There are myths of old that speak to the Double-Sided Self. It is said that until you can make friends, or even better, become lovers with both selves that there will never be peace within. Yet this union is not as easy as simply knowing the paradox exists or embracing the union of opposites. To discover this wholeness for yourself, you will have to enter the territory of mythic imagination. This will likely be dangerous to default settings.
Paint Your Year
Paint with me all year in 2021 and live within a mythic context of ritual.
What do you have planned for 2021?
Would it feel good to know you are starting the year with a sacred creative practice in place with other women around the world?
RITUAL is Guided by Shiloh Sophia with Jenafer Joy. Featuring special guests including Mythologist and Author, Dr. Martin Shaw.
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Red Thread Letter #830
Stardust Memory
Dear One,
Greetings to you on this day! Today I am sharing a creative writing with you.
Have I told you yet that I am writing a novel? Well, actually I am working on several fiction novels at once. My recent show, Kinship with Creation features some of the characters in the book! As I was editing it the other day, I had an interesting experience…
I was snuggled up on the couch, working on the novel called the Stone of Mar, and then suddenly information started coming in for RITUAL our yearlong course. I have shared this creative writing with you here. It is kind of a mash-up story. Enjoy with a cuppa!
The idea of us being ‘cooling sacks of stars’ is definitely inspired by my teacher, Sue Hoya Sellars, she started sharing stories about it when I was just a little girl. Certainly the idea of us being a ‘container for the sacred made of stars’ is a compelling part of my painting and writing work.
No matter what you are experiencing and dealing with in this moment, I am sending pure love along the red thread from where I am to where you are.
Shiloh Sophia
Stardust Memory
by Shiloh Sophia
Somewhere, far away, but not so very far away a young girl is walking home from the river with a white stone in her pocket. A stone that tells stories, if you know how to listen. The land is fairly humming with the anticipation of what might be, what could be, what has almost been and has not yet been. Every creature for a hundred miles of this place has their ears perked and the little bumps on their bristly hairs are standing on end. An inquiry is forming in the field of spacetime between us. I wonder what it might be? Let’s look.
Then it is time for the soul to dream in colors you have never seen. Then will you know that there is so much more than you imagined and hoped for. Then will you be granted a peek behind the veil of the mystery that is sufficient to blow the hair back from your head, squint at the brightness, and even shudder at the sight of what you have seen. And where you have been, isn’t where you thought. You may not even be who you think you are. You see, a part of your soul has remained in exile no matter how much therapy you have done or strange trips to the mountains you have taken. You tried to call it back. You haven’t done anything wrong. You just weren’t really ready, yet. Perhaps you are now?
If you are here reading this it is because there is a chance you are ready. Only you can tell. Coming to a gathering like this is dangerous territory and not advised for those who are afraid of commitment. You can’t just start to call the whole soul back and then get too busy to finish the job. Not a good idea. The double-sided self will require your full attention, at least in the imaginal realm. You thought you knew some stuff. You spoke what you were taught, even showed pride in the hard-won knowledge that you can remember. So when it is shown to you that what you see is not even close to what there is, it may cause you to fall to your knees. If it does not, you might not be looking with the kind of seeing required. Yes. There is a kind of seeing required. Some call them “cosmic goggles”. But you can’t just buy this kind of seeing at a dimestore or borrow it from a friend or find it at a second-hand emporium. This kind of seeing is developed by looking for it, specifically. You look for the kind of seeing that already believes there are many more colors to the visible spectrum of light you normally behold, even if you have never seen them. You just know in your bones they exist. You have stardust memory.
Some of us beg forgiveness from the forces that be, for how we claimed to know any such thing at all. All those colors, all that light, those vibrations, those sounds, and that song that cut a path through from the old world to the new. But just because it is new does not mean it is better, not so. For if the new world does not carry some of the old established colors, creatures, and characters from the old world, no one would survive. We would just all have our minds blown open and our eyes would be wide with awe and none of us would survive the knowing. But we do. And here we are as proof. And there is work to be done.
Did you know your blood is red from the iron of exploding stars? Ancient you are. Older than the hills. Enclosed within your mortal coil is a color red so vibrant with stardust you almost glow from the inside. But as soon as it touches the air, you can’t see that particular red anymore, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist, it does, and now you know it and there is no going back to where you were. Some of us have stardust memory.
Oh yes…the inquiry? You want to know what the question was that was formed in the field between all of our minds? Doesn’t everyone, my dear? We aren’t telling those on the edges. The fringe-dwellers, the wait-and-seers, and the skeptics of romance will have to wait and see what arises from the council. It is far too dangerous to speak it when one hasn’t done the work it takes to awaken.
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