The Shadow

 

SHADOW

Love & Light
part 2



"Stick to the love and light vibration and the world just about guarantees your wildest dreams will come into manifestation.”

What happens when the only dreams happening are nightmares?

 You wake to find that they are taking over your daily life and somehow the merry season is a fat cream cake of misery in a white dress?

Holy hell.

One has to ask how did it get to be this way ?

I have read a few of the books. 

Those love and light attraction manuals on how to live life.

I have sat in temples and drank the small cups of dark liquid.

I have breathed myself into ecstasy, let a truck load of shit go, danced into bliss, swam naked under water falls and prayed my heart out in front of altars that were large enough to be the full moon itself.

Sacred space and spirituality are degrees that I have been studying for what seems like my whole life in the university of the world amongst the classrooms of travel.

What I have come to realize is that there is no graduation. 

 

 

The layers are infinite to peel and the onion was not a spring one to begin with.

With all this love and light injected into perfumed oils, intentions written on cute little cards and dancing circles so sacred that they come with ankle bells and skull rings flanking the perimeter we forgot to accommodate the shadow. 

And be aware.
The shadow is everywhere.

The shadow is lurking behind everyone that chants in the new year and follows even the simplest Sadhu.

Shadows are known to get stuck and fester in those long dreadlocks amongst the beads and wooden trinkets.

Shadows hide in the bohemian wardrobe behind silk kimonos and vegan shoes.

Way too much effort is given to looking the part distracting ourselves with adorning feathers from forests far far away. 

Crystals mined from deep with in our sacred mothers core shimmer dancing light in front of our eyes turning our attention to the beauty of love whilst ignoring the depth of despair.

Whilst the cliques of well dressed love and light groupies draped in their new age have to have now fashions frolic at endless sunset DJ sets the shadow is having a field day festering in the darkness waiting for its moment of frightening glory.

With out the shadow the light does not exist.

 With out the shadow the light is neither love filled nor is it bright.

 It would be a vastness of nothing that crept over our wonderland of yoga studios and raw chocolate bars leaving a swamp of grey.

The darkness is not something that can be ignored for too long either.

You can shove it to the back of your wardrobe with the leggings that are so quickly out of vogue, but leave it their too long and it will find its bells and give your anklet of tinkles a fucking racket to deal with.

Leave your shadow to is own devices is a dangerous thing.

 By the time you have the strength to timidly face it it will be larger than the fire you were dancing around on full moon and burn beyond anything ever imaginable in your vision quest truth searching path.

 The shadow will roar in its own defence whilst engulfing you like quick sand covering your sinking body as you struggle to find any reason why it should be there at all.

 Whilst you have been dancing at your love and light infused high vibe festival your shadow has been waiting impatiently in the car park for the show to finish.

It is time to open your arms and invite into your heart your very own shadow.

Because honey, it ain’t going no where.

And as much as the smile on you face and the warmth in your heartfelt hugs give joy to all of those around you, your shadow gives you the glorious gift of your divine balance in this world.

As with the cycle of day and night we move between the shadow and light of our own selves.

Running from our fear of what we have within us that appears sharp and uncomfortable is akin to leaving the light on at night trying to sleep.

 It may work to cover up some shit, but in the end when exhaustion catches up with us we find ourselves sobbing under the covers unable to leave the room and run.

Instead we stumble and fall.

 With grazed and bruised knees we have to somehow become friends with the wounds that can’t be bandaged to stop the bleeding.

Make your shadow a cup of tea.

I don’t care if it is herbal or not.

Taking time to hear what your shadow has to scream at you will do more for your self esteem, self worth and personal growth than ordering those hip new yoga threads online negotiating wether Amazon ships to your out of the way village in some foreign country.

Honoring your shadow will shift you deeper than any ticket to the newest hippie festival serving a truck load of drugs with its permaculture principles.

Invest in your shadow and create altars for the darkness. 

Tell stories of its vileness over raw zucchini pasta and invite the shadows of your friends to the most debortious slaughter enhanced dinner party imaginable.

Celebrate your shadow and let it shine baby !!

It has your back, believe me.

Love your shadow to the moon and back for christ sake.

Love & Light

 

 

LOVE and LIGHT

 part 1

 Love and the light is just damn well everywhere these days.

Particularly at this time of year. Ho Ho Ho and the Christmas cheer is wrapped around us like a present under the tree.

White washed walls of churches gleam with a saintly pureness whilst the deafening laughter of children playing endlessly on the beaches.

A tad overwhelming to some of us.

 Love and light.

It even comes in the overpriced green smoothies we drink from the must be seen at cafes.

More love can be added via spoonfuls of super food boosting our bodies with extra vitality and doses of light with each sip.

 

The light is bright and relentless in these super food high vibe times we live.

Advertising billboards flash sets of pearly teeth that gleam perfectly white and bright over purchases that are surely to make you that extra holiday happier.

Love and fucking light is glaring us in our shell shocked faces.

 Positive affirmations are stated as we stretch into yoga asanas originating from the ghee and curry filled India.

 So much love and light has been added to the world of yoga that even cooked food has nearly become obsolete.

Main stream health now a days has lost its healthy belly and is full of skinny raw vegan injected neuroticism of privileged 4WD drivers running the organic only corporation that we have become.

Love and light now comes in a power suit.

Not enough love and light in your Costa Rican holiday? 

 

Lights of a thousand colours are offered at retreat centers in the small cup of black thick foul tasting liquid served as medicine by someone that shakes a rattle wearing seeds and feathers from the forest around their necks.

Love and light.

 

 It is damn well everywhere.

 Buy it, drink it, gift it or chant it into existence.

Take a selfie at sun set on the beach with palm trees by your side. 

 

Instagram it into your public profile with fluffy words proclaiming how much you have grown since arriving in paradise.

 Order a sachet of love and light with your new yogi stretch pants or wear it around your neck with lotus and rose quartz.

Love and light.
 

If you don’t have it by now then you are not practicing enough.

Stick to the love and light vibration and the world just about guarantees your wildest dreams will come into manifestation.