A song the sea sang through me one day. A song of love, a song of trust, of holding on and always letting go. We come from the sea. The water that birthed us, is the very flow of life that births all life on this planet. The flow of divine energy that is all powerful and all free-ing as well. For whilst we are loved and supported, we are also here with free will. The freedom to experience one wave of love whenever we wish to immerse ourselves in the Ultimate Reality, is always there. The sea sings of love. Unconditional and limitless Love.

The Sea

I look around and I see you In everything, everywhere and everyone: A Maian Earth Song my heart heard on October 30th 2011, my 35th revolution around the sun in this flowing, form called Juanita. 

I look around and I see you

Everything speaks in the conversation that the entire Universe is having with itself, through each of us, everything carries a message. This is what the moon said one day, as I looked into the daylight and heard a message being carried through the clouds and the air. The moon speaking to the Earth, always. Seen and unseen. Heard and unheard. Always transmitting messages. 

It is time. 

Warriors of Light rise up. We have arrived at the moment of our choosing. As the moon lights the skies, gently reflecting the burning love of the sun, some warriors stand gently. Some stand fiercely. Bravely looking within, confronting every single fear, knowing that every fear faced within, is a battle with the illusory self. For the actual self, is all encompassing, all loving. 

Warriors of Light rise up. Be all that you are.

It is time.

Lunar Love

Washing away the walls of the illusion, I sat in the garden and communed. The trees spoke through every rustling leaf. The Earth spoke through every grain of sand. The air spoke through every gentle, invisible touch. 

We are light. Vibration. Sound. As we cleanse our own bodies, our minds and our hearts we wash any illusory thought forms of separation. Returning to our essence. In communion with all life. 

So as the illusion washed away, the birds and I sang, one song.  

Washing Away

In death, everything is most alive. I sat in my room In Bahay Kalipay listening to the sounds of the night.

The trees. The wind. The insects. The moon and all the stars.

Twilight. Between day and night. Darkness and light gently dancing together, in a soft embrace.

Twilight. Between night and day. Lightness and dark caressing each other, endlessly.

This is a time of transcendence. A time of shift, subtle and most explicit. Direct and most vague. The time of twilight brings many truths to those who are awake to greet the sun as the earth turns once more to greet him. 

Let us awake at the twilight of our lives to discover that day and night weave into each other and there is no separation. 

Twilight

Transpiration. The breathe of a plant. 

Our inhale, is an exhale and our exhale, is an inhale. 
We breathe together.
Listening to the water change form, allowing more air to enter, by opening up the spaces within it. 

To transpire. To happen. 

So as the water undergoes transpiration, changing form, becoming vapour, dissolving into invisibility, so to does evolution transpire.

We are all plants in a garden. Trees in a forest. Vines in a jungle. Drops of water bubbles, transpiring....

Transpiration

A song that heard me, as I heard it. One day as I sat in the house in Manila, I started to send a message to some friends who were at the airport. A message via the heart. No email, no mobile, just the space of the heart. As I sent the message, a message came to me, through me. 

I listened, as the sound fell out of my mouth, the words speaking from a space that transcended my own thoughts, my identity of who I am, my life story, my failures and even my successes. I heard it and I fell into it, as it fell through me. 

She, that is awake in all of us, moves us when we see that she is there, within us. She is Earth Mother. Mother Mary. Quan Yin. Durga, Shakti and now more than ever, she is Kali. She is very much awake in me. She is in everyone. Every single one of us. She sings as he speaks. She is the song and the dance of all our stories being dissolved into dust. She is here to destroy our karma, as we offer our egos to her sword and say, yes, please chop off this head that speaks of essence and ego for in the end, it matters not how spiritual or how sinful for none of of it is real. It is only perception that our ego holds on to. 

So she sings of her return, remembrance and surrender for her birth is a death unto itself, and she destroys only because she loves the most. 

She is Kali. Kali in me. Kali I. I Kali. 

In the end, that is a beginning, everything dies and rebirths. For that, I'm coming, falling through the clouds, endlessly.

I'm coming, falling through the clouds

The red is the root chakra, a chakra being an energy centre within the body and thus a way of observing the self. The redness within us, speaks of security, survival and need. The earth is a chakra system and equally a place in time and space that we have manifested in order to observe ourselves, to discover our uniqueness, to feel a sense of purpose and to embody the very reason we chose to be here, on earth, in the Universe, in the form that is currently reading this, right now. Yet there is no need to feel secure, survive or even to serve our purpose. Anything that comes from need, breeds a sense of insufficiency. And we are always whole. When we choose to see ourselves as whole, we experience our innate Oneness with everything in the Universe. 

Within you, within me, within every being in existence are observations that are either rooted in illusion, suffering and fear or Oneness, bliss and love. And there simply is no separation between fear and love, illusion and oneness, as all is ONE. Within red rests the fear of death and equally the surrender to our innate immortality. This song arrived in me, here in the redness of the most fear, in Africa herself. Its a song of surrender, to dying the very need itself. A surrender to allowing the fear of death to transform itself into the love of living every moment, in surrender. 

I sang this song, as that which is Juanita surrendered to that which is bigger and smaller, louder and more silent than that which is Juanita. HE that is simply the magnetism holding me together as an observable form called Juanita, surrendering to HER, the electricity within, the flow of life that observes the impermanence of Juanita. I sang this song, as it sung me, in surrender.

Juanita Rea