Anyaa McAndrew – Page 21 – Goddess On the Loose

Attitudes for the New Year…….Desiderata: a new version by Billy

Pay heed to freedom, for it is the privilege
and prerogative of every human being and all other life forms.
Pay heed to love, for it is the essence of Creation,
of human beings and of life.
Pay heed to peace, for it is the assurance
of all positive development and unrestricted evolution.
Pay heed to harmony, for therein lies the
equilibrium of every thought, feeling, deed
and everything else. Continue reading “Attitudes for the New Year…….Desiderata: a new version by Billy”

The Still Point by T.S. Elliot

At the still point of the turning world. Neither flesh nor fleshless;
Neither from nor towards; at the still point, there the dance is,
But neither arrest nor movement. And do not call it fixity,
Where past and future are gathered. Neither movement from nor towards,
Neither ascent nor decline. Except for the point, the still point,
There would be no dance, and there is only the dance,
I can only say, there we have been: but I cannot say where.
And I cannot say, how long, for that is to place it in time.
The inner freedom from the practical desire,
The release from action and suffering, release from the inner
And the outer compulsion, yet surrounded
By a grace of sense, a white light still and moving.

Mums

Note: According to The Pleiadians, we are moving into a time where we are living the equivalent of 100,000 years per year! That’s 275 years a day! Soooo, as The Hopis say “When the world speeds up, slow down!”

What We Never Learned About Sex by Anyaa McAndrew and Babadez Nichols

We are sexual healers. That’s a provocative statement that triggers people in this culture. We work as healers (Anyaa as a psychotherapist and priestess facilitator and Dez as a transformational teacher). Both of us have been drawn into the arena of sexuality, because there is so much power locked up in confusion, competition, obsession and repression about sexuality. We created a weekend to assist people to step deeper into their power. It has become clear to us in our work that sexual issues create power drains, and these undermine our ability to create the health, abundance, relationships and inspiration that is our birthright. Continue reading “What We Never Learned About Sex by Anyaa McAndrew and Babadez Nichols”

Living the Divine Masculine

This article courtesy of www.extatica.com–Enjoy!

an interview with Shantam Nityama by Rebecca Walker

RW: Tell me a little bit about what you do and how you came into this work.

SN: I started out twenty years ago doing bodywork as a component of spiritual mentoring. Basically, I wanted to help people integrate what they knew spiritually into their everyday life. To have knowledge of a spiritual perspective and to implement that knowledge into your daily living are two completely different things. As people came to me for spiritual instruction, I began to realize most of them had deep repression that was not allowing them to accumulate the energy needed to develop spiritually. Each time I investigated the source of this stagnation, most of my discoveries revolved around the person’s sexuality and/or sexual energy channels. How the person is handled as a child or as a young adult around sex or sexuality related issues impacts them in their adulthood. As a young person the amount of shame, guilt, confusion, ignorance, and fear tied to the sexual energy was overwhelming. Continue reading “Living the Divine Masculine”

Yesterday I Cried by Iyanla Vanzant

Dear Readers,
After a day of recieving the news of the world…natural distasters, political upheavels, corporate schemes to disempower and victimize, I also recieved this sweet piece from a priestess sister. Hmmm…very fitting indeed! When was your last “good cry”?

Blessings,

Anyaa

I came home, went straight to my room,

sat on the edge of my bed,

kicked off my shoes,

unhooked my bra,

and I had myself a good cry.

I’m telling you,

I cried until my nose was running all over

the silk blouse I got on sale.

I cried until my ears were hot.

I cried until my head was hurting so bad

that I could hardly see the pile of

soiled tissues lying on the floor at my feet.

I want you to understand,

I had myself a really good cry yesterday.

Yesterday, I cried,

for all the days that I was too busy,

or too tired,

or too mad to cry.

I cried for all the days, and all the ways,

and all the times I had dishonored,

disrespected, and

disconnected my Self from myself,

only to have it reflected back to me

in the ways others did to me

the same things I had already done to myself.

I cried for all the things I had given,

only to have them stolen;

for all the things I had asked for that

had yet to show up;

for all the things I had accomplished,

only to give them away,

to people in circumstances,

which left me feeling empty,

and battered and plain old used.

I cried because there really does

come a time when the only thing left

for you to do is cry.

Yesterday, I cried.

I cried because little boys get

left by their daddies;

and little girls get forgotten by their mommies;

and daddies don’t know what to do, so they leave;

and mommies get left, so they get mad.

I cried because I had a little boy,

and because I was a little girl,

and because I was a mommy

who didn’t know what to do,

and because I wanted my daddy to be there

for me so badly until I ached.

Yesterday, I cried.

I cried because I hurt.

I cried because I was hurt.

I cried because hurt has no place to go

except deeper into the pain that

caused it in the first place,

and when it gets there,

the hurt wakes you up.

I cried because it was too late.

I cried because it was time.

I cried because my soul knew that I didn’t know

that my soul knew everything I needed to know.

I cried a soulful cry yesterday,

and it felt so good.

It felt so very, very bad.

In the midst of my crying,

I felt my freedom coming,

Because Yesterday,

I cried with an agenda.

(from her book Yesterday I Cried: Celebrating the Lessons of Living and Loving)