Higher Truth

Here’s a  fortune cookie that I found from years ago that I had saved.

“You have an ability to sense and know higher truth.”

and then I found this profound journal entry from 2002, the same time period that I received the fortune cookie….

“There are two kinds of truth; the truth that lights the way and the truth that warms the heart. The first of these is science, and the second art.” ~unknown

So if I use science to analyze the truth then I can use art to create that truth because with art there is so much creativity that lies from within and if I just keep searching and have faith then the perspective will stay clear because truth is truth and science is analytical and sometimes I like to consider myself a scientist because of my analytical ability to analyze so much and when I analyze I often discover the truth and that is that form I created through art. This leads me to a more meaningful and profound truth.


The Archers Arrow

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The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite.

She bends you with her might

As her arrow goes

swift and far

the archer sees the

mark upon the path.

The archer searches

truth.

Truth searches

the archer.

Through this place

the archer does

not want to

sting.

The archer only

chooses to throw

her arrow at what

should always be

known as

the highest truth.

I wrote this poem back in 2002. I am just now compiling old writings and putting them onto my blog. Thank you for stopping by and reading this post. May you aim high and aim true, pointing your arrow towards your highest truth.

Acquainted with the night

I have been acquainted with the night

with the night I am acquainted

in the night I fly away and

go from one dream to

the next because in the

night I am acquainted

with who I am

acquainted with truth

and truth goes far

beyond my consciousness

and through this consciousness

I am able to realize more about who

I am and who I want

to be

because I am

acquainted with the night

and in the night I

acquaint with you,

the moon, the

moon of what I need

to feel in this unconscious state.

I wrote this poem back in 2002. I am compiling old journals and putting them onto this blog for others to connect with and enjoy.

When all things align

Fall is here and as the leaves begin to fall, I am reminded of what it is that I am shedding.

After almost a year of feeling that I’ve been on my own personal inner quest, I am reminded of the things that make me happy. I am reminded of the simple pleasures that I wake up to everyday. It’s not the neighborhood that I live in or the car that I drive, it’s that I awake everyday with the attitude to do better than I did the day before. It’s also the meditation I do, the hot tea I drink, Pandora radio, journaling and moving my body that keep me smiling in the morning. It’s the sweet text messages my boyfriend sends me, the messages my Mother sends and the positive updates that I read on Facebook. I sometimes wonder what the hell brought me to Charlotte after living in places like Boulder. Then I am reminded by something that I feel or see that I am here on purpose.
Most of the time it doesn’t bother me that my social circle isn’t as big as it was in my teens and twenties. What matters is that I am surrounded by authentic, like-minded souls. It’s more important for me to love and be loved than to be popular and well known.
Sometimes people who I think I have a good rapport with delete me on Facebook. At first it shoots through me like a painful wound. Then as I move through the realization, I realize that it’s OK. They just aren’t in alignment with my truth and my purpose. When I realize this, then I know that I am living from my authentic self.
After walking into a furniture store today and oozing all over the beautiful furniture, I realized I don’t need it. Although I can buy it, I don’t need it. I have what I need. Actually, I have more than what I need, so therefore I know that I have a lot to give. Not just on a material level, but a spiritual level.
After I walked away from the beautiful furniture store and into a yummy place to eat, I realized, when I eat healthy, I feel healthy. When I feel healthy, I think healthy. When all of this aligns, I am living in my truth. As soon as I realized this, my intuition reminded me of this quote, ‘Happy people don’t have the best of everything, they make the best of everything….’
And so there it is. I am once again realizing that I am enough. I am that I am.

Red, Hot & Holy: A Heretic’s Love Story

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If we’re willing to shed our skins, layer after layer of our truth appears anew and demands action. Aligning our ordinary life with our evolutionary divinity is a path of fire. You burn. You grow. You burn. You grow. Constantly. The only stability is our trust in the process and our intuitive awareness that Love’s very nature is to Consume and to Call us Home. ~SERA BEAK

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When one person dares to speak her truth, it challenges us all to live our own.”” With “Red Hot and Holy, “Sera Beak offers a provocative and intimate view of what it means to get up close and personal with the divine in modern times. With a rare combination of audacious wit, scholarly acumen, and tender vulnerability-vibrantly mixed with red wine, rock songs, tattoos, and erotic encounters-Sera candidly chronicles the highs and lows of her mystical journey. From the innocence of her childhood crush on God; through a whirlwind of torrid liaisons and bitter break-ups with Christianity, Buddhism, Sufism, Hinduism, and the New Age; and finally into committed monogamy with her own red hot and holy Goddess, Sera shares transformative insights, encouraging us all to trust our unique path and ignite our own spiritual love affair. Sera Beak’s luscious writing and renegade spiritual wisdom that slices through religious and new age dogma made her debut book “The Red Book “a breakout success. With “Red Hot & Holy “she offers a far more personal book- an illuminating, hilarious, and above all utterly honest portrait of the heart-opening process of mystical realization. This hot and holy book invites you to embrace your soul, unleash your true Self, and burn, baby, burn with divine love. (via amazon.com)

I couldn’t put this book down. I just wanted to keep reading it and learning more. Sera has a wise, witty, deep, authentic experience with the Divine. Her journey is revealed in such an authentic, raw, witty, serious and deep way. Sera gets down and dirty without resisting anything. Her truth is seriously RED and red splatters all over this amazing book. Don’t expect to get all intellectual in your head as she writes and reveals the deep truth about what religion, spirituality, god (dess) really is. Just put on your red rose colored glasses and be ready for some red, hot and holy truth! I liked Sera’s work before I read this and I like it even more after! Sera is the real thing. Trust me. She knows what it means to be a spiritual being living in a human body……

A message from the upper shelf

Tonight was laundry night. It needed to be done or I was going to start buying clothes thinking that I had none.
I must’ve fumbled in the wrong place of the upper shelf in my utility closet.
I wasn’t doing much while the laundry was going. Mostly just talking on the phone, which my ear was starting to hurt so I decided to hang up. I hung up and got off my red couch and went back to the utility closet to fold laundry. While I was folding laundry I was thinking insecure thoughts. Thoughts of self-worth or for the lack thereof. My mind has a tendency to think this. It’s not my most positive place.
Also, when I went back to the utility closet I noticed an old yearbook fell. Not a hardback yearbook from boarding school, but a cheesy paper thin one from 6th grade.

When I opened it, I immediately opened it up to my 6th grade class. There were cute, friendly notes inside written by my ole’ pals from Wilson Elementary School. There was also a BIG blob scratched all over my face. I clearly remembered doing this when I got my yearbook. I still remember thinking I was the most awkward person in the class. My glasses were tilted, my hair was disheveled and my braces were shiny and polished. I also remember thinking my sweater was ugly and I looked like a big skinny nerd.
I was clearly insecure. I needed to open up that yearbook in that moment to remind myself of that inner critic who scratched a big blob on her face the day the yearbook came out.
I think this fell of the upper shelf for a reason. Whether it just fell to the ground or it’s an unknown cosmic encounter that happened. I’m open.

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