Author: CoCreavatars

This sensing and knowing that we are in HARVEST time has deepened daily up here on North Vancouver Island, British Columbia! Clear crispy crunchy blue skies with a vastness of sky mind possiblities opens humanity up to cocreativity! AND first, we must prepare!

At the marina, boat culture folks are pulling up vessels from their docking sites, up onto trailers, behind trucks, driving them to storage lots.  The boats are zipped up after prow spaces are cleaned up, motors are drained as are the inboard freezer boxes, fishing rods and nets are put away in houses, and there is a sense of hibernation for those activities until next spring.

As a veteran camper, my tarps are dried, folded, placed with reverance into large plastic bags and put beneath my sons deck.  Similarly with my camping stoves, lanterns, and camping kitchen equipment! WHAT is ending and needing to be tended to as this season comes to closure?

My daily evening meditations are fuelled by gratitude as the attitude for these times in our lives! My heart serenades the abundance of opportunities, the Great Give Aways and the Put Aways!

This morning’s breakfast at Black Bear Lodge on NOrth Island was a surrendering to the awareness that beings were coming for the Cormorant Island POTLATCH!  Here in the North West Pacific coastal territories, tribes and nations have for generations chosen to celebrate the year’s accomplishments with generosity of GIVE AWAYS!  What a joy to share time and table with a family whose 7 year old daughter was being initiated to the Salmon Dance, to the Bear Songs, to the Orca Whale Movements, to the Ravens Call, to the Eagle’s Vision!  What a momma’s GIVE AWAY to her future Grandmother!

This tribe of the Namgis begins today, a three day SOJOURN with the truth of prosperity of families, gathering to share songs, dances, portrayals of the past ancestral ways, celebrating and recalibrating to the ancient root culture with language that is not on line nor available on Facebook!  Can you IMAGINE surrendering part of each day to restoring your root culture of GRATITUDE by offering items for Potlatch to a space within your home?  Can you IMAGINE seeing that GIVE AWAY with joyousness and gratitude?  ONE full year restoring justice to the tribe! One full year gathering our lifetimes harvests to share with dignity and pride in our root cultures!

WE HAVE MORE THAN ENOUGH is the affirmation, the mantram silently or in voiced prayers for each offering throughout those thirteen moons, four seasons!  What will you GIVE AWAY this full moon of the Blue Electric Deer; a GIVE AWAY of actionable steps as service to the greater goodness of humanity?

These indigenous seeds were planted inwardly generations ago and though they were covered by shameful abuse, in the tending to these seeds, more arises, more than the traumas, the treasures and wealth of family and clan and tribe and nation arises!  This is a Great Harvesting of possibilities into realities shared without divisiveness between beings, without competition and comparison between families!  Others may call this therapeutic.  Here , we call it our CULTURE!

AND this way heals all beings for that is the intention!

IMAGINE babies as papooses slung over the heartbeats of mothers danced in these sacred ways!  Listening to the mothers breathe of generosity, inhaling exhaling and living deeply.  IMAGINE mommas leaving one POTLATCH ready to be seeded by a warrior man, receiving the sacred seed, gestating it, labouring and delivering this infant of the new earth of ancient ways the next POTLATCH!

What a contribution women make through our ages and stages as we move sing dance through the HOOPS OF ALL OF OUR RELATIONS! My heart weeps with unstoppable joy (LISTEN to Marya Stark’s song) as a Grandmother of a BUNDLE, with deepening roots to the crystal mandalas at the core of EARTH, my GIVE AWAYS have been generational pains and lack of core self wearth!  I have taken time to tend to sacred fires in temiskals and given away the trauma of childhood and the grief and abuse of our mother and grandmothers!  I have given away a mindset about aging and respect, about Elders and indigeneity and our CIRCLE WAYS that are the antidotes to white male patriarchy dominion over ways!

My POTLATCH includes these sistars of the soul and of Great Spirit; THEIR inspiring ways of living fully!~

LOUISE HAY was diagnosed with incurable cervical cancer.  She let go the story held in her body of childhood rape and abuse.  Louise dissolved through forgiveness, affirmations, nutritional support, through herbal remedies and allies who believed in her, the paradigm of victim rescuer and persecutor!  She transformed the genetic predisposition through these heart healing ways! Ultimately, her POTLATCH was a book: Heal your Bodyl Heal your Life!  Her living Legacy is the Hay House Publishing company with a stable of authors and keynoters that help humanity to aspire to greatness!  YOU CAN DO IT is the mantra that lives beneath all that she participated in and initiated!

TINA TURNER has a life worth documenting!  Leaving the stage on which she performed with IKE TURNER for years, to live the terror of abusiveness and violence was her BREAK THROUGH and give away!  Tina lost her son to disease and death and still kept on. Nowin her eighth decade, her mantra speaks for itself as she shines through the darkness of those years! Tina exemplifies the radical acceptance of true love and offers that committment as her POTLATCH!

RACHEL of Colorado was told years ago that she would never walk again, broken back thus a broken life!  From competitive figure skating and an activated spiritual cocreative way of being, the GREAT give away was inquiry; what now is possible?  She took that same fierce determination to Brazil and John of God and learned how to run the current of creator to correct her spine! Years of ceremonial teachings with mother Ayahausca within the Sante Daime culture ,. more trainings with Alaya Love., and Rachel emerged ready for the next best steps in her lifes path!  A conception of Namaste, now 5 years old, between two of my sweatlodges in Costa Rica, and RACHEL became a mother, a rainbow warrior mother!  Now her POTLATCH is the wisdom of mothering, the medicine of breast milk, the affection for a boy man, dedication to the lands she partners and stewards, tending to the garden for the winter crops to be jarred and lined up in cupboards!  She has invested in LIFE and LIFE has returned back to her!

MALIKA of Kazikstan and Victoria BC brought her wounds and gifts to our Anam Cara Yurts in Mechoseit BC 3 years ago!  Educated, tall, slimlined, a curving of her dark eyes, Malika offered her mesa of ayahausca medicines and serious ceremony!  Over the past moons, she has chosen to take on the Thirteen Moon Belt TWICE moving through sexual abuse, sexual addiction and pornography!  Confused about her beauty and her womanhood, she has emerged through her relationship of embodied strength. She was struck by a truck while riding her bicycle a year and half ago in Victoria BC! A true wake up call inviting her to view where was her iNNER GOTO?  With rolfing treatments, chikung practices, kundalini yoga trainings, deep meditation with the Masters, more ayahausca ceremonies and a resolution of inner child with her parents., this woman warrior of great spirit cocreated ONE MORE THRESHOLD for another POTLATCH.  She chose, this past August, to swim the Saanich chanell with her mentor ! Supported by an ally in the boat, Malika swam in wetsuit with determination and with ease for SEVEN HOURS!  Giving away unconditional love to the waters and receiving the same back! She now walks as a Dolphin Goddess with the strength, persistence, patience, and clarity of purpose to serve the truth in others.

DEENA of Iboga Journeys requested GMA to sit with her in her own intensive JOURNEY OF LIFETIMES last July.  Throughout our nightime inward dive, she kept still, seeing responses to her inquiries, reviewing facets of her own diamond soul.  The rising and falling away of many spirits were noted, smudged, rattled and drummed, with respect and offered a portal back to source.  Deena’s GIVE AWAY included her grandmother’s and mother’s stories in relationship to husbands and thus, to fathers and men!  We released the attachment to catholic dogma as well as to conditioned beliefs arising from her Italian enculturation.  Sojourning together, we moved our interventions to Dr Terri’s office in Squamish and both received intensive colonics as well as ancient Chiness medicine via pulsetaking: sinew acupuncture!  This spiritual warrior continued her GIVE AWAY with a 3 plus hours nutritional assessment with a naturopath Elder in North Vancouver.  Deena came away with a protocol for homeopathic remedies, supplements of high calibrations and a disciplined schedule for feeding her rather ravaged body!  She has committed to Thirteen Months with Nikiah Seed and the Red Drum for womens empowerment, beginning with reading; The Descent of the Goddess.  Her covenant of midnight is to completely embody this divine self and radically accept and appreciate all aspects of the woman lineage from which she has emerged in this lifetime!  Deena’s POTLATCH has just begun: she is a writer , a cocreative artist, she is attracting those who are drawn to journey with her, and she is a pianist!

What lives beneath the generational shame and guilt, doubt and fear is the antidote to POVERTY>  This diseased state of mind heart being prevents us from offering our gifts, from participating in thanksgivings, from sharing in pOTLATCHES.  These are soul contracts at the roots of our beings and we MUST dive deeper so that we can excavate that which hides the treasures!  When these troubled seeds emerge, we need allies, soul friends, collaborators, and a willingness to ask for HELP!  Consciously, we need to sit within: This , too, will pass! All of this is temporary for all changes.  The true self within the wild heart is already percfected, shining, brilliant and illuminated!  Affirmations that support the excavation: I AM is love; I AM cares; I AM is capable of caring for the self as it descends and arises. 

ON this Blue Electric Deer full moon, we invite you each and all to rewrite the BIOGRAPHY of your life!  To take the time to be generous to your own being no matter age and stage and to complete that which was left behind in those traumatic timesl  We invite you to affirm 6 times a day; ALL NEEDS ARE NOW MET and to cocreate that GRATITUDE CHECKLIST.  Dance on these new wavelengths knowing that what once was familiar and normaolized, is no longer relevant.  The miracle of YOU is emerging and you are UBUNTU, ONE with the greatest of those you admire.  Be inspired by others and inspire others in turn.  Be the ONE you admire deeply! 

We are the ONES we have been waiting for, precious ones.  We are the ONES who can honestly admire, appreciate, be thankful for, and honestly sit in our nakedness complete with ANTLERS , receiving the solar light, the lunar radiance, the stellar sparks of universal intelligence deep down in our bodies and back to the EARTH!  Let this full moon be one of POTLATCH and welcome your own soul back home to body!
Homework assignment: Listen to Marya Stark’s Unstoppable Joy! Rewrite your BIOGRAPHY on large bristol boards with coloured postems for the Turning Points Up or Down! Record the lessons learned in each of those POINTS!  What is your purpose now? What is your LIVING LEGACY? Who and how have you benefitted?

Let us know how your POTLATCH and ceremonial give aways unfolds.  I am available: kaariinatruth@hotmail.com

Lunar Story of Polarization and Stability

I sit on the brink of a dawning new horizon.
Moon still full in the sky and the Scorpion’s medicine on my tongue.

Challenge.
Polarizing.

The power of opposites.
The power of friction, pressure and heat.

What transformation can we find in the challenges that polarize us?
That bring out the shadows and lights from all directions?

How do we find the power of stabilization within the powers of challenge and polarity?

I sit on the brink of a dawning new horizon.
Moon still full in the sky and the Scorpion’s medicine on my tongue.

In these great tides of change in ourselves and in each other, what stability is possible?

With the ways we communicate with our loves, our families and ourselves, how do we create foundations for collaborative living?

What ways can we flow within our own love to embrace the places where we’ve been taught it is lost?

What ways can we lose ourselves in the depths of our own awareness and the awareness of all the beings we interact with?

I sit on the brink of a dawning new horizon.
Moon still full in the sky and the Scorpion’s medicine on my tongue.

And this medicine in truth.

For when we taste it, it rings so true in our being that anything else that isn’t that can only shrivel and die.

The ring of truth echoes in our bones when we hear it, see it or speak it ourselves.

So in this time of Polarizing Challenge and the invitation to stabilize listen for the Truth ringing through the trees, great stones and rivers.

The truth is whispering to us all the time.

Stabilize in that foundation.

Grow from that place.

Because we sit on the brink of a dawning new horizon.

Ahey beloveds, from the northwest temperate rainforests of North Vancouver Island, may we pray for the Earth Mother’s Wisdom to rain upon us all, especially for the Amazonian rainforests, home of millions of medicinal plants and more!

The Celestine Prophecies offer INSIGHTS that teach humanity how to resolve small and large issues that are created by our defensiveness, our strategies for survival in this course of Earth HumanEvolution!  Keep our energies high and project upon the person in the control drama, all of our light and love. Look into these ones for the inherent worth and beauty rather than being swallowed up in the purging of their own toxicity! The more appreciation we offer to these ones and to their ancestors, the more energies of the same come back to us.  Such is the Spiritual Law!

I write amidst Ancient Forests, with 50 to 80 feet high Sitka spruce, yellow and red cedar, pointing my view upwards, to vast enormously embracing skies.  The sun arises and breaks through mists and cloudcovers about noon.  None of these incredible natural ways of weathers and forests hold polarities of judgements, complaining about others stances, protesting about the inhumane ways we violate one another or the natural ancestral world.

Yet my heart is also aware of the dance of polarities in which our wounded infants and wounding children participate.  My heart hurts when I observe the good, bad, right, wrong, either, or, and if you don’t, then I won’t!  This game of incessant violence escalates into gender wars, into regional imbalances, into deforestation and erosion, into genocide arising from bullies in a schoolyard, or violence in a classroom, or ignorance of mothers in kitchens with choices of preserved foods, GMO foods, fertilizers on the front lawns of our lives and cosmetics that are drugged with invectives hidden within the industry!

Women are the recovering movement, recovering from generations of having resigned our fates to the hands of fathers, husbands, brothers, uncles, grandfathers, men who all were birthed through the vaginas of mothers!  It is a CHALLENGING MOON, beloveds, to step into the mantras of THIS I AGREED TO PARTICIPATE in this lifetime!  I AGREED TO BE RE SPONSEABLE for my part of this gendericide, this dehumanization, this deforestation!  I MADE this agreement and I am CAPABLE of turning this relationship around! 

UNA EMBRAZA!

Polarities are standoffs that are like the colorful woven Mexican finger puzzle. One index finger in one end, another index finger in another.  PULL like crazy all the while stating your position, even screaming that you are right, the other wrong until there is realization, or revelation!  What an opportunity it is to make these positions FUN and thus, become more functional as relatives! Tracking the consequences of feeding control dramas and polarities has yielded: stagnancy of blood flow, rigidity of joints and stiffness of cervical spines!  Boredom and fear of consciously cocreating another living experience yields pornographic and violent Netflix nights!  These dances of push-pull kill intimacy and hurt vulnerability as a possible resolution where each human meets the other as a naked child!

The costs of maintenance and reactivity within this sphere of control dramas are billions of dollars for pharmaceuticals that continue the suppression; inhabitting emergency wards of hospitals and continuing NOT having needs being met!  Billions of dollars are spent on legal institutions that are founded in that polarity point of view; one is wrong, wronged and thus, guilty and needs to be controlled and punished!  The others needs for security for a limited amount of time are met.  AND what of the FAMILY’s responsibility for cocreating, generating at home violence that makes its way into our society?  Who stands with mutual responsibility and a calling for COUNCILS OF ELDERS and community service or consequences that make sense!
Where can we face our CHALLENGES and dis-create the PTSD so violently spreading fear through internets and telecommunication systems? 

I have for 15 years, practiced YOGA: through pranayama, there is an overlighting view that both polarities of inhaling and exhale are held as one streaming breath, a breath that ultimately releases that which is stagnant, that which is rigid, that which is stiffened! In the shala of the yoga of life, there is a universal invitation to JOIN IN OM, to become one in the harmonic of SOUND, to unify rather than polarize.  Each being on the mat of life is invited to be in the dedication or Bhakti of the series of movements.  No judgments, no complaints, an intergenerational intercultural exploration of how the YOGIC yoke can be taken on honouring our individuality, our uniqueness yet, held in the OM of the universe.

We move in the shala of life from one pose to another, from one stance into another, without protesting about anothers’ stance, without allowing defensiveness to arise!  We move as the ocean’s tides move, rising and cresting and falling away!  We move on the horizontal planes of reality, into ascensions, into descent, and ultimately, surrender to the corpse pose, the pose of death of the ego!

Gone is the incoming strategy for survival, done is the anger at one’s spouse, dissolved is the biological configuration of a prefix to some disease!  The nervous systems are calmed and cleared and the breath assures each body that renewal is possible! In Shamanic Traditions, one of the primary ceremonies is the Sweat Lodge, the inipi, or the temescal.  Architected as a womb, with sacred laws: as above so below, as within so without, each lodge is topped with a STAR formation,a reminder that we are of this!  Again, we enter into a universal agreement, to die through the four rounds, to enter into the four elementals and surrender our egos stances, to surrender into four prayers that are held by the Lodge Chief and honoured by the Elders.  This container honours the unique issues, the resistances, the stubborness, the arrogance, the childishness of those who dare and care to enter the portal!  And more, it does not feed the control drama, nor the hungry ghost!  Round after round, polarities dissolve and nakedness of truth emerges.  We are relieved of the stiffness of feeling insulted and sing rounds of therapeutic songs honouring the much bigger story of life on Earth!  For all of our relations!

This SCORPION FULL MOON of challenges, we invite you from the hearts of all CoCreavatars, to say YES to the evolutionary step that humanity is taking, through a THRESHOLD of initiation into full maturity, response-ability for our relationships, accountability for our right livelihood that does no harm!

Grandmother tends to her sacred fires daily, contained in a circle of steel, safety first.  Here I invite you to write down and CONFESS your strategies for survival of your personality’s issues, your rights wrongs, your me toos, and poor mes.  I invite you to create with dead leaves, and dried blossoms of the summers gardens, a cocoon for all of these polarities and victim control stories.  Put it to your hurting heart and PRAY four rounds: to the air, to the fires, to the waters, to the earth, in that sacred space.  Ask your most compassionate ancestors to hear your prayers and to listen to the deepest of your hearts desires for self, for relations, for the earth! 

Ask forgiveness of the devas of the air, the fire, the waters, the earth, the medicine plants, the four leggeds, the winged ones, the standing ones, the swimming ones, the insects and more, that YOU have ignored the importance of being one small part of a much bigger story of coevolution on Planet Earth!

Let us know, precious ones, as you enter the threshold of: YES I LOVE BEING RESPONSEABLE< I ENJOY this time of generativity of cocreative energies on earth. 

I AM WILLING TO BE the ONE I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR!
For all of our relations,Ometeotyl

By Grandmother Kaariina

So as the sun reaches its zenith in our British Columbian skies, the coastal pines needles are reddened from so much sun and dying. Yet the new growth plushly sharpened are what remains.  Sharp and green with pine testicles upon the same tree as pine female cones!  The DNA of spiral universes manifests as unified upon these trees!

I walk with red baby holder containing the chubby well fed legs of baby ORYN yesterday upon trails created by some unsung creator, seeking refuges for GRIEF upon this mountain side.  A GRIEF that calls for wilderness, a sacred fire, and forests standing tall as witnesses, to humankinds unkindness! We sway between the lodgepole pines, leaving the rocks of ancient ones rooted by arbutus by the communal house, and enter terrain of SQUIRRELS.

What a gift to stand, holding the future upon my Elder back, listening to the chattery ‘hello” and “what are you?” of SQUIRREL.  Oneness in spirit, SQUIRREL’s tail reveals his tale of story there within the forested acreage.  It directs our attention to our destination: where are the CAIRNS into which to pour the ancestral memories, where those two leggeds still longing for a return to what could have been, can grieve and leave foods to feed those hungry ghostlings.  SQUIRREL redirects our attentiveness to another boulder emerging from Mount Belcher’s sides to a stack of stones, cairns built with messages , one stone at a time and one larger one, with a cave for bats beneath its primary offering.

There , thoughts still inhabiting the skull caves of humanity, can be poured out into what could have been,
songs, prayers, poems, a small plate of delicious wealth , to heal that which was stored within the brain
for far too long!  The night’s descent is the place of bat, arrested development assuaged when we choose to follow bat’s momentum into neuronal webs and weavings of stories so hurtfully blaming maiming with word sounds and thoughts.  Bat guides us in the darkness of the tethered soul into the light of midnight, starlit constellations remembered.  We awaken with the lanterns of our intentions to seek truth amidst the silvery lines!  We awaken and are held within the bones, trees, the flesh, energies, we are awakened to what could be now through us without regret!

A Grandmother’s path of HEALING HEARTS of HUMANITY begins with crowning post labour
pains through the RING OF HUMANITY into a new time space that we consciously choose to create!

These pathways Gaian neuronally etched, can lead to global extinction or to extractions of those epigenetically echoed wounds of wars, despair and hopelessness.  Stories of betrayal duplicated from the naval, or something new conceived and held, gestated, drummed and rattled through the bones of women men and sacred sites of wild hearted ones.

Those who know the lands can be reconstituted, not killing fields of men soldiering to provide.
Untamed insanity of separation from woman mother as source can rage here
on this plateau of life, on the side of this one mountain overlooking the inland Salish Sea!

The tyranny of patriarchy, matriarchy’s brutality, finally can be seen fully in the lightning
bugs that take us to the childhood space of grace and MIRRORS of our wild nature.
Like Steppenwolf, we are called to move on through, killing Buddhas on the road, emanating
messages from mantras within the skull caves holding brains re-orchestrating new refrains!

“O wiccan one, druidic one, shamanic goddess, hindi saint,all manner of dogmatic rules have regulated us far too long.

The Christian church forgets the first temples are of HER!

Gather now, for two or more, can once again give ayni,
remuneration of our gifts for BEAUTY is her name
and magnificently, she has crowned each beast and being! Unadorned, sweet nakedness, you return to TRUTH, complete, delivered from the centre of all creation! What more is needed here, when all finally is attained.”

So upon the horizon of this FULL MOON< first moon in this new cycle,
magnify the truth: we all arise from the centre of creation naked, sweetly held by HER and by HIM to become a ONE!

Synchronizing landings of great initiatives culled from vision quests in wild and often barren locations, share with those who will receive that which you are here to deliver.  For we are this SHIP of great SPACE< containing all that will ever be needed, nothing more to add.

We say in our cosmology, that these MOTHER SHIPS have now landed in certain
locations in order to bring harmony back to these vibrations circling
this planetary distribution centre, or station in this universe.

Our INITIATIONS are calling to humanity to enter into RITES OF PASSAGE<
one coming into being and form, another leaving.

“Response-ability is thy middle name, child.  Care now for this inner landscape of the stars,
and Saturn’s moons, Capricorns willingness to emerge in works so grand!  Tend now to
thine own self embodied in some form, squirrels, bats, salmon, two leggeds, kale, rosemary, sage, kale, or deer. Tree embodiments of juniper and cedar,
tall spruce and ancient oak are also choices to be here in NOW! 

This full moon recollect the reason, purpose for re-inhabiting this global village
with the best of our practicalities, our gifts so shared will enhance the possibility
of re ensouling wild hearts within the forests or jungles of our times.

Be sunset, sunrise, moonrise, moonsets.  Be starwise, earth wise, dancing times
beyond the GRIEF of unmet moments of the family lines.  Join hands
and look from within all around and see the BEAUTY of those in darkness
like the night of soul and they too shall emerge, into this light of August .”

And so this Grandmother’s Turquoise Heart holds the weather vane for humanity’s
crusade to end the seeking and to know the grail within the heart of each and every one.
We guide the ones here to navigate through the skulls and bones, the skeletons
of stories longing to be forgone conclusions openning up to something wise!
Neutralize with love and unconditionality and wisdom shall emerge from you and me!

O GREAT SPIRIT, earth wind fire and sea
YOU are inside and all around me!

For all of our relations
Bowing down with humour and humility
For all to know what we each of us truly know!
Many thanks for all of the homes, rooms, lands and spaces
that I have landed in with such respect and joy!

In service,
Ometeotyl