Soul Songs

By Jewels Maloney

Soul Songs invites you in, to an intimate sharing of writings that emerged during one year of the Wise Women of the West weekly writing group in Sedona, AZ. The group is facilitated by a different member each week using Natalie Goldberg’s Writing Down the Bones method: meditation followed by stream of consciousness writing. I was intrigued by what emerged in these writings, which felt like precious moments and meanderings of a soul revealing itself. I offer these small windows from my soul to your soul. May you be nourished by these offerings.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jewels Maloney
• Release date: Jan 8, 2016
• ISBN: 9781310003745

Jewels Maloney

Jewels Maloney, M.Ed., Ed.D. Creativity; is a professor in the Masters in Transpersonal Psychology program at Atlantic University. Jewels is a Reiki Master and practitioner of Integrated Energy Therapy, Emotional Release, Access Consciousness, and Guided Inner Journeying. She is the author of Mary Magdalene: The Christos-Sophia Revelation, The Christos-Sophia Revelation Vol. II, Every Child is Holy, Soul Songs and two books of poetry."As has been said for many cycles of time, "The Teacher is Within"! Each of us carries the wisdom, beauty, love and truth within our hearts and Knows that we are Here Now to Make a Difference and to Celebrate as we create a new reality that much better serves the holy beings that we are."

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Chapter 1

Introduction

In July of 2012, my friend and fellow goddess, Janice Carter, invited me to join a women's writing group that met for two hours every Monday afternoon in a glass enclosed room in the center of the library in Sedona, AZ. The group followed Natalie Goldberg's Writing Down the Bones style of writing practice: five or ten minutes of meditation, followed by a series of five or ten minutes of stream of consciousness writing, which was facilitated by a different member each week. After each writing segment, we would go around the table and share with no commenting or very little, and no critiquing. The group had been doing this for more than 4 years, and had various names: Wise Women Writers of the West and Wild Women Writers of the West were two of them.

This invitation was a treasure trove that caught my enthusiastic attention on the first day, and unfolded deliciously as the weeks went by. In October of 2012, I was in Minneapolis for three weeks and I ran out of books to read, so I began to read the Soul Songs from my writings from the Wise Women Writer's group that were in a journal I had with me. The more I read, the more I felt I wanted to share these Soul Songs; that there were many precious moments and meanderings in them.

I decided to also include some of my Soul Collages. My friend Liz Blasingame taught me how to make them several years ago, and they have been a fun and precious way of accessing what is inside my soul and wants to be seen. You can learn more about them and the process of making them from their originator, Seena B. Frost and her book, Soul Collage Evolving: An Intuitive Collage Process for Self-Discovery & Community.

So, I offer here small windows from my soul to your soul.

May you be nourished by them.

I AM the One who is forever innocent and pure,

offering perpetual prayers of gratitude to All That Is.

I AM the Universes embodied.

I AM the silent, sweet rose of life.

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Chapter 2

We Begin

July 28, 2012

I Have....

I have a garden full of morning glories. Why? Because this is what my heart desired. I love morning glories and they keep re-seeding themselves in my little garden that is now utterly full of morning glories and also a rainbow of other beauties. For awhile, it seemed this was not going to happen this year - that nothing was growing or taking root. Then, they began to emerge and multiply and flourish. Now, I have such delight with the gorgeous blue-purple blossoms each morning.

And! Because of the blessed rains, the wild datura have so many flowers - enormous white flowers that bloom at night with the most intoxicating, ecstatic scent - one of the reasons they are called the witches' flying flower. Both of these flowers, as well as the magenta and yellow glories of hibiscus in the living room each bloom for one morning, one day, or one night.

This is how life is for me right now. I awake in the morning feeling it has been an eternity that I have been gone somewhere and come back to my bed and to the morning, and each day too is both a moment and an eternity.

July 30, 2012

We Want To Give You

We want to give you LIFE Jewels. We want to give you peace, and prana, and more of your beloved and divine presence. We are tickling you, nibbling your cilia with awakening calls for the fullness of your form. We want you to fully enjoy your amazing body and dance, sing, bike, hike and run with the fullness of the breath of LIFE moving fluidly through All of you - every capillary and cell throughout your mysterious grandeur that is your physical body will sing with you, praise you in the truth of the breath of life - in and out, in and out. You will flow as you have not yet flowed - with LIFE. A conflict will be gone as you come into the Presence of true love, honoring is what is being offered here now - the return to your innocence and purity - the cleansing breath of LIFE dissolving all the old cobwebbed places and letting the ocean of you roll and swell and lap the shores and tumble back into the One Life of Mother Earth - her waters, her pure waters - her brilliant life-giving air; the breezes that speak to and caress her creatures - the cauldron reflecting the moon and stars in a great, deep peace.

Return!

Wow. This word is a paragraph. I tend to think like this. It is that words take more space and time than pure telepathy. And for months, and years, the telepathic stream has been transmitting and receiving as the singular consciousness, through me, weaving it all together in this activity of Union and Unity. This has been the work and it is proceeding beautifully and with a depth and breadth of love that is easing the long held fears so sticky here and so old. That crust of fear is crumbling now like a mud bath to reveal the New US, the new radiant, bursting with clean freshness us. All that has been waiting to be revealed in now being revealed. We look around and see the results of this planetary bathing, the mud-bath drawing out all the poisons and giving them back to be nourishment for the new growing things as we step forth, clean and new, tingling with Life, anticipation, ready for the dances. The whole world is dancing in a lightness of step we have perhaps never, in all our recycling through Gaia, ever felt before. We realize from this spirit of the dance that we are Free to Fly, and with that joyfulness, we join the clouds and birds and currents of air, and we take flight.

Graced in Time Music in the Heart

Artworks by Trea Christopher Grey

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Graced in Time ~ Music in the Heart

I felt so blessed at Jannah's party when I sang to her and she drank it in and said how clearly my soul comes through when I sing - and I Love to Sing! Why have I let music recede from the moments of my days and nights? I could sing every day and hear the music and harmonies - allow pleasure and fulfillment - allow that movement and constant miracle of music!

I see the waters in this beautiful artwork flowing out into a distance that has no end. These waters carry my prayers for song out, out beyond the horizon. Songs hover and call - wait for expression from the heart and soul through my throat, bringing visions and wonders - giving voice to Love! Yes! Yes! Yes!

Here is my commitment. I choose to sing every day, remembering music and allowing new songs to be born. Color will teach me, healing all ages, all of the past will become symphonies of colors and soon I will see them as I sing! As I sing the music in my heart. Sing my prayers. Sing and channel colors. Seek in to the eternity of my heart, who knows the light of day and the copper strands of dusks and dawns! Sing to the stars. Sing in circles, Sing with trees. Sing before supping. Sing with my ancestors. Sing to Mo, to Mom, and Dad.

In what ways are we joyfully participating in a new day?

My heart chakra is throbbing again - pulsing as she hears old passions spoken and feels the voice of ecstasy once again - and now forever. Hearing my own poem spoken through someone else's voice made it spring to life very vividly and my heart is now shouting actually, with glee, when I feel that union of all of us with Gaia. The joy is bursting forth where I can feel that all hearts will be throbbing and pulsing in the raw deep beauty of Oneness. I feel that I have been baptized in the effervescence of the eternity of Love that has been contained in this small form for almost 6 decades - through darkness and light, thick and thin, heaviness and freedom.

I could never go back. This life has been so full, these decades. But what I have realized lately is all of this experience has been digested, and yes, eliminated, and has become compost for a planet full of gardens and dancing and making Love with All Creation in once orgasmic burst of Light. We begin again, in a new octave- and we know the fruits of our many, many labors. Now it is time to play, to sing, and dance and thrive! We are Here. Our labors have not gone to waste. We did it. We are free to be brilliance.

See all the showers of opalescence? Yes! We have arrived on a breathtaking shore of omnipotence throbbing through the blood in our feet. We are alive now as never before and oh the leprechauns and unicorns, and the spirits of the whales, and our ancestors join with us in cycles of song. We look up in to the deep and down in to the deep.

This is the poem that was read as the writing prompt for the previous piece, In What Ways are we Joyfully Participating in This New Day? It is from my book, Ecstasies and Meditations ~ Poetry and Channeling (2006) Dancing with the Sun Productions: AZ. Available only from my website: http://AscensionIsNow.com

This Tea Tastes Like Food

And in the ravishing golden pink

Of a Sedona sunset, I leave half-digested Journals- words, thoughts, feelings, and moments

That no longer hold me - behind.

I have flown now in to Galactic time,

Where the energies of Being reside.

Being smiles softly, hears the rhythms

In the atoms of stars.

Aldebaran calls tonight.

Voices of diaphanous silken flowing,

Leaving scents of cinnamon and jasmine twirling

Around my waist,

Like dancing skirts of gypsies,

Alive in the flush of sweet blood pulsing through

Feet that make love to Mother Earth-

Gaia, the gay planet!

Gaia lifts her skirts and rides the galactic winds,

Drawn to the heartbeats deep within

A sun who has called to her for eons.

And our brothers and sisters from the stars

Sing from their hearts.