Do you ever wonder how you could gain greater access to your own consciousness? How to bring right + left brain into your daily practice?
Is it a riddle? Or is there a way in? Let’s find out!
Presented by Shiloh Sophia : Founder – Color of Woman School
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Painting by Shiloh Sophia : Wheel of Holy Fire 2016
Ever since I was a child I had the feeling that something was wrong, missing – or being withheld. I had moments as a punk teenager of thinking we were all under a spell. Of course I rebelled.
What else does one do when one begins to gain awareness – and notices that the systems and histories set up all around them are somehow designed to enforce another agenda than the one that is natural to being human?
At some level I believe I made a choice as a very young woman to fight the establishment. How I thought I would do that, and how I do that now, is a story for another day. I would however like to tell you the story of what I DID discover after 25 years, in a virtual salon I am hosting where I will share these ideas, and also speak about the Teacher Training that came out of this research, Color of Woman.
As many of you know, and some may not, I’m an artist, entrepreneur, poet and curator – these are a few of the hats I wear. I like to fancy myself a revolutionary. One of my earliest potent poems from when I was 12’ish was called – Something is Not Right. I remember sitting in my room writing it and discovering that as I wrote it, I was getting information in the moment. Aha! Through creating, I was gaining access.
So what makes me think I am a revolutionary?
Revolution has to do with something that changes – often, completely – the late Latin etymology says this word means, to roll back and or a revolving. For me, when I woke up in my twenties, I rolled back the myths placed upon me. Just as soon I could, I began to invite others to consider the entrenched beliefs and dominant paradigms. I had my first radical circle in high school, that was called the Rage Club, and it hasn’t stopped since. Now I call them, Red Thread Circles. Just ask my mom.
I became interested in how the brain works and how it works with the heart, and how we could find the missing information in how to access and collaborate with our thought process. Have you ever had the thought: ‘there has to be something more than this?’ Well that was my driving force – looking for more than a status quo worldview. If we can get access to that – won’t we be able to inhabit our bodies and minds and make the differences we want to make in the world? I am counting on it.
For the past 25 years I have been focused on one thing. I quit my corporate jobs, turned down big book deals more than once, and even left art school to pursue this: How do we get in here to discover who we really are? I have worked with tens of thousands of students to discover what I am going to share with you in an hour. What’s revolutionary is how simple this is, and yet how illusive it can often be. Let’s have a cup of riddle tea together and see what threads we can unravel, and reweave. Shall we?
With heart and a splash of glitter,
During the Stream I’ll share about The Color of Woman Teacher Training. Enrollment is open for our 2018 class and we are SO excited about it!
Recently our 2017 class came to a close. Here is a share from one of our beloved Graduates and now Intentional Creativity Teacher, Diane Merpaw:
“What an incredible experience. One filled with such richness on so many levels. It is by far the best thing I have ever invested in, in my life. You are one incredible teacher and I am deeply grateful for your courage and bravery to create this life changing quest for women worldwide. I am so deeply honoured to be standing here in this circle of amazing women who dared to travel this journey alongside this past year. Congratulations to each and everyone one of them.”
The poet Rumi says:
Who looks out with my eyes? What is the soul?
I cannot stop asking. If I could taste one sip of an answer,
I could break out of this prison for drunks.
I didn’t come here of my own accord, and I can’t leave that way.
Whoever brought me here will have to take me home.