1Q84

1Q84

“1Q84,” Aomame said. “Are you talking about the fact that I am living now in the year called 1Q84, not the real 1984?”

“What the real world is: that is a very difficult problem,” the man called Leader said as he lay on his stomach. “What it is, is a metaphysical proposition. But this is the real world, there is no doubt about that. The pain one feels in this world is real pain. Deaths caused in this world are real deaths. Blood shed in this world is real blood. This is no imitation world, no imaginary world, no metaphysical world. I guarantee you that. But this is not the 1984 you know.”

“Like a parallel world?”

The man’s shoulders trembled with laughter. “You’ve been reading too much science fiction. No, this is no parallel world. You don’t have 1984 over there and 1Q84 branching off over here and the two worlds running along parallel tracks. The year 1984 no longer exists anywhere. For you and for me, the only time that exists anymore is this year of 1Q84.”

“We have entered into its time flow once and for all.”

“Exactly. We have entered into this place where we are now. Or the time flow has entered us once and for all. And as far as I understand it, the door only opens in one direction. There is no way back.”

“I suppose it happened when I climbed down the Metropolitan Expressway’s emergency stairway.”

“Metropolitan Expressway?”

“Near Sangenjaya,” Aomame said.

“The place is irrelevant,” the man said. “For you, it was Sangenjaya. But the specific place is not the question. The question here, in the end, is the time. The track, as it were, was switched there, and the world was transformed into 1Q84.”

Aomame imagined a number of Little People joining forces to move the device that switches the tracks. In the middle of the night. Under the pale light of the moon.

“And in this year of 1Q84, there are two moons in the sky, aren’t there?”

“Correct: two moons. That is the sign that the track has been switched. That is how you can tell the two worlds apart. Not that all of the people here can see two moons. In fact, most people are not aware of it. In other words, the number of people who know that this is 1Q84 is quite limited.”

“Most people in this world are not aware that the time flow has been switched?”



“Correct. To most people, this is just the plain old everyday world they’ve always known. This is what I mean when I say, ‘This is the real world.’

"So the track has been switched,” Aomame said. “If it had not been switched, we would not be meeting here like this. Could that be what you are saying?”

“That is the one thing that no one knows. It’s a question of probability. But that is probably the case.”

“Is what you are saying an objective fact, or just a hypothesis?”

“Good question. But distinguishing between the two is virtually impossible. Remember how the old song goes, ‘Without your love, it’s a honky-tonk parade’?” He hummed the melody. “Do you know it?”

“ ‘It’s Only a Paper Moon.’ ”

“That’s it. 1984 and 1Q84 are fundamentally the same in terms of how they work. If you don’t believe in the world, and if there is no love in it, then everything is phony. No matter which world we are talking about, no matter what kind of world we are talking about, the line separating fact from hypothesis is practically invisible to the eye. It can only be seen with the inner eye, the eye of the mind.”

“Who switched the tracks?”

“Who switched the tracks? That is another difficult question. The logic of cause and effect has little power here.”

“In any case, some kind of will transported me into this world of 1Q84,” Aomame said. “A will other than my own.”

“That is true. You were carried into this world when the train you were on had its tracks switched.”

“Do the Little People have anything to do with that?”

“In this world there are the so-called Little People. Or at least, that is what they are called in this world. But they do not always have a shape or a name.”

Aomame bit her lip in thought. Then she said, “What you are saying sounds contradictory to me. Let’s assume it was these ‘Little People’ who switched the track and carried me into this world of 1Q84. Why would they do such a thing if they don’t want me to do what I am about to do to you? It would be far more advantageous to get rid of me.”

“That is not easy to explain,” the man said, his voice lacking all intonation. “But you are a very quick thinker. You might be able to grasp, however vaguely,what I am trying to tell you. As I said before, the most important thing with regard to this world in which we live is for there to be a balance maintained between good and evil. The so-called Little People—or some kind of manifestations of will—certainly do have great power. But the more they use their power, the more another power automatically arises to resist it. In that way, the world maintains a delicate balance. This fundamental principle is the same in any world. Precisely the same thing can be said in this world of 1Q84 that now contains us. When the Little People began to manifest their enormous power, a power opposing the Little People also automatically came into being. And this opposing momentum must have drawn you into the year 1Q84.”

Lying like a beached whale on his blue yoga mat, the giant man released a huge breath.

“To continue with the train analogy: it is possible for them to switch tracks, as a result of which the train has entered its current line—the 1Q84 line. One thing they are not able to do, however, is to distinguish one passenger on the train from another—to choose among them. Which means that there may be passengers aboard who, to them, are undesirable.”

“Uninvited passengers.”

“Exactly.”

Again there was a rumble of thunder. This one was much louder than before. But there was no lightning. Just the sound. Strange, Aomame thought. The thunder is so close, but the lightning doesn’t flash. And no rain is falling.

“Have I managed to make myself clear thus far?”

“I’m listening,” she said, having already moved the needle away from the spot on his neck. Now she had it pointed cautiously toward empty space. She had to concentrate all her attention on what he was saying.

Where there is light, there must be shadow, and where there is shadow there must be light. There is no shadow without light and no light without shadow. Karl Jung said this about ‘the Shadow’ in one of his books: ‘It is as evil as we are positive … the more desperately we try to be good and wonderful and perfect, the more the Shadow develops a definite will to be black and evil and destructive.… The fact is that if one tries beyond one’s capacity to be perfect, the Shadow descends to hell and becomes the devil. For it is just as sinful from the standpoint of nature and of truth to be above oneself as to be below oneself.’



“We do not know if the so-called Little People are good or evil. This is, in a sense, something that surpasses our understanding and our definitions. We have lived with them since long, long ago—from a time before good and evil even existed, when people’s minds were still benighted. But the important thing is that, whether they are good or evil, light or shadow, whenever they begin to exert their power, a compensatory force comes into being. In my case,when I became an ‘agent’ of the so-called Little People, my daughter became something like an agent for those forces opposed to the Little People. In this way, the balance was maintained.”

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Light, Love and Honey

Paintbrush Warrior
The artist uses his magic to confront the forces of repression.
Using creativity to manifest a positive reality, the natural beauty of life rushes forth in the wake of the action.
This is not a whitewashing of an unpleasant situation,
but an actual transformation of society and culture through the act of creating a physical presentation
that speaks to a very deepest part of our collective soul.
The dark forces of mindless fascism that are running amok in our world today
terrorizing all of humanity in the guise of law and order can be undone by the power of the creative spirit
Artist: Mark Henson

Light, Love and Honey

I feel things deeply. I was born with deep empathy for others, human and non human, some would call it being a Empath. I try not to label myself too much I feel it can limit myself, I don't like boxes and labels. Here is some information regarding Empathy and our brains https://www.psychologytoday.com/blog/the-athletes-way/201310/the-neuroscience-empathy  It is true that feeling things deeply is a blessing and a curse. When you feel the pain, fear, sadness and anxiety of the world it can be overwhelming at times. I have even limited my intake of media and social media to help alleviate some of the weight, but I still feel it. It is in our collective, our collective trauma and fear. 

"A collective trauma is a traumatic psychological effect shared by a group of people of any size, up to and including an entire society. Traumatic events witnessed by an entire society can stir up collective sentiment, often resulting in a shift in that society's culture and mass actions." https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Collective_trauma

Being a deep feeler and feeling my own fear and sadness as well as everyone else's I look for peace, I look for inspiration. I find that inspiration through words, books, music, art, drum and dance. I write this Magical Musing as a tool for myself, a inspiration tool in hopes that others may perhaps be inspired as well. It is my release and my transformation of life's mud and dirt. Like the bees I transform the pollen into honey, Spiritual Honey. I produce this honey through my words, creations and actions. I feel that is my calling and my duty. I can't really explain something I have felt deep in my soul since I was a child. My Mother use to tell me "Joy you can't save the world." Even through my own life's devastating challenges this has not diminished, in fact it has increased in power and strength. I believe I am to share my honey and show others how to create their own honey. Creating our own honey can help heal the collective fear and trauma, one person at a time. To do our part in mending the collective, it starts with ourselves. 

With all of that said I leave you with some powerful words from a Amazing book I reference often, especially in times of turbulence. Infinite Love and Blessed Bee. We are all connected. 

Psychiatrist Viktor Frankl's memoir has riveted generations of readers with its descriptions of life in Nazi death camps and its lessons for spiritual survival. Between 1942 and 1945 Frankl labored in four different camps, including Auschwitz, while his parents, brother, and pregnant wife perished. Based on his own experience and the experiences of others he treated later in his practice, Frankl argues that we cannot avoid suffering but we can choose how to cope with it, find meaning in it, and move forward with renewed purpose.








In attempting this psychological presentation and a psycho pathological explanation of the typical characteristics of a concentration camp inmate, I may give the impression that the human being is completely and unavoidably influenced by his surroundings. (In this case the surroundings being the unique structure of camp life, which forced the prisoner to conform his conduct to a certain set pattern.) But what about human liberty? Is there no spiritual freedom in regard to behavior and reaction to any given surroundings? Is that theory true which would have us believe that man is no more than a product of many conditional and environmental factors – be they of a biological, psychological or sociological nature? Is man but an accidental product of these? Most important, do the prisoners’ reactions to the singular world of the concentration camp prove that man cannot escape the influences of his surroundings? Does man have no choice of action in the face of such circumstances? 

We can answer these questions from experience as well as on principle. The experiences of camp life show that man does have a choice of action. There were enough examples, often of a heroic nature, which proved that apathy could be overcome, irritability suppressed. Man can preserve a vestige of spiritual freedom, of independence of mind, even in such terrible conditions of psychic and physical stress. 

We who lived in concentration camps can remember the men who walked through the huts comforting others, giving away their last piece of bread. They may have been few in number, but they offer sufficient proof that everything can be taken from a man but one thing: the last of the human freedoms – to choose one’s attitude in any given set of circumstances, to choose one’s way. 

And there were always choices to make. Every day, every hour, offered the opportunity to make a decision, a decision which determined whether you would or would not submit to those powers which threatened to rob you of your very self, your inner freedom; which determined whether or not you would become the plaything of circumstance, renouncing freedom and dignity to become molded into the form of the typical inmate. 

Seen from this point of view, the mental reactions of the inmates of a concentration camp must seem more to us than the mere expression of certain physical and sociological conditions. Even though conditions such as lack of sleep, insufficient food and various mental stresses may suggest that the inmates were bound to react in certain ways, in the final analysis it becomes clear that the sort of person the prisoner became was the result of an inner decision, and not the result of camp influences alone. Fundamentally, therefore, any man can, even under such circumstances, decide what shall become of him – mentally and spiritually. He may retain his human dignity even in a concentration camp.

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Ultimately, man should not ask what the meaning of his life is, but rather must recognize that it is he who is asked. In a word, each man is questioned by life; and he can only answer to life by answering for his own life . . .

For the meaning of life differs from man to man, from day to day and from hour to hour. What matters, therefore, is not the meaning of life in general but rather the specific meaning of a person’s life at a given moment . . .

We can discover this meaning in life in three different ways: (1) by doing a deed; (2) by experiencing a value; and (3) by suffering . . .

Most men in a concentration camp believed that the real opportunities of life had passed. Yet, in reality, there was an opportunity and a challenge. One could make a victory of those experiences, turning life into an inner triumph, or one could ignore the challenge and simply vegetate, as did a majority of the prisoners . . .

What was really needed was a fundamental change in our attitude toward life. We had to learn ourselves and, furthermore, we had to teach the despairing men, that it did not really matter what we expected from life, but rather what life expected from us. We needed to stop asking about the meaning of life, and instead think of ourselves as those who were being questioned by life – daily and hourly. Our question must consist, not in talk and meditation, but in right action and in right conduct. Life ultimately means taking the responsibility to find the right answer to its problems and to fulfill the tasks which it constantly sets for each individual . . .

A man who becomes conscious of the responsibility he bears toward a human being who affectionately waits for him, or to an unfinished work, will never be able to throw away his life. He knows the “why” for his existence, and will be able to bear almost any “how.”

A thought transfixed me: for the first time in my life I saw the truth as it is set into song by so many poets, proclaimed as the final wisdom by so many thinkers. The truth – that love is the ultimate and the highest goal to which man can aspire . . .

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The Queen Bee and Queen Gaia, Worker Bees We Are

The Queen Bee and Queen Gaia (Earth), Worker Bees We Are

My personal interest in The Bees and their sacred meaning grows as I dig deeper into my research, writing and mediating on the bees. So much learning and unfolding, within and without, such wonderful little teachers. As my knowledge deepens, so do the the connections, the golden threads of existence that illuminate my way. I find myself chasing these threads, the bees guiding me to their honey, spiritual gold. I enjoy studying the correlations, the symbology, the way they conduct their business and life and ancient sacred practices. I find myself dreaming of bees at night, they fly in my night dreams and my daydreams. Buzzzzz, goes the rhythm of their wings, the rhythm of the All.

I came across the piece below. There is a connection between The Queen Bee and our Queen Gaia (Earth). Please read and peruse the art, and take a few moments to commune with our friends and teachers the bees. Blessed Bee

"There is one common misunderstanding about the inner operations of a honeybee colony that must dispel at the outset, namely that a colony is governed by a benevolent dictator, Her Majesty the Queen. The belief that a colony's coherence derives from an omniscient queen (or king) telling the workers what to do is centuries old, tracing back to Aristotle and persisting until modern times. But it is false. What is true is that colony's queen lies at the heart of the whole operation, for a honeybee colony is an immerse family consisting of the mother Queen and her thousands of progeny. It is also true that the many thousands of attentive daughters the workers of the mother queen are, ultimately, all striving to promote for her reproduction. Nevertheless, a conlony's queen is not the Royal Decider. Rather, she is the Royal Ovipsiter. Each summer day, she monotonously lays 1,500 or so eggs needed to maintain her colony's work-force. She is oblivious of her colony's ever-changing labor needs--for example, more comb builders here, fewer pollen forager there--to which the conlony's staff of workers bees steadily adapts itself. The only known dominion exercised by the queen is the suppression of rearing additional queens. She accomplishes this with glandular secretion, called "queen substance," that workers contacting her pick up on their antennae and distribute to all corners of the hive. In this way, these workers spread the word that their mother queen is alive and well, hence there is no need to rear a new queen. So the mother queen is not the workers' boss. Indeed, there is no all-knowing central planner supervising the thousands and thousands of worker bees in the colony. The work of a hive is instead governed collectively by the workers themselves, each one an alert individual making tours of inspection looking for things to do and acting on her own to serve the community. Living close together, connected by the network of their shared environment and a repertoire of signals for informing one another of urgent labor needs--for example, dances the direct foragers to flowers brimming with sweet nectar--the workers achieve and enviable harmony of labor without supervision." - Thomas D. Seeley 

Our Hive, Our Mother

Flower of Life, Aphrodite's Flower, Hive

Hive Consciousness, Hive Mind

Our Hive Communication

What are you communicating to the hive, is it supporting the hive's, Earth's, well being?

We have received the message that our Queen Gaia/Earth is ill, this message has been clear from the Bees themselves. What Would the Bees Do? WWBD

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 http://aphroditecalling.blogspot.com/2015/06/bee-unity.html

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 http://aphroditecalling.blogspot.com/2015/05/the-buzzing-of-bee-priestess.html

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http://aphroditecalling.blogspot.com/2015/08/born-of-water-cleansing-powerful.html

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http://aphroditecalling.blogspot.com/2015/07/the-magic-of-trees.html

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Facebook, Deactivate, Delete.

Facebook, Deactivate, Delete. 

The first time I heard about Facebook I was at a party out of state, around very beautiful women in the hills of California. I overheard a Canadian girl speaking of this thing called Facebook. I was intrigued and asked more about it, I went home from my trip and signed in and created Joy's Facebook page. I have had my Facebook account since the year 2007. My introduction to social media was in college with AOL, Yahoo and CompuServe chat rooms. I even met my husband online many years ago. I would say I am a avid internet and social media user, but through the years it has evolved and changed. My connection to others, the world and myself transformed because of social media and with social media's changes and evolution. The biggest changes and least appealing with myself have happened since I have been on Facebook. 

I have used Facebook in many ways, not just my personal profile, I have observed from several perspectives and through many years. My pages included a modeling page (I modeled under another identity), a personal business page (I created custom items) and a inspirational page (bringing women together). I have deleted all of those pages many years ago. I currently have deactivated my Makeup Artistry page and my personal page, I will call my personal page, my Joy page, my birth given name. I am deleting my Joy page, I am done with Facebook. A page that has a life of it's own, it has been a part of me for almost 9 years, 9 years of memories "bad" and "good," 9 years of connections, 9 years of my life, 9 years of Joy. 

Facebook use to be a place I connected with old friends, caught up with my friends lives, or if I saw a friend having a hard time I would reach out. I would look for inspiration, art and what I consider news. I shared what I thought would inspire, inform, help others and perhaps would make someone laugh. Something has changed, Facebook has changed, people have changed, I have changed. What use to be a place of connection is now a place of disconnection. Perhaps I was blind to a lot of it at first the positive aspects outweighing the negative, but the negative is outweighing the positive for me now. I have seen friendships end in one comment, nasty public divorces, murder, racism, sexism and the constant media bleed into Facebook sparking arguments and destroying friendships tearing our society further apart. The media controlling the puppet strings and mood swings of our newsfeed. Facebook use to be a friendship zone, a place of connection, but now disconnection. I know it is time to go. 

DSKNECTD Official Trailer 1 (2014) - Digital Communication Documentary HD

Watched this Amazing documentary the other day

One thing Facebook is good for if you are able to be truthful to yourself is self reflection. I would study my page and ask myself "What am I projecting into the world?" "How do others perceive me from what I have posted?" "Is that the way I want to be perceived?" "Is that making me happy or pleasing to me?" and "Is it helping others?" I have posted plenty of narcissistic selfies and self promotion, something at this point I am not as proud of. I know there are other reasons I posted self serving post and the biggest reason is connection. I desired and still desire a deep connection with others. I believe others want that as well, but have lost their way. I was disheartened when I realized most of the people on my friends list would prefer to "like" a photo of me then some thing I spent months on creating and shared to the world or something that came truly from the heart. People are more interested in my exterior than my interior. Facebook is just a shell, a mask, a book of masks.

I realize it is the user's responsibility as I am responsible for how I have used social media. What happens when the users are not cognizant of the system? If you are not cognizant of the system, the system uses you. Facebook does not care for it's users, it cares about advertising dollars, how information is distributed, what information is distributed and who it is distributed to. They censor what we post on our private pages, I have been reported for nude pieces of art from the 18th century. They have gone as far as perform psychological experiments on users unknown to the users themselves. They decide what information gets shared and to who, whose news feed you pop up in and what would be best to advertise to you. What you post is their property, Facebook controls Facebook and you if you allow.

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5 Crazy Ways Social Media Is Changing Your Brain Right Now

A few weeks ago, life had me in a tornado. Lots of changes were happening externally and internally. I decided it was best for me to stop, slow down and meditate. During my meditation I received the message "Tune out the static." I pondered on this and the first thing that came to mind was Facebook. Facebook is static in my life. I spend way to much time perusing my newsfeed, instead of tuning into my life. I would "like" a friend's photo, instead of having lunch with them and spending face to face time with them. I constantly had one eye on my phone looking for that blue light that told me I had a message waiting for me, instead of reading one the books I have been dying to read. I hit page refresh relentlessly after posting something, hoping someone would connect, instead of connecting with people directly.  I would go through several different emotional reactions scrolling my newsfeed from divorces, news and childbirths in one 20 seconds of a scroll I would be mad, sad, happy, mad, happy, sad...on an on. How is this healthy?

I have taken many Facebook hiatuses and found myself happier apart from the connection, but missed my online friends. I have been off Facebook for several weeks now, I could not be happier. I have found peace in the storm. I have found myself and opened up a new communication with myself. I have spent time connecting with my friends and my little family. I have slowed down and connected to everything around me. I feel huge changes within and with my attention span. I am taking a artist course, reading my favorite books, writing again, practicing my dance and drum everyday and focusing on my new makeup business. No static to distract.

I know I do not belong on Facebook now, I am deleting my account. I hope to stay in contact with many, but I know not being visible everyday I will not be on people's minds. I will become a ghost, I am killing my online personality, part of me. Joy's Facebook personality established in 2007 will be no longer. I look forward to deepening my connection with myself and my friends I dearly care for. I am excited to start a new chapter with my new business. I am happy to deepen my connection to dance and drum. I look forward to see what I create in my writing and with the Bees. To my new life Facebook/Static free!!!

Some Great Articles: 

How Facebook (FB) is Altering Your Mind

The Negative Effect of Social Media on Society and Individuals

Is Facebook Distorting Your View of the World?

Facebook Addiction - New Psychological Scale

Top 5 Negative Effects of Facebook on Us

How Facebook Ruins Friendships

You can't win that Facebook fight

Is Facebook Really a Playground for Narcissists?

Seeing Everyone Else's Highlight Reels: How Facebook Usage is Linked to Depressive Symptoms Read More: http://guilfordjournals.com/doi/abs/10.1521/jscp.2014.33.8.701

Facebook linked to depression among heavy users, new study finds

Cognitive control in media multitaskers

Facebook Addiction' Activates Same Brain Areas As Drugs; How Social Media Sites Hook You In

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For One Who Holds Power

FOR ONE WHO HOLDS POWER

May the gift of leadership awaken in you as a

vocation,

Keep you mindful of the providence that calls you to

serve.

As high over the mountains the eagle spreads its

wings,

May your perspective be larger than the view from

the foothills.

When the way is flat and dull in times of gray

endurance,

May your imagination continue to evoke horizons.

When thirst burns in times of drought,

May you be blessed to find the wells.

May you have the wisdom to read time clearly

And know when the seed of change will flourish.

In your heart may there be a sanctuary

For the stillness where clarity is born.

May your work be infused with passion and creativity

And have the wisdom to balance compassion and

challenge.

May your soul find the graciousness

To rise above the fester of small mediocrities.

May your power never become a shell

Wherein your heart would silently atrophy.

May you welcome your own vulnerability

As the ground where healing and truth join.

May integrity of soul be your first ideal.

The source that will guide and bless your work.

by John O’Donohue from his book, To Bless the Space Between Us

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The Magical Adventures in Belly Dancing Year One

The Magical Adventures in Belly Dancing Year One

I nervously walked into my first American Tribal Belly Dance Class a year ago. I completed the first series, awkwardly. My body did not move where I wanted or told it to, my feet tripped over the other and I did not "feel" the beat. I am in my late thirties and had not taken a dance class or music class in my life. I am a big fan of music, but I did not understand it's structure, even the basics, the rhythm, which I am now learning. I love dancing, moving my body to music, getting lost in movement in the emotion. Dancing is emotion, energy in motion. Dancing is magic and art. 

Now, a year later, here I am two months away from my first choreographed performance for a large party. I had the pleasure of improvisational belly dancing in front of a large amount of people many times and some smaller audiences too. I have been taking classes from a amazing teacher who is patient with my lack of knowledge and experience. I dance with a beautiful group of women. I am also learning to play the drums to help with my dancing and I found a new passion, drumming. 

Previous Post The Rhythm of The All

I am like a the fool in tarot, I am a beginner, open to learning, humble to the experience. When dancing I unite with the All and burst with Infinite Love. I have changed my mind, body and spirit in the process. Dancing has opened me up to myself. My body speaks to me. My hips and body carry information, it carries my history and every female and human before me. Some of this information and emotions I have buried and hid from myself. I am learning to release what no longer serves me through dance. I dance for all women, for all people, for the planet and for the All. Dancing is my ritual, prayer, and medicine. I wish everyone could experience the ecstatic pleasure and bliss that I feel when it is just me and the rhythm. Dance with me, come feel the magic.

Previous Post Dance With Me

This Dance Is A Prayer

 by Zola Dubnikova

This Dance is a prayer. A prayer for the Earth and therefore a prayer for the Women.

This is a call for the Women to know and believe in the Holiness of their Bodies, the Sacredness of their Dance and the Power of their Voice.

A prayer for all the women who do not express themselves, who hold themselves back. Who do not know that one power as Creators, as Healers, as Givers os Life.

My prayer is a prayer for Women.

Women who are not allowed to dance and sing or express themselves in any way.

A prayer for men who do not believe women should dance in public.

My dance is the Voice of the Women who are trapped in the life where they have no voice.

My prayer is for young girls who get sold into marriages at eight years old to old men and die in the hands of the culture that permit such atrocities, and continue and continue...

My prayer is for young girls who are sold to sex slavery and contract illness they didn't know existed.

My prayer is for theses girls who never had a chance to be girls.

My prayer is for the men who's unpunished violence and terror against Women and against Earth is permitted in this World.

My prayer is a dance for the Earth.
My prayer is a dance for Women.
My prayer is a calling for the women to Return to the Temple."

A prayer for all of the girls and women currently experiencing these horrific tragedies. 

http://www.nytimes.com/2015/08/14/world/middleeast/isis-enshrines-a-theology-of-rape.html

From Grandmother's Secrets: The Ancient Rituals and Healing Power of Belly Dancing by Rosina-Fawzia Al-Rawi 

Primitive peoples saw themselves as incarnations of the Great Mother's children; to them, there was no separation between the body and the world, inside and outside, this life and the next: all things were indissolubly united. The "self" was as yet undeveloped; a matriarchal holistic vision reigned. This harmonious relationship to the world can be traced through the early symbols, which in turn gave birth to myths and rituals.

Originally, all rituals were danced; body and mind were set in motion as unity. Through dancing, primitive peoples expressed their natural excitement and deep emotions.

Rituals and their particular dances strengthen the bonds between members of the community, expressed joy and pleasure, or praised life; but also it was through these dances that men and women tried to understand the mystery of life, nature--and above all, birth and death, the greatest mysteries of all. Rituals were therefore used as incantations to further growth on earth, to help the clouds break into rain, or to celebrate acts of fertility. 

In matriarchal horticultural and agricultural societies, women secured most of the basics for survival and held key social positions. It was also through women that the ecstatic dances were made into more social events.

A major characteristic of all matriarchal societies was dancing. Dance was more than a passing emotional outburst, beyond even expressive prayer: indeed dancing was the most magical practice of all. Dancing is the oldest and most elementary form of spiritual expression; it is magic in the form of ritual dance. All the other modes of expression that we have come to know by the name of Art have developed from dancing. 

The dances were used to strengthen sexual energy, to awaken joy, and to praise the mysteries of life. The women danced their dance, a dance that corresponded to their body and expressed all the moods and feelings, all their longings, sufferings, and joys of being a woman. Through their dance, the came into harmony with the universe, abandoning themselves to life and to the divine. What dance could express this more clearly and passionately than belly dance? It can indeed be considered the oldest dance ever by a woman, purely and simply the oldest dance in the whole of civilization.

Dancing expressed the longing to stretch beyond one's limitations and come closer to the divine. Prayer was all embracing in those days; people did not set any limitation on emotion on feelings as they prayed. The whole body shook with worship, and dance helped them open themselves completely.

It is a sensual instrument that wants to enjoy life in the here and now. By intensifying the moment, dancing facilitates the development and finding of the self beyond any anxieties about the future or burdens from the past. For life is connected with time. It is an active process which requires inner preparation in order to be able to face or bring about outside changes. Dancing, then intense moment of being, opens and reveals this instant to people, thereby giving them the possibility to understand their needs and desires, their "yes and no" with greater clarity.


Dancing has thus completed its transformation from the realm of the sacred to the aesthetic and artistic and back to a joyful, sensual and playful instrument for self discovery. The contents of dancing changed with each phase, always combining with people's immediate physical and spiritual needs. Indeed, the language of dance flows over the socially coded body, and it uses a different logic that can be understood through sensual awareness. Leaving oneself through dancing to enter a world beyond one's control and beyond the personal level- almost flowing between the inner and outer world-contributes to a new and different understanding of the tensions between the different poles of existence. By allowing the mind and the senses, the inside and the outside worlds, to unite, without ever allowing either to become dominant, dancing makes it possible for people to set out on unorthodox searches for themselves, and to experience sexual and social issues in their own bodies. Dance is an art and as such it enables whoever practices it to constantly improve their skills and self knowledge. And to know oneself is a human being's most essential duty.

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