I woke up this morning in disguise as a mother who is terrified. The day is young, I woke up before 4am. My guides are saying, sit and write. It's the last thing I want to do. I'd rather run to something or somewhere. It's like I had a bad dream and it didn't go away. For reference of what happened last night, I received an open heart prayer. A nidra yoga repatterning exercise. It was beautifully lead by my friend and co-talent, Tayama. Her words hit my soul. And now I am this. But she still has no idea what she did. I don't seem to know either. All I can say is what I do know. During a yoga nidra channeling, you will receive a sankalpa, which is a new belief that serves your unity in some way. It is a very relaxing way to pray and meditate in a group. I remember another time, it was just this powerful, but it took its time. This day, I feel it worked all at once. So I woke up as though I was dying, or had lost something that I thought I had loved. Very intense morning. I am learning so much newness that my old tendencies are almost gone. I don't really claim to see any part of me that I was. I want to write this here, to make it so. As though words, when read by others will help manifest a thing. My manifestation is that I need a home. I want to live with my sister, and to afford that I need to write and sell art. I love these words because it frees me of any sense of unworthiness to a task ahead. There is no right or wrong in this world? Well I choose to struggle for nothing. If you have time to read my written content then allow me to offer you something. A page from my deepest collection. My newsletter is going to reach all those who've signed up, and in it, I will be offering a guided class, hosting the talent of many authors of light. Saints and spirit guides are beckoning the recognition of art as mastery through me. I have chosen it too. What that actually means is I want to teach a class, and I want to call it, Finding your way home through art.
I've learned about ancient esoteric imagery and how it can speak to you while you draw or paint. And the reason it holds so much strength is that this imagery is already everywhere. If you can tap into what jumps out to you already, then you'll start to see patterns in your life. It's not all that 'out there' as it may sound. It poses strength to irony.
Having said that, that is why I woke up feeling like a mother without a place. I have something I want to share, this creation and I need to have a place for it.
Feel into that, and help me see what is next.
Opening up to see the light.
Dear ones, this will have been my first blog post of many. I hope it suits you well to know that, at this time, I am in Kitsilano, Vancouver. I am beginning again. I will be sending out a newsletter often, so if you had signed up for Alana the tattoo artist, know now that it is remaining, but also alongside Alana the channel.
I will also say that, for some time, I have been procrastinating my blog till now! So come one come all and feel what I have been privileged to have learned. It is continual as well, so check in often for new content.
Here is what I will describe for day 1. Business as usual, I was up before the sun came up, channeling and singing into what is to come.
My vision is this. A set of agreements to myself that I will,
1) Speak up
2) Say it with heart
3) Invite others to comment as well
4) Conclude that there will be, no conclusion to these never ending tides.
From there, I begin.
Today is not only the first day of my blog, but also the first day I will publish it. No surprise to me, I have no idea how this will be done. I guess I'm about to see.
Thank you to the spirit realm, and guides Saint Francis Assisi for my deep lesson today in the tricks the minds can play when the heart isn't watching.
The heart is not always watching, you see. But it is always aware of something. Today my heart wanted me to play deeper, challenge softer. And speak more. Today is the day I start.
And since I have already begun much before this new website has, there will be a lot to unfold.
For now I leave you with this prayer.
Have heart, dear traveller, that you are the one you need the most. Never regret the past, for it has brought you the present, and will assist in your future. Never deny your short comings, for they may be the path toward your rareness. Your uniqueness is always a gift, no matter how brave you have yet to be.
In Light, yours,
St. Francis Assisi