Sacred Fire

"Make no mistake about it— enlightenment is a destructive process. It has nothing to do with becoming better or being happier. Enlightenment is the crumbling a

Way of untruth. It's seeing through the facade of pretence. It's the complete eradication of everything we imagined to be true." – Adyashati

Sitting down, I am paralysed, the fire within is burning and demanding,’ do it, do it DO IT, Now! I need release...but which one to take, paint, draw, dance, laugh, run with the wolf, or bath in the glory of the garden, the multitude of vehicles blur my mind…when the fire burns, action is necessary and this is when the body freezes, gets in the way … .  The words start to flow...a new outlet? maybe, just let it flow ….slowly focusing it on the hand that moves the pen
‘Life is beautiful life is sacred’...’life is beautiful, life is sacred’…  from the core of my being  this mantra I do trust but there are times  when  disbelief  seeps in my mind and heart like a gangrene, my soul cries out for release from this mortal coil ,this inferno where we have all been brought into ...this masquerade that is commonly called life ...I know Life ….I have had the blessing to experience it on multiple occasion , life is love, life is beauty and Truth, Life  is the form of the created world reflecting the image of the pleroma.

 Life is not what I am living right now. A society ruled by dogma and ideologies, mass creating monsters, dysfunctional machines, products of a dysfunctional world of lies, which, once in a while, escape, or derail in catastrophic results ….

My hands get uncomfortably hot, the fire within is trying to find a channel and if I don’t manage to tend this furnace or ignore it, it will ravage me from the inside...from a very early age I have dreamed and experienced fire ...recurring nightmare of being trapped in a car on fire, from the blurs of a young mind till the age of 18, prevented me to physically approach fire or even light a match..Along the path, many theories crossed my mind, a highly volatile Latin temper inherited from a deeply passionate father perhaps… or past lives projections…  being some of the rationales for a long time justifying a high level of passion, hypersensitivity, an over sensorial and fiery temperament. I have tried to dampen it… tried to tame this fiery beast within…with catastrophic results. ..

However, I had consciously made the decision a few years back to not consider this easy escape of victimisation anymore but try to go deeper in my own self awareness ...this passion, this fire has not been inflicted on me...It is ME, who I AM and learning to allow this fiery seed, this spiritual matter to grow within will bring me awareness along the way.

‘It is by acquaintance (gnosis) that all will purify themselves out of multiplicity into unity, consuming matter within themselves as fire" (Gospel of Truth 24:28-25:19).

Nicholaj de Mattos Frisvold, in his article Exu and the Sensorial Soul describes it perfectly..

... it is important to know how to work with the more erratic side of being in calm, yet fiery, and disciplined ways – because to temper our soul is not always so easy. We fall in and out of love as we fall in and out of rage. Declaring it is beyond our control.... It is important to enter into a communion with these spirits, because they know all about the sensorial soul and what many refer to as your shadow or ‘dark side’. Naturally to make a pact with them – is to make a pact with your soul. It is about embracing yourself in full, your night as well as your day. … Quimbanda is about sulphur and brimstone; it is about working with your own Hellfire and all those appetites in your soul that can push you away from self. 
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Looking at my young daughter; who ‘suffers the limitations’ of the autistic spectrum and who seems to reveal the same symptoms, I have wondered. The beauty of her ways makes her sensorially hypersensitive to this world, and I cannot help reflecting on my own childhood …feeling too much, memories of soaking-up the pain of others, seeing WITHIN others has been my curse, my gift, Gyfu, my sacrifice. It took me a long time to train myself to empty this vessel of mine from others’ pains or create a bubble around me in times of Need, however there are still times when I am careless ….but this ‘dysfunction’, this passion for Life has brought beauty into my world. When I catch up with the Flow freely and move harmoniously within it, it has inspired Awe beyond beliefs for what the Garden has to offer, revealing the delights we could enjoy, being OURSELVES, wide open to these riches at our reach...If only...if only ….so isolation from highly populated areas and luxuriating in the beauty of the natural world has been a way to shelter myself. Art has been an outlet with some extremely surprising results...when the Fire starts to stir, and I do know the symptoms by now ...light headiness, fiery hands and opening of the crown, I aim to focus and channel this Creative spark to Transform,to Destroy, to Create...Hands that burn, but also hands that heal…

This furnace and the Master of the Forge that tends it revealed himself to me a few years back and from that moment on, a reckoning, an acceptance has taken place, bringing me peace and momentarily ebbed this sense of separation from my peers. It brought me into the pagan circles, looking for kin, which also spit me out, experiencing the ultimate lapwings and trappings of the ego from those who are preaching Freedom to herds of slaves, unaware of themselves and falling yet to other dogmas.

I am not of the opinion that this witchblood, this fiery heritage is ‘genetic’ or passed on only to some. I am also aware that this statement might offend a few, and for this I do apologise  . However we do not live in a black and white world , but among many and many shades of Grey . Many use this as an excuse to differentiate themselves from the world. Making them the special Ones, the chosen children, stagnating in their own sense of Uniqueness. Lapwing again. This stolen Gift, this promethean sacrifice is a tool given freely to all, not to be locked in a glass jar, but to release ourselves from the shackles of lies. It is the escape route, the key...and the lock. Witch blood is not a genetic legacy, but a spiritual release or heritage, something which when activated needs attendance , protection and care .

R. Cochrane wrote …My greatest battle is controlling my rage and fury: taking hold of it and instead of allowing it to run rampant in the world, turning it upon myself and containing it within me so that it may become one with the Fire inside and thus serves me rather than enslaves me. This is a difficult task for one of my nature, but these simple and profound words from a man who was a genius are ever a salve for the soul: "I am a wonder, for I alone transform." –

This fire, this spirit within burns me to my core to help me reveal what is true and beautiful. Life and the living forge is a means to reveal this fire, to tender this spiritual seed with the skilful bellows, the Breath, the word...And set It/me free …

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Isabelle

“It is the purpose of Mystery Religions to re-organize the misaligned principals that impede spiritual growth. Those who live for myth and superstition alone are being deceived, and labouring under such restriction, will ultimately lose ‘Faith’.... Everyone is encouraged to experience for themselves the face of the faceless one. Myths are just a way of explaining how the formless one can be understood. They cannot explain the agonies of the quest, or the painful stripping away of the self, not even the rapture of revelation, which is not of death, but of life, here, now and beyond.”
Robin-the-dart. 2003

 

'Sacred Fire'

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Isabelle Gaborit 2012