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



Am I bringing myself back to in each present moment, when creating and living.

If you place your past experiences all of them in your past for just a moment, no labels, any niggling thoughts of needing to fix, heal yourself, the world, another.

If there were no feelings of inadequacy, needing to be seen, loved, understood, validated.
If there was no need to provide, be more, do more, have more.

Stripping the brutal lies of who you were told you are. Your (THE) labels, illnesses, your mission, the lies and conditioning you thought were or are you, your natural essence.

Allowing the tower to fall into an expanse of nothingness.

If you for one moment sit, sit still in this moment, breathing, listening to life, feeling life, fuelling life and flowing as life.

In this moment feeling your incomparable wholeness, eternal wealth, source dripping nectar fuel beingness oozing into your external reality from within.

What’s that SPACE of creation, what’s that passion fuelled nourishing wholeness looking and feeling like – fresh days, fresh waves, fresh ways.

Creation from passion.

A new way/wave of BEing.

Bec Hart.

ascension, life, relationships, spirituality

Beautiful as a trigger – sexual distortion.

Beautiful as a trigger – sexual distortion.

As she sat there, he lay his hand upon her leg and told her how beautiful she is, how much he loved her. Forcing his urges energetically through her sensitive field. She could feel in the pit of her stomach, deep sensations of unease, wanting to run, wanting to hide, being oh so very confused, scared. Feeling she was far from beautiful as this did not feel like beauty, it felt dirty, sick, twisted. Most definitely not sacred, the body repulsed and the inner child hid in shame “but he loves me, he told me so.” He can’t help it he said, it’s because she was so beautiful.
Life carries on, she took the hit of blame, buried the past under a blank page.
Relationship after relationship, mirror after mirror gradually getting louder and louder till the penny dropped, stop, stop don’t touch me she screamed inside and out.
I can’t do this anymore, there’s nowhere to hide.
As she lay on the floor, holding herself, shaking, vomiting wanting to escape she committed to all of her, to now, to presence, to her vulnerabile, raw self.
An awakening realisation, she is beautiful, she is sacred and as she went deeper she most definitely wasn’t going to lose herself this time.
It wasn’t her truth, it wasn’t her fault, nor her cross to bare, it never was.
Deeper into love, deeper into truth she embraced her beauty, body and sexuality and wore it with pride, each touch a connection to the divine.
All a distortion, a glitch in the field, an ancestral gift waiting for someone to seek and not hide.
No more hiding, she rose in flames, shaking at the core yet liberated through time.

Bec Hart.

ascension, life, musings



Embracing raw essence, knowing it’s not weird, strange or separating.
A unique expression free from the clouded conditioning and beliefs of the nightmare we’d been told, sold and try so desperately to cling onto, into.
The true root of separation.
Trying to be, do and have the perfection that ceases to exist.
Chasing the invisible man hoping to be, do and have more.
Stripping the layers of the lies once sold, told.
Allowing the seperation to fall dissolving into a cauldron of creation, alchemy, magic, flow and fluidity.
Realising that you aren’t that different.
You’re true, raw, you.
The beauty in realising that we are all.
There’s nothing to seek, find or heal.
There’s everything to express, love and feel.
So lively, so colourful and such fullness, flavour, dimensional essence in all.
In this beautiful space.
A wholesome fragrance, bitter, sweet, sickly, scary or safe.
Seeing all as an unlimited experience.
Here now, always here.
Knowing we couldn’t have had one without the other.
The middle point.
Bec Hart.

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.