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Musings of an Awakening Spirit

Stories, poetry & general musings of Rebecca Haywood, a modern-day Shaman with a penchant for bringing the divine into the human experience.

The State of Union

The State of Union
Each year, the President delivers his State of the Union address— a report on the condition of the nation and a synopsis of his agenda. As I watched this year, I began to ponder our own inner state of union. Though the talk of body, mind and spirit saturates spiritual dialogue, we often overlook this union and hold aspects of ourselves as separate. We leave them to attempt communion with the intermediary of...
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How Big Are You?

How Big Are You?
In an age where many strive to starve themselves into a smaller jean size, we often underestimate the benefit of our grandness.  The grandness I speak of is not one of physicality, but rather the span of our reach.  Like a stone being tossed into a glassy lake, we each have a radius of impact upon the world and that impact continues beyond the visible ripples at the water’s edge. I recently learned...
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Politics of the Mind - Part I

Politics of the Mind - Part I
Though I once felt that politics and spirituality went together like oil and water, I now see that the political arena offers the spiritual seekers among us a great mirror for the way in which we use our mind against the truth of our free nature.   The mere structure of our ‘democratic’ process, organized into executive, legislative, and judicial branches, reflects the references in our minds through which we process any decision,...
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Politics of the Mind - Part 2

Politics of the Mind - Part 2
The Executive Branch of our mind, which we could call the ego or the identity of self, is wounded by a sense of separation from love.  Though our American government clearly needed to enact a separation of church and state, we as individuals thrive when we align our wills with the will of Love, or Spirit, or God, as you may call it.  No matter what one believes about the existence of God,...
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Politics of the Mind - Part 3

Politics of the Mind - Part 3
The Judicial Branch springs forth in our mind, but with a very different version of our Lady of Justice prevailing.  Her sword of reason is dulled by duality, her scale is skewed toward injustice, and her blindfold is woven by the frayed heartstrings of a victim.  For she, though beautiful as ever, is born in our heartbreak.  Before our heartbreak, we had no concept of injustice.  Life was simply cause and effect with...
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Politics of the Mind - Part 4

Politics of the Mind - Part 4
Regardless of how your personal scales of justice tilt, we all have dangled at least a toe in the waters of victim-stance and it is from this viewpoint of defense that we create our set of laws through our internal Legislative Branch.  These ‘laws’ represent the beliefs in our minds with which we navigate our lives.   In a domesticated mind, the beliefs are innocently formed in accordance to the common beliefs set...
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Rebecca's Memoir - Chapter 1

A new chapter emerges from an old story in which now I feel as a ghost, returning to a life that is no longer mine.  Was it ever mine to claim or was it a gift lent to a young girl in search of her truth?  In all certainty it was a gift; a gift of many gifts.  Like a Chinese puzzle box, each compartment was a treasure which revealed the key to...
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Rebecca's Memoir - Chapter 2

I remember the first time I sat and gazed into her eyes in that tiny healing room in San Diego, California.  Like the room, her little body didn’t seem big enough to produce the amount of light radiating from her presence.  I recognized her eyes instantly.  They accompanied my dreams on many a cold night in the previous Vermont Winter:  A mirror reflecting not the young face of my youth, but the sun-worn...
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Rebecca's Memoir - Chapter 3

The first instruction was to quit my caretaking job on the mountain.  This did not appeal to me as Mt. Mansfield had provided such a refuge, but I followed it anyway and packed my things to head for a new refuge, part two of the instructions, my family’s cabin in Maine.   I spent the month of August in Maine, completely alone and in silence.  This was a cherished place of childhood where...
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Rebecca's Memoir - Chapter 4

That North Star led me back to my dear friends in Vermont where I took a farming job up the road from our house.  It was here that I met my first teacher.  It came not as one person, but as a group of people who welcomed me into their meditation circle.  I joined them for a brief time, learning their chosen technique of meditation.  And it certainly was a technique!  It was...
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Rebecca's Memoir ~ Chapter 5

Though I didn’t know it, agreeing to travel with my Aunt Maria would put me on a direct path to my teacher, Sarita.  At first, all I knew was that the purpose of Maria’s trip was to intensify her apprenticeship with a man named don Miguel Ruiz.  Since she was a dancer, I made the assumption that Miguel was a dancer as well.  I even went so far as to daydream of somehow...
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True Love

True Love
True Love ridesOn the whispers of old winds, Down long-forgotten roads of forever, Through candlelit towns And snow-covered castles. Oh, my Prince,I must bury you now In this cracked earthof my heart. For in its chambers There sleeps my truest love. Your death bringsHer awakening.
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Rebecca's Journey

Rebecca's Journey
Life for me has been a series of awakenings, each leading me towards the next. We all experience these awakenings. I see them as invitations of truth knocking at my door. Although it is not always convenient or comfortable to let them in, when I do, I give myself the greatest gift of moving forward in my spiritual evolution. One of those knockings came to me atop a mountain in Vermont.  It was...
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Surrender

Surrender
I can no longer linger here, For the tide is pulling me Away from this island of illusion. I awake in dark, holding myself. I awake in light, falling through wind. Surrender looks not to where she might land, But whispers to Infinity, sweet nothings.
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Dissolution

Dissolution
Softened by the heat of the sun, I flow down this mountain side. Yearning for my re-union with You, I surrender to your heat, your fire; And it lifts me, that I soar invisible, Only to fall once again upon this Earth as rain wearing away her soils. Dissolve me from this earthbound grasp, That I may become one with You, That I may reach beyond this vessel of my experience, Beyond feast...
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Whispering Circles

Whispering Circles
A forest deer greets the morning sun. Today her blood will spill; the hunt has begun. But death or birth, who is to say. Life's just passing through. In the wind, she rides once again, Whispering circles down to you. From her heart, a Siren's song of truth That carried the seed that she planted in you. "Open your eyes", she said, "and gaze through me, Through me and into you." For in...
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Invitation

Invitation
We're two hearts beating, Two souls meeting, In the breath of a love unknown. We could dance in this moment; It could be forever. Our love only sleeps for its pleasure. So lay down your laws Or forget your cause; This love is constant in surrender. Resurrect softly, my Love,  And shed your bones at the door. Love shall be your maker.
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