Embrace One-ness: A Spirit Guided Vision

Channeling Paloma of the Here and Now

Arms spread wide, black hair flowing out, I stand with my back against Paloma, her arms around me. I can feel her heart beating.

Black flames race out from her fingertips encircling us, encircling the whole world.

I stand. I wait. I feel Her power.

Kathy Crabbe, Paloma, 2013, mixed media on paper, 5 x 8”Kathy Crabbe, Paloma, 2013, mixed media on paper, 5 x 8”

I repeat the words:

You are not your paintings.

You are not your work.

You are Divine.

You are Goddess.

Let go.

Let go.

Embrace the One-ness

Embrace the One-ness.

And I smile and feel my shoulders relax, a weight has lifted. I breathe in the morning.

I can do it. You can too. Whatever is making you miserable and bringing you down, know that you too will get though this.

Paloma lifts me up onto a stone ledge so that I am facing her. We are in a Cretan Cave of Red Bulls.* I place my hands upon red imprints of other hands on the cave walls feeling Herstory within me.

Like a jackal I howl; a thin, mournful sound that echoes back at me increasing in depth until it blends with my heartbeat.

Then we laugh, our teeth bared and shining...the Moon beckons and we go.

Cretan Cave of the Bulls Sketch by Kathy Crabbe

Shrine at Catal Huyuk, end of 7th millenium, B.C. ~ Sketch by Kathy Crabbe

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*Reference: See Marija Gimbutas book, The Language of the Goddess for more info about the ancient European Goddess-oriented civilizations that lived in peace and harmony with nature.

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Vision Questing as Raven Persephone

Channeling Persephone: A Vision Quest Kathy Crabbe, Raven Persephone, 2013, mixed media on paper, 5 x 8”"Help me Persephone. I am exhausted with the business of selling."

And so Persephone becomes a Raven and we race through the Underworld, me on her back, until we come to an old woman wearing rags and feathers by the name of Gemma. She has very long fingers and a cloak which she wraps around me. I am listening, though I am weary and can barely stand. She taps me three times with a silver coin and I become one with the Divine and nothing else matters.

I am the Triple Goddess and I see a link with my art. "See something you like, make me an offer," but my rational mind says, "You have tried this and it didn't work," so I hop back on Raven Persephone and back we go through the Underworld; ancestors on all sides, and I'd like to stop and chat and I think, "these visions are stories that I could illustrate, but...I don't like to illustrate." And again my hopes are dashed.

On we go, faster and faster until all is a blur. I hold on tight. Then suddenly She is gone and I am floating, weightless, not really moving. And I feel nothing and my mind is blank. I hear my phone ring but I ignore it; it's the world calling again, but no one is home although I am getting hungry.

I can feel my hair growing and growing, down, down, down to the Earth and I have no fear. Nothing can reach me up here (or down there?) And I call out for Persephone yet again. But I am Persephone and Demeter is not here and I weep for my Mother who is so far away and she weeps for me. We are alone, each in our own worlds, but there is no time for weeping. There is work to do.

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Info about the artwork above: Kathy Crabbe, Raven Persephone, 2013, mixed media on paper, 5 x 8”. Kathy Crabbe: Guiding Your Creative Soul

Entering the Light

Persephone AltarAnd again I face my Persephone Painting (the big one) and decide to create a smaller version before going any further (a linoblock print is next). And again I pull a Norse Rune to help me connect with Persephone, Goddess of the Underworld.

Channeling Persephone ~ A Ghostly Taleansuz - A God, Mouth

Persephone: "Meet me in the Circle" (there are ghosts everywhere), but we go deeper and deeper into the center, which is blood-red.

Persephone hands me a sphere also colored blood-red. "Drink, drink," she says and so I do and the sphere empties of colour and glows clear. "Now, you are one of us. You can see/hear/feel everything down here."

She puts a paintbrush in my hand and I'm back in the cave, as before, waiting to be guided to what I need to do. Persephone helps me stay focused on my purpose and not get distracted.

Me: (I realize this is how I like to work). A sunflower lights my way and I hold it with one hand and ask the dark spirits what to draw.

Dark Spirits: Go on.

Persephone: Your way is lit, your eyes shine through mine. March on, march on, march on.

Me: I see endless trails of white leading to souls; unhappy, trapped.

Persephone: Be with them, reassure them, show them the light - the source. Hold up your sphere. The sunflowers light your way.

And then, like a vacuum cleaner, or a moth to a flame, the soul's eyes open and they are sucked up and into the light by force of their will and their desire to be One with Source.

Me: What am I?

Persephone: You are the witness.

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