"In a sense, with all our gadgets, we are all night shift workers to a degree now." ~ David Blask, MD, associate director of the Tulane University Center for Circadian Biology. We are "darkness deprived." ~ Richard Stevens, PhD, University... Continue Reading →
Happy New Year to you! In the previous post, I shared Pat McCabe's inspiring message about The Magic of Water (and Sacred Relationship). This is another musing about sacred relationship, water, and standing for the shared values that unite us.... Continue Reading →
Wishing you all of the most beautiful spirit of the season. Big Love, Jamie
In the beginning was the Word …
The sound …
The vibration of the ultimate creativity.
If all is energy, and sound and vibration are creative, we become more and more aware of the power of the Word: thought, word, and all that shapes it within us.
My friend and kindred-collaborator Lee of the fantastically insightful and creative ShamaGaia blog has written a fine musing on the power of the Word, sound, and vibration for healing and creativity.
Have a look (and thanks, Leeby!).
Big Love, all.
Pythagoras of Samos ( 570 – 495 BC)
From prehistoric Shamans to the ancient civilisations of Summeria, Egypt, Greece, China, Tibet, India, South America and elsewhere, sound has been revered as a primary way of linking humans with their cosmology and for its ability to heal, transform and elevate, body mind and spirit. “The use of sound in such cultures was a highly developed sacred science.” (Goldman, 2012)
The Pythagorean schools of ancient Greece developed various kinds of sacred sound healing temples and practices from knowledge that they received in Egypt. Fundamental to such practices was a concept known as, “The Harmony of The Spheres,” or “Musica Universalis,” which determined that the ratios of heavenly bodies could be represented by the relationship between musical tones. While this development is widely acknowledged as one of the major roots of western science, it is important to note that Pythagoras, one of…
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“All spiritual traditions, including Christianity, have shamanic roots. When the roots are fed, they sink deeper into sacred ground.” ~ Bradford Keeney, Shamanic Christianity Let’s have a blessing-bath with that last sentence for a minute … let the essence of... Continue Reading →
This is such a beautiful, soulful, evocative piece from Andrea — have a look at these photos and her musings about these abandoned, neglected places.
I resonate because it’s something I’ve noticed since I was a wee snippet of a child and wandered such places, or passed by them and wondered about the stories held in their walls and in the ground on which they were built.
Sometimes, after visiting with or reflecting on these places that are like liminal, in-between ‘eco-tones’ or portals, I’d follow the whispers that surfaced and write them into a story that took shape.
I pass by some on my regular walkabouts, but this topic reaches out for me from time to time too, as with Andrea’s post or this bit of inspiration I came across a few months ago and that’s stayed with me, working like a seed in my awareness:
“In a symptomatic way vandalism — which favors schools, cemeteries, and churches — paradoxically draws attention to the sacredness of things. Frequently when we have lost a sense of the sacred, it reappears in a negative form.
The work of dark angels is not altogether different from those who wear white. Here, then, is another way to interpret the abuse of things – as an underworld attempt to reestablish their sacredness.”
~ Thomas Moore, as shared in this reflection from photographer David Masters.
… when we have lost a sense of the sacred, it reappears in a negative form.
… an Underworld attempt to re-establish sacredness.
Well there’s a theme … and that is what the Underworld attempts to do.
Let Andrea take you on a short walkabout and visit with a few of these richly storied abandoned places …
Every town has its abandoned places. Weed-choked, pigeon-haunted, windows toothed with shards of glass. These are the crumbling, forgotten parts of town, where graffiti blooms in shells of rooms, trees cleave foundations and girders grasp the sky. Spiked pewter fences and nailed plywood defend the carcasses of buildings or the spaces where they once were. Perhaps a battered for sale sign or a warning to keep out: nature and man conspiring to repel visitors.
Nature is quick to claim the things we discard. These are the buildings that have served their purpose. Unlike ruins, which are valued and preserved, these are the unloved spaces. The broken warehouse that was once a canning factory; the tilting façade that was a town hall. Buildings with an uncertain future – to be demolished, renovated, or left to collapse. Buildings that attract the wrong kind of attention: graffiti, vandalism, bad behaviour. They are the forgotten history of the town, unwanted relics of old ways of life. Reminders that everything is temporary. If…
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