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The wind it moves.
A sacred dance.
A loose structure.
Pure cleansing.
The wind holds eyes.
In ancient skies.
Orange – red.
A holy bed.
A resting wake.
A longing tooth.
From foot to eye.
From brick to roof.
Ancient winds.
The tide shall turn.
Some will win.
Some shall learn.
In both a winner.
No loser.
The Earth.
The wind.
Blows wolf.
Angelic might.

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Will there ever be a time where we can just be ourselves and that be enough.
Where all needs are provided for without having to give into systems, structures, cages, restrictions, doing “me” rather than being.
I can’t give into it, this way of work. I’m not a funnel, robotic device that wants to commit my all to serving humanity at the expense of myself.
Service yes! With flow, passion, creativity, a guiding light, no plan yet a purpose provided in each now, each heartbeat, each breath.
My love.
Birthing creativity with imperfection, life force, passion, playfulness.
I yearn the freedom of fire, the dance of the air, the flow of water, the wildness of spirit, the stability of Earth, the sensitivity and strength of the trees and the wealth of metals.
Are my desires too much, too out there, too vast.
Universe where are you as I speak I hear you, why is it you don’t hear me.
Invisible, unseen in a world yet I am true to myself, why is this God.
It feels that way anyway.
Lately I’ve felt alone, all I desired fell through once again.
I’m left with not really much outside of myself, it would seem this way by sight.
All I do witness and have around me I deeply appreciate.
I know there’s no permanence.
I know that I truly am love.
I am myself.
I haven’t left myself in all this chaos.
I’m here.
Breathing, beating, still, moving.
If I have anything I have myself.
That can never be taken away.
I’m still here.
A sign.
A sign of life.

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They say danger is a stranger.
Yet I’m the one I lost.
Nothing stranger than the danger.
Of who you thought you was.
Leaping, pulling.
Dissecting from the one.
A million scattered shards.
An angel minus blood.
They say passion is a fashion.
I see passion get lost in lust.
The colour RED.
LOVE lost.
Heart bled.
Lover turned to dust.

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Over the next 3-5 days there will be a continuation of the energies arising of deep healing. Consider it as a deep outer exfoliation and a deep inner power surge and grounding.
You may find you are feeling aches, pains, aversion to certain foods all is your body speaking to you to let you know what it NEEDS from you.  Allow your body to guide the way with food, drinks and exercise choices rather than the mind,  have fun with this, allow it to be a pleasurable experience.
Aches and pains are speaking of old injuries, repressed emotions and/or traumas, you could choose to sit with these, feel them, speak to them in kindness. Give yourself the things you needed to hear at the time so if you felt alone – “I am here, I am with you,  I won’t leave you, breathe into this, hold the area.” Add colour, fragrance, movement, energy healing etc to assist.
Outwardly you may find that there are challenges,  these challenges are brought forward at this time to assist you in being fully in your power, saying YES to only things you truly want in your life. If it’s a maybe is that the energy you would like to receive back?

Feeling is key – allow yourself to feel the darkness then allow yourself to alchemise this with the opposing feelings (what you DO want). This is a high manifestation period where you can create huge change through ALCHEMICAL magic.

Presence is key – Are you doing things out of joy, excitement,  passion or a need to be wanted, accepted, avoiding confrontation. If you feel tired, alone, not wanting to do anything; you could choose to ask, what am I scared of, why am I remaining stuck when there is so much I desire, what do I feel this comfort and safety is bringing me, what am I waiting for? If you find yourself running, physically or being “busy” constantly. You could choose to ask, what am I avoiding,  why do I fear this, Is this really what I desire.

If you find yourself running sit still for answers: If you find yourself sitting still run or exercise and allow the answers to flow.

Mix it up – you are the power, the change, the authority.

You are the creator of your life and all is energy. What energy are you calling back to you in this now? New reality or old reality. Evolve or revolve.

Art and predictions by Bec Hart.

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What when we strip it all away.
Working with no payment in sight.
Unconditionally sharing creation for passions wake.
Righteousness washed away.
What when we let go that old fairytale that others need us.
Knowing the truth, it is they whom need themselves.
Everyone is exactly where they need to be.
The universe guides all, not our ego self.
When we let go of our hidden trauma tendencies.
Lay our desperate helping hands on another shelf.
Our own dormant yet revolving health.
Fixing our mighty old reflection in the form of another, calling it help.
A need to assist a humanity who is far from broken.
To feel needed, wanted, good in a world – let us crack this fallacy open.
What when we admit our polarization causes pain not peace.
Attracts disaster, poverty, shame.
What if we lose our validation.
Our right to claim.
What is left.
Who are you.
Who remains.
A selfless act, a surrender to God.
God your highest self.
Whom sees everything is in perfect order.
Steps back into life’s creative corner.
Seen as selfish to others yet is this a service to all.
Had we been blindly fooled.
Mutters that they need you now more than ever.
Eyes see truth, go within rather than trying to “fix” another.
To glue together your perfect view.
What hope remains, in this old stale tale.
If we all committed to caring for ourselves.
What would our lives look like.
Would we be hidden on a shelf.
What if we stripped ourselves of everything we knew.
The absolute appeared.
Raw, awake, shaking, dripping with life.
No accolades in sight.
A true being of unconditional love.
A sight that shall blind.
Undeniably you.
Of pure life, love and truth.

Bec Hart.

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We don’t desire you to worship us.
We don’t desire you to project at us either.
Please do worship yourself.
Your flaws, imperfections, darkness, light, love, compassion.
All you see in me, is within you too.
Your inner self is calling.
You are your Mother and Father.
Connect to your inner feminine and allow her to speak, dance, flow.
For she is calling you.
Mirrored through me.
Your strength and power lay here.
Go deep and deeper, still.

We do not need a saviour, a warrior, a protector.
For I am, see, are all those as our self.
You were sold a lie.
One that could never be met.
Feel your feelings.
Break, cry, flow.
Hold space , yes.
Be there, yes.
More so, be you.
Be there for you.
That is more than enough.
We see you.
We hear you.

In those times you feel you miss another.
You are missing you.
There is an intelligent disconnect.
Misaligned to align further.
Go deep, go deeper still.
Enter that portal to love right there.
Alone yet never lonely.
Never truly alone.
Always held.
Hear your breath.
Feel your skin.
Taste the air.

We don’t need to be told we are loved.
We feel it.
We are it.
As are you.
We see you.
We are you.
We are love.
It’s not to be sought.
Nor to be stole.
Yet to be still.

Allow yourself to sink into those parts you see as flawed, forbidden, bad, unhinged, unmasculine.
Apathy, empathy, lust, envy, sensitivity, insensitivity, childlike curiosity, wonder.
Shine pure light upon them and merge with their unique beauty.
As you are beauty itself.
Pour your sacred love and awareness into their deep, dark, suffocated flesh.
Breathe new life.

Dear Masculine.
More than ever.
Allow yourself to be you.
The true you.
Not the lie once sold.
The boy that felt everything.
The boy that accepted all as they are and were.
The boy who dreamt his biggest dreams.
The boy who spoke to stars of a night sky.
The boy that loved and loved some more.
Strip the mask.
You are safe.
The boy becomes a Man.
When your Child is heard, held, nurtured.
Life breathed into life.
So very whole.

Bec Hart.

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Life to me is art.
An expression of our selves in each and every given moment.
An introspection expressed outwardly in any given way.
A reflection and deep immersion.
Shown and found.
Created and fed.
We are all creators.
Our differences can create unity.
The yin to the yang.
The circle around shadow and light.
The circle of life.
Acceptance of all.
As it is.
In each given moment.
In each flavour of form.
Home – found in the whole or the hole.
We are each and all throughout our many lives, faces, names, guises, realities, truths.
Seperate, together.
Full or hungry.
Here or there.
Art is life and passion is my fuel.
So very filled right now yet not a filled purse in sight.
Life an experience.
An expression.
An exquisite diverse journey of artwork.
Many forms.
Many colours.
Many contrasts.
Many lively moments.
Even in the stillness.
A beating heart.
A friendly breath.
A living breathing art form.
Is that which we are.

Bec Hart.