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 How to Make Room for Mr. Right

I was at the ashram in Bangalore of my spiritual teacher, Sri Sri Ravi Shankar, years ago and heard him say, “Love is your very nature…you are love.” Why is it then that we struggle so much with the concept of love and belonging, not only in our relationship to another, but within ourselves?

As a young child, I did feel love from nature, my family, and my deep connection to the Divine, but as I grew older, I began feeling separate and somehow not so lovable. My mind was very tenacious and critical…it only wanted perfection from me and loving myself became conditional. I had to earn love, acceptance and peace. It was an unending cycle that left me craving these feelings, but fearing I would never find them.

The truth is, you must recognize love, acceptance and peace within yourself first to truly find fulfillment with another. How do you do this? There are many paths to finding love, but I would like to offer you a different concept so that you disengage the mind to begin your journey. Why disengage the mind? Because it needs to keep you thinking there’s something essentially wrong with you that blocks all the good things you want. Its job is to stay active and alert. It stores a great deal of pertinent information that helps you daily (like remembering a recipe and finding your house key), but too often, we give it the job to run our entire life, including matters of the heart.

Sometimes we need to just begin to move the energy and see what happens. If you think you are unworthy of love, your life energy moves away from the heart and gets depleted in being critical about you and others. So let’s begin by doing something different and physically clear the space you live in to build the energy of love. You might think this is a stretch, but let me tell you this: the affect of clearing the clutter in your home has an influence that is more than what it appears to be. It is an energetic statement where you are putting the universe on notice. It is a statement that says by eliminating the physical clutter in your surroundings you are clearing away the conditions that keep things stuck and predictable in your mind and in your heart.

Clutter keeps us physically and emotionally stuck in the past. The mind likes that since its only reference is what it has known before. It gets anxious when we try something new or when we are living in the present moment. For now, just consider each area of clutter like a little pool of swirling negative energy that has a draining influence on your physical and emotional well-being. Also, consider this: the impact of clutter has a very specific affect on your ability to attract love, intimacy and fulfillment. It’s true!

By clearing clutter you free up energy needed for attracting love. This process can be ongoing since very few people live in a perfectly clutter-free environment all the time. Just by beginning to clear clutter, you will begin to feel lighter, more open to change. The hardest part for many is beginning. Just set a timer for 10 minutes and commit to that every day. If at the end of 10 minutes, if you feel you want to continue clearing more clutter, set the timer for another period of time. Some people ask a friend to help them in this process. I used to have a friend stand and watch me clear my closet. It really motivated me to begin. Don’t let excuses stand in your way. Consider there is more to life that having it predicable and safe.

Once you’ve freed up some energy in your environment, you’ll have more internal energy freed up, too. There are many wonderful gifts and processes we can do together to help you move forward on your quest for a wonderful relationship, such as creating a Full Moon Altar to attract blessings from the Divine monthly and a Relationship Altar as a focal point for your daily spiritual practices and your work with the energy of attraction. You many even find new opportunities coming your way once you’ve taken this initial step of clearing clutter.

By clearing your physical environment and waking each morning with gratitude and a prayer for this day to be filled with grace and love, you will set in motion a new way of being. Have faith you are on the path to change and receiving something new and wonderful into your life and allow your heart’s desires to unfold with kindness and ease. I promise you, the journey toward loving yourself and someone special can be filled with joy. All it takes is trust in the process, surrendering the agendas of the mind and for you to begin.  

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Bestselling author Robin Mastro is an expert and educator of Vastu, an ancient Indian science derived from teachings known as the Vedas. These teachings guide one through aligning the mind, body, and spirit with their environment. Her most recent book, co-authored with her husband, Michael, Making Room for Mr. Right, is yoga for relationships. It instructs women using nine action steps how to gracefully attract and sustain happy relationships. They have also written two other award-winning books, The Way of Vastu and Altars of Power and Grace. To learn more about the Mastros, visit www.MakingRoomForMrRight.com , www.vastucreations.com, and www.AmericanInstituteofVastu.com.

Robin Mastro, Author & Environmental Designer

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mail to: robin@makingroomformrright.com

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Making Room for Mr. Right: How to Attract the Love of Your Life

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Thanks Carolyn for your comment. I was beginning to feel alone out here in the blog world. Anyone else out there who may be reading, jump in and leave some comments and let’s get the conversation started. As much as I love writing my hope was to draw you all into a discussion of your own lives with Mother.

I will officially be starting my guest blogger posts tomorrow. I will try to post it on the first day of the month. Only a few of my writing friends had the time to participate so I’ll do it once a month and see if it grows. Let me know by your comments what you think of them. I’m starting off with best selling author Robin Mastro. Enjoy!

Today I want to hook you up with some great links. For the last two years Mother has been gently leading my husband and I into an awareness of Mother Earth that we were lacking. It seems I’ve spent so many years focused on myself and others that I forgot about the bigger picture. I am coming to believe, especially after the State of The Planet 09 and Living seasonally webinars Mother did that I want to be part of the solution in choosing to be conscious of the choices we as a human collective are being offered. It started, as it did for so many, with An Inconvenient Truth. So much of what was in that film I had read and heard, but didn’t want to take it in because like most spiritual truths, once I do I have to change.

Mother Mary’s brand of change is gentle and natural. After seeing that movie, I began asking Her for the willingness to be a part of the solution as best I could. I forget so often that Mother’s way is effortless in how the outcome happens. I didn’t realize that my happiness flowed into leaving a smaller footprint. For most of my life I was a hard core consumer. I wanted it all and I wanted it now. I had so many emotional gaps to fill along with a raging sense of entitlement that conservation was only something to act superior about, but not participate in. Accepting and loving myself has allowed me to forgive the person I was because I love who I am. That love gives me the freedom to do things differently today, not because someone is making me feel guilty but because it feels right for me to do so.

I’ve said before that moving to Ashland has been a dream come true for me, what I couldn’t have anticipated was the plethora of ways easily available to conserve. We are surrounded by organic farms. Here the effort is to buy something from somewhere other than Oregon, Washington, or California. My husband planted a garden he is loving and it is loving him back. We have more zucchini and cucumbers than we know what to do with. Our neighbors have their own gardens. Because everything is so close I use my car less than half compared to Atlanta. My husband and son ride to school on his bike with a tag along bike attached for my son to ride. The list goes on. I don’t feel I’m making any effort, it’s happening and it feels natural. I love Mother’s Grace!

Here are a few links I really like.

ideal bite   is a great daily magazine that gives you tips and products that are eco-friendly.

The Story of Stuff is an eye opening video done by Annie Leonard in a way that is easy to understand and simple in it’s delivery. I get all her updates.

Flow the movie is a fantastic documentary out on DVD about water and who is controlling it and why. This is not a conspiracy theory doc. it is simply a deeper understanding of something we take for granted will always be there when we turn on the tap. My husband has been led to focus his business on rainwater catchment systems for homes and commercial buildings. It is so easy to save water it will make you wonder why we haven’t always built homes this way.

Food Inc. the movie is out in theatre’s now. Try to see it. If you eat food, you need to know what you are eating and why. It is fascinating.

Mother’s teachings never feel shaming to me. At times She delivers them with a sense of urgency, but that galvinizes and empowers me. The beauty is, I don’t miss the excess. It’s a relief not to consume so much so often.

I am so glad to be back! Sorry for such a long absence. My two week vacation became a month due to sickness. I haven’t been that sick for that long since childhood. It is good to be well again.

I wanted to write about an email I received yesterday. This is the first of it’s kind since creating this website. 

i opened your website and got a horrible feeling. i intuitively realized that you are trying to take  money from people selling trinkets and spiritual messages is wrong it is wrong for you to do that in the name of Mary…please stop trying to destroy the integrity of the metaphysical realm. it is wrong to make money off of things of a spiritual nature…it will cost you …not bring you wealth if it is of God…if it is from Mary…than you should be giving your gift FREELY…not for $$$$$. $$$$is the mark of the beast.

One word frees us from the weight and the pain of life…and that word is Love.
                          Sophocles

My first reaction was hurt that this person would send such an email. The second was anger. Then I wanted to respond by explaining why I charge money for what I do and how spiritual I am, to convince this person that I am a good girl in hopes that they will love me. After two minutes of that, I went inside and asked Mother for help. Her gentle reply was to let it go and write about it for closure. I have spent my life trying to explain and justify my actions to people because I had no confidence in who I was. I doubted everything I did, and felt I had to defend it in order to make myself matter. I’m grateful today that I am able to pause and pray for guidance. Rushing in was often my undoing. Today I can let this person have their beliefs and not feel it is my job to change it for any reason. But more healing than that, I can have mine. This persons belief captures the essence of a struggle being fought by many in the metaphysical community. So many people who are gifted healers, channels, and psychics can’t pay their basic living expenses because they give so much away and are unable to receive much in return. I have witnessed hundreds of people in this struggle, myself included, over the years. The stress that comes with living on the edge financially is debilitating. It often leads to sickness and eventually the inability to serve Spirit with the gifts they were given. I wonder how this person serves God and how they pay for what they use and have.

What this email did was create an inner dialouge about how I’m feeling about money today. The fact that I felt defensive tells me that my old beliefs are still rattling around inside. It’s been my experience that if I am at peace about something it doesn’t bother me at all. When I first started channeling I felt exactly as this person did.  I was earning money as a massage therapist and asking only for donations for my channeling. Almost everyone who came to experience Mother Mary through me left feeling better than when they came. Some came regularly but few people gave any money. On occasion someone gave more than the suggested amount, but it wasn’t enough to pay any of my living expenses. Mother suggested I look at my difficulty with receiving support. I had deep seeded beliefs about money back then. I wanted it desperately because how much I had defined my value as an adult person in this society. I was a failure because I had so little. And I despised myself for wanting it so badly. I thought it highlighted my lack of true spirituality.

Over the years Mother’s teachings about money have slowly changed my beliefs and have allowed more love of self and peace around it to settle in my life. Mother teaches that money is a neutral energy, neither good or bad. It’s value is agreed upon by the collective consciousness. Depending on the time and place, it has consisted of anything from seashells to gold bullion. Mother points out all the positive things that people do with their money by giving it to the arts, people struggling to find food, shelter, and clothing, people who are sick or displaced by war and natural disaster. And She points out the destructive things people do with money, pollute, finance war, take advantage of people to facilitate sickness and famine, influence governments solely to generate more money at the expense of the community. Charity and greed, both utilize money, but in the end have nothing to do with money itself. They are what wars within each of us. The issue isn’t having it or not having it, it’s what we do with it that matters.

With Mother’s grace I am surrendering my beliefs around money. In all that I do I take direction from Her. She supports me in all things. I don’t have more than I need nor do I have less. Basing my life on needs rather than wants has finally brought serenity to my scared, greedy little girl who was terrified she wouldn’t get enough. Mother has helped me to know deeply that She will always take care of what I need. I have never made much money doing what I do, and if I ever did, I know Mother will show me what to do with it and I will feel grateful to follow Her guidance as I have for fifteen years. Money has become a tool for me to help me live my life. It holds a more balanced place inside than ever before.Today I am enough and I have enough. Thank you Mother.  

I am struck today by my son’s generosity. Giving comes easily to him. I don’t have much experience with children. I was never the person who pined for them. I always believed them to be magical, but when it came to having one of my own I remained detached. That is until my son’s soul found me and I was gripped with a need to bring him into the world, not because my time was running short, but because it was him.

From the beginning he was open and generous with himself. He gave his attention where it was asked of him. When he was old enough he began sharing his food with anyone who fed him. Then and now he shares his food, books, and toys with people, pets, and the world at large. He gets genuine pleasure from sharing. He certainly has moments of being possessive with his toys but it seems very minimal to me for a young child. Because he is observant, he calls my husband and I to task when we are being selfish or possessive.

I am transforming my old beliefs about money and the hold those beliefs have had over me for most of my life. I’m not so interested in having a lot of it, but more letting go of the feeling that how much I have defines my worth as a person. As if I attach an unspecified dollar amount to myself and my life. That is not to say I don’t want to increase my ability to manifest more money in my life. The healthy part of me knows this need is based in going through the process of creating more because I need to know I can. I need to know there are no limitations in my life except the ones I place on myself. For too long I have struggled with blaming life and others for what I perceive is lacking in my life. As I take more responsibility for myself the more I want to stretch and see what I can do. I want to take myself out for a spin and see what this baby can do on the open road.

Like my son, I am generouswith myself in relation to others, but I am not with my money and things. I hoard. Yuck, not a great word, but there it is. I love buying presents for people, but I don’t just give it away, I still want something tangible to show for my money. I only give my things to charity when I am done with them. I know people who don’t have a lot and give so much away they are always in trouble financially, as if the giving cures them of their issues with money. Mother Mary is always reminding us to be clear. I don’t want to be clear with my money. I want to spend wildly and have the money elves replenish my supply without any attention on my part. If I don’t look too close I can continue to struggle with lack and pretend. Conscious living with money is a challenge. I tell myself it’s boring and tedious, that I’m an artist not a stock broker, all the time justifyingmy vague attitude.

Like most things it comes down to lack of trust in myself and Mother. I’m not good enough and She is a disembodied entity that can’t possibly grasp the subtleties of big finance. Wow that’s a set up. My mind is definitely not a place I should be alone. My son’s giving has a sweetness of spirit, without calculation or guile. It is part of who he is as a person. I was like that once and believe I will be again. I’ve come a long way with money but I now feel I don’t want to possess nor be possessed by anything or anyone, but Spirit.

I started the outreach program on my website as an action step toward freeing myself from lack. I found Casa De Milagros through a friend who is a friend and supporter of the woman who founded it. I love what she is offering the children and the surrounding community.  I meditated with Mother to come up with a percentage of giving from sales on the site that felt good. I hope to raise that percentage over time as I transform my old beliefs and free that generous child within from the confines of my mind. I am taking action daily to discover my needs and not exceed them so I don’t create a life too full of “stuff”. To give and receive freely is a flow that is coming more fully into being in my life. To feel enough is the need Mother is helping me to fulfill today. 

My son gave me the only ripe strawberry this morning from our garden with an open energy that left me feeling full before I even opened my mouth to eat it.

I want to start by saying thank you to Marcia. I appreciate the encouragement in your comment. I have been reading the Feingold group website and his books. Of course the better part of me knows what you say is true and I’m thankful it is from that place I am taking action. We are so lucky that we already eat along those lines so closely. Not to mention all the natural foods that are available in almost every grocery store. Support, support, support, can any of us get too much? I don’t think so. It always comes when it is needed.

I’ve been thinking about incentives or carrots lately. The two year process of learning to consistently show up for my dreams began with a trip to Ashland Oregon. Friends had recently moved to Ashland from Los Angeles. My husband and I had been talking about some day moving out West, but had not formulated any cohesive plan. My husband is shy by nature and feels uncomfortable around people. The night I told him about my friends, whom he had never met, moving to Ashland, he became like a dog with a bone. He got up from his chair like he was sitting on a tack, moved briskly to the closet and pulled out the road atlas. He found it on the map and announced, we should go and visit them. Let’s go for a vacation. OK, I said, wondering where my husband had gone and who this pod person was.

Our first visit took place a few months later. We loved it as soon as we saw it. For me it was a dream come true. It had everything I had always needed in a place to live. My husband was hooked. Our second visit found us meditating in Lithia Park, the crown jewel of Ashland. When our eyes opened we looked at each other and my husband said, I feel like I’m home.

Like most great small towns with culture, liberal intellect, and stunning scenery, housing prices were very high. Of course it is all relative. coming from a big expensive city, it would seem a bargain. But from what we were coming from it would not be realistic in the long term if something didn’t change. I knew right away that something was me.

Like an internal clarion call, I felt the time had come for me to end the repression of my passions and dreams. Everything I had done to this point had prepared me for this transition. I knew beyond a doubt that Ashland is what I needed for my sanity and serenity of everyday life. I felt done with spending 45 minutes on the freeway do get to the everyday errands of life. My husband was burned out on big city life as much as I. We longed for simplicity with cultural diversity. Ashland offered this plus a spiritual community where I would be considered more the norm. My carrot was money plain and simple. If it took more money to live in Ashland,then I was willing to do whatever it took to allow that into our life.

Mother helped me to see where I could make changes in our work together that held the highest possibility of generating more income. But here was the condition. I would have to step out of the closet and surrender the stranglehold I had been maintaining on the channeling and my writing. Oh but that carrot was so beautiful, hiking in the mountains out our backdoor, a premier Shakespeare company with new theatre, a college, and more spiritual diversity than you could shake a stick at, all in a town of 20,000. Damn. I admit it freely, i would not have been able to let without the size of that Ashland carrot. In the past I would have looked to my husband to be the one to make up the financial difference, but I knew this time it was up to us both.

The last two years have been a leap of faith. The carrot was enough to start. The miracle is that once I started letting go, showing up, and doing the footwork, I discovered I enjoyed it. what do you know. No wonder Spirit gave us a sense of humor. My husbands real estate investments got us out here in partnership with Mother’s grace, but my income hasn’t really changed yet. I get down about that and impatient as a child, yet inside I feel my soul whispering, I’ve got you, I’ll never let you fall, keep listening and loving. So everyday I show up for my life and trust that the home we have bought here will be paid for and anything else we need will be provided, and so far it is. Today I am resting in faith.

What is your carrot? I would love to hear from you.

We went camping this past weekend and I’m still dragging. This is our second camping trip with my son and it was almost as bad as the first. Without Mother’s teachings and presence in my life I literally don’t know what I would do. As my son’s behavior deteriorated on Friday and my lack of sleep contributed to the push/pull of Saturday, I began to gain insight into my son and myself. The naturopath we are working with has given my son a homeopathic remedy and recommended the Feingold Diet which contains no artificial anything. For the most part that is how we eat anyway, but as I began to look closely I saw room for improvement.

I read a review on the Internet of this diet and the only negative one I found was written by a young woman. She wrote of the living hell of being put through it as a child in the 80’s. Her mother shamed her and bullied her into trying to adhere to the diet which set up a series of lies she began to tell to protect her from her mother when she fell off the wagon. I believe the diet has merit, and want to give it a chance, yet I was unaware how much this article impacted me until this weekend. As an adult with a less than ideal childhood, I worry that somehow I will create a terrible one for my son. The first camping trip we did smores, which are so full of artificial everything, I don’t think they even qualify as food. The second, I let him have M&M’s.

It often takes what happened this weekend to awaken me to what my real motivations are. I am so afraid my son will hate me for depriving him of occasional junk food that defines a “normal” childhood, that I am willing to make him miserable by giving it to him. My own selfishness is so hard to face. I know I am a good mother, but I am also a recovering narcissist. It is only because of Mother’s love and constant grace that I am able to face myself and move through the shame and cringing to look for solution. She shows me I am normal in the things I feel and do. I can surrender blaming myself more quickly toady and remember to move forward no matter what.

I don’t shame my son. While I have compassion for the woman in the article, my family is not her family. With love, patience, and a lot of support, I can feed my son in a way that makes his life and ours easier. With Mother’s guidance, I can teach my son that there isn’t anything “wrong” with him, he just has bad reactions to certain foods and he might grow out of it or he might not. I can teach him to pay attention when he eats certain foods if he chooses to when we aren’t providing it so he can learn to make the choices that work best for him. I can’t be ridged about anything anymore, it’s too punishing, but I can let go of my worry about a future possibility of how my son might feel about me, and stay present to do the best I can. Food Is Not Love. But it can be used to punish or nurture. Today I will not confuse my fear of deprivation for what is best for my son. The diet may not be the solution or sticking to it might be more of a challenge than we think, but I’ll never give up finding solutions for my son and myself. Go Team!

As a new writer, I have discovered a big part of writing is the business of getting published. I think this is why the arts, as a career, are not for the faint of heart. You must be part artist, part sales person. I have learned to divide my time between writing and learning how to present my writing to those who may be interested in representing me. I have come to writing as a passion late in life. The last English class I took was English 101 in collage, 25 years ago. The only creative writing classes I have attended took place in the last six years and they have been inconsistent at best. I pick up Strunk and White, the grammar bible, and am lost in a sea of rules I vaguely remember. 

About a year ago I discovered a blog about publishing I have come to depend on. Nathan Bransford is a literary agent with Curtis Brown publishers in San Fransisco. He writes an informative blog with heart and humor. Within his blog he links to a vast array of blogs and articles throughout the publishing industry. His blog has helped me become serious about my writing and clearly sets out my footwork and what is out of my control. His blog is visited by about 5,ooo people daily. His guest bloggers are outstanding. If you are at all considering writing for a career or a lucrative hobby, explore his blog .

One of the biggest lessons I have learned from Mother Mary is that I am stronger when I ask for and accept help. Like most career additions, mine requires new education. I sometimes find it all overwhelming, but for the most part it has captured my attention and kept me engaged. I may never get published and if that is Mother’s plan for me I’m OK with that, but I also know if I don’t do the foot work as it is presented to me, my chances of moving forward as a writer lessen.

Practicing my dreams is a magical experience for me. All of a sudden I am surrounded with friends becoming best selling authors, publishing books, and writing them. It’s a little like buying a new car and seeing them everywhere. Mother is sending me all the support and education I need to blossom. I’m surrounded and loving it.

Over the years, Mother Mary has spoken often of resentments as one of the most destructive energies in a human life. As someone who’s default button was set on blame for so long, I have found Her teachings on this to apply directly to my life. I spent so much of my life terrified of my own and other people’s anger, that I turned it forever inward. I couldn’t stand up for myself, but I could blame. As I nurtured and fed that blame it lodged within my body and became resentment. I have no proof of this but it seems to me resentments have been the densest vibration in my life. They are heavy and sticky. They gum up my life and confuse my mind until I lose my way.

I resent those I love, political parties, institutions, groups, so many people I’ve never met. It’s been hard enough learning to own my feelings and actions, but to look around in the world and feel, yes this is exactly as it should be has been agony. Yet how many times has Mother taught us that accepting things as they are doesn’t necessarily mean we won’t change them. I’m coming to understand that resentment reflects my belief that I am helpless. It seems easier to seethe and vent about those in charge, rather than get up and take a positive action. Resentment was a way of life for me. It was a coping/defense mechanism. I thought it kept me safe. If I sat back and stayed bound up and frustrated in my smaller life, I would never have the space to have a bigger one. What is that bigger life I feared? Pain that comes with intimacy.  Leaving the surface of life behind and plunging into the depths has been the experience that has held my attention my whole life and the one I’ve feared the most. I always felt the risk was so high in opening myself to deep connection. What if rejection occurred? What of loss? Unknown to me for much of my life I believed it easier to hide behind my wall of resentments, never getting too close and risking too much. By believing I knew what was best for the world, I didn’t have to look too closely at what I was doing, what I was or wasn’t contributing to the collective.

If it was obvious to me that there was far too much hate in the world, what of mine? Was my hate of people who murdered abortion doctors any different than those same peoples hate of the doctors they were murdering? Even though the action separated us, the hate made us one. That was a hard truth for me to face about myself. Resentment is anger drawn out over days, months, years, lifetimes. If enough resentment collected, I began to hate. Hate is a corrosive and dangerous feeling. Having evolved past the desire to take someones life, I had to grapple with socially acceptable hate. But what I have discovered in myself is it’s all the same. I believe now my resentments, rage, frustrations all get swirled around in the collective consciousness, made available for anyone wishing to feed on it. Where does a change begin? Do each us us share the responsibility for the world as it is? I believe we do. Mother tells me the only way to help the world is to heal myself and I will be led to serve in a way that utilizes my gifts and strengths for the benefit of all. That is a big life to me. A life that feels full with connection and laughter. One that faces resentment, and despite the pain or discomfort let’s it go and finds peace. As I transform my resentments with Mother’s grace, I feel lighter. There is more room for all of life without excluding anyone or anything. It’s the best diet I’ve ever tried!

What or whom do you resent? What has it done in your life? How do you let it go? Leave me a comment and let’s get the conversation going.

I’m going to begin focusing on my blog in a new way. I’ve been thinking about this for awhile and Kris’ virtual tour sparked my desire to begin including women of wisdom on my own blog as guest bloggers, it being my privilege to know so many. Also, I will  include writing about other people’s blogs so you can discover all the great wisdom Mother Mary is leading me to. I love the cooperative spirit inherent in the web. In this post I have included an except from Kris’ new book Women of Wisdom. It was taken from Barbara Marx Hubbard’s key note address at one of the annual WOW conference. These speeches and Kris’ amazing story comprise this book. 

So I’m laying the groundwork for what I mean by an evolutionary woman, a feminine cocreator. Not only is she awakening to her equality, but she doesn’t want to be equal to men in a dysfunctional world. We do not want front seats on the Titanic. So we have a role to play in creating this new world.

I actually think that this quantum transformation—what Teilhard de Chardin describes as the Omega Point, and what Jean Houston calls Jump Time—this radical, non-linear exponential connectivity of what’s emerging, will happen in our lifetime. I think we’re going to see it, we’re going to feel it, and we’re going to be it. We’re going to help cocreate it.

We’re going to see that the crises on this earth are actually evolutionary drivers pressing us to give birth to what’s emergent in every one of us. Let’s think for a moment of the significance of women en masse not having the maximum number of babies they could have, and living longer because of it. I work with women in their thirties and forties who have chosen not to have any children; and they are passionate women. Where will their energy go? This is what I call the shift of the feminine from maximum procreation to cocreation; from self-reproduction to self-evolution. This shift happens through choosing a vocation with life purpose and through expressing the authentic feminine self.
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First we had to get just the basic rights; then we had to get the sense of equal rights; our identity and the freedom of our own bodies; the choice of reproducing ourselves or not; or evolving ourselves, or both. And now, we have a certain work and purpose that is larger, having to do with all humanity and with the evolution of the earth. Because may I ask you, who else is going to lead this world? Who? It cannot be those trapped in the existing dominating structures, whether they’re men or women. It’s not even about men—it’s about the structures, wherein you have to dominate and control in order to lead.

I believe the feminine cocreator is the evolutionary type that Teilhard mentioned so long ago, before he probably even had a clue that this was going to happen. The feminine cocreator is awakened from within, through the heart, by a passionate desire to express her gift, her vocation, and her purpose for the evolution of self and humanity. It is done out of love. It’s loving; it’s passionate.

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I am enjoying this book so much. I invite you to support and join with women and men everywhere as we transform our lives and our world.

Namaste’ Danielle

As a woman on a spiritual path I find have a desire for super model chic and a hippies sensibilities. As a result I buy most of my clothing at small boutiques and pay $50 for a hair cut, but rarely wear make up or blow dry my hair. High heels have gone the way of the Dodo and I’m no longer the sole supporter of my dry cleaner’s plush lifestyle. At times I revel in the choices I have as a woman to add color and beauty to my life through the art of dressing my body. And at others I rage at the changes designers make every five minutes in fashion that I am expected to adhere to. As usual I am a bird of many colors. My beliefs outside run deep within. I have yet to dance in the moonlight naked with my sisters to a primal drumbeat while bleeding on the earth and howling at the moon. When I think about it what comes to mind is the pain in my feet from stepping on all the rocks and forest debris and the romance is replaced by thoughts of a week on crutches.

I used to think to be spiritual I had to give in completely to my hippie chick, as if God needed my hairy legs and armpits to prove my devotion. Was make up just a mask? After the pads, restrictions, color, and fluff came off what would people find underneath? I spent most of my life growing up in the South where 99% of the female population had full face make up and perfect helmet hair in place before they came down for breakfast. My friend Brian tells me he never saw his mother without make up until he was well into his 30’s.

Now I feel I am finding my balance. I let my super model and hippie chick shop together. I have been pleased with how they dress me. Nothing is one or the other anymore. Everything is a fine blend, like a meal with not too many ingredients, that compliment and play well together in your mouth. Just when all this blending and peace is going on, at 44 I am faced with the worst indignity of womanhood…whiskers!

I look in the mirror and think, I’m becoming a man. I settled into the indignities of surprise menstrual moments, I put up with the archaic bra designs (what if you are a B1/2?), the possession of my body by my little pod person who grew inside me, the agony of breast feeding, and now mini pee when I have a big sneeze. But I draw the line at whiskers. Even my hippie chick is recoiling. My recent prayer to Mother, because if any entity would understand it would have to be Her, is that She provide the money I need for enough laser treatments to rid me of this scourge. If not will my husband and I shave our beards each morning together? Will we swap shaving tips, talk hockey, and snap our wet towels at each other in the bathroom? I admit I despair it will only get worse.

At the same time I recognize that I get to whine about this in my blog because I have so little else to complain about in my life. Whiskers as a luxury, interesting concept. Mother please just keep it humorous.