'Tis the Season to count our Blessings and I trust that you have counted lots of them already. It is also my 20th anniversary in the US and I am eternally grateful for finding a new world, a new home and new friends! Like those who established the tradition of celebrating Thanksgiving, I was greeted here with utmost hospitality and fed and embraced... I am sending my Love to all of those amazing beings who helped me survive, to find my footing on this continent - to learn English, to learn how to drive, how to be... From the bottom of my heart, THANK YOU! Here is my poem:
"Ocean, my Lover"
11/14/09, Coronado Island, CA
I took a long walk this morning Along the edge of the Waters of the big Ocean... Along the edge of another world that was pulsating And breathing at my feet... That body of water was alive and conscious of me - It was watching me with curiosity and kindness... As I was slowly intoxicated with a musky scent, Opening my pores and nostrils and soul and spirit...
And then, the Ocean reached out and kissed my feet, Sending waves of intense sensations up my legs, All the way... Through the tips of my fingers... And then It reached out again And caressed gently the skin of my inner thighs, Inviting me in... Inviting Itself in... *** All of a sudden, an ancient memory stepped forward... I was a tiny sperm about to penetrate a huge, glowing, pulsating Universe of an Egg - She recognized my sacred longing for Her And I was invited in - She was waiting for me Her whole life And now was grateful, lifting all taboos, With relief and urgent purpose.
The sensation was so magnificent, As I slipped through Her impenetrable wall - It melted me into non-existence... I exploded in orgasmic ecstasy... And that explosion divided Her in two!!
And thus my body had a Beginning... The pulsation of Life Force that allowed me To become, Has the same Rhythm As what Ocean Waves are dancing to, - It is what they are following and obeying... *** I was conceived in Love - The Impulse of Bliss is my Motherland - That is the only way a new life can begin, - wither they knew that or not, - Without this, the act of Creation Is simply not possible!!! *** Today, on the shoreline, I felt the same - My tiny body was in the presence Of undulating consciousness... Caressing me, holding me, penetrating me, Melting away the last degrees of separation Until I remembered who I truly was and who I am now:
I am one of the many voices of the Divine Feminine! I am Her ears and Her eyes; And through me, She knows Her pleasure and Her sadness... Through me, She knows Herself!
The same way She knows Herself through you, and you, and him, and him, And through this dog and this tree... She knows!
And through Her, - I know! With every fiber of my being, I know how precious my life is, How deeply loved I am and gently supported... ***
Overwhelming tenderness arose in my heart, as I saw that Ocean of Bliss Makes no exception: It penetrates all of the existence, And is omnipresent, as they promised...
I smiled through tears of happiness and allowed myself To fully feel the wet procession on my face...
I made Love with the Ocean today... ***
Mine is one of the many voices of the Waters, - This Ocean was our cradle once; It gave us Life and It has the power to have it away, if we will not awaken to our intimate belonging.
We, the people, were a 'runaway' project so far... - In return we were disrespecting the Waters, Dumping our waste into It and destroying Life.
It has given us a few warnings already; yet we are not listening...
It really loves us...
Let's learn loving it back! ***
This morning I was barefoot, Walking away, back into the city, Gentle breeze ran it's fingers through my hair and Blew soft whispers into my ears... The sand was playing with my toes, Slipping through, like Time, Caressing the tender skin in that special place, in between my toes...
I am taking all of this with me, to share with everyone I meet...
I am not willing to waste another day on feeling alone, ***
I used to think that ours was The fate of clouds, Dispersed above the deserts of the world...
And now I know, - it was a short lived sword Slicing my Bliss Into doubts... ***
There is never a day when all of this is not mine! And yours, and his... and hers...
I gave myself permission to know that...
Schedule update - new additions to Calendar
2010 Singapore January 30-31 (level 1)
Los Angeles March 18-22
Toronto, Canada October 15-18 (level 1 & 2)
New York October 22-25 (level 1 & 2)
2011 Sydney January 29-30
Chico, CA August, 2011 Advanced Apprenticeship Training
"Imagination, is more important than knowledge" ~ Albert Einstein
Alice: - "There's no use trying, one can't believe impossible things".
- "I dare say you haven't had much practice", said the Queen. When I was younger, I always did it for half an hour a day. Why, sometimes I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast."
"Conscious Birth Movement is an intelligent approach to our species' procreation, when people-making practice is done with full awareness of the implications of how the quality of gestation and birth is affecting the quality of health and emotional wellbeing of the new person. It starts with conscious conception, when future parents are on the same page wanting to bring in a new human being into our world; includes birth preparation during gestation, which allows them to gain confidence and strength for the delivery, and culminates with the empowering, dignified experience of baby's arrival, in a way that both parents feel initiated into becoming a Mother and a Father and the baby feels safe and loved".
Russian mail order brides?
A journalist asked me to share my insight into this sphere that I have never publicy discussed before. Now I thought to share my reply with all of my readers:
"It is happening all over the globe, not only in the US, - Russian women are leaving by hundreds of thousands during the last 10 years for Europe, Australia, even South Africa... They are looking for a better life, of course, but mostly for a man who could be a good husband and a father to their children. There is a critical shortage of healthy, emotionally present, intelligent men in Russia. Those who fit this description are absolutely amazing, highly evolved, accomplished, spiritual individuals, but they are few and far between...
During the 20th century, we had a systematic, deliberate, consistent elimination of the best of the male genetic fund of the nation - through, first, the WW1, then Bolshevic revolution, then Stalin's repressions, then WW2... Each one of those catastrophes took millions upon millions of the best and the strongest of the men, who died in the trenches and GULAGS, before they had a chance to have children. Plus, among those who survived, and did not physically die, the quality of life was so poor for so long - a few generations of orphans, practically... - starvation lasted in Russia basically from 1915 thru the end of the 20th century, when most of the nation was simply malnourished and abandoned. Basically, the whole country, 11 time zones, is one big orphanage... "Mother Russia" historically was never kind to her sons. It was always a dangerous adventure to be born a boy over there.
It was also almost impossible for a man in Soviet Russia to self-actualize as a creative individual, - the political situation only allowed them to do what they were told to do, by the communist leaders. It created a very unhealthy emotional landscape of alcoholism and depression, or the opposite - criminal tendencies, aggression, mafia/gang mentality.
It's just not very sexy... Women are mostly not interested in any of that, as far as ''who I want to have my children with". It's actually very interesting how gender specific the hardships are, because in those same circumstances that destroyed Russian men, women were not degrading, but becoming, if anything, more beautiful and powerful with each generation - just keep doing what they've always done - surviving, taking care of the young, supporting life against all odds...
I still have all of my close girlfriends in Russia that 20 years of my living in the US did not put a gap between us - my inner circle of about a couple of dozen women. They are very well educated, successful business owners, skillful, fun loving, all in great shape, always optimistic - all single! Some of them have never been married, some of them lost their husbands to poor health or mafia extortion. My daughter's biological father was killed in Moscow. He was 42. The male life span in Russia is 54 and 72 for women. There is now negative population growth there - more people are dying then being born."
BellyDance for Pregnancy
My Australian friend from Palestinian descent, - Maha, who is a beautiful traditional dancer and an amazingly beautiful woman, author of the book "BellyDance for Pregnancy", just released her DVD: "Dance Of The Womb" - 'bellydance for pregnancy and birth' DVD- has been released and is now AVAILABLE FOR PURCHASE as well as for wholesale orders, interviews, editorials, workshops etc... "It features an exercise component and my homebirth at 46 years of age, set against a background conversation with two midwives" Total running time - 2hours and 50 minutes (PAL and NTSC) It is gentle, uplifting, inspiring, educational and empowering. No Dance Experience Necessary. Beautiful music by Omar Faruk Tekbilek - Thanks for your support" -
My wish for the women of the world is for us to get to know, understand and appreciate each other. I wish we would learn to see each others struggle and strength with respect and compassion; support each others needs, desires and beauty, help build each other, create a community, so we can raise our children in the safety of a tribe, in which peace and common sense prevails and the sacredness of each individual is recognized.
I am privileged to share this planet with you, my dear friends!
Together, we can make it into a beautiful home for us and our children. Much Love,