Sunday, January 13, 2019

September Unraveling Reflection of 2018 Over the Humiliating Destruction of My Reality...

This blog I wrote back in September of 2018...but I failed to post it. All felt too raw and real and deep. After just a few short months of intense integration and shifting in my world - I am in such an incredible head space and heart space. It is the contents of this particular share which initiated me into a much deeper relationship with myself and with love. I am so grateful to have traversed this path. I hope my share might inspire you. <3

Warning: This blog is deeply personal and super raw. I'm sharing because this is what's REAL in the moment. Not for any other reason. Perhaps in my vulnerable share - you too will find the courage to be more fully you.......

I can hardly believe more than a half of a year has passed since blogging. It has been one of the most emotionally intense years of my life, as if blasting me through so many layers of unresolved karma and heart walls that I am here with still a quarter of the year left - gasping for air. For the first time in my life today I leaned into the the mental and emotionally draining space of the desire to dissolve completely into thin air. Yes, I wanted to disintegrate. The humiliation gripped me to my core. Life has taken me through the wringer the past few years especially, with a multitude of moves - including across state borders, several significant relationships dissolving, a serious health diagnosis for one of my children, work uncertainty, betrayals and emotionally abusive situations that could no longer endure. I have lived in single rooms, on a boat, in a tent, on other people's couches, in other people's rooms, in beach houses, in hotel rooms and in cars.

Emotionally, I am exhausted. Physically, I feel aged where I haven't in decades previous.

At the moment I am again "in-between" - feeling as if my entire former self is being eradicated. I don't know who I am becoming, where I am going to live, what my life is unfolding as in the here and near. What I have felt I have wanted both, at the same time, feels the furthest away it has ever felt AND the closest to ever manifesting. It is like being ripped down the center and finding that the pieces falling away are the ones which have ever kept the dreams from becoming a reality.

This is only my guess... my optimism trying to save me from the depths of depression...

I guess the dream-realization will have to come next in order for me to confirm such a statement. Although I sit here in the upper room of a friend's parents house's extra room, - that friend being someone who I have deep and strong love feelings for and  yet who finds himself in too complicated of a life situation to even notice if he feels the same...claiming he would rather remain friends. Claiming he in fact does NOT feel the same, nor does he want a relationship. It is one of those moments where I look back at the string of relationships past and both give thanks for the experiences of life AND at the same time, mourn all the time spent not with the one deep love that I wish I'd already found and was sharing my life with. Watching the kids grow with me. Enjoying the wonder of life and the moment, kissing, laughing, crying, falling asleep in the early morning hours after wildly making love all night and talking about the future. You know, that person who is your best friend who you know you can be any old way with and they won't judge you. That person who loves will love me no matter if I am crying in a pool of tears on the floor, or flying high in authentic bliss and success. That person.

I can't complain, I have two amazing boys. I love them more than my own life, and I guess, in a way I gave up my own life to have them with me. I don't regret that for a moment...however, when it comes to other people joining in my reality - [because I DO have a kids, my life, my "thing" - kind of already rolling, "put - together" in the best way a broken family with no home can be] ~ And when I say other people joining, I am referring to men "testing the water" with us...only to find that we are "too much," in one way or another. Too much for them that is. Not for us...for us we are just enough, always, with more room to grow the love, expand the creativity, know the experience. We are never too much in love, too much in kisses and hugs, too much in encouragement and support for each fact, I am not sure you can get too much of that.  But I get it, too much screaming sometimes, too many demands from the kids or myself, too many emotions - for the man who isn't comfortable with such a thing, but I least I have learned to be. Emotions are part of me, though I don't identify them AS me, I also do not restrict their presence in my life. I do cry, but sometimes not for years....not unless I feel unheard or unappreciated. Not unless I feel devalued and my heart feels jabbed or thrown around - these are the times the tears flow...they tell me that something is out of alignment, I am learning, that if it were "right" there would be not as much cause for the tears. Although I do see that when I am triggered, as I have been in this "relationship" - the tears flow because I see that I have deep wounds around rejection of love which get aggravated by any words which sound like "I reject your love" to me.

Sure, I am all about relationship alchemy. Those of you who know me and know my work can attest to this, where the relationship becomes the alchemical pot for transformation. Yes. This is true. Issues are called to the surface in alchemical union - whether union is acknowledged as "legitimately happening" or not - a perfect union will enact soul alchemy. The dross will be surfaced, pain will be felt - and the "job" of the relationship IS to see the alchemy at work and to support, with love and appreciation, this process. However, if both parties do not acknowledge the alchemy at play, and continue to work with the transmutative process which has begun through their joining, then the relationship will instead begin to look more and more abusive and eventually become totally so. This I have already experienced. . . this is not the place I want to be.

I want the mirror who wants to do the work with me. Who acknowledges that "falling in love" is a choice and a process to handle with great honor and care. I want the man who is up for that challenge, who is in it to win it and wants to jump off that incredible cliff with me - because he'd be a fool not to.  I guess I haven't met him yet. Or if I did, I didn't know it at the time, or he didn't.

What a journey, this life. Why so much uncertainty?

Isn't everybody just looking for love?

Why is that so hard to recognize?

Why am I starting to feel as though I won't find it again?

So many other things call to me - a house of my own, fulfillment in work, travel, the stability and happiness of my kids, the conscious evolution of the planet, etc. I am happy to see that my oldest is finally back in school and loving it. That is seriously a miracle manifest. Just this one thing alone could dare to cancel out all of my know that he is, for once in a long time, happy. My heart soars at this knowing. I am so grateful. This past few years with him has been some of the most difficult moments of my life.

And now I am here. I suppose I am always seeing myself as if I am the main character in a movie...and that of course, the other main single good-looking man in the scene with me is going to fall in love with me, and I with him - of course. I see myself as the star. I know all my quirks and qualities and I am in deep love with myself. I have no complaints. I think I am amazing 100%...and the weird part is that the other men who show up cast in the scenes with me, they don't always see me...or see it. They are busy judging themselves on the casting. Or they are projecting on me, some past woman who they have as yet, unresolved emotions towards. So frustrating.

Have I cast myself in the wrong movie?

What is the point of this journey if not to love and love deeply?

Why does it seem like so many people are just acting like deep love is important, but actually trying to skip it all together.? I mean, I get it, self-love is crucial first. before you can truly love another, you must love yourself....but maybe it is because I never really had an issue with that one. Until maybe today. Today I wanted to hide, to dissolve, to disappear. The humiliation in knowing that the man I am with does not want me, does not feel that way for me...but I am "stuck" at his dad's house for several more days due to "nowhere else to go" and his invitation for me to come - which I stupidly misconstrued for him actually wanting me to be here because I am delusional in love, and instead he just wanted to help me - one friend to another - Well...the truth hurts. It is true. It does hurt when it doesn't fit the longing of your heart....the risk you thought you took for the realization of potential love and happiness.

Not to mention, as a single mother, there is no greater wish than to find that one perfectly awesome man who not only loves you to the moon, but also falls in love with your kiddos and wants you all to be his new life. So whenever that dream doesn't realize (yet again) it is a major downer. "Life's a Bitch" must have been first said by a single mother on about her 12th failed man post-babydaddy.

My heart hurts to the core. Why does he have to make me feel stupid and like a burden for loving him so? Shouldn't he be so lucky? Of course he should, but he isn't...and now the blame falls back on me for being such an idiot in the first place for falling for a man who was so obviously emotionally unavailable from day one.

Here I am - in I don't know land...and I don't honestly have a fucking clue what I am doing...and yet, the sun sets and will rise again tomorrow, two days closer to the next unknown thing in my life. And something will move. It has to...though it may be my ass in a tent in a friends yard...I know that something, somewhere, somehow, something must give the next part of this thing.

In the meantime, I am crying all the tears that need to be cried...even though I look like a burden and a bother and "too much" to some. I will cry them because if I try and keep them in I will drown in them. And I will move on, once again, beyond this man who I have managed to fall in love with despite his lack to fully meet me heart to heart....despite the fact that when we make love he usually doesn't look at me...and I often wonder if he is thinking of someone else instead...and I keep loving him and holding him and making love to him anyway because even though this whole story sounds like I don't love myself very much that I would involve myself in such an obvious rejection story...the fact is that I love myself so much, that the hurt I feel and the tears I cry really reflect the hurt this man feels too...that I feel when I am with him, and the tears are both my tears AND his tears - uncried. I cry them because he cannot or will not and because I can, and I will....and how do I know this? I know because my love for him does not waiver even though he says all the mean things to me to get me to go away. My love doesn't waiver although he claims not to love me. And best of all, my love of myself never goes into question despite his lack of love for me, despite his telling me that I am a bother and a burden and too much.....because I actually do feel his love for me.

I do feel it - past the words which contradict.

And although today I wanted to disappear into oblivion...I was okay feeling that way because I know that isn't really how I was just the feeling of the day, of the moment, and maybe he has felt it...and because I love - I feel it. And I am willing to feel it - for him, for myself, as a human, as a woman, as a lover....even alone. And I would feel it again and again if only just to love.

And here is where my story is both demented and beautiful....for I know that no matter if I never find the one who will stay and love me and my kids and bring me flowers and call me love - even if I never meet him and if I never have that "happy family" .... I have glimpsed it in the arms of this man, and in the moments we have shared. I have tasted it - even if he denies its existence... and I suppose I have tasted it in thousands of different ways with men over the years. And if I piece them all together in my memory, well, there is something close to wholeness there. Is that pathetic ? Or beautiful - like the Japanese pot art whose beauty depends on the broken pieces glued back together?

Going forward...well, I leap out into the unknown, knowing that there must be a destiny for me. I trust  - one with heart. I trust that life is only preparing me for the best next I have ever seen...and that all my loving here, though unreceived, will somehow and somewhere find a place to be appreciated and built upon. And....within all of this longing for love and not receiving it - I am learning how to be a friend, if I can...if I can surrender my own heart for what wants to grow. He says he wants a friend. I have always struggled with this one - being friends with someone you have loved who won't meet you in the same heart of love. Few make it beyond the sexual intimacy of "not-quite love" into true friendship - but some do.

Why did I have sex with him in the first place?.... Call me crazy, because I too crave physical intimacy. Why did I continue to have sex with him? ... Because I fell in love with his every touch, with the way we feel when we come together, with the dream of falling deeper into each other and knowing God there. I kept having sex with him because, perhaps as a woman, or at least this woman, my heart wouldn't let me stop...even though it would have given me a greater protection ... but protection from what? The deeper love....and this is what is confusing to me about those who keep having sex with someone over a period of time but claim to to not feel love. How can it be? When something so deeply intimate as sex keeps occurring, bonding happens. It is bound to. Protection from love is denial of experience....for every human being is loving at the core... it is only our decision if we choose to open to it or shun it.

C'est la vie

That's life - the love and the longing for it. The loss of love or the blocking of it. It's all about love....just how far are you willing to go?

For me. I'll just be awaiting the flowers. And the words that tell me he is never going to go.

Even if I have to wait forever....I am THAT endlessly romantic.

And so, my story continues, with one more story to add to the pile. And though the universe DID, without a doubt in my mind, conspire to bring us together...staying together is a choice two people have to make. And for now, it looks like this train is getting ready to roll out.

Tuesday, February 20, 2018

The Great and Deep Beginning of 2018

It's been quite a year already. It is only February of 2018 and I am deeply feeling the powerful transformative quality of this year in full effect.

I started this year flat on my face. Literally.

I started a new back tattoo the day after Christmas, which had been a long time coming. In fact, all of 2017 I heard it talking to me from the great beyond...the place where I believe we birth our tattoos from, whether we realize it or not. Call it the Cosmic it inspiration or empowerment's initiatory frequencies, that place where somewhere within us we know that we must integrate a certain quality or aspect...and so it must be that we burn it into our skin for remembrance. I actually believe that tattooing is more a process of uncovering rather than actual burning...that the tattoos we get are actually already there, on our ethereal form, just waiting the process of uncovering. So new tat started speaking in early 2017. It was a hawk...I heard her mother's maiden name (spelled Haack) which I knew wanted to be integrated somehow in me...especially after my grandmother had made her passing into the great beyond.

But it wasn't complete yet.

The tattoo could not begin until more pieces were known, and it wasn't until my 44th birthday was fast approaching in December of 2017 that the tattoo became louder in my mind and awareness. The Hawk was to be dropping DNA spirals...mirroring and helping me to literally become the work I had been doing the last 3 years...that of unraveling gifts in the DNA and helping others to access their soul purpose - their authentic nature - beyond lifetimes of programming and patterns. I saw the DNA spiral would unfold to become the Cosmic Serpent, the great Kundalini force which informs our physical bodies of Life energy - Chi - Prana - Cosmic Breath. It is the energy I had worked with since first going to India years ago...that of the great Awakening we all will experience at one point or another on this journey. It was to be initialed on my skin...and so I proceeded to find the artist.

Due to happenings of late fall and early winter, I had taken notice of the tattoo parlor just down the road from my home. Studio 72. I walked in and found Ian, the artist who would begin the journey with me. After explaining the tattoo and its significance to me he got to work on the sketch...but after the first review it became clear that this tattoo was not just to cover my right shoulder blade as I had previously imagined. No. This was to be much bigger. More significant. The snake could not be taking a small, side role to the bird. The serpent was the result of the ancestral was the main part of the piece...I knew it. So, therefore - I accepted that this tattoo was to cover the majority of my back.

Come Christmas I was ready...I had just made it through my 44th birthday on the Solstice and the powerful downloads which came in that day. It felt like a Cosmic birthday party where the frequencies were just about as intensely powerful and clear as I had ever in my life felt them. Reality was on fire with new beginnings. Following my birthday I had an intense bodywork session which took me deep into cellular release and memory I needed to access prior to the tattoo, which was already delayed a week - to perfect timing.

December 26th it began. I walked in knowing my tattoo artist and I had met in this way in other lifetimes, that he had been my shaman initiating me before. All was synchronistic.
Hours of initiation went forward...carving in the hawk and the outline of the serpent.

In the weeks that would spell recovery from this work I faced the most intense quality flu-like experience of my life. I was deeply in physical aches and chills, fevers and expulsions I had never known. The cleansing seemed to go much deeper than one would anticipate. Rather than pushing off the next part of the tattoo, I decided to go ahead with the second session just a day after feeling back on top of my body health...and when I got into the studio my stomach twisted. I dry-heaved in the bathroom with nervous fear about the next portion of this work. I knew my life was about to get more real than ever. I had been dreaming Ayuhuasca ceremonies all week as well as receiving the entire tattoo in dream after dream. and now it was time for the actual 3-D imprinting.

Phase 2 of the tattoo was the most intense mental work of my life. Keeping my mind and body on track with the unveiling was a full time job. All four hours I spent in my mind, monitoring every thought form to stay within the lines of the initiation and revealing at work. I was exhausted afterwards and upon getting home I spent my 5th week face down on the bed in "recovery/integration."

It is now the third week of February coming on...this last week was clearly a pivotal moment in time.  After sitting in the fog of re-calibration for so many weeks, I can finally start to see signs of the new work I am being asked to do. I am pushed beyond my normal venture into the unknown this time. I have been asked by the still spaces within to simply allow the process, to not rush it, to let my body go through the changes and upgrades so that I can truly know what I am being asked to do...and I am starting to get the downloads.

This is beyond anything I have ever experienced.

For all of the 20+years I have been on this Awakening Journey, this is the first time I am certain we are moving swiftly and making ground. The work is no longer taking place mostly in the unseen. This world is ready, and the effects of hundreds of thousands of woke folks are now seeping into the collective. I am aware that my thoughts and actions have deeper, lasting effects in the world around me. I can see the dross of lifetimes of stuckness, passed down through generations, now flooding out of the collective subconscious and across the fields of the seen. We are in the great purge. But at the same time - the leaders of the new world are being cultivated, groomed, downloaded and readied for the time when we must step forward and brave the territory that is soon becoming our own. Mother Earth has called us. We have answered.

Personally, I am feeling a gathering of men, of priestess sisters. I am feeling the children in their remembrance and asking us to stop perpetuating the old. I am dropping away from patterns of before. I am feeling the years of preparation drop into my cells as foundational wisdoms, but knowing NOW to be the time where the curtains are drawn on the new. It is time to shine. The education and experiences we have had in the past are now the backdrop to our new lives. These things have informed us, but now we must act.

An organization is happening across the land. A new soundtrack is humming in the backdrop preparing to take over the skies with the most intensely beautiful reminiscent music of the spheres...of the heavens...of remembrance. Unions are happening which are turning great keys, doorways are opening to the great beyond. Buckets are overflowing and those who have "had" in the past are suddenly turning to fill the buckets of those who had not.

It is the most thrilling and demanding of times to be alive. There is no turning back, no hiding, no denying - for to deny is to step back through the veils which would most probably lead to dis-incarnating. Others are leaving too though, and by help ease the transition, I believe. Many of them are the innocent ones, or the ones who have held the old structure thick in their body cells - and it is now ready to shift...and so their presence here must also shift. For when one crosses over, the essence and knowing they accumulated in their lifetime is released into the whole.

We are on the bridge to tomorrow. It is paved with the Intentions of Original Purpose dripping from the eyes and lips of the Awakened Ones. It is time.

<3 Stasia Bliss

Wednesday, March 1, 2017

The Yoga of Pancakes

Before Yoga – Eat Pancakes; After Yoga – Eat Pancakes

Fluffy pancakes dripping with warm, real, grass-fed, hormone-free cow butter and delicious pure maple syrup. Yes, that's right, pancakes. Not gluten-free, not dairy-free, not egg or sugar-free, just pure, fluffy, the way grandma used to make 'em pancakes, stacked to the hilt on a plate in front of you with a glorious cup of Joe and some fruit. I don't care which fruit you choose: bananas (cause you can get em year round), strawberries, blueberries fresh or frozen. Hey, maybe you are a chocolate chip pancake fan, or chia and cinnamon. How ever you stack it, I am going to show you how you can practice yoga while enjoying a hearty stack of flapjacks right now. Shanti Om.

Everyone thinks yoga is a bunch of body-twisting postures which contort your form into strange positions for the purpose of both fitness and enlightenment. And though this is true, to an extent, yoga is truly so much more. It is more correct to say that yoga is a state of mind, and you can practice that state of mind in any situation, at any time. In fact, the more you can practice in random, mundane situations, the better of a yogi you become.

I choose the yoga of pancakes to illustrate the fact that yoga is not a strict dogma of practices which limit, but is instead a mindset, which when implemented in its fullest, liberates.

Before ever practicing and embodying yoga, one might sit down to eat a stack of fluffy pancakes and enjoy them with very little thought. Maybe even while watching television or reading the daily paper, maybe with the companionship of Aunt Jamima or Mrs Butterworth.

As yoga is brought into one's life, the experience of eating pancakes begins to change. It starts with a deeper awareness of the body and its relationship to the foods one is consuming. Perhaps one newer to the practice of yoga may suddenly decide that they don't jive with fake syrup, or that wheat flour pancakes are preferred. Later, as the practice deepens, gluten-free might come into play and an awareness of butter – real or not – starts to matter. Perhaps there comes a time when the yoga practitioner is not feeling the pancake vibe at all and instead feels the need to eat lighter, fresher or more “crunchy” foods.

All of these shifts reflect the refinement process in the mind of the yogi.

As consciousness begins to truly take a seat in the awareness of the yogi an equilibrium takes hold which is less and less affected by outside circumstances and input. 
Instead, the yogi starts to influence his or her surroundings, and those things which are consumed are likewise transmuted through the alchemical field created by the yogic mind. 

Now, pancakes become once again pancakes, as enjoyed in the beginning, but now somehow enhanced by the observing mind. The yogi now participates fully in the act of eating and with every bite the witness mind engages, transforming the act of eating pancakes (or doing anything else, for that matter) into a yogic practice and a holy moment.

The yoga of pancakes is not unlike the yoga of parenting or the yoga of bike-riding. It is synonymous with bhakti yoga, karma yoga and mantra yoga. The yoga of anything or anything yoga is the conscious doing of a thing, anything, which brings you into a deeper experience with that thing. It is the allowing of any moment, of any task, of any engagement to become the gateway to the eternal holy moment of presence. With awareness, everything becomes yoga – be it dish-washing, child-rearing, sun-salutations, mantra or pancakes.

When a yogi eats fluffy pancakes dripping with warm, real, grass-fed, hormone-free butter and pure maple syrup, they do so with consciousness and presence, allowing them to over-ride all else. A pancake eaten yogically is a pancake fully surrendered to, with no preconceived notions, no limitations, no expectations and no labels. It is an occasion to experience the god-self through the filling of the senses...a pratyahara moment which gives way to a pancake meditation and a transcendent experience that defies even the pancake.

So if you love pancakes and you think eating them can't align with your yoga, or you are a yogi and you think you have to give up pancakes, or anything really, just remember this. Yoga is a state of mind. States of mind are stronger and more potent than any physical object or experience. It is the way you choose to respond to an experience or thing that determines the quality of that experience or thing. The Yoga of Pancakes can be applied to every moment and every act. It is the ghee in the supermarket of choices. Get clear. Eat pancakes, do everything, like a yogi.

Namaste Friends.

May Bliss Be in Your House Today - As it is in Mine.

Stasia Bliss

Tuesday, February 21, 2017

The Journey to Diabetes with my Son and Beyond it...

Two months ago, my son and I ended up in the emergency room with a type 1 diabetes diagnosis for him after watching him struggle with some curious symptoms for weeks. My father was with us as we tried to talk my oldest boy into gracefully accepting the pin-prick which has now become a regular, multiple times per day practice. What seemed overwhelming and tragic to us then has become one of the biggest miracles of our lives, while at the same time becoming both frustrating and "tragic" in a different sense - as we look out into the world and at the tens of thousands of other children and adults alike handed this same diagnosis yearly without hope of another solution.

Some of you have been following the progress of my son Tage and his healthy "recovery" (is how I deem it) from not only a diabetes diagnosis, but from a life of built-up emotional stressors and lifestyle habits which were not supporting his authentic brilliance. Over the past 2 months as we have gone from insulin shots at every meal and bedtime, to no shots at all while he consumes only raw, whole foods. The process has not only been incredible for his body in terms of health, but for his character, his mind and his emotional well-being.

Nobody ever said it was going to be easy, but this has been one of the most rewarding several months of my life. I have repeatedly deemed it my "Master's course" as I have had the opportunity to put everything I have ever learned about health, emotional well-being and natural medicine into play. This has truly been my test of the integration process, if ever there was one. 

When I look back over the past 20 years of my life and all the health practices I have studied and been engaged in, I marvel at their application, together, in times of "crisis" and chronic-overload, NOW with my son in this process of healing.

My Early Studies

I started my studies by attending massage therapy school in Salt Lake City back in 1997 while still living close to home. I then branched out into acupressure and got my degree as a Master of Gi-jo acupressure, a technique I have come back to over and over again with great delight. 

I then studied essential oils at the Australasian college of herbal studies where I deepened my love and appreciation of distilled oils. After that, I continued my studies a The School of Natural Healing in Springville, Utah in 1998 and 1999 and received my Certificate as a Nutritional Herbologist. In this school I learned about detoxification of the organs and body tissues and the crucial role this plays in helping us heal. I learned to create herbal formulas and became intimately familiar with individual herbs and their application. At the time I was working as a Wellness Consultant at a local health food store and daily worked to improve my knowledge in regards to herbs and every other supplement I was confronted with. I was hell-bent on "knowing everything" when it came to products I might be potentially quizzed about. 

Travels Abroad

From there, in the year 2000 I left the country and spent a year traveling through SE Asia, being exposed to and studying much in the way of alternative medicine, Ayurveda and yoga. I returned home and self-studied in the art of Astrology, Crystal healing, the Mayan Calendar for over a year and learned to track my body's emotional cycles and menstrual cycles so I could become healthier - both in myself and in my relationships. I spent several years growing my own herbal garden and harvesting my own herbs, making tinctures and whatnots. I utilized affirmations, got creative in the kitchen and stretched my wings into cooking up homemade tempeh, kombucha and other fermented products.

I returned again to India in 2003 for 6 months and studied Kundalini yoga and Tai Chi privately with a Yogic Master. After daily practice I returned home to teach Kundalini yoga and meditation for several years. This time had me practicing Hot yoga regularly as well as teaching other styles until I felt drawn back to India to study yoga more in-depth. So I left and spent another 4 months (plus 2 months)in 2005 in an Ashram for a Yogic Lifestyle immersion course where I was chanting, meditating, stretching and studying daily - and fully immersed in the ways and philosophy of Hatha Yoga.

Motherhood began

I returned home to teach yoga for the next 10-12 years even during the time when I gave birth to my first son - Tage - who this story is ultimately about. I remember teaching upwards to 5-6 classes per day during my gestation period with him. I taught every style including the Yoga Nidra practice I had grown to love so much while in India. This practice helps to clear out the subconscious mind of deep rooted patterns and I knew it was good for him as a growing fetus, so I used to listen in headphones while I grew him in my belly. We continued the practice every night after he was born until he was at least 3 years old. 

Around that age, I started to teach less, completed my first book, and began a raw chocolate company while I studied the art of internal alchemy through my newly found mentor Almine. ( I took on many more yoga classes and private students while I also grew my chocolate business as one which emphasized the use of raw, superfood ingredients, essential oils and high vibrational energies such as sacred geometry, crystals and mantra/chants - all of which we used over the chocolate in its creation.

Tage grew up on my raw chocolate, and he had eaten pretty well all of his early years. He even had his own garden patch where he grew and harvested his own vegetables. Looking back at the time with his dad, he had a great environment, ate healthy and was not exposed to much television or sweets. I got into feng shui, among other things, and had been studying the Anastasia books about how to create gardens which especially nourished the ones who would eat the foods by putting the seeds in your mouth before planting. Tage did that for his own garden as well. 

It was probably one of the healthiest environments he could have been raised in. My ego got in the way when his dad accused me of not being responsible or "pulling my weight" when the thought seemed outrageous to me in every sense. He did not want to get married and he never wanted to have more children, and so I thought, after spending time away from each other one weekend, and both agreeing we liked ourselves better apart, we separated.

I believe this is where the traumas began for Tage. It was very difficult for him, especially as a very grounded Taurus personality, to transition to a space where he was not with both parents. It was difficult for me too. I didn't have a home, and ended up staying with friends. Tage and I slept on a bottom bunk together on a single mattress for part of the week, and then on a recliner loveseat during the weekend when my friends who were letting us stay had their kids weekend visit (when Tage wasn't with his dad).

From there we got a housesitting gig for a year and Tage experienced me going through several relationships with men who I think he adored very much, and who adored him. When it didn't work out, he felt abandoned. I did my best to keep spirits high, and I remember, at age 4, Tage was very tuned into Spirit and used to "channel" messages for me often.

When Tage was 5 I met a man who would become my second boy's father. At first Tage and he were very close, best buddies even. But as that relationship progressed (or digressed?!) Tage was continually hurt by his disappearance and by my sadness over the continued failure of the relationship. This is where I believe Tage started to stress-out. His self-confidence waned and he was uncertain anymore how to trust me and my choices for him.

He hated public school and felt it was making him "lose himself" I remember him saying. He used to hide and try to miss the school bus and cried for hours about having to go. I wasn't sure how to not make him go, what I would do - and I tried a few home-schooling creative possibilities, including having him go to a friend of mine who was trying to start an alternative school with some other boys several days per week. 

We moved a bunch. With my younger son's father we ended up leaving Oregon and returning multiple times. It was an emotional roller coaster. Tage was missing his father and stability. He was starting to eat junkier, and watch more t.v. With the popularity of the tablet, he finally got into video games, which took him further and further away from his emotions, which were getting progressively stuffed. He was stressed out, eating poorly and I was trying my best to keep our little family impossible as it seemed.

I became a certified Emotion Code practitioner during one of the spells where my partner and I were separated. I thought it would help all of us to work on the subconscious mind, and for me, I felt great strides were made. Maybe if I had worked on Tage more then...of course it never helps to have regrets.

After his brother's 3rd birthday, Tage was pretty deeply taken to constantly stressing-out and having incredible, uncontrollable outbursts. I knew something was deeply wrong, he needed a therapist, he wouldn't go to school. I was at an end of my rope. I was considering having him live with my parents because I just couldn't communicate with him. He was being deceptive, he was unhealthy, he was defiant. I was so frustrated.

I finally broke up with my youngest's dad for good. I knew it was bad for all of us for me to be with him. Even though I wanted my youngest to have his father, for all intents and purposes, it was bad news. He wasn't supporting us, emotionally or financially, and it bordered on abusive, otherwise. Tage had begged me to break up with him for years. He never wanted me to let him back...when I had so many times. I should have listened, but I just wanted a whole family. Tage suffered for my choices.

After we finally moved out of our joint living situation in November of 2016 Tage suddenly got sick. He had rashes, he felt feverish, He was emotional. I considered it an emotional release from the years he had put up with being around his step-father. (and it probably was that as well) I felt he felt that he finally had a safe place to emote. We were staying with my parents temporarily. I wanted to leave the state, and had intended to go to Arizona to check out places to potentially move, come the new year. I was going to leave Tage with my parents over the holidays while I took a trip. They seemed okay with it. Except he wasn't getting better. I was getting more worried. 

A week or so before planning to depart, I had a Cards of Destiny reading with a dear sister who asked me for a trade. She felt compelled to talk to me. I had coincidentally lost my voice that week, but we did a call anyway. I listened intently while she read my cards. She spelled out my last year to a tee.!!
And when it came to the impending next "pull" - the cards basically warned that a trip could be dangerous...possible car trouble, it said...possible family health issues.

I couldn't leave with this sort of reading...and within a few days, my car was in the shop with a blown hose. This hose turned out to only be one of many problems which finally became more than the car was even worth and I left the car at the shop for them to keep. 

On December 17th it was 2 days before Tage was supposed to fly to Portland to visit his dad and family for the holidays. He was beyond excited, but still not improving from weeks of being sick. He was starting to obviously lose weight and he had been up every night urinating 10 times, and 20 or more times during the day. He was incessantly thirsty and I knew I had to get him checked out before he flew.

My mother was a bit worried, we finally exchanged words and she expressed how the symptoms he was showing were all too familiar of those in her family who had diabetes. Oh my...I looked into it. Though I had been questioning Scarlet Fever and others which had popped up when I Googled his symptoms, now that I was looking at Diabetes, it looked all too possible.

Finally, on Saturday afternoon of the 17th we drove with my father (I was carless) to the only Natropath I could find open on that day in the city. After wading through the cold and some snow in the parking lot, with Tage acting weaker and weaker, we got him inside and onto a check-up table. The Natropaths on staff took one look at him and heard my descriptions and had a suspicious look. They asked Tage sweetly if he could get himself to pee in a cup, and after doing so, and looking at the test strip, they sent us right to Primary Children's Hospital without delay.

The rest of the story is history... but when I think back to the hospital room where we spent several nights being "trained" on "how to live with type 1 diabetes" - I shake my head. At least one new child is diagnosed in that hospital daily with type 1 - they told us. At least one per day?

After several weeks at home with insulin shots, and feeding him, what I knew to be too much protein, we finally stumbled onto Dr Robert Morse who recommends fruits only for diabetics to get their blood sugars leveled. After one meal of fruit, I had to back his insulin back and then again the next meal. I reduced it one unit that night, his numbers were so low, and by the next night he was off insulin all together.

No one in the hospital spoke of this.

We got him on herbal formulas for his those I had studied years ago - for the Pancreas, for the Kidneys, for the Lymph, for the Adrenals, ...etc. etc. . . He was drinking Nopal Cactus for balancing blood sugars and Marine Phytoplankton for nutrients. 

I got him a gemstone necklace to help him amplify the benefits of the herbs and to speed healing, as I had studied with crystals after a friend had made him a bracelet to support his organs. We used essential oils on his feet and massaged his acu-points and I had been trained as well. He started with affirmations and yoga and visualizing his organs and glands healthy and strong. - This too, from my years in practice.

Truly, when we talk about "yoga practice" or "practicing herbal medicine" or any other "practice" ...we are practicing for times like this - times when we are needed to take action and integrate all we have learned to really "move the energy" of a thing - and make a difference. It is no longer a theory to me or a study...we are in real-time making progress.

The number of layers I have worked with him in clearing - on the subconscious mind level - is incredible. I had no idea someone so young could have so much unprocessed stuff. It has made me very emotional at times to go through layer after layer and realize there was much more to do. These are the things modern medicine doesn't even address. He had trapped emotions affecting every one of the major organs involved - including Pancreas, Adrenals, Lymph, Kidneys (right and left), the stomach, the colon, the thymus gland and more. I have spent weeks unpeeling the layers and recently I have uncovered miasms and other "trip ups" in his DNA and luckily this is another area of study I have well versed myself in - and I am helping his codes rewrite themselves.

Finally, after a month of raw fruit - which was a definite body-cleanse - I was starting to see that he had leveled out still a bit over the desired fasting blood sugar (FBS) range - which we wanted to be between 70-85. Some mornings he was still waking at 119 FBS. Even though 100-125 is still normal-ish for after eating, I knew we needed to make a change. I could feel it in my heart for several days. 

I started to feel a pounding in my chest that would not go away, plus we had a scheduled doctor visit at the hospital coming up and I wanted to bring great results for. 

That day, I received a book in the mail from a dear friend of mine I used to eat amazing raw food with in Portland. She now lives in Austin, TX (thank you Tashi Rana). The book is by Gabriel Cousens - "There is a Cure for Diabetes" and it outlines a live, raw food diet consisting mostly of vegetables, nuts, oils and seeds and showed people getting their FBS down to 70-85 within a couple of days on the diet. I was ready...but I could feel the "paradigm shift" in my body. It was exactly opposite of what we were currently doing, even though I felt it right, there was a sense of conflict in me I didn't know how to handle. I decided to just be with it and see what would happen.

I let it sit, I let it settle, and when I thought I would know when it was time to use the new diet...Tage got up late and told me he felt weird. I responded with a bowl of nut butter and celery sticks. His eyes widened. He couldn't believe he was being offered this. !! The excitement, the uncertainty. "Are you sure mom?" He had become so compliant, feeling he was getting better. I assured him and began to tell him of the new diet he was going to go on. I let him know all the new things he would get to eat. He was thrilled. 

The next day we did a vegetable juice and a spinach salad early on. I have never seen a kid so happy to eat spinach! By the next day we were leaning into the diet's 1.5 phase which allowed for some grains and low-glycemic fruits. He got cooked quinoa. He was the happiest little camper I have ever seen eating that quinoa with coconut oil on it. I don't think he ever liked quinoa before.

Today, 3 days into the new diet, he is leveled out at a FBS of 70 and a daytime blood sugar around 95-105. It is working. Just as fast as they said. I couldn't be more grateful as we have only 4 days until our doctors visit. 

I have tracked everything. Every bite, every test, every herb, every massage and foot bath and affirmation. Everything. But what I can't help but think of is those other kids at the hospital that day and every other day since...who were not/are not (yet) as lucky as my son...who still could have their life transformed if they only knew. If they could only have a simple protocol given to them that did not allow them to "eat anything they wanted" as the hospital staff says.  They tell you - eat what you want "as long as you shoot up your insulin"...that artificial hormone which disallows for the body to make it itself when given from the outside...but which could be encouraged to produce again if the body were given the chance to heal...if it had the right herbs and foods and attitude and support.

This is the story I want to tell...that I am telling. These are the tales which inspire the story that must be told. The truth is out there. It is right here. It is not hidden, just not known so well. And it works. Our bodies are made to heal. If given the right atmosphere, the right support, the belief and motivation.

I can't help but think back to a friend of mine, who, before leaving to study yoga in India, was diagnosed with terminal colon cancer and given 2 months to live. He refused to be operated on, as they said they could, but it likely wouldn't help. He instead surrounded himself with those who believed in his ability to heal, he ate incredible food, used crystals, meditated, visualized and experienced his emotions. Most of all, he believed he could heal, that he was already whole. And today...over 10 years later, he is still alive and cancer-free.

I am grateful to be walking this journey with my son. Who knows, maybe this is preparing me/us for something bigger. As I look back over our life, over my life - I can see how it was all perfectly orchestrated to bring us here have this experience, to heal grow. 

The nights that we have sat awake crying together, doing Ho'oponopono together - releasing our past and loving each other. The nights my boys have cried for their daddy's and I have cried with them...the healing, the love, the depth, the embrace. If we can only see "disease" as a catalyst for this...then we have won. 

That is all for now...thank you for being on the journey.

And I hope Bliss is in your house, as it is in mine.

Stasia Bliss

Tuesday, December 27, 2016

Thrones in tact...How to "Go After" a Queen when you are a King

We are in a time when there are many queens without their kings and kings without their queens. Perhaps it had to be such for the recent cycle to play itself out and crush the various paradigms without dragging dysfunction into the new. But now we have turned the corner and left the past behind us. 2016 has been ubiquitous with endings and completion cycles bringing most of us to the point of near destruction, teetering on the brink of "can't do it anymore" but with awareness of initiation in progress

So now we come to a new era, one where kings and queens of conscious persuasion ought find one another for both mutual bliss and collective portal opening of a new world.

It is true that when two come together in conscious loving partnership their combined sacred union not only elevates the two, but the entire globe... and I dare say, Universe.

In fact, I do believe that it is in the unification of the forces of love found in two people agreeing to dive in and intermingle their conscious lives with care, that the "many" are elevated through their combined alchemy to the next level of existence.

And so...this blog is to the Kings out there...who have perhaps glimpsed a Queen...and know she is a Queen...and she suspects you are a King...and their may be flirtation, or mutual interest displayed...and yet it seems the "game" stalls out there - and it doesn't seem to go anywhere, either for fear, or distance or an over-indulgence in one's own personal path (which is brilliantly blossoming, I might add, in most lives of true conscious kings and queens - as it should be)...and therefore the two miss the grandiose explosion of what their coming together could benefit them...and so too does the collective miss the energetic upgrade which would occur should the two decide to become one.

How ought a King "go after" a Queen, without, metaphorically "losing his throne"?

In other this mixed up world of feminism which has led the kings into a foggy haze over how to properly "court," and made queens sweep up their gowns and turn away from their queenly missions to get a king's attention...and even resort to sending him letters through scrolls of virtual nature...often left hanging while the king completes his stately, - we must address - ought kings "go after" queens in this new realm of conscious relations?

I address it in this manner because I truly believe that beyond the maturation of the sexes and the balancing of the genders, that kings still ought to court queens...and especially she worth sitting on said throne next to "him"...already, I might add, ruling her own queendom, awaiting the coming together of hearts with one who can match her growth, insight, love-quotient and speed at which she plays this cosmic game.

She - when focused on her mission and task at hand - is channeling Divine Cosmic Energy and creating the new paradigms for all to enjoy. The Queen ought to be able to continue this focus and not be turning her head to look out for her King...wondering where he is and if he will show up, chasing him when he does not write her back...No. The King is the space-holder for the Queen...and so - if she can keep to her task, it is this, actually, which ought draw him to her side...where they can co-create with wonder and potency. It is he who ought "court" her...or in other words - - BE the COURT...the ballroom, the royal premise on which their essence meets and intermingles.

I speak to the kings and ask....what's the hold up? Why the stall-out? What is the cause for not
engaging the Queen to the level of her and your capacity? - if I might be so bold as to assume your capacity in equal range. She is truly ready and awaiting he who would dazzle her with his bravery, independence and emotional maturity while still displaying honorable qualities of respect, courtship, and a bit of king-conscious romance.

Queens still love flowers by the way.
..and perhaps are even more appreciative than their human woman counterpart, for the Queen sees the potency in flowers sent with conscious care and knows her courting King dare send them in bold vulnerability and honor of her Queenly flare.

Flowers are an offering to the Divine, after-all, which your Queen fully honors and will place upon on her altar to amplify the Cosmic work she does...

Queens love consistency, and are disinterested in the game of stalled out stages of quiet, where her quick-witted nature is easily drawn to other things which consume her fancy..and not out of flippancy, but out of due respect, for a Queen has spent ample time in self-care, personal growth and cycles of preparation to meet the one who could dance with her on the cosmic dance floor...she dares to think and know that HE would catch a glimpse of her, and with one hint of her mutual interest, he would make sure that he did not lose the chance to sit next to her and create cosmic miracles at her side.

Instead, it seems, potent, powerful female goddesses in earthly flesh are left wondering of the men dressed up like kings, daring to flirt and even cast interested chats in her direction and yet fail to back them up with sturdy intention.

 It leaves Queens in their mature phases of growth and cosmic work a wondering if the Kings really exist at all, and if they do - (which we sense they do, since we do) - why the drag, the lull, in courting the Queens? Why are so many Queens left without their Kings and Kings without their Queens?

I know what many will respond, and so to this I will rightly address head-on, ...

....that if a queen is without her king and the reverse is also true, then both must remain imbalanced within, still needing to come into a state where the inner queen and king are one, leaving room for the external appearance to reflect back in due time.

While this is all fine and good in philosophy, and I myself have spouted plenty of said explanation, I do not believe it is good enough....for though it is true, in the one realm, that the microcosm is reflected in the macrocosm, so too is it equally valid and appropriate to acknowledge that the outward expression has power and potency to alter the "inner story" if you will through courageous acts of transformation and vulnerability...and this is the stuff myths are made of.

For we live in a paradox, a divine dichotomy and with such truth it ought be recognized that either door to entry is valid, and if one door is used to exclusion of the other, well...the miracles seem to bloom to the less.

The psyche of man and woman are both influenced by the stories of the past and the models which have preceded their path...the impressions of youth are strong and the ancestral patterning imprinted in one's DNA is enough to shield a man or a woman from fully living out authentic lives of truth and passion....

however, this is where the story ought change...

...for in the "conscious" breed of men and women, who have rightly transcended stories and patterns of youth and heredity - - which therein births the kings and queens to whom I am talking...these are the ones with the superpowers able to reach beyond the societal out-picturing of relational mishaps and see through the fog to spot another of like-mind...who ought, I believe, be able to know that the synergy of hearts is not a simple thing...not always happening as often as one might like...and so when it does,to address it with due speed and honor is what I might like to call - a sacred duty.

And so - to the Kings, who spot a Queen...who dares reach out and find mutual him I say - take the chance, herein lies the archetypical opportunity to impress upon the cosmos that you are in fact the King you espouse yourself to be...that this "Lady in Waiting" is a perfect cosmic cue for you to upgrade your experience, ride the spiral to your advance and assist humanity in its evolution all with the flare of a brave advance.

I caution you that She does not like to wait...not out of lack of patience mind you, for she has been patience for lifetimes and cycles after cosmic cycles...for she knows in her heart of hearts that she cannot pass through the next phase of her evolution - personal and collective, without standing hand in hand with her King.

She has been patient, but now she wishes to see excitement, flare, and a daring spirit who would match her love of the mystery, her grace of centering and her expansive nature who can witness all things while remaining unattached... she wishes, in this case, to fall madly for her feel swept up and appreciated, seen and adored, honored and respected....for she KNOWS without a doubt, that He who would step up and match her ---- it is He on which she will flood with endless blessings, with pools of healing, with nourishment and love beyond compare. She knows that it is He who truly is ready for his next spiritual advancement and she is grateful and in awe of he who is brave enough to be humble and humble enough to be brave to receive all of this in her presence.

The Queen who is fully appreciated and adored by a King has many gifts to bestow...for she is the embodiment of the Divine Cosmic Mother...and will enact a great initiation on the one who would meet her in Sacred Union...the feminine, by nature, embodies the creative impulse, the holy of holies capable of increasing her Kings talents and blessings by 100 fold, at least...and he who is truly a King - knows this of the Queen... and approaches her with gratitude and thanksgiving, for seeing him ready and offering him space in her holy sanctuary.

Kings...go after the Queen...not as stalkers, not after one who tells you 'no' - not after one who does not answer you...but after the Queen who looks back in your direction with interest and an eye of charm. Go after her and do not let her go...if you wish your life transformed and if you wish your Kingdom expanded exponentially through your coming together....

But much like your own Kundalini...who when awakened does not go back to sleep...and if not nurtured and allowed to cleanse you and open you will wreak havoc on your once peaceful life - when you engage a Queen...without pure intent to follow up and follow through...the repercussions of such in your personal growth and advancement will set you back a notch...for your spirit truly knows that you faced advancement, and you turned it down.

How to go after a Queen when you are a King and keep your throne in tact?

Use tact...use grace, write her a poem, sing her a song, surprise her, don't focus purely on bodies and beauty, but on that which is eternal...follow up and follow through and whatever you do...go the distance.

And if you are unwilling (or unable) - for any reason - to go the distance, tell her, and let her move her heart on. For the Queen's heart is still that of a woman, and she loves. Her capacity for love is vast and her depth is great and if she senses you might be her King, even if for a moment - she would invest her whole self and queendom into the realm you two may create. Be not mistaken....a Queen can detach herself just as easily, but if she is truly a Queen...why would you want her to?

A Queen is fine remaining alone, she is strong and capable and loves herself. She is multidimensional and multi-sensual...but a Queen wants nothing more than to meet the King who could stand by her, both of you whole and to up-level each other with pure royal essence...into the next phase of both of your growth. A Queen knows she can only go so far alone and somewhere along the way, in order to bust through that next cosmic gate (which she is so ready and willing and wanting to do)...she needs to meet you - and for you to see her and be with her fully.

She knows YOU are the cosmic gate-key-holder, the space holder, the Co-creator with whom she can create new Universes...within and without. She admires you, though she has not met you, she longs for you, with peaceful stillness, she imagines you and hopes to ignite the awareness that would allow your eyes to meet.

So, truly, gentlemen, Kings, wanting to remain - thrones in tact -

 ...Go after the Queen when she so powerfully shows up in your reality... (virtual or otherwise).

Let her know you see who she is and that you are willing to meet her in her realm...and show her that you are truly a King worth loving.

Be brave, be bold, be vulnerable. Be consistent
....and I promise you, if you have truly found a will not be disappointed.

Friday, December 16, 2016

A Look at Transformation, Transmutation and Transfiguration in Relation to the World Now

If you look out the economical, political, environmental, or societal window today, it may seem as though the world is falling apart. If you observe the world through the lens of healthcare or international relations, if you make assumptions about reality based on resources or who has the money, you may agree that the world has gone to shit. Some may even argue that history is repeating itself right in front of our eyes and tell you there is a tyrant moving into one of the most powerful seats in the world. But I am going to argue that we need only change the lens. The reality we see, on the news, over social media, in the courthouse and on international debate stages is one we have created based on the filter we are wearing and which can be changed by simply realizing who the true tyrants are in our lives.

If you know anything of internal alchemy and inner work you would be familiar with cycles of evolution – of transformation, transmutation and transfiguration. If you know this then you also know that the external environment mirrors the internal one and that there is really only ONE being in existence and only One thing happening here …. even though it seems like there are many of us and many issues at hand.

If you are unfamiliar with the cycles of change and their stages, let me clarify a bit.

Transformation is a process where that which is old and no longer working “dies” or falls away...and by so doing, releases a huge amount of energy which was being put into that which was non-supportive to the entity/reality.

Upon release of this thing – an outdated system, a faulty relationship, a false belief – there is a detox that takes place...which truly allows this thing to “exit stage left.” There may be a feeling of sickness during this detox...for all that has long been built up and hidden – under the guise of it all “being a-okay” is now out in the open and must be processed. Sound familiar?

Let's look at the current state of affairs...and how “the Oneness” is in a transformation period...or rather, has just undergone one.

We – the One – have transformed - from thinking we were all okay, in the global community, in politics, in our international relationships, in healthcare, in everything – basically. Even if many of us knew that these things were NOT okay – it was like we were okay with them not being okay. We had become complacent with the way things it seemed they had always been. We had settled into the discord and made home there....even though we knew it was not right, that thieves were running the affairs and we would instead hide behind a click of Netflix and some popcorn, ignoring the fact that the world was fucked...cause what could we really do anyway? Right?!

Well.....thanks to the transformative process, which is NATURAL, things started to happen...once a tipping point was reached.
The election happened. The unthinkable occurred.

Standing Rock took the scene...and the transformation was well underway. That which was NOT serving us/the ONE – and hadn't been for a very long time was suddenly starting to move...on the scene and yes...soon to be out of the picture.

Transformation is a small death. With this and any other transformation, there are toxins which have been built up a long time behind the illusion of their fine-ness. And so, with the change comes a huge, stinky detoxification process that looks like everything we are seeing now. All that has been under the surface, is now ON the surface – and in our faces...and we have the astrology to thank for helping to get this transformation process on.


With this detox also comes a great amount of energy -released back into the collective. Haven't you noticed how many people suddenly feel able to do something? Who ARE doing something? All the movements and marching and protesting and protecting...has reached an all time high!

Well, what is the next stage of the process of change? It is the is the Transmutation time.

This is the test people. In the All-ness...WE get to SEE How this process is working FOR us and not against us. We get to LOOK at the happenings and glean the insights which will allow the dross, the density to be transmuted into golden awareness.

How will we do it?

This question we must EACH ask ourselves.

When the garbage, the detox, the yuck and Uck of the transformation process presents itself...will we
– during the “uncomfortable transmutation process” wish to return to the safety and comfort of our previous beliefs of how the world should look? OR will we use our energy to transmute the dross of the toxins and SEE the insights being revealed to us through them?

This is where most folks get stuck. Cause it is so easy to call garbage garbage instead of seeing it as the toxic byproduct of a beautiful cleansing taking place. It's easier to say “I'm sick” because that is what society tells you is socially acceptable when you are hacking up a lung and running snot from your nose day in and day out for a week instead of calling it a cosmic upgrade coming into your body and pushing out all the toxic residues from old programming that no longer serve your current vibration.

It's also easier to identify with a “corrupt leader” “out there” than it is to recognize that the fact that someone who could so blatantly represent tyranny in our outer environment is obviously our deep soul-cry trying to tell us something about our inner environment ….the push out that looks like an outward manifestation, but is really an inward evolution.

What is corrupt? What is tyrannical?

How about the very present, dominant and over-riding ideas of

Disease, Death/ Dying, and Duality for starters ??...

These are the true tyrannical beliefs and leaders of our lives to date, are they not?

Oh, believe me I get all sorts of backlash for presenting these "realities" as beliefs...plenty. But just humor me and yourself - and sit with this for a moment....and let's take it to a cosmic perspective.

What is disease? After it truly dysfunction? In the wholeness? In the Oneness? Are you truly sick or out of touch - at the core of truth? Wouldn't it make more sense that, as a Divine being in the flesh, here for a specific Divine purpose...experiencing symptoms of “dis-ease” might just be your physical body trying to get your attention...trying to cry out from the innermost recesses that something is off –
Something is off... either in the “health care” system that you so blindly trust and are willing to put yourself in its hands at the cost of your very life...

Or that you are so emotionally and spiritually disconnected from the truth of who you are that you  even could  BELIEVE that you are sick in the first place – and are perhaps just simply out of alignment with your truth - instead. ??

It's not just you – we have all suffered from this.

We have all suffered as well from the belief in duality, in polarizing to our “likes” and away from our “dislikes.” We have been tyrannized by our obsession with happiness and our disdain for sadness and it is time for us to see that these ways of thinking are out-dated and no longer serve our individual and collective evolution.

So, yes, we have a polarized “tyrannical” looking external example of who is sitting at the seat of our person – telling us how reality is constructed, and it is so distorted from the truth...that now the distortion is projected in such a gruesome way that it finally gets our attention.!!!

We are the Oneness.

 Which seems to include duality...and yet this concept is inherently flawed...for -All exists -exists within us, as us. We are the yin and the yang manifest. Neither “side” is to be abhorred or adored over any other part. We are both dark and light...but what is beyond this is naming neither...and instead simply reveling in the texture of the change that is ever-constant. Without judgment. And in fact is beautiful.

And what of judgment?? – oh thank you Christian church – which has cursed us forever more...with the eyes of duality birthed in judgment. This is not the true reality. How can there be opposites in a field of One? How can there be polarity when there is only a single point of existence.? When there is only love? And some may argue...Is there only love?

Well, let's see...

As we begin to embrace both poles...we are enacting the internal alchemy that must occur for the transmutation process to complete...we must combine opposites and allow them to cancel each other out within us..and gain the insights that come from doing so.

We must see that Standing Rock Water Protectors must exist and So must the Black Snake of the oil company, in order for neither to have to. We must rise above the view that one is right and one is wrong...and SEE the Alchemy in it. Get the Insight.

The alchemy comes from seeing the suffering in Syria and knowing the love and riches and safety of your own experience AND combining them in the wisdom that knows ALL EXISTS in this 3-D earth plane and by accepting that...and embracing both – neither have to exist in the field of what is being realized...that we may up-level through the transmutation and gain the gold of knowing all of these things to be the One. - all of them to be us.

The transmutation occurs for us collectively as enough of us - or the One of us - can see the political situation and identify the necessity of the tyranny the same time as NOT seeing it - - - BOTH and transmute it with the insight that says "Oh, I didn't realize my inner tyrant was so out of control, now that can be modulated..." - within. you see??

Once we walked in the field of all that the Oneness we danced and had our experience...and we can again...or rather, we already are, on the level of mind where we SEE it.

For we are born from perspective and out of perspective do we either transform or cling to sameness. In this too is a paradox. For we are never truly transforming when we are ever and forevermore the One with everything. And yet, in the joyous desire to express all that we are...we chose to feel this as well.

So now, back to the story of the is in the allowance to see that Oneness is that which is manifesting...and by so doing, and by acting as such in our experience...we up-level the game.

And so, it is not enough to know that the current happenings are happening FOR a manifestation of the purification of our collective perspective, but to act as if this is walk in faith that we are indeed stepping into a world beyond the one we have so complacently known. That it is our time to show our deeper layers. To remember our kinship, our Earth connection, our power...and also to acknowledge that we always just didn't seem so.

In the transmutative perspective comes the up-level and we find ourselves in a new game...where humanity is poised to discover if it chooses. To allow more energy, not less, to enter find access to latent gifts, and brain centers and dormant abilities which have only merely been on “freeze” during this whole pre-transformation game.

The transfiguration occurs once you walk your talk and transmute the old perspective,...for now – you have the opportunity, we all do – to live as if we are in the new world see the transfiguration in action in our own own it. To not give credence to the world we no longer believe is no longer pay homage to “false gods” and idols of imagination which echo the life we led before the transformation,,,,lest we are doomed to repeat the “lower levels.”

We are only allowed to see what we can allow ourselves to see.

All is already here. We are on the brink of the up-level. . The Transfiguration. Will you Transfigure?

We limit ourselves by what we have the ability to comprehend. And yet a tricky thing...this limitation we imposed upon ourselves so as to gain the insights of density...there is lag time- in time.

Though it is speeding our viewpoint..(as if it ever could, since it always was and forever will be) us it is making its way back into our full awareness at the rate and “speed” we allow it to. And so, the old will fade with as much grace and timeliness as we give it room to.

Here's another way of saying it...

If someone you no longer wish to spend time with is trying to go out the door, but you keep asking them questions, and asking forgiveness, and continue to engage them, and worry for their safety, etc etc...they will take forever to actually “disappear”...will they not? When it is time to let go of that belief, that much resistance will you exhibit?

In as much as we resist life...we encourage death. Another illusion of this reality. One that most are much more endeared to than they wish to admit. For who would truly concede to the choice of immortality when they cannot fully embrace the “shorter” life with which they have been endowed. “What will I do with eternity?” One might secretly wonder. And so you should. As in the all-ness...death ensnares us when we cannot fully live, cannot fully enjoy, when we dance with disease and with shortcomings and with lack. Why would immortality befit the mind who cannot expand to fill it? (for more on this subject read these articles:(Death, does it have to occur, Immortality possible?, Aging or Immortality?)

But given enough cycles of Transformation, Transmutation and Transfiguration...even if you include death in the game for a some point, there is no point...and we will do it all here and now.

To live in the Transfigured life is to know yourself as the still point of existence...that all is merely a dream, but one worth inspiring into remembrance with you may dance and sing and taste and make love and experience all the textures this plane has to unveil...and by and through your ecstatic relationship with life...which is may find authentic purpose fulfilled...and a new world created.

Love you much,
may you find bliss in your house, as I know it in mine 

Stasia Bliss