Reclaiming Aspects of the Divine Feminine

I have heard and listened to the whisperings of spirit since childhood. I heard those whisperings most clearly when I was out doors. I joined the Vessels of Peace when spirit whispered that it was my place. I had no expectations and did little research.

The last couple of conference meditations I was unable to find my usual balance or still myself before the calls started. Before those calls were over I did find my centre and yet felt out of sorts.

I knew when I began the Doulas journey that committing to holding space for peace to birth on a planetary scale would also take some personal form, perhaps change, in my life. Discovering what I was not at peace with is not as simple as it would first seem. I would not have thought to ask the question before. I have not consciously directed or expected specific results or things to do (other than our phone calls), I have worked only as spirit moves me.

I didn’t want to completely return to my body in order to use my vocal chords and share the wonder of this last meditation. Even now as I sit trying to write I am not satisfied with the words. I will enjoy the experience for a space before asking myself to share it.

Tonight as a Doulas of Peace I experienced that feeling, (I’ve felt it before) of every event being in it’s perfect place and time with each moment leading unerringly to another perfect moment. Events of the last month came into focus with a meaning that I had felt lurking just out of reach, and for some unknown reason until now, had left unacknowledged.

A young female bear recently came into the garden bringing a message of transformation from the West. I couldn’t quite hear her message though I saw her full and well. A long dreamt of journey to travel to the westernmost part of Canada, the Pacific Ocean on Vancouver Island happened within a week of the bears’ visit. We sighted another half dozen black bears on the drive to Pacific Rim National Park and beyond to the surfing mecca of Tofino. Peace, Om Shanti, Salaam, Shalom haunted me pleasantly the way a favorite song can.

Walking, or sleeping accompanied by the sight, smells, and sound of thundering surf can/will bring a shift of perspective, an invitation to no time. I accepted the invitation. When we blessed ourselves with a visit at the Tofino art gallery of Roy Vickers I was drawn to and bought two copies of a book without opening a page. It is called “The Elders Are Watching”. The phrase came to life last night while joined as Doulas in service.

I use the chant on the VoP website as a kind of breathing metronome. As my breathing deepened I became aware of the scent of rose and a visual of a rose blossoming, unfurling completely and furling back into itself, with a realization that not only our lungs breathe, our heart breathes too.

I found myself above the planet, held in the web of light formed by our intention as Doulas to this mission. We were energetically hand holding, stretching around the globe accompanied by other multi-dimensional joy filled light workers holding peace space among us. As I gave myself over to a wave of joyous homecoming that accompanied my acknowledgement of the other dimensional beings I felt/recognized my Grandma, Mother and sister among the light beings. They are physically out of the picture and I knew that my elders are not only watching they are participating.

With that recognition years of pain and separation came as tears into my physical eyes. We were together in spirit as it had not been possible to be while in physical form. As One we were able to “read off the same timeless page” about what is real and what was illusion. Physical tears of joy washed the separation away while our spirit bodies danced as One. A new peace with the Feminine in Her myriad of forms was born for me in that dance. A joining occurred as I took back those long shunned as dark aspects of the feminine. I am born again to this earth walk and We are born again through my rebirth.

Committing to become a Doula of Peace required me to step into and own my West position on the sacred wheel of life. I am buoyed by the joy and gratitude I feel. The blessings of Peace far outweigh time spent.

That commitment as a Doulas has led first to the fulfillment of what is in my highest good….what is in my highest good will be in the highest good of the whole. A dream I’ve held for years also came to fruition on the trek to the West Coast. I found and purchased a good used 1985 250 Honda Scooter that I may move around on the Mother with as small an eco foot print as possible. Smelling the diversity of life we share the Mother with, feeling the bumps in the road is confirming my Mother connection while strengthening my physical body that I may better serve life.

I have rediscovered that Peace is a hard sell, even when you accompany it with beautiful lyrics as some of our beloved musicians have.I am honored to be sharing the journey to bring the reality of Oneness down from it’s airy fairy kingdom in the sky to a real place among us. I thank you for making these experiences possible for I wouldn’t be here without you.

As a result of the advice I received through a channeled reading last fall I have started and maintain a blog in the spirit name Honors the Gentle Breath of Spirit. I have posted this and other pieces about my experiences with the Vessels of Peace and other spirit or not related writings and pictures at www.onenessisus.blogspot.com I would be honored if you would visit or drop a line yourself.

Your sister,
Anne Cressy

Lund, B.C.
Canada.

PS. Hi Karen…It was a pleasure to chat with you this Monday afternoon, thank you from the bottom of my heart for that glitch that allowed us to have a private time together. The beautiful mirror you held for me to see within showed me the value of our communal vision and prompted me to share the more.