ascension, life, Poetry, relationships, spirituality



Fire in our being.
Fire in our chest.
Rage it foams deep inside.
Bursting through from deep repressed.
A spark igniting chaos.
A disorderly way of life.
We’re not the one you imagined.
This isn’t the one you saw in your life.
Lay down your made up constructs.
Your mentalised projected truths.
For the way you see another.
Is what you see in you.
For one to truly see another.
You have to venture deep within.
Or the being in your mirror.
Will speak louder and louder.
Till the hidden speaks through sin.
Till the rage burns all around you.
You’ve lost your made up life.
Denial, lies.
Purity thrives.
All around dies.
Look within.

Bec Hart.

ascension, life, relationships, spirituality



I’ll wait for you.
I’ll wait until the tide turns.
The ashes rise.
Till the day we meet.
Eye to eye.

Until the one who stands before me stays.
When fully in my power.
No push or pull.
No more running games.
Standing bare in honesty.
Authentically you as I am me.
Speaking truths.
Respect remains.
Standing in our vulnerabilities.
No projected blame.

Balance is the key to life.
Open honesty.
Alive to live, be, thrive.
Breathing deep.
Feeling all.
As energy meets.
It says it all.
Accepting the darkness that lies within.
There is no perfection.
Be naked, grin.

Apart yet we grow heart to heart.
No fear on our own.
We’ve been truly alone.
In liberation we were set free.
You found you.
I found me.
Nothing else comes close.
Unless it’s worthwhile.
In each moment.
I’ll go deeper inside.

Intimacy will flow of this I know.
Slowly with passionate curiosity.
No fear nor fleet.
Until we meet.
Evolving and rising.
Digging so deep.
To be on the horizon.
My soul speaks to yours.
You’re here it’s clear.
Signs and synchronicities.
Run deep they speak.

You’re in my heart.
My love you’re here.
Yet never alone.
I’ll place my hands on my heart.
The place I call home.
I feel God here.
It’s sacred, gold soul.

Bec Hart.

ascension, life, musings, rebirth, relationships, spirituality



I have no aspirations to become something.
To be well known and liked.
As a success in the eyes of the outer world.
I have no goals.
I have no prison.
I have no expectation.

There’s no desire to push myself, to become.
Launch myself into abundance.
Reach the highest highs.
Escape the lowest lows.
Nor seek a relationship for connection or needs sake.
I’ve no desire to agree with you to fit in a box designed to keep me small.
So I’m desired, validated, received comfortably.
I’ve no desire to judge myself or another, to compare what’s incomparable.
I have no need to respond when there are no words needed.
There’s no need to seek myself in something external nor a desire present.

For I realise, we are all.

Feel into this for just one breath of earth giving life.

There is no thing to seek, to search, to be, to gain, to possess, to have.

Yearn to wake each morning and connect deep within.
To explore deeper into our own being and the being of the world.
To explore each breath, feeling, sensation and delve into them with curiosity.

Allow yourself to be seen and heard.
To listen to the whispers of your deep, passion driven desires.
Listen to another’s depth through the eye of your mind and the bursting cerise of your heart.
Create from deep within, delve deeper still.
Creation at your core, life in your living.

Connect with those who feel like home, like stars, like sea.
Hold space for those lost at sea.
Lovingly witness those who feel like honey.
Observe yet be present enough so there is no stickiness attached to your skin.
Yet no bitterness from our tongues.
For they are you, we’re you and are love, just as you.

Fill yourself up from the well of wonder within.
Lonely, go deeper.
Seeking, be still.
Rest into all that you are.
The wealth of the world.
The expansion of the sky.
The consciousness of the Gods.
Allow yourself to fly.
All externally will magnetise in divine time.
Allow yourself to be whole, to be home.
As one body, mind, heart and soul wrapped in stars.
For no one can take that away.
There’s life in the living.
Being in who we are.

Bec Hart.

addiction, ascension, life, musings, rebirth, relationships, spirituality, Trauma


You’ve hidden the traumas, repressed your feelings and emotions. Denied your pain, dissociated from your reality, escaped through addiction and separated from yourself and all. Reality strikes, it’s a very long, complicated journey home.

Just when you feel you’ve got somewhere after years of deep change, through so many ways of listening to your body, your intuition, break ups, breakthroughs, self hate, self love, overcoming chronic health conditions, not seeking to escape and seeing the light in the dark and the colours inbetween.

Life is not going to become a magic carpet ride with rainbows, fluffy clouds and dancing unicorns.

When you’ve repressed so much it takes a lot to break you open, to crack down the walls, to expose the stomach riddled shame, the blame, the guilt, the deep crushing unworthiness and the projections/assaults of integrity you took on as your own because you thought you were damaged, evil, bad, ugly, crazy. Finding that it’s forgiving yourself that’s the most intensively, raw, radical gift yet so difficult to accept, to do, to be.

It’s not just trauma, pain, toxins, destruction held in the mind but also held so very deeply in the body. Through the organs, tissues, cells. There are no quick fixes, it’s painful, frustrating and irritating but there is however vast amounts of wisdom, humbling gratitude and radical love and compassion to be found. There’s creativity bursting through the inspiration of the cycles.

Life brings on more events not to punish you but to break free the repressed life, the hidden sensations, the barriers, the blocks, the walls. To free the pain, to melt the numbness, to crack your heart open and expose the hidden powerlessness. The victim, the perpetrator, the child, the teen, the broken adult that once was and the powerful, unwavering light that now is.

Allowing you to take ownership, to allow for all and breathe into the life, breathe into the vulnerability, the sensations. The deep, dark, driven depth of all that we unconsciously created to avoid this very moment where our world feels like it’s crumbling into a pit of despair.

Only to breakthrough the illusion on your quivering, lifeless, weak knees to realise in having nothing we have everything. In losing everything we find all. In this darkness there has to be light.

Today may feel like death. Your world may be upside down, you may feel so alone. You may have regrets, feel you could have done more.

Dear one place your hands on your heart and feel your heart beat, feel the breath; cool – warm, cool – warm, cradle your arms around your quivering body and look how you’ve not escaped this time, feel that deep love and acceptance, the worth that you are and always have been.

You’re here alone yet never alone, held by all. You didn’t abandon yourself, did you! That’s true strength and power.

Knowing that today may feel like death. Endings, raw nerves piercing through your bare, fragile skin. Allow for this but know at some point soon death brings fresh life, your story is not over, it’s just begun.

Observe how alive you are in this moment, no judgements good nor bad just an experience, one of many. Filled with colour, so very many colours, lessons, aliveness.

This is life.

Life bursting through the seams.

addiction, ascension, life, musings, rebirth, spirituality



AD – Anno domini – When Jesus was born or shortened version of advertisement.

DICTION – The chosen words and phrases spoken or written = spells.

144,000 – Significance in various religious movements and ancient prophetic belief systems.

The 144,000 that are here to change the game as such.

Interestingly 144 – spells ADD

000 – To me signifies power.

Out of the 144,000 that I am aware of all have suffered from or been grasped by addiction.

Addiction to me personally is a form of powerlessness, giving away power to an attachment of something outside of self in the hope that it can “fix” or “alter” life as it is.

Again 144,000 – ADD POWER – POWER FULL.

Full – whole – No need to hand over power “fix” or “alter” self or life.

The solution I believe lies in creation and creativity which can be found within the silence, source and connection. Thus the removal of ADDiction, spells, generational curses, advertisements and implants of “Added” diction through external programming and forces or power and control.

AddiCtion – C (control) = Addition.

Addition = The process of adding to something.

Addition + C = Addiction = adding control.

Therefore making an addition through creativity and source increases inner and outer connection = ADD POWER = living/life.

Just something I’ve been feeling into, I have found it quite interesting.

ascension, life, musings, rebirth, relationships, spirituality



Seeking perfection will never end as perfection shines within the imperfections.

Constantly learning and growing yet not grounding, what if we choose to just sit for a while and breathe in the beauty. All the knowing in the world won’t allow for this.

When seeing ourselves in another or maybe another answers our calls through their words, we are seeing God.

God runs through us all just as energy, no need to attach to another for we are all and there’s an infinite supply.

Everything unfolds in a state of perfection, allow, observe and breathe in the experience. There is no need to heal it, manipulate it, learn more, know more. Wisdom blossoms from seeing it, feeling it and allowing the expansiveness of just being with it.

We can never truly be alone as we are held by all as we in turn hold all, a skin to skin contact yet no merge. A beautiful dance with no style commanded a pure sensory explosion, a feast of freedom.

God as consciousness runs through us all whether we’re aware or not, it just is as the air we breathe, the land we walk upon, the sun that shines upon our magnificent bodies and the rain which cleanses our yearnings for more.

If we be still for just a moment, we may come to see we don’t need more, there is no more.

For we are all.

Embodied when we sit at the seat of the land and truly feel that feeling of vastness, stillness, the silent sweet poetry, that is us and is all.

ascension, life, musings, relationships, spirituality



I don’t desire to hear about transcending emotions and denying true feelings.
This isn’t true for me.
I desire to listen to my body and what it tells me with it’s vast sensory knowledge and strong sensitivities.
We have feelings yet we aren’t feelings, we’re human.
Soul and body, body and soul.
I don’t choose to absorb any projections yet I do understand.
I understand as I too once was really hurting and I projected too.
I trusted everyone apart from myself.
Then I trusted myself and nobody else.
Stuck in survival mode seeing all as a threat:
A trigger, a perpetrator, a victim a monster or a saviour.
I played all parts unconsciously, consciously yet intertwined.
Truly stuck in a web of deception, illusion and lies.
I don’t want to hear “I’m good, choose happiness” when I see in your eyes and feel in your energy you are far from that.
Yet some spirituality mirrors earlier conditioned ways teaching us to avoid our pain, our emotions, our feelings – be happy create your dream reality.
It reminds me of my drinking days, that made me happy for a while then it poisoned my system and ravaged my mind.
Talk to me about how you truly feel and what it feels like to break open, to shatter, to fall to the floor and to crawl back up still loving yourself and not throwing yourself in the fire of self hatred and judgement.
Show me the true you, the one who can admit they aren’t perfect and are riddled with doubt yet solutions both at the same time.
Show me how vulnerable you feel to feel the strength of someone who can speak their truth so you put them down to look strong.
Strength would be seeing yourself, the mirror that is you standing in that person and admitting you are deeply hurting, that’s why you lashed out, that’s when you’re strong.
I’m not going to judge you!
I’m tired of judging myself – it’s boring now.
You see when we push away our feminine or masculine our divinity within it creates the same effect without.
Likewise if you push away the masculine and feminine in your outer reality you seperate the masculine and feminine within.
Lack of connection.
Self hate.
Self harm.
Rage fuelling your life, drama filling your cup.
If only you allow yourself to break, to fall, to cry, to laugh, to sing.
To free yourself from the memories that are replaying constantly.
The children trapped within begging you to set them free.
See when I see you I don’t feel anger.
I don’t see us on different levels.
I don’t need to engage.
I observe, I pray.
I feel love, as I see me.

Bec Hart.