When your soul awakens, you begin to truly inherit your life. You leave the kingdom of fake surfaces, repetitive talk and weary roles and slip deeper into the true adventure of who you are and who you are called to become. The greatest friend of the soul is the unknown. Yet we are afraid of the unknown because it lies outside our vision and our control. We avoid it or quell it by filtering it through our protective barriers of domestication and control. The normal way never leads home. Once you start to awaken, no one can ever claim you again for the old patterns. Now you realise how precious your time here is. You are no longer willing to squander your essence on undertakings that do not nourish your true self; your patience grows thin with tired talk and dead language. You see through the rosters of expectation which promise you safety and the confirmation of your outer identity. Now you are impatient for growth, willing to put yourself in the way of change. You want your work to become an expression of your gift. You want your relationship to voyage beyond the pallid frontiers to where the danger of transformation dwells. You want your God to be wild and to call you to where your destiny awaits. You have come out of Plato’s Cave of Images into the sunlight and the mystery of colour and imagination. When you begin to sense that your imagination is the place where you are most divine, you feel called to clean out of your mind all the worn and shabby furniture of thought. You wish to refurbish yourself with living thought so that you can begin to see. John Odonahue
I made and lit my first fire for the year yesterday with the two incredible young men I am working with.
It was so windy that it was hard to contain this small but raging energy.
At first we had to build bricks around it not wanting it to blow out, literally the strong winds, were releasing embers into the dusk.
And when it called for spirit we each took brandy into our mouths and sprayed it onto the fire adding spirit to spirit and it visibly calmed, and as we made more offerings of tobacco and impehpo a herb used here to speak to the ancestors it slowly quieted.
We stood and watched. I was aware that the flames were still trying to escape via the cracks inbetween the bricks, as though it wanted to continue to rage and consume. The trainees, saw energy, hunger, in the flames. And so the bricks came down until we were face to face with a quieter open fire, warm and glowing, a home of source. We stared more and it revealed inbetween the small logs red, golden embers and several openings, a log would drop and a doorway was revealed, inviting us into its interior to the other world.
One by one we made prayers, leaving at the fire the release of old ways that stopped our own fire our own passion ways that took us into depression, when the fire is low, ways that took us to procrastination when the soul work or creativity has been crushed or simply not pulled through because we have been told we are simply not enough here, let alone good enough.
Behaviours that through ancestral wounding have led us to rage that burns out of control, and in some extreme cases violence, abuse, war.
We spoke about lost dreams and visions that we have been robbed of leaving us with no fire, dead wood inside our hearts at times when we have been the walking dead, and we asked that this small but beautiful heart of our home re ignite all that we carry inside so we can again find our own fire and transmute all that into a fire that burns for us for our ancestors stacked in wedges behind us and our children going forward. A fire that transforms that helps us to to see the glowing embers of our soul that can easily re ignite again to bring forward love of ourselves so that we are passionate enough about our creations the creator of us, to re vision and re dream.
We were accompanied by the shimmering Vlei ( lake) close by as its always important to have water close to the fire, to keep it tempered, also bringing in the element of
peace and reconciliation to our fiery lives, or a life where the flame is almost out.
The fire of our lives is a transformative one and as I understand it when it burns to the ground and leaves ashes, causing another little death, a part of us that needs to die it is then, that energy that we use to rise up again and again and again until we soar in becoming more of who we are.
Today the worlds collective fire began right from day one of 2017 when a troubled world saw an arsonist being elected to sit at one of the most powerful fires in the world which like our fire could go either way out of control or ignite all our fires to bring our gifts to the community. It’s doing both!
Here in Cape Town fires were started on our beloved Table Mountain by an arsonist.
When we look into the fire, find the doorways to the other world, walk through now.
May all worlds bless and protect you always Mbali