The Voice Speaks

If I boldly and courageously shared a message with humanity right now, I would say this:

We cannot continue how we have. Our generations judge each other – do we listen?

What about the voices who cry out in the wilderness?

It is time to see that we have been pawned by society, and used as fodder for an outdated and crumbling ethos. We carry this within us. This is why it is hard to face, because we carry this, which is the worst virus of them all….

Corona virus is something… but this is something else. Corona is a wake-up call to the ruins we are making for ourselves, the shores of flooding seas we are building cities on, and the shattering earth we are planting seeds in for future generations…

Mourn. Yes, comfort is far away. To mourn is our solitary comfort.

This is our breakthrough.

It is not the political system which is the problem, nor our jobs, nor our families… No, it is us. The seed of pain and conflict is lodged so stubbornly in our bones. It is time to stop looking outside for the answers. They are not there. And the more we look outside, the more it will crumble. Come home, come home, come home…

Where is home?

Where do we choose to invest?

Why are so many abandoning self-sustaining livelihoods for rat-race driven careers?

We look at other worldly systems and judge them for their poor work ethics or slavery, but our society does this to itself – every single day.

We think: Oh one day we will stop, take care of ourselves and families. But we still carry on.

No. The decision must begin, in some form, today. Now is all we have. Tomorrow is birthed from today.

A good meal isn’t the answer. A massage isn’t either. And neither is a long night’s sleep… No: Making a committed and fearlessly responsible decision is our one solution.

It will cost you, for sure, test you and discipline you. But this is far less the cost of turning a blind eye and choosing an ‘escape’ through the mantra of ‘carry on’…

It is urgent now.

We are at tipping point. Every moment counts. That is why I am writing right now at 1 a.m. in the morning. I want to sleep. But: my heart is undeniably awake.

Sometimes a good response seems at odds with what our natural habitual urges dictate. Don’t be fooled. We are creatures of habit, and this does not always serve our evolution. We must learn to stand in the tension, the conflict, and cry: ‘Let it come!’

Only in the flames of intense pressure is a diamond formed. It would be so easy to opt out. No – this is not the time.

Don’t fool yourself: Self-love is good. But taking a bubbling bath with luxurious oils is not timely when your bathroom walls are caving in and a burglar is encroaching upon your home…

We have to learn to get up when we don’t want to. 

“Awake Oh Sleepers”

Sleep we shall, bathe even, but first: we must make sure we have made a firm, and absolutely resolute commitment – to ourselves, our families, our communities:

One which will steward us securely and sustain-ably into the future,

One which daringly seeks to honour the natural rhythm of our bodies, our planet and our delicate interdependence,

One which provides us with full sovereignty and material security – not dependent on foreign sources,

One where we can stand on our own two feet and know the Earth beneath us.

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Let what needs to fall, fall away… Step forwards, oh free beloved one. Come with what you have, it is enough. Stand your ground. You are your solution. Your prayer is answered. Now is also the time of Amazing Grace, the grace of yourself.

There is no one else but you. You are waiting for yourself, every day.

Don’t let yourself down. Don’t abandon the most important responsibility you have: to Yourself. Abandon that, and you have abandoned all care for anyone/anything else on this Planet and the Heavens…

Receive this 

The time has come, for you, for us.

Offer yourself the gift of FREEDOM. 

And take it. Don’t forget to take it.

Live this.

OH! Be the living expression of your Soul’s freedom. 

In this moment…

Now.

In Greatest Love for All, Amen. 

Art: ‘Cassandra’ by Evelyn De Morgan (1898, London); Cassandra in front of the burning city of Troy

Death Invitation

I am feeling how present death is.

Wow, the call to surrender…

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I am standing before the cross which Christ so magnificently portrayed,

Arms wide open. There is no end to the fullness…

I see the pouring well,

I also see Mary with a jar of oil, pouring at his feet, caressing his whole body.

When we go down to Hades, we go prepared.

The nourishment of the oil speaks of anointing.

Anointing is the natural support and comfort for Who we Are.

The essences of the oils help bring alive our very essence also…

Together with the nature of oils it is as if we dance,

A weaving of harmonies, calling us, beckoning us beyond and beyond again…

‘Will you come with me? Will you go there too? Are you willing to accept?’

These are the questions we have already romanced with,

Already pondered, mulled, and reflected upon…

And, we said: YES.

We took the invitation to melt into the earth below,

To give way our frail structures of existence,

To let out our deepest exhale.

Not to die physically,

But something much much more than this…

There is a hidden mystery which lies just beyond the horizon,

A little beyond the cusp of the hill’s crest,

Beyond the crashing wave…

This is a doorway, perhaps trapped door, in the floor

Beneath right beneath our bare feet

The spiraling staircase meanders the caverns of all souls…

You are transported back to such innate senses of yourself,

The smell is potent, sometimes nauseating, sometimes delicious,

You feel damp, moist, yet warm and dry,

And you taste, something bitter as rotten bread, and also, like honey…

You cannot make sense of these dual sensations, but all you can do is receive,

Openly, vulnerably, tenderly…

With some careful, slow, humble steps, you begin to arrive at an epicentre,

A zenith of core feelings, intensity, deep, profound gnosis.

This is where you see the very image of yourself,

Starring incessantly back at you, eye to eye, mouth to mouth, hand within hand…

You realise you are in an embrace,

At this split second you feel your soul enraptured in a sort of wind,

A wind which quickly develops into a thundering hurricane around you,

You are wrapped in relentless whirlwinds,

Calling, carrying and transporting you, all of you, into an ever closer state.

The DNA within the strands of winds, they are yours,

Written in the books of life, imprinted for you to find in the tomb of tombs…

You remark upon ancient symbols painted all over your skin,

Glowing alight, radiant with golden streaks, beating to the rhythm of your heart.

You peer at what you thought never existed.

You feel the encasement of your strong, beautiful body…

Fully present, yet completely ethereal and other…

Here you are transformed, within one moment.

The death peel has chimed,

And You Are In Bliss.

You knew nothing of death.

You did not know that en-robed by the pitch black of fear, was: love,

You did not know that by not knowing, one begins to know one’s Soul

You did not know that Soul is more than sole…

Death is something else and more than you thought,

And yet, you know so much less.

Thoughts cannot fathom, though you try…

Somehow your mind is not running as it did before,

And your heartbeat is soft and calm.

You feel the pulse of creation within your very essence,

Coursing through and through you,

As if you were the rivers of life itself.

Your channels are pouring across the Earth’s plains,

Joining, linking, swelling with so many others…

Sacred waters, pure tears of surrender, mourning…

Held, cupped and embraced by the wells of Mother’s earth.

Whole lands, civilizations, species of all living creature come to drink at this Oasis…

This communal, shared, whole source.

Moment by moment you recognise shoots of green are appearing upon barren wasteland,

Once ruined by war, famine and disaster,

Drenched by oils of profit, nuclear waste, and toxic poison,

Now utterly and completely enveloped by rushing, cool waters of delight…

The squeals of joy, oh the ache of longing, waiting….

Fulfilled.

The cries of abandon, unmet justice, broken voices…

Heard.

The tragedy of rape, murder, annihilation…

Fiercely witnessed.

At is at this point,

When life meets death, and death meets life,

Within the very caverns of yourself,

In this wild and ecstatic union of what seemed unfathomable,

Beyond any possible imagination, thought or dream…

That you realise one significant and eternal truth,

A truth that will shatter and rebuild all of humanity’s imprint…

That life is not without death,

And death is indeed the very kiss of life…

The exquisite marriage bed of the two.

Death is the invitation to Life,

And Life is the invitation to the same.

Forever and ever,

Royally en-robed as One,

World without end.

Blessed Be.

Love, Fear and Revolution

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Flowers similar to those I saw today; pure and unrefined, smelling exquisitely.

Today we have a bold moment where Venus conjoins Uranus. There is an absolute commitment to going the way to Revolution for ourselves and our Security on and with Mother Earth. Venus and Uranus call us to rise in true Love for ourselves and one another, through material security’s abundance. Which means: food, clothing, sensuality, emotional, practical, physical, home, land etc…

Taurus is an Earth sign of feminine embodiment in long-term, ongoing, reliable and stable grounded-ness. This may rise questions of how can I fulfill this? It may also raise fears if we feel lacking in this area. We actually don’t need to believe these fears, but look them in the eyes and see them for our desire. Yes: we desire to have true and trusted security, sovereign and noble. How can we do this? Taurus is Earth element, which connects mutually (‘trines’) to Capricorn and Virgo, the two other Earth zodiacs. The sacred devotion to life on Earth is supported by fiery Mars, and powerful Athena (Pallas) currently positioned in Capricorn… there is no holding back. Suddenly we are armored for battle to take a stand, and masculine force is fiercely cold-hearted about how to do this.

We may want to lean into Venusian femininity to balance this powerhouse. This intensity of masculine force for change will increase as Mars approaches Jupiter, Pluto and Saturn, so the more we can walk the narrow way of balance, between action and surrendered trust, the more centered and empowered we will feel to actually be this change we are longing for.

There is a sense of urgency and panic, particularly as asteroid Wuhan (epicentre of Corona virus) conjoins Pluto and Saturn. Do we buy all of the rice in the supermarket, wear a mask, wash our hands 1 million times a day? But this fear mongering is not how we move forwards. Though, it does jolt us awake and get us thinking! Hmmm… ‘so how can I look after myself if I needed to live off the land and local community?’ This is really great thinking, and all the earthing elements truly support us to dig deep into this desire.

Taurus is about the small every day choices and our reliability to follow through. So, in truth, these desires for security that we have, can only be achieved in disciplined daily steps, not in frantic over the top spending sprees. Which actually only lend us further into the system of money and institutional dependency…

Meanwhile, our Moon is moving through Virgo, our third Earth sign. She is grounding us in how we might figure out these details for our manifest provision. The perfectionism and particularity of what we need. Not what we don’t need.

The FULL Moon is the Virgo and Neptune polarity. So, the Sun is in Pisces, and will have just moved on from nestling with Neptune. The scales are falling from our eyes: we have the choice to choose to live in our own illusions about the future, and what constitutes responsible action towards holistic well-being, or to soberly act in accordance to our Soul’s guidance. Either we continue to choose ‘escape’ through diverting our attention away from our fears, or we race wildly into them and allow ourselves to be 100% present with ourselves and our circumstances. This can be harrowing, as we realise perhaps how much actions is required. We can choose to step forwards boldly out of love for all humanity, and knowing that we will be absolutely guided by good timing, plans, and everlasting embrace. It doesn’t need to be overwhelming. Things don’t always appear to be nice or comforting at first. This is the fierce shepherding of our Mother. A mother who is so committed to her offspring, that she will yank them away from the edge off the cliff when they’re about to wonder off into oblivion. The ‘yank’ is firm and jolting. It might be a 90 degree change of angle, a total upside-down dismantling, or a total revolution. However we experience this, we are returning Home. To ourselves.

It’s time to get the details down, to set our mind, body, emotions to the task of preparing ourselves for change. We know the road map: it is etched into the fabric of our Soul. We no longer need the patriarchs, nor the matriarchs; the idea of someone offering us salvation, or being enthroned within our heart. No, we decide to courageously own our sovereignty. Not without the support of others, of all divine entourage… But this time we shall move together, as one. Equally, beautifully, lovingly. There is no one ruler, but a family of hearts, joining together in Love.

Love is in the details, peace is in the action, beauty is in the every day choice. The choice of commitment to rise up, to unravel our potential to fully present ourselves here on Earth; at one with the land, our interdependency, and our stewardship thereof.

The good news is: no one can save us but ourselves. And we are so much more than just ourselves…

The journey beckons…

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The bud unfurls, with the promise of Radiant Love

MOST LUXURIOUS HOT CHOCOLATE IN THE WORLD!

This morning I wake up knowing that it is time to love myself more.

Not because I am egotistical, but out of genuine surrender to love all living beings.

When we apply self-healing balm of intoxicated passion for ourselves, I believe we are doing this for all.

We have to be in love with who we are, I mean literally: to fall in love.

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How does one do that?

We have so many narcissistic players on the stage and collective pains of inferiority. How can we make this bold leap, towards something which feels so dreadfully taboo?

Faith, and severe acts of bravery, of ‘silliness’…

How do we know ourselves, the gnosis of pure love… I don’t know.

We simply choose, every day, a simple act, thought, gesture towards ourselves, and give this in the most carefully loving authentic way we know possible.

These small acts of great kindness develop day by day. It is only with small acts of great love that we can change the world, as Mother Teresa said.

And so, the birth of the Most Luxurious Hot Chocolate in the World:

Ingredients:

Your self-love, above all… rally as much as you can bear, recite how you love yourself (left hand on heart can help), speak over the making of the drink all your prayers and affirmations, truly endow the birthing process with how you want to birth your fully loved self.

You are making yourself the most luxurious hot chocolate in the world, truly feel that in your bones, feel the delight of receiving such a gift today, that you would do this, just for yourself.

You decide the nutritional ingredients! Make it decadent, full of mood-boosting elements, hydrating and super yummy. What do you hold back on giving yourself? Maybe an expensive powder, a medicinal honey, a creamy milk… Give an extra spoonful of this.

To give you an idea, today I chose:

Homemade milk of pumpkin seeds and a few almonds (made with water, but it would have been pink coconut water if I had it to hand – so good).

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Two spoons of Anima Mundi’s Mocha Mushroom mix (my decadent choice which I like to hold back on!)

Spoon of raw honey; & of Lucuma powder

Spoon of Lecithin granules

Half teaspoon of Shatavari

Cinnamon; salt

I warmed up the milk then mixed everything in the blender.

 

Place yourself somewhere special, warm, cosy, perhaps with some music on… sip and meditate on your pure Love, Abundance, Exquisite Self… Dream and Be.

Sacred earth woman

 

 

 

I see the Light and the Dark, and All is Well

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I am studying astrology, this blesses me with a certain understanding of the seasons. At the moment our Sun is in the zodiac of Gemini. As I travel through the month I like to observe and see any patterns which arise, as I learn about the qualities of what Gemini might radiate through the Sun shining upon us. My perception develops through personal experience, and becomes my own understanding, through my eyes. Presently I have been meditating on the dual aspect of our existence. We have both the light and the dark, black and white, good and bad. As my wonderful astrology teacher likes to put it: it is as if we are playing in a video game. A game where some of us play the role of Mother Teresa, and another the role of Donald Trump. And we can all interplay many roles simultaneously across our lives. Which one is right, which one is wrong?

The problem with pitching evil against holiness is that we end up in a thought pattern that something is inherently wrong with the world and we need to fix it. Whilst I do feel that we have an important empowered role to play, it doesn’t seem supportive to me to believe that something has gone awry. Contrarily, I do radically feel that every action which has harmed me, challenged or knocked me down, has always worked for my greatest good. This would suggest to me: what if the apparent evil in our world, is a mirror to us, asking us to look within and see how we are motivated to act in response. Action not from a place of pain, helplessness or egoistic ambition, but because what we see and feel awakens our inner mission, in purity, service and joy. We realise that the catastrophe we observe resides within us too, and is not isolated, but collective. It doesn’t need to be an us against them campaign any longer, but a laid-down act of love for all. When we cease from judging we open up our gateway to trust. To not just trust ourselves, but to trust the Divine, the Life force at play through all living beings and circumstances. If harmony is the structure of the Universe we live within, then orchestrated patterns are the make-up of our lives too: as the petals spring forth on the radiant sunflower, so is our beautiful existence and interplay. One of our key fears is: am I ok, am I secure? Can I be me? We believe there is something we must do to survive, or to set something right, like an ever-rotating wheel. Nothing feels completely ‘right’. To suggest that it is not already in tune with glorious harmony, on some level, is to set one’s self at odds with the self. If something is wrong, then surely everything else is wrong too! It is much harder to accept that maybe I am okay, that perhaps I can accept myself and the circumstances right now. This is the tipping point, where we realise that the acceptance is spinning through time, and actually carries us out of the current difficulty. When we choose to let go and say ‘yes’, we begin to see that this wasn’t who or what we were in totality anyway, and we open the door to a much larger perspective. When we stop fighting against, we begin to receive our solution. And in this revelatory brilliance, we realise the perfect and ‘collateral beauty’ of each and every predicament. It is simply mind-blowing. We are not here alone, and we have much more support than we could imagine.

It is indeed controversial to suggest this. Often thoughts of sexual abuse, human trafficking and war come to mind. I contemplate this and wonder, ‘and Beloved…even these?’ This comes down to the question: do we choose our path, in the Divine embrace, before we enter our life on Earth? And if so, then that implies we chose to experience the tyranny of pain if at war, or at the hands of the abuser…is there a lesson to learn, a wound to heal which we are acting on, for the love of all creation? Perhaps, and what a deep dive. Paradoxically, the yielding to each scenario, prayers of ‘may it be unto me as is Your will Beloved’, provides our empowerment to understand why this is occurring and how we are motivated to respond. Whilst I was training on the mission field in Mozambique, as I learned from incredible communities from war-torn nations, I was profoundly moved by their heartfelt surrender to the Divine. It is in such places of desperation, that all one can do is to let go, to pray, pray, and pray… I see that the surrender crowns our sovereign identity which encompasses and extends beyond our human existence. We lay down in humble awe of the greater story at play, and in so doing give our truest self the permission to act on our behalf. We choose the narrow path, where we cross over between going left or right, here or there, and simply stop, poised for the Heavens to open as we extend our arms wide. And there it is, in each and every moment: the doorway between each tight situation. This is how I see points of contrast posing as ultimate pillars of access to something greater. The opposition is not a threat, but an invitation in disguise. The two become one. A miraculous child is born.

Likewise is true for our inner self. We do not need to fight between our light and dark selves…which are here within us for a holy union, opening up a lush valley for us to venture through. There is actually no shame. Nor is there a prize for all our good deeds. If we could understand this truly, I think our planet would radically transform in love. In another post I will write more about this inner landscape of dark and light. I feel it is so important. The disclosure and unveiling of shadowy secrets must take place first within us, before we can fully experience peace among us.

Enjoy the season of fluttering thoughts, of bouncing between opposing ideas! All the time knowing that we make our own space between the two, and can plant ourselves firmly in the ground, wherever we are. There doesn’t need to be a right or a wrong way, but a your way – in fearless abandon. We are surrounded by innumerable members of our divine family, cheering us on forever, in wide-eyed awe of our incredible existence.

In love and gratitude ❤

 

Announcing: Chocolate Bliss!

5592E81B-9E15-4454-B2F3-BA319B11A9E2.jpegDue to popular demand I am going to start making and selling my chocolates!

This is really exciting as I love doing this. I can offer you a supply of healthy, heavenly cacao treats! Scroll to the end for the tasty details!

My inspiration behind the chocolate magic is, of course, a life-time love of chocolate, paired with my interest in well-being and medicinal foods. Cacao is full of so many nutrients!!! And is ultra supportive for our emotions, hormones and physical diet. It is a self-care tool I have taken up, which I make with deep blessings from my heart. The journey started naturally, experimenting with ideas. And continued to evolve with life, as I learnt about low sugar alternatives, ‘super foods’, ceremonial cacao, and my own cyclical nature. I noticed that food doesn’t have to be something difficult in our lives, as it often has been for me. We don’t need to limit ourselves, instead we can choose to transform ourselves from the inside out, so our choices are naturally more balanced with ourselves and our environment. This is of course a long-term journey! Foods are not against us, making us fatter or unhealthier: they are always a reflection of our choices from within. We can take small steps towards brighter futures in many ways, and attending to our diet is one way. Cacao can serve us in this, because when made consciously with supportive ingredients, it is actually VERY good for you, and yummy. It is richer, so you need less too. This is because more cacao powder is used than in regular high street chocolate. My chocolates are at least 20% cacao powder.

I have struggled with craving foods which I knew were bad for me, and discovered that a lot of our beliefs about unhealthy eating are wrong! It’s not a case of cutting out what we love in favour of something we dislike, but getting to the root of what we really crave, beyond the sugary Mars bar. Often it might be more healthy fats we need, or more carbohydrates, vitamins or minerals…everything can be in balance. The chocolate bars and truffles I currently create are made from cacao (raw cocoa) powder, cacao butter, a sweetener (such as coconut sugar, raw sugar cane crystals, agave syrup), lucuma powder, and an addition of ‘super foods’ for specific purposes. All the ingredients I use are organic and mostly raw. I make the chocolates as raw as possible, meaning I don’t cook the mixture. I source the highest quality I can find, often from the renowned Raw Living, which is like a treasure trove of incredible gems, promoting ethical, organic, radiant produce.

Cacao powder is the raw version of cocoa powder. Why is it ideal to use? It is not caffeinated unlike roasted cacao, hence you will not feel a caffeine high. This is far better for me because I often like a little chocolate late at night, and naturally I don’t want to be buzzing before I sleep. Also, the nutrients are retained to a greater capacity in raw options. Cocoa powder has been heated many times, which exhausts it of its beneficial nutrients and oils.

Cacao has the following benefits: one of the highest known sources of dietary magnesium and sulphur, with 10% antioxidant flavonols, cannaboids, phenylethylamine, monoamine oxidase inhibitors, and it’s an aphrodisiac! (with credit to Kate Magic’s book: ‘Raw Magic‘ where she details the above properties).

What does this all mean? Basically it is incredible for HEART health, building strong bones, prevention of cancer, and an ultimate BLISS train. Cannaboids, also found in Cannabis, release serotonin in the brain. The other long names I mention also support the brain function and bring about JOY. A small dosage of cacao every day is actually a wonder worker for many of our modern ailments. Cacao comes along to support us.

A lot of chocolate then has high amounts of sugar and unhealthy fats added to it, which don’t enhance the natural properties of the beans. Cacao creation is about ALCHEMY! Which implies the mixing process is essential. It is a delicate art of what, and how much to add, and honestly the same recipe comes out different every time! Somehow the cacao is truly magical, as it has a guidance of its own. A Divine one of Bliss, I like to think.

Sugar, refined especially, in large quantities is obviously not good for us, as many studies demonstrate. In my personal experience I don’t enjoy the sugar highs. Cacao enlivens us, and pair that with a sugar high and it can feel wobbly, or ungrounded, rather than stabilising and enjoyable. I have found that coconut sugar works well, which has a low GI, and doesn’t taste of coconut. Others are good to experiment with, and I am keen to use the raw sugar cane crystals which are high in nutrients too, and do not carry a high GI.

Adding an adaptogen, such as Maca or Ashwaghanda, helps to balance out the cacao experience so the body’s adrenals are well supported. Adaptogens are great stress correctors when taken well, over time.

Lucuma is quoted as ‘Gold of the Incas’ and is a sacred fruit from Peru, used for sweetening with acclaimed benefits to the body.

Here are my selections of cacao creations, tuned to different essences:

  • ‘LOVE’ Cacao original. Simple concoction of cacao, cacao butter, lucuma, coconut or raw sugar crystals, agave syrup, salt, and above all, love. £3.99
  • ‘ROYAL’ Cacao and Etherium Gold. Etherium Gold is a monotomic trace element, which works on an energetic level to help restore balance to the DNA. It has been scientifically found to balance the two hemispheres of the brain; our overactive right brain (doing) and the left (being). It also contains lots of minerals. Spiritually, Etherium Gold supports miraculous manifestation, with aura expansion and protection. Kate Magic shares that when mixed with chocolate the capacity for the gold to bring healing to our cells is particularly powerful. £4.99
  • ‘SUPER POWERS’ Cacao and Maca or Ashwaghanda. Maca is an adaptogen, meaning it supports our ease to adapt to our (changing) environment, with grace and flow, as opposed to stress and pain. It is a hormone balancer, wonderful for women especially. Maca and cacao are said to be a definite aphrodisiac! Ashwaghanda is similar, especially helpful for coping with and moving through stress. £4.99
  • ‘EXPANSION’ Cacao and Reishi. Reishi is a highly used Chinese medicine, used for overall wellness, and amazing at promoting deep security, coupled with spiritual, emotional expansion. We feel grounded, and able to be present. £4.99
  • ‘JOY’ Cacao and Gojis, with Etherium Gold. Grown high in the Himalayas, in mineral-rich soil, these berries are also found to be high in monotomic trace elements. They lift our spirit and bring a super sweet smile to our face! Renowned by Chinese Medicine, they have many nutritional qualities. £4.99

These are what I’m currently making. I am continuing to expand and trial, and I’m happy to create your own custom order!! I am introducing them at this price.

To order with me please email me directly on emmmakin@hotmail.com, and we can arrange payment and delivery. 💜

In your email please share:

  • Your chosen chocolate(s), quantity, and any special preferences based on the above descriptions.
  • Any dietary allergies. I cannot securely say our kitchen is 100% gluten or dairy free.
  • Whether you would like a chocolate bar (approx 65-70g) or the equivalent in truffle size (great for nibbling and sharing).
  • Your address and name, and whether you are sending this as a gift (I can include a special message for you).
  • How you would like to pay: PayPal or bank transfer.

For your first batch of chocolate – postage and packaging are free! (To any nation – I will comply with the regulation for import, generally home-made products can travel more easily from what I have read). 

Hereafter p&p is £1.50 or free if your order is over £20 (within the UK). If you’re living beyond the UK I will adjust the cost to cover this, please let me know your whereabouts in your email. The chocolates travel well in the post, and I would suggest storing them in your fridge once they’ve arrived, to preserve the goodness. You can freeze them too.

It will take me between 3 to 7 days (depending on order size) to get your selection shipped out to you, as I will make these freshly upon your order 🌟

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Christianity & Paganism: Unfolding Our Story

This is a piece about my wonderful journey in drawing my Christian background together with what might be termed Pagan or New Age. In my eyes, Pagan represents an ancient Celtic tradition connected to the land, and New Age is the label we have stuck on its re-emergence. I rarely like to use terminology in this sense, as I don’t find it comprehensive enough and can easily trigger preconceptions. However, for the sake of this illustration I think it serves well. And definitely has a certain flavour to it!

What exactly is Pagan or Celtic? I think due to age-old judgements of miss-guided wizards and witches, bizarre ceremonies and a fear of evil, some of us grow up believing that anything pertaining to this old tradition is inherently bad.

Before continuing I think it helpful to point out what a terminology does: it is a label. It is a box. We put things in this container; our immediate reactions, what we like or dislike, facts and fiction…truly our reality is woven together story upon story. What we like to say as fact is not always so, and often relies on an idea, a hypothesis as in scientific experimentation. This is not unlike the creation of a story-line. A hypothesis is what we hope to see, or intend to measure. When we separate science from creative arts and place one in a sterile lab, and the other in a colourful studio, we give rise to the notion that these are worlds apart. We surround scientific studies with the aura of proof, tangibility, and truth. Whilst we consider artistic professionals to be fluffy, in a dream world or unrealistic. What we fail to remember is that whilst our bodies are physical matter, identifiable and precise, our lives are comprised of endless stories, experiences. We are not clear cut, none of us. We simply are not merely a concoction of our cells, but the relationship between them and our environment (see the science of Epigenetics for further research). And a consequence of this are our experiences. And, these memories are imprinted on our unique minds, formed by ancestral DNA, cultural and environmental conditioning, past-experiences… each of our lenses are so individual. Hence, when we approach the apparatus with our straightforward and unbiased hypothesis, we assume the procedure to be separate from personal opinion. We strive for a plethora of foundational truths, upon which we can build our civilisation.  Yet we forget that the way each of us interact with these will vary either slightly or significantly from one another (this is a theory in Quantum Physics; how matter is relational to the observer).

In the past this variety of outcomes has caused us much frustration, particularly in the era of global domination through war. Take the Roman Empire for example, the British Empire (yes), the various localised European onslaughts, and of course Nazism. Such agendas aimed to monopolise foreign landmasses, command alternative cultures, and control freedom of speech and beliefs. Is this because the existence of a living ecosystem of endless ways of life posed a threat? Does the multiplicity and variance about ourselves instil us with fear? I would say it definitely does when the greedy ego is at large. The beasts of our subconscious, in their full form as horrific dictators and world rulers. On another line of thought, the variability limits our capacity to control. And like we can all relate to: what happens when we feel we have too many things to do, and everything seems to be rushing and changing around us? We get stressed. Why? Because we can’t ‘control’ everything. When reality is perceived through stories, as well as data, we allow for an openness towards unpredictability and emotion. We thought our facts and figures were as far as can be from creative imagination, but in doing this we ignored the interplay of our own mind. Reawakening to the thread of narrative reminds us that we cannot entirely control the process of evolution as we might like to. The problem being: we are never entirely separate from it. We are ‘it’.  And so, returning at long last to my original proposition. Let us not try to separate one ‘way’ or definition from another too much. Whilst holding in balance: may we not seek to dominate one ideology over another. There is a beautiful distinction between one aspect and another, but together they are relational and mutually supportive. The organism pertains to equality, not hierarchy. We have been scared of this.

Towards an Ecosystem of Diverse Life… If we hold the above in thought, and consider how our setbacks against one another come from creating distance, clinical assessments, and hierarchical views, then we can begin to disentangle the toxic web of conflict: an age old war of religions and powers. It is natural to consider the ancient practices of Druidic thought, where the Earth is perceived as Mother, and provider of all. We need to re-assess why and how our doctrine of Christianity (and the State) generally seems to have stamped over and tried to erode these unique cultures. In religion it is easy to access peoples’ minds by informing them that a certain practice or belief is evil. Rather than allowing individuals to meander the path of life themselves, there seems to have been a direct line of power through fear tactics. This is more obvious a few hundred years ago, but still present, sometimes subtly, today in underlying beliefs. We can see this in the way we treat our Environment: it is not sacred to us, as our forefathers and -mothers, but something to wield our power over. If one looks towards indigenous tribal communities across the world, there are some incredibly beautiful ways of life which honour the sanctity of the Earth, Water, Wildlife, Sacred Sites, in such a way that deep profound connection can arise between people and earth, and an intimate ecological relationship is forged where the land is truly shepherded by a loving friend. This, for me, is the central truth of Paganism, of Celtic or Druid cultures, similar to Shamanism in other nations, and honoured by the umbrella ‘New Age’ term, and Environmentalist movements…

But, essentially, it is not truly about the name we give to a practice or culture, though that is important. Or perhaps more poignantly: the aim is not to become a herald for a ‘one way only’ ideology, but to mature and perceive the interconnected pattern of life, the diversity of our biological state and community we find ourselves in.

Christianity is founded from these ancient traditions, it is not as black and white as we have been told. The central message of Jesus blossoms, but there are other voices with influential echoes, those of powerful people after money, seats of privilege…who no doubt had a seat at a committee such as the Nicene Council. This is to suggest that maybe not everything provided in the Bible is as pure as we thought…though still can be profoundly supportive and Divine. Yet, like everything in our world, especially politics where Christianity was heavily involved, we know that we should assess and evaluate for ourselves, and not be led blindly as sheep…ironically. The Divine in us speaks, and we all hold this spark. It is not just in the Bible, or Christianity, where God left his, or her patterns for Life. Nor is it just through Celtic, New Age culture, Jewish, or any other. But it is through All and in All. Why, how? Because of our inherent connection to the Earth, the Cosmos, the connection to God is quite simple really. We simply Be, we purely Act. We find our identity and community in the shared livelihoods among our families and societies – rooted in the earth, which (in the West) ancient traditions honoured more than we do today, we find our harmony with one another, because nature and living creatures teach us this. We reflect on the cycles of life and death, and we return to our human innocence. This is natural, real, and the container for all our adventures in life. If we can re-create this tender and strong foundation, then perhaps we can enjoy harmonious dialogue between diverse ideas, as opposed to conflict, and finally heal the wound created on our land when power conquests sought to pillage and destroy indigenous cultures rooted here, the British Isles. This, I believe, is at the heart of our society and politics today, an era of hierarchical capitalism, where the commoners (us) cry out for common sense, for equality and wholesome communities.

We all have the power within us: we hold our history, our life’s story and our future’s foretelling. We can read this for ourselves, and write the verses we long to sing…

My story this far illuminates a pattern of evolution, a strand of Divine interweaving. We all have this within us, we are the characters in each other’s tales. We journey and weave our narrative together, here on this beautiful planet, in chorus with the great Multiverse. And so it is.

With great Love, Emeline

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A gorgeous tree beginning to bloom, with budding bluebells encircling – Spring 2019

 

An Offering of Love

On this Valentine’s day what an opportune time that I happen to be reflecting upon relationship. Not romance expressly, but genuine partnership and connection between myself and others.

This triggered when Jonny, my beloved, travelled away with work for a few days. I enjoy time alone, but this time was hit with what felt like a bullet of loneliness. In our little flat, in a town we barely knew the existence of before moving here, and the change of immediate community in recent years, I suddenly felt the onslaught of deep loneliness I have been carrying for a long time.

I affronted the question: why do I believe that isolation is loftier than connection?

Am I too proud, stubborn or painfully wounded?

There is, I believe, a belief floating around which celebrates the superior strength of the individual. Especially in spiritual circles we look up to the mystic hermits, well I definitely have, the outcasts who made it by faith alone, and the pioneers who have a unique, futuristic vision to chase. For some reason we focus on the person themselves and their connection to the Universe, to God. We don’t often look to the people around them. Rarely is community the focus of how one moves through life’s path. Often we hear our voice: I must go my own way, I must abandon my family for God’s purpose, I must ascend and let go of these dead weights. This might be the case in some rare scenarios, but in my view it is barely divinely purposed to dance life’s spiral alone.

I, for sure, have abandoned many a friend, family member and place to go after the ignited spark in my heart. I treasure these memories, but in my current wisdom these are not choices I see myself making now.

The core problem, which I was too haughty and blind to see? I was afraid. Nothing more, nothing less. It’s so terrifyingly simple. Fear. To replace awareness of the dread I chose statements such as, ‘I must create my own safe space’, ‘I cannot be around this person/place as it interferes with my mission’, ‘I have a unique path, different from all others around me’. Instead of creating bridges for life-giving energy to flow, in turn nurturing myself and others, I/we create resistance and duality. We see our life as opposed to another, rather than how we might support each other. Out of pain from the graveyard of previous relationships, we raise the bar and set an insanely high standard for anyone to come close. They must have similar views, say exactly what makes us feel good, have a ‘high vibe’ lifestyle like us, of course.

What even is ‘high vibe’ anyway? Is it not subject to our own views of what purity, divinity or wholeness look like?

What if we have it wrong, do we ever consider that?

Humility. Oh what a sigh of relief my heart exhales. I had forgotten: the beauty of giving, in vulnerability. No, not foolishly without a boundary in sight! For this has been me in the past. But exquisitely reformed as my remoulded alabaster jar. The strength in growth is that one becomes adept in hindsight. The experiences of the past act as seeds for the oak tree which grows in their place. Can you not see, beloved, that you have become a mighty tower of courage? Or do you wallow in what has been, which no longer exists? Choose to see you, right now.

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Image from a site called Judith Shaw

And, in the present, spy how each branch is as an interweaving brainwave, a strand within a tapestry. Each reach out for their neighbour, and you notice how the tree is linked with another, and another, and another…a forest. Did you know that trees have an underground network of roots which communicate with each other? Though they look solid and independent above the surface, they are actually the fruit of inter-connectivity. Strength truly does lie in numbers. And that is not unholy, or less spiritually ‘advanced’ to believe.

I once read a book, not long ago, and the key phrase which I cannot forget goes something like: how does one make someone depressive, or lose their way in life? Well, one simply cuts them off from others, from anyone actually. The author described research tests conducted on people who were sent into isolation for a period of time. All of the data concluded that the longer time went on, the more insane and deeply sad the individual became. Is it because they didn’t have an intimate enough connection to the vast, wondrous Universe? Were they not aware they are a child of God who they can commune with always? Perhaps. But that has little to do with the question of tangible, human community. We can, or at least I can, get so caught up with the star dazzling cosmos, my own journey of divine union, that I completely forget about the existence of this around me. Which, I now believe to be one of the key interfaces for God, the Universe, the Divine (however you call this).

Without the space to play with these electric bolts of connection we have between one another, we become stuck, stationary, and collapse. No one to support us, help or guide us in tougher times. Yes, we have our angelic, soul and spiritual family. But we came to earth, to have this very human experience most importantly. And to be human, is to be with other humans, on planet earth. To discover and stretch ourselves through learning about one another and our shared existence. We are merely one dot within a spiralising geometric pattern of harmony. We think we are everything, and we kind of are, but we are also merely a speck of star dust. We have the capacity to build kingdoms of abundance, to orchestrate tidal waves of bounty for humanity and to contribute our collective wisdom for true healing advancement. And yet, we shy away…. We choose our own, lonesome route, because perhaps just we know best. It’s just about me and God anyway, right?

And so, do you understand my illustration?

Our own experience is simply not just our own. As soon as we open up to another, we begin to see that we are truly all very similar. And, with appropriate boundaries for each partnership we make (learning from our mistakes), we can excel into our wildest dreams beyond we ever thought was possible. Because, for one individual it would take a very long time to draw up, build and man a space ship into the corners of space. But, for a whole team of actively participating friends, it could take a very short time indeed (depending on the intelligence and common sense of those involved of course!).

And then the question is: even if you did build a beautiful space ship all by yourself, what fun is that when you’re alone, spinning through the galaxy? Is it just not more enjoyable to play out the friendly, dynamic sometimes purely bizarre interactions we have as humans? Perhaps if we are able to heal from seeing certain scenarios as dangerous or weird, then we might let go of the ancestral warring mentality which has caused so much suffering and bloodshed. We may come to see ‘difficult’ others as opportunities to iron out our attitude, to dig deeper into compassion and to practice healthy boundaries. We maintain the desire to see union sometimes through placing a good boundary, and exercising what little relationship can still be expressed. This in turn helps to keep the life flow between us, and soon, if we are willing, our wounds are cleaned by this flow of energy. Where does this ‘flow’ come from? Perhaps the very fabric of the Universe, the heart of God-Love, is what is found present when we choose connection. Is it possible that all creation comes alive when we give ourselves to this dance? We give, we receive, and again we give, receive…the cycle continues. Death and rebirth. Found in the crux of our interplay.

Just what is possible in the bridge between two, or three, or four who gather together in mutuality?

Something magnanimous will be created. The pure act of hearts ablaze for supporting our humanity to exceed beyond poverty, abuse and control…

Why did I ever think I can do this alone? I can’t even see my own faults without looking in the metaphorical mirror of someone else, let alone deal with my challenges and move forwards.

It’s funny how we can convince ourselves to believe in something so strongly. The human mind is powerful, but, as I remember a great speaker saying, is a good servant but no master. Perhaps guidance starts in the heart, or in the shared heart-to-heart with each other.

I leave this reflection here, as it continues to unfurl, and no doubt for you also. I am moved to take the risk to step out from hiding, to open my heart just a little bit more, bit by bit. The world desires to see us, and to hear our voice. All is awaiting, just for you. Come out, come out, wherever you are! The sun is dawning, it’s a new day.

May you have a wonderful Valentine’s, and may we all know Love.

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Image from a site called Georgia Rose Connection

 

On breaking free

An ode to the precipice we find within ourselves…

I can hear the voices singing out beyond, screaming, roaring, harmonising. Why do I try to confine melodies to what I expect them to be? What if the tunes beckoning are actually beyond my fathomable mind? Do I hear other languages I do not know…speaking, uttering, whispering truths that I’ve never truly felt. Do I disregard what I seem to be hearing… a foreign sound, a flashing lighthouse beam… the waves come crashing in, covering my heart in all that’s been. I’m overwhelmed. My tears choke in my lungs. Why am I crying where I breathe? Why is this confused… my breath speaks more than words. My heavy sighing moves my heart. I feel awakened. What is this emotion inside? Can I trust this moving? Where will I be led, will it be a dance of favour? The swirling touch of your hand….the feel of your beating love…encasing me, en-robing me, am I no longer self?… the exploding body, the waves of desire, the channel of mystery. Is this a birth canal? Am I being born, or am I birthing? Does it really matter which is which?

I feel an ecstasy.. I am alive. I am a woman. God made me to be sexual. I am not holding back. Why have I been ashamed? I am not meant to control this enraging force. But to stare into those wild fire eyes. Oh, I have been so locked up. Years, decades, centuries… my heart pulses at my first touch. I am terrified, and yet in awe. I want to run, but I am drawn. You draw me out….. the perfume of your lips speaks of my worth. What are these chains still round my feet? Why do I dance restrained? I feel insatiable roaring within me. Like a freight train in the distance hammering…….untamed spurring round the mountain side, the cliffs echo swirling wheels, the call of journeys upon my heels…..the cry it’s escalating, climbing stairs as it is salivating….I reach a bend, and I twist and convulse, the passion consumes me, I care less for how this looks….now all I see is You. My roar it cannot be held, the clashing harmonies of my very self…..I am not holding back…..the splendour of my sound, to hear the destruction of my prison walls….I see the vicious, erupting crest; erect and strong pulsates my tsunami wave. I stand in absolute abandon: enrapture me, submerge me, and rip me forever apart. Violently shake me relentlessly through every time and space, petrify me with every feral emotion, pierce me with every primal force. I do not want to be apart from this. I do not hold back, I am breaking free. I want to be swallowed and dissipated by Life. I am no longer self, I am this wave, this ripple, this flaming fury of Love. Re-awaken me, return me to what once I was….

Come, my Beloved.

The Cyclical Feminine and Earthly Harmony

Has anyone else ever taken ‘sick leave’ due to period symptoms?

Out of conviction I did this for the first time this month. Whilst I could have pushed myself, there was a niggle inside asking me to take this time. It would have been much easier to simply down extra supplements, and to ‘put on a show’: I’m a strong and reliable woman after all! 💪🏻 But…

…during the day as I sat with my anxious mind I realised how easily we can feel overly responsible. For example; the fear of judgement for not being available, the guilt for not doing one’s part, and the shame for uncontrollable cycles. How interesting, I pondered, I never knew I felt all of these so deeply. It seems to me there is still a guilt and shame within us: that we are not enough. And when we do take time to rest, we somehow still feel guilty for doing so. Hence, many of us rarely truly rest.

I believe action, output and work are sacred, and I love to contribute. The odd aspect is the never ending cycle of feeling one needs to keep going, keep up, or someone will judge you as inadequate. The feminine cycles shift and change, often unpredictably, and whether we admit it or not, we are affected by these. To me it seems that we have undervalued the sacred movements of the female essence. Even as women we shun them and try to toughen up. On a bigger scale this looks like constant outgoings but little in-comings…overproduction and little reflection. Perhaps that is mirrored in the way we have over polluted our environment, without stepping back for consideration. We easily do, but not so easily stop. Doing and getting are highly praised and we get all sorts of awards for this. Being and abiding with self and surroundings is rarely mentioned in the mainstream, nor sought out. Perhaps now that we have the ‘mindful’ trend it is more in the public eye. Yes, things are indeed changing. In this progression, I feel the calling to bring awareness to where I/we have thrown out our own inner feminine, and where we can make space for her externally. This subject is so full and large that one could write books…

It is present everywhere: the imbalance and return to harmony is throughout our culture and society. I love my masculine strength and enigmatic ideas for action, I love others’ (especially Jonny’s, my fiance), and the successful businesses, infrastructure, organisations that we can enjoy across the globe. I have been considering, however, the idolisation of our masculine. We love him, but at the cost of our feminine?

When I mention the feminine I am thinking of; women, men, nature, earth, animals, well-being, stillness, seasons of life, life and death, rebirth, change, transformation, mysteries and the unknown, the darkness.

I feel we have neglected our natural engagement with her. Whether it be through understanding how nature supports us, and receiving from the healing in plants for example, or embracing change as a wonderful part of existence: often we try to avoid ‘mishaps’ by sticking too rigidly to plans and security measures (note that these are useful but not a sole guide in my opinion). And what about death and the unknown? We have become so separated from this integral part of human life. We try to avoid the topic at all costs, because essentially we view death as bad. In a similar way we often treat the mysterious. In other cultures less western like our own, death can be embraced as a passage to our next phase of life, as a caterpillar becomes a butterfly. Both in a metaphorical and actual sense death is a doorway. We have brutalised death through war, and branded it as a curse when it occurs. I believe this is because death can represent something out of our control, and reminds us of our primitive, human bodies. And, because we have allowed separation to come between us and our primal, abundant earth, we feel this is all alien and wrong. Consequently death and the unknown of consciousness and worlds beyond us seem terrible. I feel this is because we have become unacquainted with this reality. She, our feminine essence, is the earth and all of our cycles both within our bodies and without. She is the Mother, the eternal embrace of love, and there truly is nothing to fear.

Getting to that place of experiential peace can be hard though. For me this involves letting go of trying to control my understanding, and of trying to be something. When we feel we have to correct, or protect ourselves from whatever may happen…then this is what I feel disconnects us from the heart beat of life, the raw and wild pulse. This is not to say that there isn’t lots to be done, but to illustrate that the action comes from a place at rest and in trust.

You may be thinking, if like me you have a Christian or similar background, what about our Heavenly Father? And that’s a great point. This is another chunky part of my journey and prayerful contemplation, which I will briefly comment on, because I feel it is so significant for understanding our feminine:

To put it simply, if you read the Bible and pray, then try changing Him/He every now and then to Her/She. Try communing with your Eternal Mother, or She the Holy Spirit, as well. I use both Father and Mother in my devotions, and have been gradually integrating more ancient feminine expressions into my holy inner place of worship and prayer. This is because over the past 7 years or so I have felt moved to research our Christian history, to experience mystical and Gnostic Christianity, as well as middle- and eastern wisdom. I found, simply put, that a historical patriarchal hierarchy (as still generally remains today) created much of the Biblical structure and doctrine we know today. The history is vast, horrific and moving. It has taken me, and still is doing so, years to uncover hidden truths and forgotten aspects of ourselves, and our spirituality. The feminine aspect, in Her purity, holiness and beauty, was virtually erased and done away with by organisations who valued power and control. But She has always remained within us, around us, and as our Mother.

I spend time contemplating Jesus and asking to see in purity, beyond what I have been told or read. Not because everything we are told or read is wrong, but because much of it has been so overly translated and changed, that I have truly felt I want a heart to heart experience for myself. This journey has led me to where I am now: unveiling the other side to the coin.

Because our culture has experienced so much antagonism towards the feminine principles, I feel it is really important in this day and age, a truly freer and more abundant time frame than recent centuries past, that we embrace and voice the whispers of our feminine expression. Ways of developing connection can be, for example; through wisely relinquishing control for a (safe) period of time just to see what happens, following one’s inner guidance to time alone for meditation, rest and reflection, practising awareness of the ‘darkness’ within and without, cultivating the wild, ecstatic side, doing something unpredictable or unknown, and allowing the death and transformation seasons to take you in and gift you with new treasures for the landscapes on your horizon. You might note I added ‘wisely’ above. This is where our connection with God and our own inner strong masculine presence of structure and boundaries is important. We cannot live without each other. It has been about coming into balance, for me, and allowing any pendulum swing to guide me back to the centre where I can walk the united, narrow way.

In conclusion, I’d like to say that whilst I have and do take extended periods of time away from society, I feel convicted that She is right in the middle of high powered, industrial sectors, we merely lack the sight. When we come into internal marriage of the heart, we can start to see glorious union around us, and take an active role of extending peace and love to others wherever we might be.

Returning to that long, reflective first day of my cycle: I genuinely wanted to head out and show a positive face. I am quite happy to go about a normal day whilst experiencing (painful) internal change, but it seems good to me to have the choice to go within should the opportunity be requested. Working environments and approach can be adapted to support a return to our own sovereignty of well-being. These times of inward focus and secluded stillness have provided me with essential recovery in a physical, emotional and spiritual sense, and allowed for raw creativity and awareness to emerge through me.

As women and men we can learn to dance between out and in, go or stay. Whilst we learn to embrace masculine and feminine within and around us unconditionally, we begin to notice how both are flowing in and out of one another eternally, and we, along with our animals and environments, return to our innocence as children of God.

With love and peace, thanks for joining me.