You are fired!

Thanks to all my critical reviewers. I have news for you; you are all fired! Your opinion is not inspiring, soul searching or even interesting. You can give your opinion about me, but I choose not to listen. Your critical reviews are your private projections: your public outcries of your personal incompetence to contribute to the community. They tell me that you are not connected to your deeper resources. You don’t see me, you even don’t see yourself. Your opinion of me is your private affair, your personal repair and construction project.

Aeons ago, your criticism was positive feedback, it was a gift that came forth from the relationship. We learned from discussions that were an exchange of information. We could see each other and learn from each other. A critical note was a good reason for soul search. But this does not work any longer for me, since I have managed to make that connection with my pure soul. And this invalidates any rational discussion based on whose arguments are stronger.

Aeons ago I was too insecure about my value and my truth. I used critical opinions to examine myself. Criticism challenged me to test my truth. But criticism also hurts me, makes me angry, damages me and I loose precious time to recover from this to heal my soul. Not all critical opinions are said out of love. Not all critical opinions help to grow. Connected with my soul I experience what feeds my spirit, and what doesn’t. Criticism is not helping me to grow.

So I have decided to no longer need to waste my time to repair the flow of my soul. My inspiration is no point of discussion. I want to spend my time and energy to exchange inspiration with equal minded people. Connected to my deepest essence I feel my deepest truth loud and clear. So I thank all those who taught me for the task I gave them. But now the job is finished and you are all fired!

In the loving embrace with my soul, I long to share my inspiration and energy with equal minded. In unity with my loving spirit I feel alive and fulfilled with joy and happiness. I feel valuable, useful and important. I am one with my unique mission in this world and feel deeply how to contribute to the recovery of the Great Oneness.

So if you feel the need of spreading your critical opinion about me, my sincere wish for you is that you awaken from this moment and restore the sparkling connection to your own soul instead. In this way vision and delight also become a source of inspiration for you again.

Does that mean that I am no longer interested in you? I am interested in your joy, your creativity, your contribution to the beauty of the world. I hope that when we exchange the desires of our souls, we can truly inspire each other and celebrate our friendship in exalting joy.

 

Window Dressing

Staring at my smartphone I surf over the internet, searching a solution for my emptiness. Reading all the tempting articles of smart marketeers, I get sooo tired! I put away my cell phone and go to bed. I am done!

I pull the blankets over my head, hoping for a decent night of sleep: I don’t get enough rest from my sleep nowadays. I lose energy and don’t know why. Restlessly I turn from one side to the other. I turn and turn and…

… a great wheel appears. Next to it stands a man with red flaming hair. He shouts at me:
“Grabbing, blabbing, dabbling, fun and grief, I sell rescue, salvation and relief.” Then he approaches me and looks me right in the eyes:
“Are you a player, a seeker, a hunter? I offer excitement and sensation. The arrow of my Wheel of Fortune will point out your newest passion. As special offers I have now:

  • “Eternal beauty.”
    He shows me a movie wherein a surgeon does a major renovation on the body of an unconscious patient.
  • “Paranormal abilities, a golden business, good for great fame! No diplomas required and the product is everything you can imagine.”
  • “Wild sex, also immensely popular!”
    He looks at me squinting and I hear him wheezing.
    “Go on the internet, do as if you want a relation and bingo! From one to the other, piece of cake!”

He gives a swing to the wheel and I feel my mind starting to swirl. With bouncing heart I call out: “I am done with all the fake! I am disgusted by plastic imitation antlers and false gemstones. I have followed so many happiness courses, only to find out that everyone acts as if.”
I grab the nasty chap at his lapels and shake him up: “I search the pearls between the swine, do they exist?”

Then I hear a voice echoing: “Don’t let yourself be distracted by the Wheel of Fortune. Ignore the pointer towards the fake reality, focus on the axis of the wheel!”
Then a cute little girl with two pony tails comes hopping from the centre.
“Have you forgotten about me? I am knocking in your heart.”
“Why are you lost?”
“Because you joined the hide and seek game and let yourself become blindfolded.”
“How do I find you?”
“Only if you say goodbye to your sweetie: if you want to find me, first of all Narcissus must die!”
“Narcissus…  that Greek hero who fell in love with his mirror image?”
“Yep”, the child giggles, “he lets himself become enchanted by the as-if game.”

Then the voice echoes again. “To find her back, you need to detox. You have become severely addicted to all the window dressing. This is a form of environmental pollution, a lunacy caused by THE great spiritual disease of our time: capitalism. Only when you get off this enslavement, you will discover what is real.”

I look at the girl and ask her: “How do I do this, is there any help available to achieve this?”
“You will find me again when you let yourself being touched at the right place,” and with her little finger she points at my heart and says: Click here!

 

Schone Schijn

Turend op mij smartphone surf ik over internet naar een oplossing voor mijn leegte. Als ik stuit op het zoveelste wervende artikel van een slimme marketeer zakt de moed me in de schoenen. Ik word hier zó moe van. Ik leg mijn smartphone weg en ga naar bed; ik ben er klaar mee!

Ik trek de dekens over mij heen, hoop dat ik fatsoenlijk slaap: ik rust niet meer goed uit ‘s nachts: ik verlies energie en weet niet waaraan. Onrustig draai ik van de ene zij op de andere, vind mijn draai niet, draai en ….

… er verschijnt een groot rad. Ernaast staat een man met vlammend haar. Hij roept;
“Graaien, snaaien, raaien, vermaak, vertier, alle redding vind je hier!” stapt op me af en kijkt me recht in de ogen:
“Ben jij een speler, een zoeker, een jager? Ik bied spanning en sensatie. De pijl van mijn Rad van Avontuur wijst jouw nieuwste passie aan. In de aanbieding zijn;

  • “Eeuwige schoonheid,”
    Ik zie een filmpje waarin een chirurg een verbouwing uitvoert aan het lichaam van een bewusteloze patiënt.
  • “Paranormale vermogens: gouden business, grote roem! Geen studievereisten en alles wat je verzint is handel.”
  • “Wilde seks: ook erg populair!”
    Hij kijkt me aan met zijn loensende blik en hoor ik hem hijgen. “Ga op internet, doe alsof je een relatie wilt en hop! Van de een naar de ander, pies of keek!”

Hij geeft hij een zwiep aan het rad en ik voel mijn geest draaien. Met bonkend hart roep ik: “Ik ben klaar met alle fake, ik walg van plastic geweitjes en nepedelstenen. Ik heb gelukstrainingen gevolgd, om er telkens achter te komen dat iedereen doet alsof.”
Ik grijp het akelige mannetje bij zijn revers en rammel hem door elkaar; “Ik zoek de parels tussen de zwijnen, bestaan die?”

Dan echoot een stem: “Laat je niet afleiden door het Rad van Avontuur. Negeer de wijzer naar schone schijn, focus op de as van het rad!”
Dan komt er een schattig klein meisje met twee eigenwijze staartjes aanhuppelen. “Ben je mij vergeten? Ik klop in je hart.”
“Waarom ben je dan kwijt?”
“Jij doet mee met verstoppertje en laat je blinddoeken.”
“Hoe vind ik je dan?”
“Alleen als je afscheid neemt van je liefje; om mij te vinden moet Narcissus eerst dood!”
“Narcissus… die Griekse held, die verliefd werd op zijn spiegelbeeld?”
“Ja”, giechelt het kind, “want die laat zich betoveren.”

Dan echoot de stem weer: “Om haar terug te vinden, moet je jezelf een detox geven; je bent besmet door schone schijn. Het is een vorm van milieuvervuiling, een verstandsverbijstering die veroorzaakt wordt door DE grote spirituele ziekte van deze tijd; kapitalisme. Pas als je jezelf hiervan ontgift, ontdek je wat echt is.”
Ik kijk het meisje met een schuin hoofd aan en vraag: “”Hoe doe ik dat en is hier hulp voor?”
“Je vind mij terug als je jezelf op de juiste plek laat raken.” Met haar kleine garnalenvingertje wijst ze naar mijn hart en zegt: klik hier!

The Tarot and the Earthlight

While I am developing the Tarot Cards, I collect notes from everywhere. I have got several notebooks full with drawings, exercises and realizations. While I am working at each card I do experiments, I test every working.

It is a very inspiring journey for me, with a lot of unexpected adventures and realizations. I discover a wealthy world full of gems; hidden wisdom, a richness described in many sacred texts. In even my wildest dreams I never thought of being able to dig that up in myself.

The wealth that I reveal is far more rich than I dared to dream of before I started this journey. I discovered the Earthlight, a priceless treasure that illuminates every aspect of life and reveals the sacred spiritual teaching in every thing and in every being, a secret jealously guarded by the initiates of all ages …

 

Copycats

As an author I regularly notice how other people sometimes use my texts without giving me the credits for it. In some cases complete pages are copied and pasted without naming me as the source. The copycats think they are smart but they don’t realise that the energy is not the same when they re-use my energy.

The creative process is unique per definition. Without connecting to your own roots and sources, the end result looks twisted and unreal.

I give myself solace with the knowledge that there is nothing compatible with the creative process itself. The ability to reach those heights of inspiration, the experiences of exalting beauty that it raises. The changes in your inner world that it causes, the inner ritches, happiness, beauty inside. The outer work is but a residue of what happens on the inside. That is something no one can steal. The knowledge of how to get to that inner place is the real secret, because you connect you to a source inside that cannot dry out; that knowledge can never be stolen, it can only be achieved by work, work, work!

 

Don’t look back!

Today I am preparing the upcoming Temple Training. It is such a joy to be able to dig so intensively in beauty, because coming Sunday we will be investigating the Orphic Path; the Orphic Path is the spiritual path that works with beauty, nature symbolism and art.

Among the Western Mysteries there are beautiful mythological stories that contain hidden shamanistic techniques. The stories are world famous, but their transformational powers are forgotten by the greater public.

The stories are very evocative and that is the reason why great artists took them as their source of inspiration to create the most beautiful art: here the line between temple work and theatre becomes very thin. An example of such a story is Orfeo ed Euridice, Gluck wrote an opera around this ancient Greek myth.

Coming Sunday we are going to work with this beautiful story. I will be explaining the magical technique that is hidden in the story and we will work with it. I call this type of work Transpersonal Magic; it is a crossover between modern therapeutically techniques with ancient magical healing techniques.

The picture above is taken at a performance of Orfeo ed Euridice, it is taken when the Dance of the Furies was performed. Orfeo meets them in the underworld on his search for his beloved deceased Euridice. They challenge him to face his own fears. Something we also need to do when we want to outgrow our blockages.

When he finally has freed his beloved Euridice from the Underworld the most dangerous and difficult challenge needs to be over won;
Don’t look back, don’t look back, don’t look back!

When you are curious about this work, you can apply for an introduction meeting here

The start of my pilgrimage

At this moment I am working at the Magical Treasures of the Cave of the Fool – The Child from the Deep Waters. I am gathering my information, desciding on the material to create the Fool’s magical pouch. Everything is quiet around me, I experience a serene rest, the right circumstances to do creative work and becoming absorbed in the magical process of contacting the right energies.

‘Do you want to visit a village?’ my husband invites me to go for a walk.
I think I can need a distraction, creating these boxes is most of the time an inside job, in the house and in a visionairy state. I could use some fresh air and a nice walk to stretch my muscles.
‘Where do you want to go?’ I ask him.
‘I have heard that Ghent is a beautiful mediaeval city, I would like to visit it’.
‘That sounds interesting’, I answer and off we go.

Ghent is at a 1,5 hours distance from Rotterdam. We go there on a windy sunny day. We walk around in the center and along the canals. We admire the old fashioned houses, windows beautifully decorated with statues; what a love these ancient builders put into their work. I realise that this was made by hand and only with very primitive materials.

Along the walk the thought crosses my mind whether this small journey will give me additional information about the tarotcard The Fool and about the Cave: The Child of the Deep Waters.
‘I will show you, don’t worry’, a trusted voice speaks in my head.
‘Now I am really curious’, I think, I cannot imagine what He has planned.

We walk along the canals, we visit the old castle in the middle of the town. In my mind I fill in the details in every room; this is where they had dinner, this is where they stored their food. I see how it was both a place for a family to live, and a fortification for the village to offer shelter in times of an attack. Going down the dungeons I discover the reason why the tourist shop of the castle sells little ghosts; my god this place is haunted!

Then we sit down near the Fish Market to drink a cup of coffee and I point out to my husband the beautiful statue of Poseidon with his Dolphins.

‘Still no Fool’, I think…
‘Don’t underestimate me,’ the answer is.

We continue our walk, now on the way back to pick up the car, when a strong ghust of wind pushes us around a corner. Then I see it, the Mason’s Guild Hall, with on the roof ….. my eyes become big, I gasp for breath, feel goose bumps all over:
‘Is six fools dancing on the wind enough confirmation for you? Count on it, the Cave is activated.’ and I hear a hilarious laughter.

More about Bees

Today I am contemplating the quality of the materials I am going to use for my products in the Magical Treasure Boxes. I am looking at my stock of beeswax. This is such an interesting material; by choosing this for some of the items, I support the bees and the people who take care of them. The question I am asking myself is: ‘Can I avoid the use of lesser quality materials such as palm oil?’ The demand for palmoil is one of  the reasons why big companies are cutting down rain forests and cause gorilla’s to loose their natural habitat.

The choice of materials is a delicate balance between availability, quality and price. But it is also a statement. If it is true that big companies are overtaking the power of governments, then you vote as a consumer in the supermarket, with your wallet: instead of at the elections. This is something I am very conscious about.

I think the temples should pay attentention to environmental issues because we work with nature symbolism. We read about the ancient methods of producing products where spirituality and sustainability was an integrated part of the production of goods: Ora et Labora, pray and work at the same time.

Yes we can use the cheep paraffin tealights in our ceremonies, they also produce beautiful light. But where and when is it possible to make better choices? Maybe we need to do this step by step, research what the better choice is, and if affordable make the nature friendly choice.

So I decided to approach this issue with a little affirmation in my head:

I MAKE THE BEST POSSIBLE CHOICE
UNDER THE CIRCUMSTANCES I AM IN,
AND TO THE BEST OF MY KNOWLEDGE

I am very curious to hear from you if you recognize this dilemma in your life and how you deal with it?

 

 

The Mission of the Bee Folk

I hear the call of the Queen Bee
and I awaken from my slumber
‘It is time to start our collective mission
to feed the Hungry Ones with Milk and Honey’