THE TANTRA OF CO-CREATION
The Tantra of Co-creation has recently been re-edited and combined with Twin Soul Initiations in the Dreamtime and Bodhisattva Planet to form the trilogy, Love's Greatest Gift: Cherishing the Flame.
Extract from The Tantra of Co-creation Section of Love's Greatest Gift: Cherishing the Flame
Shambhala
As I drive toward Currumbin, south of Springbrook I remember lying on the beach as one of the Shambhalan elders, stark white hair and a look of wisdom in his eyes whispered that he’d return to lead me where a people lived happily with nature. Today, I turn up Currumbin Creek Road and walk behind an old logger’s camp in Springbrook National Park, climbing a fence to a tiny swimming hole. Sitting on rocks in the middle of the creek, I greet a boundary between one world and the next.
Accessing worlds of Shambhala can sometimes feel like falling asleep and waking anew. As a forest leaf loses her branch of safety, handsomely fed, she is in one world. In falling to the forest floor, she is blown in ever-widening circles to the next.
Awakening in a forest, trees glisten by every name I have known them by and leaves roll and whisper as they remind. Everything I need is a given, drifting along just as it always has, clean water, nature’s food, a glory of a people. Singing in circles, birds of Antaria, a galaxy away, raise themselves beyond gates of Hades, beyond tempting rays of unforgiveness and dream of worlds where I have only caught a glimpse. I hear voices of trees, a long, calm whittling of the birds till my deep quest and longing for a forest garden in Africa remains.
In all the worlds I remember him by, these are worlds I remember best: We walk through braided forests, climb over the temples of our homeland fortunes, tie hammocks in the canopies of a land we blessed. Then Jemika returns like she’s the only elephant, reminds me of a power learned in grief. And if there’s a way back for her, there’s a way back for me, honouring the lovesongs of our centuries combined, only to believe in him again.
Well beyond doubt, I need only open my eyes to find myself awake under a canopy by the calls of one unbridled bird, nestling by a village where each forages and builds in a way of their own, a harmony of villagers returned to nature’s way, where each gives as they feel, a bounty of her nature to thrive. Here I am remembering to walk ways of a cherishment I expressed when I prayed with Isiah by the fire before I left Mother Africa. My childhood friend from the elephant kingdom Jemika freed herself from the sadnesses of that life and so have I, bringing together dimensions with courage, a pure thread.
Beyond dreamgates that guardian peaceful realms of the sacred, truth has learned its bones, and I too speak forth with honour, for where honour dwells, power breathes for warriors without shame. I dream their willing silences, mourning antiquities in these vast remnants of her silted valleys dusted completely by the fathers of the stars who beckon me to wander unknown, unfiltered and unsaid in the wilds of Goddess, who walks and walks again, lending her colour to the unborn stamens of life’s arrival, not in sheltered stories, yet in a becoming of ripened understanding, sought after by the richest men.
Her shining berries may not be bought or sold and only sometimes glimpsed through the doors of an Ancient world. Yet, by letting go of the pieces to life, one may find them as they were and feast upon the lucid flesh, unshaded by a dream and sated by the cause of love instead.
Here a thousand kingdoms of a life, reflect in his voice, a thousand hearts join in the heart of the One singing realms of freedom, a blessing of union made possible as I perceive All That Is moving together in a tide, honouring the highest bliss of all. As animals, plants, people and Gaia dream I catch glimpses of an African summer, well woven musculature tight under the sweat that lights his skin. Tigers turn to sing, and I’m lost amongst the rhythm of this sacred drummer, dancing in a wild tide, awakened to the jaguar within.
When I yearn to drink, I drink of wild water and when I sleep in rainforests for art, I’m grateful for his science. Where nothing may persist other than truth, then nothing may exist other than truth. Deep harbour, island water, lovers true, lie sacred for this silent space allows.
I know how to:
Feel the light of humanity’s offering
Recognise the gift of human emotion
Feel a feeling fully
Recognise the gifts arising from a feeling
Recognise how star temples may assist to bring integration to humanity’s experience
Witness humanity’s truth and light
Bring qualities of divine union to the heart of humanity
Honour the journeys of my family
Witness other’s journeys from my heart
See the truth of the way
Recognise where I may attempt to place conditions on my feelings
Feel the joy, grace and glory of the I Am
Feel humanity’s lovesong
Feel myself rising by the grace of humanity’s ascension
Feel myself beyond judgement
Feel myself beyond guilt
Make choices with compassion for myself
Feel other’s choices without judgement
Feel the beauty of my heart
Feel the light of the presence touching the heart of humanity
Feel the light of my soul’s calling
Witness the beauty my heart brings to the heart of humanity
Recognise gateways that bring my soul to integrity
Recognise integrity frameworks
Recognise integrity frameworks/gateways for a planet
Feel the integrity frameworks/gateways of a planet
Brighten in the heart of the One
Feel the truth of my integrity
Recognise where words have strength
Recognise a soul’s choices for integrity
Honour self, friends, family, and finances
Express my soul’s truth with discernment
You are the light, I am the love, together we shine the fortunes of these bright cities. I never knew we could rise amongst these stars I’ve hardly ever heard about. Way beyond Andromeda where creatures of a heart-dream don’t forget. When the lost ones wanted hope, I knew I had to trust the elephants. Now I find I’m trusting more in you, brave as you are true, reminding me we’re never really lost.
Extract from The Tantra of Co-creation Section of Love's Greatest Gift: Cherishing the Flame
Shambhala
As I drive toward Currumbin, south of Springbrook I remember lying on the beach as one of the Shambhalan elders, stark white hair and a look of wisdom in his eyes whispered that he’d return to lead me where a people lived happily with nature. Today, I turn up Currumbin Creek Road and walk behind an old logger’s camp in Springbrook National Park, climbing a fence to a tiny swimming hole. Sitting on rocks in the middle of the creek, I greet a boundary between one world and the next.
Accessing worlds of Shambhala can sometimes feel like falling asleep and waking anew. As a forest leaf loses her branch of safety, handsomely fed, she is in one world. In falling to the forest floor, she is blown in ever-widening circles to the next.
Awakening in a forest, trees glisten by every name I have known them by and leaves roll and whisper as they remind. Everything I need is a given, drifting along just as it always has, clean water, nature’s food, a glory of a people. Singing in circles, birds of Antaria, a galaxy away, raise themselves beyond gates of Hades, beyond tempting rays of unforgiveness and dream of worlds where I have only caught a glimpse. I hear voices of trees, a long, calm whittling of the birds till my deep quest and longing for a forest garden in Africa remains.
In all the worlds I remember him by, these are worlds I remember best: We walk through braided forests, climb over the temples of our homeland fortunes, tie hammocks in the canopies of a land we blessed. Then Jemika returns like she’s the only elephant, reminds me of a power learned in grief. And if there’s a way back for her, there’s a way back for me, honouring the lovesongs of our centuries combined, only to believe in him again.
Well beyond doubt, I need only open my eyes to find myself awake under a canopy by the calls of one unbridled bird, nestling by a village where each forages and builds in a way of their own, a harmony of villagers returned to nature’s way, where each gives as they feel, a bounty of her nature to thrive. Here I am remembering to walk ways of a cherishment I expressed when I prayed with Isiah by the fire before I left Mother Africa. My childhood friend from the elephant kingdom Jemika freed herself from the sadnesses of that life and so have I, bringing together dimensions with courage, a pure thread.
Beyond dreamgates that guardian peaceful realms of the sacred, truth has learned its bones, and I too speak forth with honour, for where honour dwells, power breathes for warriors without shame. I dream their willing silences, mourning antiquities in these vast remnants of her silted valleys dusted completely by the fathers of the stars who beckon me to wander unknown, unfiltered and unsaid in the wilds of Goddess, who walks and walks again, lending her colour to the unborn stamens of life’s arrival, not in sheltered stories, yet in a becoming of ripened understanding, sought after by the richest men.
Her shining berries may not be bought or sold and only sometimes glimpsed through the doors of an Ancient world. Yet, by letting go of the pieces to life, one may find them as they were and feast upon the lucid flesh, unshaded by a dream and sated by the cause of love instead.
Here a thousand kingdoms of a life, reflect in his voice, a thousand hearts join in the heart of the One singing realms of freedom, a blessing of union made possible as I perceive All That Is moving together in a tide, honouring the highest bliss of all. As animals, plants, people and Gaia dream I catch glimpses of an African summer, well woven musculature tight under the sweat that lights his skin. Tigers turn to sing, and I’m lost amongst the rhythm of this sacred drummer, dancing in a wild tide, awakened to the jaguar within.
When I yearn to drink, I drink of wild water and when I sleep in rainforests for art, I’m grateful for his science. Where nothing may persist other than truth, then nothing may exist other than truth. Deep harbour, island water, lovers true, lie sacred for this silent space allows.
I know how to:
Feel the light of humanity’s offering
Recognise the gift of human emotion
Feel a feeling fully
Recognise the gifts arising from a feeling
Recognise how star temples may assist to bring integration to humanity’s experience
Witness humanity’s truth and light
Bring qualities of divine union to the heart of humanity
Honour the journeys of my family
Witness other’s journeys from my heart
See the truth of the way
Recognise where I may attempt to place conditions on my feelings
Feel the joy, grace and glory of the I Am
Feel humanity’s lovesong
Feel myself rising by the grace of humanity’s ascension
Feel myself beyond judgement
Feel myself beyond guilt
Make choices with compassion for myself
Feel other’s choices without judgement
Feel the beauty of my heart
Feel the light of the presence touching the heart of humanity
Feel the light of my soul’s calling
Witness the beauty my heart brings to the heart of humanity
Recognise gateways that bring my soul to integrity
Recognise integrity frameworks
Recognise integrity frameworks/gateways for a planet
Feel the integrity frameworks/gateways of a planet
Brighten in the heart of the One
Feel the truth of my integrity
Recognise where words have strength
Recognise a soul’s choices for integrity
Honour self, friends, family, and finances
Express my soul’s truth with discernment
You are the light, I am the love, together we shine the fortunes of these bright cities. I never knew we could rise amongst these stars I’ve hardly ever heard about. Way beyond Andromeda where creatures of a heart-dream don’t forget. When the lost ones wanted hope, I knew I had to trust the elephants. Now I find I’m trusting more in you, brave as you are true, reminding me we’re never really lost.
