Friday, April 15, 2016

How to Bring Back Lakshmi and Abundance Into the World

THE GODDESS LAKSHMI – by Barbara Wilder

The Goddess Lakshmi is the expression of the Great Mother that represents all the luscious abundance that the Earth offers to humanity — nurturing abundance that flows with ease and grace from Her for the benefit of All. The legends say that all women of the world are forms of Lakshmi, and that where Lakshmi presides, there is prosperity, virtue, righteousness, truth, and compassion.
In one of the Lakshmi myths, Devendra, King of the Gods, carelessly allows his horse to trample Lakshmi's lotus blossom necklace. The great sage Durvarsa is so incensed by this lack of respect for the gracious Mother of All, that he puts a curse on Devendra so that he might never experience Lakshmi’s abundance again.
Inadvertently, this curse on Devendra deprives the entire Earth of Lakshmi's presence. Without the Goddess of abundance and compassion, the land becomes barren, bringing about great suffering. As food supplies begin to dwindle, only the wealthy kings who have great stores of food are unaffected. As the people across the land starve, the kings continue to feast from golden plates. This division between the rich and the poor pleases the demons that partner with the kings and celebrate and fuel their greed.
Eventually, of course, even the stores of food in the palaces begin to run dry. When they start to go hungry as well, the kings realize their folly and appeal to the gods to intervene and bring Lakshmi back.
The gods, recognizing that the Earth cannot survive without Lakshmi and her gracious abundance, send out search parties to find Her. They learn that she now resides under the Sea of Milk. The gods know she will not be brought back easily. They know she will not just come because the gods who had so easily shunned her want her back. Nor would the wishes of the powerful kings be enough to convince her to return.  It will, they realize,  take the power of all the gods, all the mortals, rich and poor, and even all the demons working together to churn the Sea of Milk to bring Her back to the Earth. The mortals are quickly convinced to join in the effort. But it takes much politicking for the gods to convince the demons to join.  Only when the gods promise that when Lakshmi is restored to Earth the kings will regain their wealth and once again turn to them to support their wars and greed do the demons reluctantly agree.
Everyone gathers on the shores of the Sea of Milk and using whatever implements they have brought with them, they all begin to churn. And they churn and churn for many days, but to no good outcome. Lakshmi does not appear. The demons are gleeful, and begin to depart rejoicing in the failure of the gods.  But just at that moment Lakshmi rises up out of the Sea of Milk, standing on a great fuchsia colored lotus blossom, golden coins, all the abundance of her sacred realm pouring from Her hands. She also brings the ambrosia to heal the land and infuse the Earth with Her riches once more. But, as the people and gods celebrate with great joy to honor and give thanks to their great Mother, the demons steal the ambrosia.  Lakshmi, disgusted with the gods’ and the peoples’ carelessness with her sacred gifts prepares to return to the Sea of Milk.
The great God Vishnu, the preserver of the Universe, has been watching, He cannot stand by any longer. He knows the immense worth of the Great Goddess and he also loves the people very much. So, disguised as a beautiful a seductress, Vishnu arrives, and Lakshmi recognizing Vishnu in feminine form, delays her departure. Vishnu coaxes the ambrosia from the demons, with the promise of sharing it equally between the gods, the mortals, and the demons. The demons give in, seduced by Vishnu’s feminine charms. Vishnu fills everyone’s cups with the ambrosia. But as gods and mortals celebrate the demons collapse in death. The ambrosia was the essence of pure love, and evil cannot withstand that powerful elixir.
At last, Lakshmi reigns as Mother of the Earth once more, bestowing all Her riches on the people of the Earth, Her beloved children. Instantly springs gush up through the parched earth, streams begin to flow, grass, trees, flowers, and vegetables grow, bloom, and bear fruit. The animals that have been dying in the wasteland drink from the new lakes and rivers and revive.  Lushness abounds throughout the earth.   

I must note here that the demons, so easily foiled in the Lakshmi myth, have yet to be overcome historically. But we all hold the ambrosia, which is pure love, in our hearts.  

Saturday, April 2, 2016

NEW! Video Blog - Transformation Talks with Barbara Wilder


Hi, Everyone.

I am excited to begin Vlogging here on my Blog. These are short talks about how to surf the emotional waters as we move through this powerful time of transformation from the old duality culture of domination and subservience into the new unity culture of caring, sharing and abundance for all..  This is the most exciting time in all of human history.  But letting go of old belief systems and patterns that hold us hostage takes some real emotional and metaphysical skills and support.

And working with meditation tools can be our greatest helper. I have worked with Light Energy Meditation techniques for forty years, and I know how they can soften our journey and open our hearts and minds to new and powerful levels of consciousness.  So, I am offering in this Vlog tips and meditations to help you navigate this exciting and challenging journey.

Enjoy.

Blessings of love, light, joy, and abundance for All,
Barbara

Friday, September 11, 2015

THE METAPHYSICAL SIGNS, SYMBOLS, AND SIGNIFICANCE OF 9/11


By Barbara Wilder -  9/11/2015

For those who don’t know, I am the author of a book called MONEY IS LOVE: Reconnecting the Sacred Origins of Money that was published in 1999. I am also what some might call an “urban shaman.”  Thus I have been very focused on the transformation of our financial systems for many years. I truly believe that we, as a collective, are in the process of changing from a fear based economy to a love based economy.  And now, fourteen years after 9/11, we are beginning to see strong signs of a love-based economy beginning to germinate.

I feel that today is an appropriate time to share some of my observations and insights about the events of 9/11 and the subsequent events that followed. 

I received very strong messages and signs in the days leading up to 9/11 and in the subsequent months and years that followed.  I was able to interpret some of the signs and symbols I observed at the time, very quickly, others took more time for the meanings to reveal themselves. 

So, I’d like to share the personal shamanic journey I found myself traversing during the days leading up to September 11, and share with you the signs and symbols I observed and participated in along with my interpretation of them at the time and then in retrospect. And then follow up with the subsequent signs and symbols that came after. This is all to give you a deeper understanding of the immense and even cosmic significance of the events of September 11, 2001 and how they relate to the emergence of the new era of love, caring, sharing, and unity that is blossoming even as I write this, in the midst of economic crisis and chaos.
    
The shock and the tragedy of the attacks of 9/11 shook the American people to the core. Our hearts were literally broken open. Think back to that day, and remember how you felt. Some of you reading this were just children at the time, so perhaps you will remember your own feelings, but also you may want to see if you can recall how the adults around you responded.
 
I, like almost everyone in the U.S., sat stunned in front of the T.V. most of that first day watching the footage of the fall of the Twin Towers. My husband and I were joined by a few friends, but there was very little conversation, as the events played out over and over again and again before us. It was impossible to turn off the television. We sat trance-like trying to comprehend it.  Trying to take it into our psyches and digest it. Most countries in the world have been attacked from outside forces, but this had never happened on the mainland of the United States of America. 

As I emerged slowly from my state of shock, I began to try to make sense out of this hideous event for myself.  Also, while I watched with horror and sadness, I was aware of a faint whisper in the back of my mind that said that this was somehow positive. The whisper became louder and louder until I was shocked into the realization that this was not just some random act of terror, but an event of cosmic proportions whose meaning I needed to unravel. I went directly to my default mode of exploration, which is to look to history, no matter how recent, to find meaning in a present situation. And my first inquiries are usually personal. So, what was I doing before this sudden and horrific event shook our very foundations as a national community, and why the World Trade Center?  Were there signs that I saw, but didn’t comprehend? The answer to the first question was simple, I had been in Tucson, Arizona two days prior, where I’d delivered a keynote address to open the SRI in the Rockies annual conference. This event was and still is the premier annual national gathering of sustainable and responsible investment (SRI) professionals and related organizations who work to direct the flow of investment capital in transformative ways. This was the first time this group heard about the concept that Money is Love, and that we were in the process of a consciousness shift which was going to lift money and the economy up into a higher vibration of love, caring and sharing.  Was that significant?  I wasn’t sure, so I put that on hold, and wound my way back to the day before the talk.  I had flown to Phoenix from Denver and rented a car and drivento Tucson on September 7. Nothing remarkable about the trip, so I ignored that and moved on.  And then I remembered what had happened the day before that.

I was in my home loft office working on the talk I was going to give in Tucson. It was early evening.  My husband, Patrick was downstairs in his office. I looked up from my computer and watched a bird preparing for the night outside the window. I felt at peace with the world and very excited about being able to share the Money is Love message with this august group of conscious financial movers and shapers, when suddenly I felt a shooting pain in my heart which got increasingly intense. I tried to breathe through it, but as I did I got faint and finally realized that there might be something really wrong. I called for my husband, who drove me immediately to the hospital. He was sure I was having a heart attack, and I wasn’t completely convinced that I wasn’t, though I didn’t feel like that was true. I was rushed into the emergency room and hooked up to the electrocardiogram machine. 

While everyone in the E.R. bustled around me in their life saving mode, I was strangely calm, but I was aware that that this is often the case for people in physical trauma once they realize they are being cared for.  And then suddenly all the hustle and bustle stopped. I was left alone for a few minutes, and then the doctor came in and announced that there was nothing wrong at all. My heart was fine. I asked why it happened. He responded by asking  me a series of questions to see if this was a panic attack or perhaps an allergic reaction, but all my answers proved that neither of these were the case. I hadn’t been in any kind of stressful situations in my personal or business life. I meditated every day. I had not eaten anything out of the ordinary. He had to admit that there was nothing that he could find that would precipitate the attack. I saw that he was truly perplexed as he walked out of the room. Relieved, Patrick drove me home. The only logical explanation, which the doctor didn’t agree with, but that made Patrick feel better was that I had had a panic attack. And for the sake of family unity, I said that he was right. But I was perfectly fine as soon as I got to the hospital. I felt no panic in my body or mind at all. But it did happen. That I knew. But “why” remained a big question for me. 
  
Staring at the television as that horrible day continued, I watched for the hundredth time the Twin Towers’ destruction before I traveled in my memory to day after my “heart event” when I’d arrived in Tucson.  It was September 7th. The conference was being held in a resort in the mountains outside of Tucson, but I was staying in town at the Hilton Hotel that night. After dinner I retired to my room. It was a lovely cool evening, and I sat on the terrace gazing out at the moonlit mountains. I would be speaking somewhere in those mountains in less than twenty-four hours, so I took some time in contemplation and harmonized my energy with the energy of the resort and the people that would be at the conference. 

I felt a strong connection in my heart, and I remembered feeling a sweet warm feeling and actually smiling. At that moment I saw a huge, shining column of opaque white light coming out of the sky and anchored into the mountains. I had never seen or even heard of anything like this before. I kept blinking my eyes, and I even slapped my face lightly to see if I was in a trance state of some kind. But I was truly alert, and the column of light remained. It was in the distance descending from the sky and into the mountains.  And it didn’t end at the top of the highest mountain but ended in the side of the mountains about half way down. As I sat staring at it in amazement, the thought crossed my mind that it might be pointing to, or planting itself into, the resort where the conference was going to take place. I don’t know how long it stayed there, but it was a considerable amount of time. Perhaps as long as five minutes. I was so mesmerized and fascinated by it, that I didn’t even think to look at my watch. But it wasn’t just a flash that could be explained away as lightning. And it certainly didn’t look like lightning or like any natural occurrence I had ever seen.  It lasted minutes, and it didn’t move or shift position or blink or flicker. Later, I researched such phenomena and discovered that others had seen columns of light like this one, and thankfully some had had the presence of mind to photograph them.   


This is a photograph of a column of white light 
similar to the one I saw.


Science has explained this phenomenon as being caused by light from the sun or moon being reflected off of ice crystals in the atmosphere, and I don’t dispute the science, it could be that.  But at that moment I saw this as a powerful sign form the universe that the following day’s conference and the introduction of Money is Love consciousness to it was supported by the universe. I interpreted it as a sign on its own, because I did not yet have a larger context in which to hold it.  

At this time I did not consider that the previous day’s heart episode was connected. As a reader of signs and symbols, I never see such phenomena as random. I see them as expressions and communications from Gaia, or God, or Mother Earth. We narcissistic humans are not the only sentient beings on an unconscious blob of dirt and water spinning in the middle of a non-conscious sea of empty space. The Mother Earth is a sentient being who has been talking to us from the beginning of human existence. The idea that she would stop talking to us now, simply because some people don’t believe that she does is irrelevant. 

Thus said, I interpreted this phenomenon, this column of light, to mean that this meeting of socially responsible bankers and investors was a point of Light on the earth where the message of Money is Love was being focused.  And it was in that joyous consciousness that I drove up into the mountains the following day, September 8, 2001, to deliver the message of love and light to people who I was sure were poised to hear it and open their hearts and minds to receive it.

Not so fast, Barbara Wilder.  My gleeful bubble burst after my keynote address. No one flocked to buy my book, and very few people even spoke to me. Several people were downright rude and turned their backs as I approached them at the opening night party. I felt like I had failed totally as I slunk back to my room and packed to leave the next day.  

In the morning I went to the breakfast buffet early, so that I could avoid as many people as possible.  I took my plate to an empty table on the periphery of the outside dining area on the lush lawn. But as I sat eating and hoping that no one would notice me, my table began to fill up with young people, mostly young men, who were very excited about Money is Love and hungry to learn more.  This raised my spirits as I realized this was a new message for a new era, and the younger people were the ones who were going to get it, and take it into their businesses, their banks, and their investments. Ah, that was a lovely experience that I took as a validation of my interpretation of the column of white light, and I flew home that afternoon, wrapped in its warm glow. 

So, those events were my personal history leading up to the fall of the towers and the loss of 2996 lives.  And as I began to analyze them in the hours and days after 9/11, I began to hear the faint whisper of a positive meaning and a powerful sense of hope, as a though a bud was about to bloom. Strange, yes, and certainly not something I shared with anyone during those first days while hundreds of heart-sick people searched for their loved ones. But I was on a mission to interpret my personal journey to see if there were answers there to why this had happened and what it meant.

I looked first at the acute pain that struck me in my heart and sent me to the emergency room to check for a heart attack. That became clear right away, because I have had similar experiences in the past that I hadn’t thought before, but now, I had a new context from which to examine it, and it became quite clear.  I realized that I had actually been struck in the heart with an empathic premonition of the 9/11 attacks and the heart breaks that it would precipitate.

The second event, which was the bright, opaque column of light, descending from the sky into the mountainside I interpreted as Divine energy entering the heart of the SRI conference like an acupuncture needle, activating the Money is Love consciousness in those who would be able to embody it and bring it into the world through their powerful financial dealings.

The third event, my being shunned after my talk about Money Is Love, which I didn’t understand fully until just recently, was a precursor of the next several years as the message of 9/11 was ignored by the old guard who continued to propagate fear, anger, despair and war.

And finally, the fourth event was how my feeling of rejection had been assuaged that weekend by the bright young people who joined me for breakfast, hungry for information about the new consciousness around Money and economics. This I realized was a message to show me the promise of the future. And now, as I write this fourteen years later, I have begun to meet even younger people who are ready and excited about being co-facilitators in the creation of a new love-based economy.  What a joy, and how grateful I am for that table full of bright young people on September 9th, 2001.  

An added bit of information about that SRI conference, which I learned later, was that many of the people at that conference lives were saved by not being at their home offices in the Twin Towers that weekend. Saved for what purpose?  Random chance?  Or were some of them going to become fledgling facilitators of the emerging love-based economy?

But still I didn’t understand the significance of the destruction of the Twin Towers.  I knew it was about heartbreak, because of my own heart episode. And I thought about how when we experience personal heart breaking tragedy such as divorce, the death of a loved one, or life-threatening illness, these events not only break our hearts, they break our hearts open so that we become bigger containers for the joyful next stages of our lives (if we allow it.)  

The answer came the following day, as I was channel surfing to try to get a respite from the continuous footage of the Towers falling. I happened upon a rerun of Bill Moyer’s interview with the American mythologist and philosopher, Joseph Campbell, from a PBS series called The Power of Myth.  It was filmed in the final year of Campbell’s life in 1987, and originally aired a year after his death in 1988.  And fourteen years before 9/11. 

I tuned into the interview midway through the show while Campbell was explaining that as we look back through history we can learn the main focus of a society by the nature of the tallest building in town. In the Gothic period, he said, it was quite evident that religion was the main focus of the culture, because the cathedral was the tallest building in town. In the seventeenth and eighteenth centuries, he explained it was politics and the political palaces. “And now,” he said, — and it was at this point that he began gesturing with both his hands – “Now our focus is on commerce and the economy.”  As he said this, he raised his hands in front of him, as if drawing two towers in the air. That was it.  The World Trade Center’s Twin Towers — the tallest buildings in New York City — were the symbol of a culture focused on and dedicated to commerce and economics. What Campbell didn’t add was that the economy and commerce had become steeped in greed and injustice, so the Twin Towers had come to symbolize not just the economy and commerce, but the consciousness of fear, greed, and injustice as well, which are all attributes of duality, and this was not one building, but two.  Duality.  

 I realized this was a validation of what I had been sensing internally, but hadn’t the words to express it. Why I felt such a strong feeling of hope was because the cultural symbol of our fear and greed-based economy was gone.

The more I thought about the signs the more I realized that this was truly an auspicious moment in human history, a literal turning point, but the proof of the pudding, the real humdinger of a sign that a shift had occurred, was the reaction of the American people and our friends around the world.  That warm feeling I had in my heart --  that feeling of hope -- was made manifest by the remarkable way the general population responded. Instead of immediately going into fear and jumping from there to the thirst for revenge, the very first response of the majority of the American people was Love and caring for those who had been hurt or who had lost their loved ones. The way that many expressed this Loving and caring was by sending Money — and not just a little bit of money, but what added up to over three billion dollars.  And as I watched those millions and then billions of dollars flow into New York City, I realized that each and every dollar was sent with powerful, open-hearted sympathy and infused with the emotional energy of Love and caring. For a brief moment, billions of dollars were turned into vehicles of Love. Money as love is love in action.  

Though this spirit of connectedness and caring lasted only a few weeks, it signaled to me a crack in the foundation of the old economic paradigm of fear and greed, and this combined with my own personal observances and events seemed a harbinger of the new era of Loving, caring, and sharing economy to come. As time went on, I realized that this was actually the historical marker of the end of the old paradigm and the birth of the new.  This was truly a cosmic event.

There was, of course, great resistance to this new, emerging Loving and caring consciousness, which was exemplified by the media and the government of the United States as they promoted the old-paradigm standby modes of fear, anger, and revenge in a non-stop barrage that finally was able to turn the focus of a large part of the population away from Love and caring to fear, anger, hatred, and a lust for revenge.

But that wasn’t the end of the signs and symbols of this remarkable event.

In the aftermath of 9/11, as the debris was cleared of the wreckage the Twin Towers, along with the other five buildings in World Trade Center Plaza which suffered irreparable collateral damage, New York City’s major, Rudolf Giuliani declared that the World Trade Center would be rebuilt.  But two years later, after many attempts to come to an agreement on a design for the new Twin Towers, it was finally decided not to rebuild them, but instead to create a memorial in their footprints. 

Of course, the towers could not be rebuilt, because the era of which they were the symbol was over.  But even after making the decision to build the memorial the actual construction was fraught with delays that stretched out over nearly eight years. This was a direct metaphor of what was happening in our society as the purveyors of the old paradigm refused to die, waging wars and continuing to do greed based business as usual with the outcome being the Financial Crisis of 2008.  

The final design of the memorial that  opened on September 11, 2011 on the tenth anniversary of the attacks was not a traditional dominator era monument.  But instead, the Memorial harkens back to the time when the Divine Feminine was honored and beloved — a time when holy places were not built up toward the heavens, but were carved into the earth or in caves, many of which had sacred springs. The design as everyone is familiar with now, is built down in the earth in the footprints of the towers, and has two enormous waterfalls, spilling into two one acre     reflecting pools that are surrounded by four hundred trees.  And to add to the mystical quality of this memorial and its significance in the great shift in humanity’s evolution, it is believed that a spring considered sacred by the Native Americans lies beneath it. 

By using the symbols of the ancient Divine Feminine culture that was rooted in the healing, nurturing, life-giving, and life affirming aspects of the Divine Mother Earth to immortalize the demise of the disintegrating Dominator Culture, the symbol of the old paradigm is not just being tossed onto a dung heap to rot, but instead it is being loved and honored and healed as the Divine Mother re-emerges from the mists to take her place beside the Divine Father in the evolving Divine Partnership Era in Sacred Marriage.  

Of course, all around this healing shrine, the work of rebuilding the rest of the buildings of the Plaza continue to be mired in delays. Of the five planned buildings only two have opened their doors as I write this in August 2015.  Of course, as we are looking at symbols and signs, we can observe the struggles to build a new World Trade Center as a reflection of the struggles we are having in letting go of the old broken fear-based economy and beginning to build the new love-based economy.

And the symbolism continued to delight me when the first completed building in the plaza, which is now the tallest building in the western hemisphere, finally opened its doors on November 4, 2014.  Joseph Campbell I’m sure would be the first to recognize that this new tallest building in “town” does represent the focus of the new emerging culture of connection, community, and partnership and not the old economic culture, because first of all it is not a financial institution. Its main anchor tenant is Conde Nast, the publishing and media company whose mother magazine, Conde Nast is a magazine devoted to international travel, connection and communication.  And also because this new building's extraordinary height was created by the addition of a 408 foot spire that houses an enormous communication antenna. Both of these factors are symbols of the emerging new-era consciousness of communication, connection, global community and unity.  And the icing on the symbolic cake is that this building is called One World Trade Center, and is topped by the One World Observatory.  One World. Connection, Community, and yes, unity.  Just one tower.  

And the icing on the symbolic cake is that this building, this tallest building in the western hemisphere, is called One World Trade Center, and is topped by the One World Observatory.  One World. Connection, Community, Unity. 







Wednesday, July 16, 2014

The Divine Feminine – The Beginning

 The is an excerpt from Chapter Three in my forthcoming book -
Creating a Sacred Marketplace 
The Divine Feminine – The Beginning
Embodying the Divine Feminine is one of the most important tasks of our time."    -- Marion Woodman?

       As we move toward creating a sacred marketplace we need to become more deeply familiar with Divine Feminine consciousness and how it influences our understanding of abundance. Before there was one male God in the Sky, and before there was a pantheon of male and female gods who lived on mythical mountains, there was One Mother God who was all around us.  She was the Spirit of the Earth Herself, and humanity knew nothing else but that they were part of Her. There was no separation between people and the Divine Mother Earth, because the concept of separation did not yet exist in human awareness. We were part of the tribe, which was part of the Earth like the trees, the water, the, animals, as well as the sun and the moon, the sky, and everything that was. There was only Oneness. 

        As we reconnect money to its spiritual roots we must first get a better understanding of the Divine Mother, or the Divine Feminine. As I wrote in Chapter One, the Divine Mother was revered all over the world in the pre-Dominator cultures. She was known by different names:
Inanna
Isis, Inanna, Ishtar, Sri, Devi, Lakshmi, Kuan Yin, Astarte, Asherah, Mother Mary, and so many others, depending on the time and the culture. In all, it was She to whom the ancients gave thanks for all the riches of the Earth.

Our ancient ancestors didn't just believe, but rather knew, that all things were sacred parts of the Divine Mother Earth. They were all part of the great Oneness. Each moment was a holy moment, because everything was part of the Spirit-infused experience of being alive. That sacred Oneness — that understanding that the Divine Mother was not something larger and separate from them, but an integral part of them — was all there was. Thus, there was no Heaven or Hell as we might understand them today; there was only the One holy world.

As much as forty-thousand years ago ancient artists traveled from as far away as the Russian Steppes to the Caves of Lascaux in southern France. There, they crawled miles down inside the sacred caves and created magnificent paintings to honor all of Life. My sense is that these sacred caves felt to the ancient people like the very womb of the Great Mother. And in them they must have experienced both a sacred stillness, as well the heartbeat of the Mother Herself. Their paintings were offerings to Her — to the womb from which they came and to which they returned at death.

There was no scarcity or lack for some and not for others. There was just what there was. In times of abundant hunting and gathering there was abundance for all, and even in times of drought or poor hunting whatever these early peoples had was shared equally among them, because the Divine Mother shared equally with all her children in good times and hard times. The sacred exchange of food, the first form of money and the marketplace, was all part of the great Oneness and sanctified by Her great love.  

When there is unity we all sit around the fire and eat what there is. If someone is sick and needs more to help him or her get stronger then that is just part of the collective understanding, and all share equally in giving more to the one in their midst who is in need of a little extra. What was most important in the Mother God culture, or Partnership cycle was that the tribe survive and eventually even thrive.

The era of the Divine Feminine lasted for hundreds of thousands, if not millions of years, right up to approximately five thousand years ago when the energy of the Divine Masculine began to come into prominence in human awareness.  Women and the feminine energy was essential for establishing the race. And that took a very long time. 

 Over these thousands or millions of years, (The first woman’s remains, discovered in Ethiopia, are three million years old.) we developed very slowly. We went through many iterations, with bodies of different shapes, brains of different sizes, different ways of communicating, different methods of hunting and gathering. It took hundreds of thousands of years for us to learn to make baskets, carve bone, light fires, and form muddy clay into pots. All this time we were part of the Great Oneness, and the Great Goddess was all the god there was.  

The Mother God was transformed in a multitude of ways as the human race evolved and moved ever so slowly toward separation from Oneness. At first it was as the Triple Goddess. This is origin of the Christian Trinity of today.



This original Trinity or Triple Goddess often represented the three stages of womanhood, Maiden, Mother, and wise Crone, or the cycle of birth, life and death. In the Hindu tradition, The Great Mother God was Sri. Sri evolved into the Triple Goddess whose names are Saraswati, Lakshmi and Parvati (Kali). These Goddesses are worshipped by Hindus to this day. Saraswati is known as the Goddess of compassion, Lakshmi is the Goddess of all the Divine abundance of the Earth, and Parvati, or Kali as she is more popularly known, is herself the embodiment of the Triple Goddess of birth, life, and death. 

As time progressed the Trinity expanded to include other female deities and they were then joined by a Divine son or consort. It from there that the family Trinity showed up as the Father, Mother, and Son. It wasn’t until Christianity replaced the Mother with the Holy Ghost, who is assumed to be male, that the Divine Feminine was obliterated from theTrinity. But the Holy Ghost was known by the Gnostics as Sophia, the Goddess of Wisdom, who in Hebrew tradition was the original Mother of God before there was Creation.   

As this evolution of the Goddess progressed, the Marketplace, and all money exchanges remained in Her realm. The people still understood far into the late Neolithic and early Biblical eras that the Divine Mother was the giver of all abundance. 

    The Hindu myth of the Goddess Lakshmi demonstrates what happens when the Holy Mother is not honored.

THE GODDESS LAKSHMI 

The Goddess Lakshmi is the expression of the Great Mother that represents all the luscious abundance that the Earth offers to humanity — nurturing abundance that flows with ease and grace from Her for the benefit of All. The legends say that all women of the world are forms of Lakshmi, and that where Lakshmi presides, tHere is prosperity, virtue, righteousness, truth, and compassion.

In one particular story of the Goddess Lakshmi we see what happens when the Holy Mother is not honored. 

The story begins when Lakshmi is bathing one day in Her favorite lake. She has left Her garments including Her sacred lotus blossom necklace on the shore. Riding along that same shore, Devendra, King of the Gods, carelessly allows his horse to trample Her sacred necklace. The great sage Durvarsa is so incensed by this lack of respect for the gracious Mother of All, that he puts a curse on Devendra so that he might never experience Lakshmi’s abundance again.

Inadvertently, this curse on Devendra deprives the entire Earth of Lakshmi's presence. Without the Goddess of abundance and compassion the land becomes barren, bringing about great suffering. As food supplies begin to dwindle, only the wealthy kings who have great stores of food are unaffected. As the people across the land starve, the kings continue to feast from golden plates. This division between the rich and the poor pleases the demons that partner with the kings and celebrate and fuel their greed.

Eventually, of course, even the stores of food in the palaces begin to run dry. When they start to go hungry as well, the kings realize their folly and appeal to the gods to intervene and bring Lakshmi back.

The gods, recognizing that the Earth cannot survive without Lakshmi and Her gracious abundance, send out search parties to find Her. They learn that She now resides under the Sea of Milk. The gods know She will not be brought back easily. They know She will not just come because the gods who had so easily shunned Her want Her back. Nor would the wishes of the powerful kings be enough to convince Her to return.  It will, they realize,  take the power of all the gods, all the mortals, rich and poor, and even all the demons working together to churn the Sea of Milk to bring Her back to the Earth. The mortals are quickly convinced to join in the effort. But it takes much politicking for the gods to convince the demons to join.  Only when the gods promise that once Lakshmi is restored to Earth, the kings will regain their wealth and again turn to the demons to support their wars and greed do they reluctantly agree.

Everyone gathers on the shores of the Sea of Milk and using whatever implements they have brought with them, they all begin to churn. And they churn and churn for many days, but to no good outcome. Lakshmi does not appear. The demons are gleeful, and begin to depart rejoicing in the failure of the gods.  But just at that moment Lakshmi rises up out of the Sea of Milk, standing on a great fuchsia colored lotus blossom, golden coins, all the abundance of Her sacred realm, pouring from Her hands. She brings with Her too, the ambrosia to heal the land and infuse the Earth with Her riches once again. But, as the people and gods celebrate with great joy to honor and give thanks to their great Mother, the demons steal the ambrosia. Lakshmi, disgusted with the gods' and the peoples’ carelessness with Her sacred gifts prepares to return to the Sea of Milk.

The great God Vishnu, the preserver of the Universe, has been watching. He cannot stand by any longer. He knows the immense worth of the Great Goddess and he also loves the people and the Earth. So, disguised as a beautiful  seductress, Vishnu arrives, and Lakshmi recognizing Vishnu in feminine form, delays Her departure. Vishnu coaxes the ambrosia from the demons, with the promise of sharing it equally between the gods, the mortals, and the demons. The demons give in, seduced by Vishnu’s feminine charms. Vishnu fills everyone’s cups with the ambrosia. But as gods and mortals celebrate the demons collapse in death. The ambrosia was the essence of pure love, and evil cannot withstand that powerful elixir.

 Lakshmi reigns as Mother of the Earth once more, bestowing all Her riches on the people of the Earth, Her beloved children. Instantly springs gush up through the parched earth, streams begin to flow, grass, trees, flowers, and vegetables grow, bloom, and bear fruit. The animals that have been dying in the wasteland drink from the new lakes and rivers and revive.  Lushness abounds throughout the earth.   

We are living in a time when the Divine Mother has been shunned and the earth and the prosperity of the people is a dry parched land.  The demons, so easily foiled in the Lakshmi myth, have yet to be overcome. But we all hold the ambrosia, which is pure love, in our hearts.  And as we begin to transform the collective subconscious beliefs around money from the false belief that there is not enough to go around, and open our hearts once again to the Divine Mother, and Her love for us, we will begin to shift out of the old fear-based economy and into the Love-based economy in which the Divine Mother shares abundantly with us ALL.
 
Excerpted from Creating a Sacred Marketplace – by Barbara Wilder

Copyright © by Barbara Wilder 2014

Sacred Money - Sacred Economy Workshop

SACRED MONEY – SACRED ECONOMY
Transforming and Embodying Money as Love
WORKSHOP

With BARBRA WILDER

SPEND A DAY IMMERSED IN THE ESSENCE OF TRUE WELTH


Join Barbara Wilder, author of Money is Love: Reconnecting to the Sacred Origins of Money and the forthcoming Creating a Sacred Marketplace for a Day-Long Workshop in which you will journey into the Sacred Heart of Money and learn the ancient connection between
Money and the Divine Mother.

As we watch the old fear-based economy falling apart, a brand new shining love-based economy is bubbling up from the core of the Divine Mother Earth to take its place. 

YOUR OWN PROSPERITY IS THE DEEP DESIRE OF
THE DIVINE SPIRIT WITHIN YOU 

Using Agni Yoga - healing light meditation, journaling, and interactive games and exercises you will:

·         Begin to unhook from your old paradigm beliefs about money.

·         Discover the Sacred Origins of Money that still resonate deep in your cell memory.

·         AND shift, heal, ground, and embody the energy and the heart-wisdom of Money is Love.

MONEY IS ENEGY AND ENERGY IS LIMITLESS
ONLY OUR FEAR AND OUR LIMITED WAY OF THINKING
MAKE MONEY SEEM SCARCE.

YOU HAVE THE POWER WITHIN YOUR HEART AND MIND TO CHANGE THAT FOR YOURSELF, AND, UNLTIMATELY,  FOR THE WHOLE WORLD.

This is Our Sacred Calling

July 26
10:00 AM  –  4:00 PM
Encino
Includes Lunch!
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"True Wealth is abundance that does not create scarcity." The Ta

Monday, June 23, 2014

Barbara Wilder - The Adventure Continues - Love, Money, Spirit, and the Divine Feminine: Bloom Where You're Planted, Go Where You're Called...


Bloom Where You're Planted. Go Where You're Called

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In the summer of 2007 I experienced a great deal of disappointments for my ego and deep growth and serenity for my soul.  When a couple of my workshops were cancelled my ego felt abandoned and betrayed.  But from deep inside my inner voice reminded me that we must bloom where we're planted and go where we're called.  

Apparently I hadn't been called to my workshop venues.  The earth energies were intense, and as I sat blooming in Colorado I was glad to be in my cozy home, snuggled into my garden with my dog.  Years ago, I  remember Caroline Myss saying (and I paraphrase here) that we were all beings of light, and we were all called to plant our light in the planet. Then she asked if we could be content if all we were asked to do was to stay at home and hold the light?  That summer I learned that, yes, I could be content to just hold my light in my little corner of the earth. 

Then around the first of October I felt the energy shift.  And, girl, did it shift for me.  It was a late Friday afternoon on October 5th.  I ventured out to an art opening in Boulder, Colorado where I lived at the time.  A woman I knew briefly approached me at the food table and nonchalantly asked if I would be interested in participating in an international interfaith peace conference.  She explained that this was an all expense paid invitation, but that I would have to be able to leave in one week.  I hesitated for as long as it took me to remember, the second part of my mantra, "Go where you're called."  

Now, down to the details.  Who was putting on the conference?  The Universal Peace Federation.  That sounded good.  They are affiliated with the UN.  Okay.  I'm on board.  And it is under the auspices of Rev. Dr. Moon.  The Moonies?  Oh, my.  Did this change my mind?  Should I check into this a bit more, before I just jumped in?  My inner voice reiterated my lesson. "Go where you're called."  My benefactor explained that the eighty-eight year old Dr. Moon had turned most of his attention toward international peace making over the last 8 years. All of the work I do in the world is focused on world peace.  Of course, I'd go.
  
Now, I had exactly seven days to rearrange my schedule and head for Seoul.  I'm the author of a book about healing the energy around money so that we can bring about financial peace in the world, and its first foreign publication was in South Korea. What a lovely synchronicity. I had a few copies of the book in Korean, so I tucked them in my suitcase as I packed.  One copy was eventually placed in the Moon University Library. 

After a 20 hour trip, I arrived in Seoul surprisingly rested and energized. The first night we gathered in a large ballroom of the beautiful five star hotel to meet and greet.  Korea is an extremely patriarchal society, so it was no surprise that women represented only about a quarter of the 250 participants from 100 nations. Much of my work has been with women, so being with so many men was not an unpleasant change. Everyone was open and friendly, and within a the first hour I had met a professor from Kashmir, a Christian minister from South Africa, a Greek Orthodox theologian, a Muslim business man from Iraq, a high school principal from Nepal, and Ruby Ann Darling, a formidable black woman with a twinkle in her eye, who was one of The Bahamas' first women members of parliament.  

Ruby Ann and I hit it off immediately, and the next morning when we were loaded into buses for a trip to the university founded by Dr. Moon we sat together and shared our dreams of a peaceful world, as well as our trials of paying our mortgages as single women. 

At the university we were told that we were to attend Dr. Moon's celebration of the 57th anniversary of his "miracle," which was his liberation by UN troops on the day he was scheduled for execution in a North Korean prison.  Seventy thousand people were in attendance for the celebration.  Our group was ushered into the front rows, and we each received a plastic bag with a program, a sun hat, a bottle of water and a cake.  Then to the assembled thousands Dr. Moon stood and spoke.  He spoke of his miracle.  And I remembered that very day.  I was a very little girl.  The radio was on, and I heard the announcer say that the war in Korea was over.  I was so excited that I ran out to the backyard where my mother was hanging clothes on the line, shouting, "Mommy, Mommy, war is over forever."  I got chills remembering our shared day.  My mind came back to Dr. Moon's talk just as he said something I was later to learn was unprecedented.  "It is time," he said, becoming very pointed and focused so that everyone would hear him, "It is time for the women to take the lead."  And then he did another new and shocking thing, he asked his wife to read the second half of his speech. I felt blessed to have been witness to this historical moment for the power of the feminine. 

Another memorable moment of the conference was after dinner on the third night when different groups got up to sing.  The first group to sing was the Mongolians, who wore their national dress throughout the conference.  Their haunting chants vibrated into my core.  Then the Indonesians sang.  Then a group made up of Taiwanese and Mainland Chinese.  One very small Taiwanese man was so thrilled about this collaboration that he kept repeating "Taiwanese and Chinese singing together.  They should see us now."   Next, a group stood up to sing comprised of my Iraqi friend, a woman from Syria, one from Jordan, and a couple from Israel.  Suddenly, I realized that everyone was going to sing, except the North Americans.  We had nothing planned.  It took some begging, but I finally convinced my fellow country folk to sing when an African American woman from Alabama said that she'd join in if we sang "He's Got the Whole World in His Hands."  We were scheduled to follow the Africans who were so amazing that our group almost chickened out.  But the dye was cast.  

We were announced and took the stage.  Soon I realized that this was a song we could all sing, and I asked the entire assembly to join in. And there in that room in a hotel far far from home, but only twenty-six miles from the DMZ and North Korea, 250 people from 100 counties sang together.  By the end of the tenth or eleventh verse many people in the room had tears streaming down their faces.  We were there together in God's hands.  We were there together to celebrate our shared humanity.  And we were there to absorb that feeling and bring it back home to 100 countries. 

The final day I was asked to speak to the entire assembly.  I spoke about my memory of the day fifty-seven years ago, which I realized was the beginning of my quest for a peaceful world.  I spoke of the wonderful new friends I'd made, and then I turned the talk to the historical words of Dr. Moon.  I reminded them that Dr. Moon had said, "It is time for the women to take the lead."  But, I said, you men mustn't be afraid.  We do not want to push you aside, we want to include you.  We want you to walk alongside of us.  Women's leadership is different than men's. It is more inclusive. True feminine power is the power to love, to nurture, to create, and to make peace.  We all have feminine and masculine aspects within us.  You men who are here at this conference are demonstrating your own feminine power by being ambassadors for peace.  There was an outburst of applause.  Everyone got it.  If just for one moment, 250 people from 100 countries understood that true feminine power is the love and caring that will heal their world. 

Go where you're called.  The little voice whispered to me as I looked out at the faces of those beautiful peace makers.

Back home in Boulder I was attacked by a couple of women in a women's media group that I belonged to for going to a conference that was sponsored by Dr. Moon.  I explained that I didn't agree with everything I learned about the Moon philosophy and his Unification Church, but there is no church or organization that I agree with completely.  We live in a diverse world.  What is politically correct in Boulder doesn't mean a hill of beans in a lot of other countries around the world.  Seventy thousand members of an extremely patriarchal society were told by a man they respect that it is time for the women to take the lead.  That counts for an awful lot in my book. 

We must all open our hearts to those we have judged in the past and welcome them to the bring their unique pieces of the mosaic that will eventually complete itself in the creation of world peace.  We must not only accept our differences, we must celebrate them.  And to do that we must listen to our true inner voice, and make the difference that we are chosen to make.
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