The drive back home
The way he looked at me in the car – glancing over every so often, then sinking lower in his seat, looking up at me with those eyes. Smiling slowly. Present. Intense.
I felt happy, blushing, a little hypnotized.
He held my hand while driving, one hand on the wheel, the other tracing slow circles on my left leg.
The whole world stood still.
The energy between us filled the air.
No words – just feeling, just sensation.
Slow. Sensual.
I touched him lightly with my fingertips, feeling a tingling rush.
He touched my leg, our fingers finding each other, intertwining.
The kisses – where I looked at him with that knowing, seductive gaze – I was in control.
The drive home was the best part of the night.
We were fully in touch, in our bodies, in that current of Eros.
Tingling hands. Entwined fingers.
Then, he lowered the seats and we turned toward each other, smiling.
There was a divider between us, but it felt like we were curled up together – almost cuddling under the stars.
It was dreamlike, floating… slow… sensual.
To be touched by her is to begin the journey home…
TO BE TOUCHED BY HER IS TO BEGIN THE
JOURNEY HOME.
There is a band of women present on this earth who are carrying flaming torches for the evolution of humanity.
These women are rare, unique, highly-crafted jewels of the ancient feminine spirit.
These women possess more courage, resilience and perseverance than is fathomable.
These women have silently walked through thousands upon thousands of years to find themselves back here on earth, charged with the task of re-awakening the deep feminine soul to humanity and earth.
Emerging one by one from the etheric temples of Shakti in all Her forms, the Awakened Women plant their beautiful feet on the barren soil of earth.
Glistening with the radiant dew of communion with Divine Love, bodies supple and fluid with free-flowing Kundalini, Third Eyes wide open and streaming cosmic codes of truth, hair flaming and blazing with wild, unashamed passion, hands moving spontaneously to touch the wounds of Earth’s Soul and love Her back to Life.
The Awakened Women do not announce themselves as the Saviours of our Time. They mostly get on with their immense workload with devotion, discipline and immeasurable commitment to mission. All of these women will go through deep dives into their own accumulated emotional suffering arising from the suppression of the Goddess-Consciousness.
This karmic load of the feminine wound will inevitably reach a crisis point at some point during this lifetime, pulling them into profound self-healing and self-awakening.
When these women heal themselves, they ignite a domino-effect of healing and transformation for generations of females both past and future.
Not only that, the innate spiritual power of these women, who have spent eons devoting their entire Selves to serving the High Feminine, is so catalytic, so immensely creative and illuminating, so alchemizing – when these women pour sacred intention into bringing themselves into Wholeness, the entire Universe receives a body-full of oxygenated divine-blood.
If you have been pulled into the vibrating web of an Awakened Woman’s energy field, you will experience a spiritual change.
Firstly, no matter what you think, your Soul chose to connect with her. This woman carries deep and significant mystic information for you; sacred intuitive-based codes that are vital for the evolution of your Being.
These women all carry pre-arranged agreements that bring them into contact with specific people at specific times. Often, it is a carefully organised date that correlates with certain moon phases and transits of the planets. This triggers wave upon wave of awakening shifts within the energy bodies of the people who connect with them.
The Divine Feminine High Council will guide this band of women consistently for the implementation of their mission. These women are never ‘randomly’ placed. There is always a deep purpose to the connections and places that these women bring their energy to.
It is not always an easy task to carry the sacred Torches for the feminine awakening.
The only chance for opening to truth, to presence, to radiance, to depth, to healing, to unconditional acceptance, to trust, to being heard and seen for who you are at your core, to spiritual transformation – the only chance comes from listening to what the Voice of the Goddess is saying to you.
The voice of the goddess most likely is coming from one of the women I am speaking of.
In her own way, through divine timing and synchronicity – through miracles woven through her sparkling robe of Light
She is speaking to you.
One of these women is speaking to you, affecting your energy field, working on your Heart with vast quotients of Love, flooding your weary bones and aching flesh with sacred waters from her overflowing chalice.
You know her.
You could not have missed her.
She will not be the flashiest, loudest, attention-grabbing woman.
She will not manipulate, beg, or guilt-trip you into being around her. She does not work at the level of the ego. She works at the level of the spirit.
Spirit does not need to announce
Itself because It is …
Sophia Bashford. 
I counted my years…
“I counted my years and realized that I have less time to live by, than I have lived so far.
I feel like a child who won a pack of candies: at first, he ate them with pleasure but when he realized that there was little left, he began to taste them intensely.
I have no time for endless meetings where the statutes, rules, procedures and internal regulations are discussed, knowing that nothing will be done.
I no longer have the patience to stand absurd people who, despite their chronological age, have not grown up.
My time is too short: I want the essence; my spirit is in a hurry. I do not have much candy in the package anymore.
I want to live next to humans, very realistic people who know how to laugh at their mistakes and who are not inflated by their own triumphs and who take responsibility for their actions. In this way, human dignity is defended and we live in truth and honesty.
It is the essentials that make life useful.
I want to surround myself with people who know how to touch the hearts of those whom hard strokes of life have learned to grow with sweet touches of the soul.
Yes, I’m in a hurry. I’m in a hurry to live with the intensity that only maturity can give.
I do not intend to waste any of the remaining desserts. I am sure they will be exquisite, much more than those eaten so far.
My goal is to reach the end satisfied and at peace with my loved ones and my conscience.
We have two lives and the second begins when you realize you only have one.”
– Poet
Christmas Winter Village
The magic of Christmas is in the air this time of the year in Bryant Park, New York City. A part of the landscape turns into a Winter Village, a sight that includes a high-end skating rink as well as a light-filled holiday market. The air is filled with Christmas cheer.
“Le Caroussel” is filled with toddlers and kids donned in warm winter clothing.
A selection of decadent hot chocolate flavors can be seen. The subtle scent of s’mores leaves a warm feeling all around you.
Holiday spirit is in the air.
A Cupcake Experience
Are you more of a morning or a night person?
Let me tell you about one of my night-person nights. But first…
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Making cupcakes for the first time was quite a delightful and delectable experience. It was like an artist date! An artist date is a date with yourself where the only purpose is to play, be mischievous, and have fun. The event has one get in touch with one’s inner child. When one is fully immersed, it can feel positively glowing.
First came gathering the ingredients. Going inentionally to the cake section of a big grocery store for the first time was an experience in and of itself. There were so many choices on the shelves on both sides – from bake mix flavors (oreo? butterscotch?) to sprinkles (rainbow? glitter?) to whipped cream variations. The variety of adornments and ornamentation was abundant, displayed across the entirety of the aisle.
Looking into sample decorations I liked was an enjoyable experience, an artist date in and of itself.
The piping bags and tips were the main part of the process. I had ordered them and would be using these fine accessories for the first time.
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The final part came the decorations – the essence of the experience. There were a couple of events coming up, a Thanksgiving party, another Thanksgiving party and a meeting. My second cupcake was when I made the conscious choice to play like a child, and not be attached to how it turned out. I held the piping bags and tip, filled with chocolate cream, and took a breathe. “Here goes nothing!” I thought. I let my hands just play with the pressure of the bags, letting it flow without having any designs in mind. And that’s when the magic started to appear…
The sheer beauty and uniqueness of each of these dainty visuals was uplifting and transformative. The novelty was exciting as well.
One person close to me absolutely loved them. He wouldn’t let me share it with others – he wanted them all to himself. He complimented me a few times, acknowledging me as an artist and complimenting the beauty of them. He followed up by putting on a cake baking show, a genre which I discovered I loved!
Another 13 of his friends complimented me on them as well. That’s 15 people, including myself, who loved them! Celebration and positivity certainly added to the experience.
The whole evening was full of fanciful, whimsical and creative moments. I loved every moment of it!
“You are magical during the holidays,” someone said to me.
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I am more of a night person is my answer for today.
A Bucolic Encounter in Cabo, Mexico
I set my bag and hat down in a farm-to-table experience in Cabo, Mexico. The air felt hot amidst the backdrop of a late-afternoon sun shining across the fields of mango trees. Suddenly, I felt a solid movement under the wooden table…this baby doggie nestled by my legs under the wooden table solidly and comfortably, as if she had done so dozens of times before… Her beige fur felt short and warm…her body felt firm and robust…She wore a pair of dark, sad eyes, “tan triste y hermosa…” She had been looking for us…she had been looking for me…
I empathized with her deeply…I could feel her little heart was searching for a sense of belonging…for someone to show her love and care…but not just from anyone…I gently caressed her soft fur… In that moment, I became the possibility of her being embraced, soothed and welcomed.
For those momentary and precious three minutes, I recognized my animal soul mirror…my deep and momentary love. I was her caretaker, her nurturer, and she was my beloved…
And when the waiter came to carry her plump body away because our other guest was not as comfortable, I looked on with a sense of pastoral wistfulness and longing…I was the space for her sense my energies and to be back…
“A quantum moment is when truth’s rays seep through the cracking barrier you built against them.” – Wayne Dyer
Evening Inspiration
“Live the life you love…” In the dark of the evening, I write in my journal about the positive things that happened during the day…Included are the vastly beautiful emotions I felt…excited, happy, adorable, cute, happy-go-lucky…
My favorite time of the day has become the night time…on the gray sofa next to the big windows that are like a grand, three-dimensional painting of the city skyline, secretly filled with stars…
The solitude is sacred…insights emerge from the depths of the dark… feelings of elatedness are experienced…
The journal has become my happiness journey.
Inspiration: a divine influence directly and immediately exerted upon the mind or soul – dictionary.com
Merry Friends
I had a Adventurer for a roommate in college, during my early twenties. We had so much fun getting into fun misadventures which we still laugh about to this very day.
I am a Peacemaker, so I would follow her lead, and was happy listening to her entertaining stories. She is quite the irreverent spirit.
If I could be any other Enneagram type, I would choose to be an Adventurer. They have the most fun!
To Have or To Be?
Until Next Time…BE Your Best
John Hanley, Jr. – The Trainer of Transformational Trainers & Coaches
The Sparkled Life 