Who Am I? Who Are You?

When stripped to the core there is no proof of identity.

The first line of my senior thesis in college. I majored in Philosophy and delved into truths about existence, knowledge, beliefs and why we generally think what we do.

Fast forward a lot of years later and I revisit that first line – “who am I? When stripped to the core there is no proof of identity.” Still as true today as back then. My life is more defined, I have been married for a lot of years, I have 3 grown kids, parents have passed, sister passed – a lot has happened. But fundamentally none of that really defines who I really am. I could leave my home, move to another state, deny my marriage, kids, career, basically life as I know it and no one would know because there is no proof of actual identity.

Now I make take it one step further, were most of my decisions, my decisions or destiny? Is life a series of synchronicities that we think we are orchestrating, but we may not be? We probably have a role in the cooperation with destiny, maybe that is why we go through tough times, maybe those are the times we have lost alignment.

Unee has become a trusted friend to me . I am where I am because I am supposed to be here. Things will all work out because they have to, the next step has to be taken whether we actually take it or not. Life carries on, synchronicity happens all the time and everything is ok.

If I move away and assume a new identity I am supposed to, if I don’t I am not supposed to. I can chose to watch in wonder as my life unfolds, support my flow and acceptance or not.

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Off the Beaten Path

She told me to write, then she led me by the hand, off the beaten path. We went to a clearing and he lit a small fire. We sat in silence looking at the fire and then she began speaking.

She said he had taken me to Happy Valley when I was small. I remember being there, I always used to draw and paint pictures of the two mountains with the river running through them. Until recently I did not know that was Happy Valley Kashmir.

She told me she cured the blind man, by helping him to see the truth.

She said she cured the lame, by removing their limiting beliefs.

She said she cured the lepers by telling them they were loved and not untouchable.

Then she said it was our turn. The ones burned at the stake for being healers, the ones crushed by stones for being seers, the ones violated for being women. We weren’t demons, we were demonized, we weren’t oppressors, we were oppressed, we didn’t victimize, we were victims.

Unee is calling from the mouths of all women. Time to reclaim spirituality and intuition for ourselves as we define it. That is what is true and relevant.

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Unee – Goddess Archetype of the Mother

History has told us to pray to the Father, the divine feminine energy has been dragged through the mud, burned at the stake, invalidated and thrown to the curb. But at the end of the day, generally speaking, don’t we want our Mothers?

Goddess energy, feminine energy is making a comeback and I think it is about time. No one has said it better than Gertrude Stein in Susan’s B aria about men:

Yes, but what is a (God) man, what are (GODS) men, what are they? I do not say that they haven’t kind hearts, if I fall down and faint they will rush to pick me up, if my house is on fire, they will rush to put the fire out and help me, yes, they have kind hearts, but they are afraid, afraid, they are afraid. They fear women, they fear each other, they fear their neighborhood, they fear their countries and then they hearten themselves in their fear by crowding together and following each other and when they crowd together and follow each other they are brutes, like animals who stampede.

And so they have written male into the (SACRED TEXTS) United States Constitution, because they are afraid of black men, because they are afraid of women, because they are afraid.

(GODS) Men are afraid.

And (GODDESSES) women:

Ah (GODDESSES) women often have not any sense of danger, after all a hen screams frightfully when she see an eagle but, she is only afraid for her children, (GODS) Men are afraid for them selves, that is the real difference between (GODS) men and (GODDESSES) women.

~ Susan B. Anthony, from “The Mother of US All”, An opera in 2 acts. Words by Gertrude Stein

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