth canal though painful is the transitioning or crossing over from what is old to new. I need to reflect on what I want to carry with me and what I want to leave behind. Discern a new awakening, a new acknowledgement that one step at a time solidifies growth and trust. What beliefs do I leave behind, what part of these beliefs to I take with me?It is indeed a cocooning , holding the mysterious, allowing the mysterious to teach me something, a preparation for transformation. Heather's Reflections on the first half of Chapter Eight I replayed the scenes of our zoom gathering for the first half of chapter 8 and it brought a smile to me once again, maybe , even a chuckle. In every Shakespearean play there is a jester, comic relief, perfect timing to release some of the intensity of the play. I believe this happened to all of us , untethered , I needed a breather. I needed to let out that breath I held onto lost in the land of Rose. I needed to speak my truth, though comical in its presentation, it broke the rigid holding on of misunderstanding. Thank you beautiful women who supported and carried me a bit further, though perhaps not over the threshold yet, with one foot in the old and the other foot in mid air with our hands linked together. What affirmation of the collective unity we all share . We really are solid together and complete what each other is missing .My dearest Anne Kathleen, you are steadfast , never unglued and always attempting to make it better, smoother, understood. I continue this quest, this journey we have all started together and how beautiful is it, to stir within some of our own stories of the past. It is in that, our human experiences, our blueprint to our future becoming. Heather's Reflection on Chapter Eight Part TwoAs I reflected back , in particular , the last session on the second half of chapter 8, what impacted me most was the meditation of the beach scene. I could relate to this because it was tangible, it mimicked life in so many ways. The ocean waves ebbing, the stillness and then the flood tide. The ocean waves ebbing, flowing, becoming a rhythm so heavily influenced by the moon , nature in perfect harmony , responding, surrendering and allowing each change as it should. The one constant that relies on the influence of nature in perfect synchronicity. I paralleled all of it to life. The sureness of change and the response to the change as it happens. The receding, the returning to peace and the pause in between, the reflecting period on what one experiences during the times of loss, sadness or just being and the the flood tide or flow of tide returning. The sometimes windy and tumultuous returning and receding. Life is like that. But it is in the beauty of welcoming the true inner nature of its reflection in our souls. The beauty of nature and its incessant impression that stirs so much joy in my own soul. This oneness I choose to accept of this enchanting stir in my soul takes away all fear. It is remaining in the moment that one tames fears. Revelation moments come in many ways. However, to just sit quietly and listen as on a beach with certainty that the ebb and flow of life brings what all that is required to continue this journey. Heather's Reflections: Chapter Seven: The Quest of RoseThe enthusiasm of being together once again was so apparent. There was excitement on the zoom air and how we greeted each other with so much love. Yes, love was the theme that proclaimed our sharing and our thoughts on this wonderful chapter 7. I have read the poem Clara sent and how appropriate, “let me become” let me become the future becoming, one in the universe and the universe in me. And then Karen’s reflection brought me back to “Desiderata” which means “ things desired” and how I cherished this writing from a young age. It was a poster that has followed me for over 50 years. It so faithfully affirms our journey with Rose. This mysterious collective oneness of our spirits lights the pathway ahead as we continue the quest to betterment. I quote from the book that for me sums it all up” your spirit is connectively, always sourced in the awareness of one eternal self. Love melts away all barriers of the mind, when love is present , understanding comes naturally”As Verdandi has had such a powerful impact on calming Rose these words from Desiderata signal the same message.“Go placidly amid the noise and the haste and remember what peace