God in the Body Teachings: Recent Episodes
Catherine Fehrmann
Teachings, prayers, poetry, and sacred sound to explore and inspire Awakening Consciousness in the body, mind, and heart
avoiding looking into the Face of God to try to avoid the breaking apart only brings a deep sorrow
Indestructible Bindu
union of red and white seed essences eternally wed
confers freedom from the blaming and shaming
of masculine and feminine for each other
the suffering has a momentum
those habits of thinking doing being consuming rejecting
we make new habits, but they are conscious
new awakened patterns that are not habits
naked in your devotion, in the garden…
sing softly, move gracefully…
learning how to bear it or let it break you
scatter and pour of the empowerments…
scattering obscuration, pouring potential wisdom
into body mind and heart
silky black wings fluttering over pink buds on green stalks
and now striped buzzing winged one intervenes
I keep opening myself to my love and longing
for fat pink roses warmed by the sun, and there is grief…
I step into the morning sun, warm upon my face, brisk chill in the air…
I offer, I offer to the rawness of this moment, cool and warm at once…
my buffalo brothers and sisters trample me into dust
the brittleness of the suffering structures…let it be done…
let the pureness of the longing and desire resurrect
I am the mother, I am the daughter, granddaughter, sister…
I am the Great Mother, today is the day,
I am the One and He is with me…
allow yourself the sensitivity, the difference, that you are…
it is a great blessing, it is a great challenge…
it is the name of a music store right there on the side of the road,
all the instruments that you need for your daily miracle
open your heart to the song, to the blessing
a cup of tea is not made to be completed
it is made to be enjoyed, sipped until you feel finished,
and then the rest discarded with respect…
the elements are shapes, they are sounds
the shapes move through channels
melted drops of light move through the shapes
I start with my love of the flowers, pink and white,
crazy blossoming trees, and rich green leaves filling the sky
my love of the grasses, still plump from the rains
which have now ended
the intensity of the Union beyond personal bliss
imprinting eternity
imprinting all dimensions and the body of the Earth Mother
with Nectar and Illumination
clarify the channels
clarify the tissues
clarify the Mindstream, the Will and the Sex
clarify the butter
so creamy and oily and salty in my mouth,
so rich and warm and nourishing,
like the mothers milk that flowed from my own breasts
into my daughters’ mouths
fusion of Sun and Moon at each focal point,
balancing of Sun and Moon on the scales and in the Tree of Life,
infusion of Sun and Moon
with the immense energies of the orgasm of Light
I call on my discernment and protection
as I listen, Listening Woman…
as I see, Looks Far Woman…
I make my Vows on the full moon and the new moon
entering the Gate of the Threefold Purity and the Yogini
Grandmother Spider reminds me how to Weave the Web out of Love…
strong threads, but bendable in the breeze
my words bring what has been unconscious out into the light…
my voice is the vehicle for Creation…
and the Manifestation of my I Am presence in form
celebration of the naked crawling movement towards more Life
of the sightless kangaroo embryo into the fur-lined pouch of its mother
the black womb of the Sophia Christ…
always steady, always luminous and compassionate…
this is your True Nature, Know it and Be it, don’t just think about it
I walk in my body of rainbow light ...
where the fertile red spring of the goddess mates with the seminal gods white waters
the Love is eternal, no beginning, no end, no separation…
He Is God, and I Am God, similar frequencies, complementary codes…
I want you to be my mother, I want you to be my everything,
I want you to love me the most, I want to be the only one
it’s all about oxygen and balance point of the emotions…
but balance point does not mean we don’t feel the emotions
let yourself grieve your ideas about everything…
flames of wisdom and passion refracted
through the prism of your holy tears…
two Medicine Wheels of Life, in the Earth in the sky…
humans are a bridge, trees are a bridge…
Tree of Life is a bridge, containing both Medicine Wheels…
containing all of us, containing all of Life…
cloaca of my heart, mud-sucking apparatus of elimination and lovemaking…
all mixed up, but with discernment and clarity…
downward into the womb of the Mother…into the halls of Amenti
where the Seven sit and the blue luminous beings of the Tor of Avalon preside… sapphire Light of the Father and Ocean of Love of the Mother
be the Love…this is not ordinary love…
this is Love that will strike you mute and completely melt your core
freeing the Names of God
from the confines of language and other people’s interpretations
inner guru and karmic counselor…
deep blue hues of sapphire, and the trident of Prana, the life force…
cultivate the knowing that you are beloved for all eternity…
that you are the Love and the help…
know it and Be it
sleepwalking is death walking…
when you do it in practice it is all laid out before you…
riding the chariot is raising the djed pillar…
is the dakini tantra, is the resurrection and ascension process…
he lay on me like a big stone slab, warm from the sun,
like a great furry bear with breath, toning with a deep vibration…
my channels remain open when we are finished…
my Heart remains open…
open with discernment…
open with unconditional love and clear seeing…
longing for your beloved on a rainy day…
incessant Beauty of stacked polished stones…
the energies cannot resist coming to you for supper
affirmation of masculine and feminine, one for the other, each for the other…
lover, Beloved, inseparable Union of red and white bindus
water spirits…you are so inured with yourself today…
I hold the immaculate vision of the Twin Flame Union…
bringing all aspects of existence into coherence
we are streaming light… crystalline white light… crystal rod that we share…
Open Eye into all the worlds…
wrapped in the patterned woolen medicine blanket of our marriage
more swaying of the hips…
more revealing that you are touched by this human experience
in an immediate way
I release the burden basket of Truth, I celebrate the Freedom of it…
Crow carries the caw that rides the wind to all the nations
my highest destiny for the greatest good…
of this radiant speck of dust and all beings…
all energies want to return to Source
the practice is to allow the death, to seek it out…
by way of seeking out the Light, Bliss and Union that you long for
then the death comes naturally, to Open the Way
I am worthy to declare my Love, to let it show
banners of the Glory of my I Am unfurling from the Center of my Heart
the Indestructible Bindu is not the only Way
of reconciliation of Masculine and Feminine
offering offering offering Goddesses, Gate Keepers,
female Buddhas of Great Bliss, wrathful ones of Immeasurable Compassion
who will ride the bucking broncho with me?
only my beloved who holds me fast around my waist
and steadies me with his muscled thighs pressed against me
I let go of hatred of the face, knowing that the face will fall apart...
shame turns to Victory
Mother of Mothers, hands in Prayer, cast in black, though She a secret dakini as well...
take it all the way through your renewed desire for consummation
for therein lies your inspiration
wave your Magic crystal wand around in my clear spring water
and all will be made Whole
the practice of staying with the heat
as it arises in the body, and the mind that says too much, too much
fossilized crab shell, purple sunset, and two white barnacles
for the mother who loves barnacles...
you know you want this with the force of lifetimes
let yourself have it
be the Holy Fool
what a relief to cut the Silken cord
that holds the beads and the orange tassel together...
you cannot use the flashlight on your phone
to look into a woman’s Yoni
even if you wear a white coat...
the Initiation into the ripeness of the Full Moon
passing through the Valley of Death...
we explore all aspects of love, Creation and healing through the Gaian-Christ grids of which we partake
we allow the Divine Love of the Formless to infuse our Form through the warmth and pulsation of the Sun...