Hello, conscious creators!
It seems I am so behind on everything these days. My human self can't possibly keep up with all of my soul creations, and I still have to sleep a little. One of you lovely newsletter readers gently reminded me I was way behind on my monthly updates, so thank you. I have so much to announce, including a very big move, but you'll have to read down to the bottom to find out more.
First, I wrapped up the 30-Days of Self-Love Experience in mid-April, which coincided with a six-week road trip in the western United States. It was beyond my wildest imagination as more than thirty people joined us for the experience - many participating in the private, safe forum that is my Patreon page. Think Facebook group - only a more private, supportive, and interactive community. Below I have included the last post from the journey, hence the newsletter title.
Next, I am off to Europe to walk the Camino de Santiago for two weeks. Then it's off to Munich, Germany to meet friends also in the consciously creative space. The trip concludes with New Energy Creator's first European workshop. You can read all about it HERE. If you would like to join me on the journey, I also will be posting on the Patreon page during the month.
The next formal Patreon series begins July 3rd. It is a 12-week series, in which we will explore the senses of the soul each week through writing prompts and videos, which is also discussed below. So much more to come!
Here's the last post from the 30-Days of Self-Love Series, followed by our big announcement...drum roll, please...If you would like to check out more public posts from the series, go HERE.
DAY 30: SURFING INTO ENLIGHTENMENT
After my father passed away in 2012, I found the Avett Brothers - an Americana band with an incredible sound and message. Something in their music spoke so deeply to my soul, and it quickly became my medicine. The music told me there was so much more to life if I simply opened my eyes. I couldn't fathom what peace, what happiness looked like then. I only knew deep down inside of me that something so much more fulfilling existed in this life for me. Five years later my eyes are open, like yours. Please listen to the song (maybe sing along with the lyrics copied below for you) before continuing.
I went on the search for something true. I was almost there when I found you. Sooner then my fate was wrote.
Perfectly it slit my throat And beads of lust released into the air. When I awoke you were standing there.
I was on the mend when I fell through. The sky around was anything but blue. I found as I regained my feet.
A wound across my memory. That no amount of stitches would repair. But I awoke and you were standing there.
There's no fortune at the end of the road that has no end. There's no returning to the spoils.
Once you've spoiled the thought of them. There's no falling back asleep.Once you've wakened from the dream.
Now I'm rested and I'm ready, I'm rested and I'm ready to begin. I'm ready to begin.
I went on the search for something real. Traded what I know for how I feel. But the ceiling and the walls collapsed Upon the darkness I was trapped. And as the last of breath was drawn from me. The light broke in and brought me to my feet.
Yesterday, I awoke still in the fog of consciousness, only viewing the ten yards in front of me. Then in the continuous state of total relaxation the fog cleared. My neighbor who I have been having a sweet, easy relationship with and I went surfing. He's a fantastic surfer and in so much better surf shape than me, so of course, I tired out before he was finished with his surf session.
Riding my last wave into shore, I thought about the last thirty days and where it all started. The idea came from a private session I gave channeling Master M for a person choosing the embodied enlightenment experience, in which he said self-love is synonymous with enlightenment and vice versa. Enlightenment is not something you do, you can only BE enlightenment. Now this makes sense to all of us on some level, but as you are aware it's quite another to exist in it.
As I drug my surfboard to shore, I began to think about how time and space moved through me on the trip. One day blended into the next. There were no sleepless nights, or if I was awake early, it was not an annoyance. When I needed company, friends showed up. When I needed silence, the birds muffled their chatter. When I needed money, clients signed up. When I ran out of gas, it was in front of a station. When I needed to keep my human self out of the way, I became drowsy. When I wanted a nice meal, someone bought me one...
I sensed into the notion - IT COMES TO YOU - as a sense of the soul. Senses are our ways of perceiving reality beyond human thoughts, emotions, and the five human senses. IT COMES TO YOU is not so much an aha! moment - it's not a staccato note. IT COMES TO YOU is more of a gently rolling wave to catch and ride effortlessly on your surfboard. It flows, and when you catch it, you don't even think about, "Wow, I caught this wave," because it will take you out of the moment and joy is simply assumed and experienced.
The IT COMES TO YOU sense is a given when you exist in the self-love space, perceiving yourself through the lens of love. The IT COMES TO YOU sense is no longer marked by external signs but internal knowing, or gnost. Gnost is no longer a simple sensation; it is a richly creative sense - the ability to create from nothing. Creation is the only action of spirit.
Sensing into this notion, I went back to the topic of money, which I covered in the self-love journey. It seemed so strange a concept in the context of being. You don't even need money stockpiled anymore, as things show up exactly when you need them. You don't need anything in literal or figurative storage. Experiences unfold without effort like a wave landing on sandy shores. The wave doesn't need a sign that says, "Hey, crash here," with a little arrow pointing down. The wave just knows where it is going to crash on shore. It is inevitable. It is innate.
When I found a nice spot to lie on the beach, I pulled down my wet suit and laid upon the hot rocks to warm up my back, as the ocean was still quite cold. I fell quickly into a deep sleep, yet was still lucid, and then a NEW sensation rolled over my body. It felt similar to wholeness, a little like completeness, yet so much grander. Whatever it was felt fantastic. Ecstasy without the intensity. Depth without over stimulation. Orgasmic with no longing for climax.
I took some more deep breaths. I thought about the Avett Brother's song. The one that carried me through the toughest of times. I allowed the notes to flow through my body. Still dreaming, still lucid. Then I could feel my man friend paddling into shore. With out looking up, I sensed his energy coming closer. I began to 'wake up', right when the lyric played through my body of consciousness, "And as the last of breath was drawn from me. The light broke in and brought me to my feet."
My human drew its last breath; it integrated. The death Sar'h talked about in her last POST, finally came into my total awareness. My master self was not standing there when I awoke, like in the lyrics. My master self no longer hovered over me like a ghost, or guide, or angel. My master self was in me. We were one and the same. Master self, in this body. Not separate. Aligned. I sensed a million eyes balls covering my body. Only the eyeballs each represented senses, ways of perceiving and creating in an ineffably expansional state.
The realization rolled in. I AM ENLIGHTENMENT. Enlightenment is all the senses at once. The NEW in all of this was that I did not fear the sensation would leave me. It has come and gone over the last year and a half. It used to leave me screaming and crying when it left. It left me longing for more and more, and I tried to force it, to recreate it in the old, familiar ways.
"There's was no fortune at the end of the road that has no end," the song lyrics floated in me. All this time I was searching for a way of being. Being can't be discovered. It can't be dug out of the ground or chased around the globe. Being can only be sensed. It is a way of perceiving the grandness of YOU, through the lens of love.
And for the first time ever, I knew the sensation wasn't going to leave me. I had crossed over the threshold never to return. Perceiving myself through the lens of love was the method I CHOSE to bring me here. It was my way of stepping into the SENSE of BEING.
The lifetimes-long question "Who is Sar'h?" answered itself. Sar'h is the consciousness of being, of embodied being. Enlightenment becomes too confining a word for this experience. Sar'h stories, Lauren's stories, Enola's stories - all just an act of consciousness. All ways to play from the center of being.
If you would like to read the full 30-Days of Self Love journey, you have two options:
1) Join us on PATREON, where we will also be starting a 12-week journey into the senses on July 3, 2017.
2) Pre-order the e-book, 30-Days of Self-Love from the STORE. This will include an edited and expanded version of the journey and will have a place for you to journal in responses to prompted questions. I chose to do it in e-book format so I could include color photos from our trip - something that is much too expensive to print. Master M will also be adding his information to each chapter.
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Thank you everyone for your energetic support in all forms. Oh yeah, our BIG NEWS...New Energy Creator is growing and will be moving from Colorado to California this year. We are creating a center that will focus on how to live life in the embodied enlightenment experience - a center for BEING. More to come in the next newsletter. Stay tuned, and hang on to your hats!
In the senses of love and gratitude,
Lauren, Ollie, Sar'h & Master M
These are some notes I made on my drive from California to Colorado last week. As always, please consider commenting with your own, unique experiences. I love to hear from you all, friends.
It’s so often that I hear, “Lauren, you’re so courageous.” I am, and there is always more to that story. Or, “I want to write a book, too.” These are words I love to hear. I’m a huge fan of other people making big waves in their lives and watching the ripples in the water inspire others. I’m a huge fan of other’s creations. I love hearing people’s stories, reading their words, and pondering the art they create. I love interacting with readers to find out what they experience and know to be true for themselves, not anyone else.
It is the core of who I am, in the deepest parts of my soul, to desire to support people in moving beyond the human “should” and “supposed to” of life and moving into the passion of creation, whatever that looks like for them. In fact, I have never understood the energy of competition or laughing when someone fails or being jealous when someone I know experiences success. Those thoughts and feelings never occurred to me. When someone does well, it makes my soul sing. Period. The end. No if’s, and’s, or but’s about it.
That’s why it was quite interesting to see people’s reactions after I published my first book and it sold and it garnered good reviews. Many of my friends were silent. If I talked about my book, they quickly changed the subject. One woman who was in a writing group with me back in Austin, Texas, never acknowledged the book’s existence – even after she watched me pour everything I had into it as I beat my head against a desk daily. I helped edit two of her books and was a huge supporter of her writing.
“What did I do?” I thought.
It took me days to realize it was that human nudge for competition. Was I mad? No. It certainly wasn’t about me. I would still behave the same if she were to publish a book. I would send her flowers, a note of congratulations, go out of my way to acknowledge the giant task it is to create BIG. Humans will do human things. It was not something to take personally. It was her own stuff.
As I have been pondering what it takes for the human to create – to bring his or her passion into physical reality - there is a inherently human caveat of creation I want to discuss – one I have been sensing into for a few days.
“So you want to create BIG?”
The words rolled across the movie screen of my third eye space.
“But do you know what it takes?”
It is so often that people speak of creating BIG, without actually knowing how to do it, or, even more so, not being willing to give up the comforts of human life to make it happen.
I’ll use my love of travel as a physical example. Many people, not on my Patreon page, love the road trip pictures and tiny stories I share on Facebook. I’m not sure they understood what I was doing fully, and they likely filed it in the vacation category of their human minds. Anyone who was along for the 30-days of self-love experience knows it was far from a vacation. It was a massive undertaking to go into the crux of what it really means to truly love and know yourself. It was not easy, and I moved internal mountains on my journey.
Lots of those people say with a heavy sigh, “Oh, I wish I could go on a road trip. I wish I had the time. I wish I had the money.” It’s as if they are trying to guilt me. It would be an energy feeding activity if I were susceptible to such things.
Two years ago I might have explained how I saved up for such things, making sacrifices in my daily life like not having nice things or patio furniture in my living room, or make excuses for myself. God knows, I could rarely explain to someone one of my past life incarnations left this incarnation, me, Lauren, a small monthly check that when budgeted correctly, could take me far.
That would put me in the crazy category too quick. I’ve taken to smiling and nodding, instead. The need to explain anything not in this type of forum is a human desire I dropped off in the ditch next to the highway somewhere near Seal Rock, Oregon, last month.
On the trip, I took to listening to Audible books. One was John Steinbeck’s “Travels with Charley.” In the book, he details his road trip in search of America with his poodle, Charley. He leaves nothing out of the book, in other words he doesn’t leave out the grit. Something I found fascinating was his pondering of the shear physical power and focus it takes to drive a car cross-country.
It’s almost as if you have to train your body to handle such a task – the pressure on the gas and brake, the constant state of awareness of road hazards, animal and man, the creep following you down the highway touching his tiny penis trying to embarrass you, but I digress.
On this last trip I endured two blizzards, torrential downpours in which you could only see two feet in front of you as an eighteen-wheeler blasted by you on a narrow highway, and, worst of all, Los Angeles traffic. I was stuck in standstill traffic so long, I had to pee into one of Ollie’s dog bowls and empty the bowl out the window. Glamorous.
I happen to love the discomfort of travel. It’s a signal to me I am digging deep into life. For example, my incredible scuba diving experience in the Philippines I wrote about last December on the blog would not have been as grand if I had not been on a ferry in a tsunami for nine hours the day before, watching people throw up over the ship’s bow.
Contrast is one of the greatest sources of pleasure to be had on planet Earth. The sigh of relief when you finally eat after feeling hunger for so long; the experience of love making after a drought of human touch; feeling your feet hit the ground after they have gone numb on your tenth hour of driving; these are the things that make human life satisfying for me.
Writing a book, especially a personal one, is not free of discomfort, either. Perhaps the greatest discomfort of all is to dig so deeply within yourself you flip inside out. Then you run into the the seemingly impenetrable task to go about turning yourself right side out, but only after you’ve wrung the last drop of wisdom from your soul.
When I wrote Book One, I had to cut off all communication with the outside world. I did not drink alcohol or go out with my friends. I fasted daily as digestion affects the flow of my writing. I left no stone unturned as I shifted through the shambles of my existence and rearranged them to bring the reader into my story, to etch it into their memory, as so many stories of others are etched into mine.
On my way home from California, I re-listened to “A Moveable Feast,” the great American writer, Earnest Hemingway’s memoir. He talks of his time in Paris, where he wrote some of his best work. He does not glamorize his life in Paris. He talks of skipping meals because he could not afford to eat more than once a day. He details beautifully how careful and creative he had to be to survive in the city. He describes how he made his appearance unapproachable as to not be bothered when writing, which is something I also have done, a tactic I continue to use.
Further into the book, Hemingway quits his day job as a newspaper reporter to invest in his novel writing – a big gamble and with a family to support. They had so little money he wore a sweatshirt for long underwear because he could not afford new clothes in the winter. The result - the critically acclaimed "The Sun Also Rises" and the career start of a great American writer.
When I was listening to his memoir, I could tell that his decision to dedicate his life to his craft was never really a choice. It was something that permeated every cell of his being and the space between the cells. He rearranged and shifted until he created a perfect space to create his masterpieces. He sacrificed the perceived human pleasures for the sake of creation, a pleasure and passion of the soul.
All the sacrifice seemed but tiny details in the grand picture of his creations in his memoir, and he looked back on his time of being poor as the happiest time in his life. The simplicity of it is something I understand and can savor like a piece of melting dark chocolate in my mouth.
The soul journey, the experience of getting to know all of the parts that make up your body of consciousness, the realization that your soul has been incarnating on this planet for thousands of years, and that there is so much more to you than this singular human existence is not for the weak of heart. It is not for those lacking in courage, which is simply acknowledging fear and then acting anyway.
It is uncomfortable more so than any other human task. You have to face your demons and call them your own. You have to take responsibility for knowing every single thing in your life you created. There is no one to blame for your misfortunes. You have to gather up your human shortcomings, sort, and rearrange them until they work for you, not against you. It is not easy but it is beautiful and it is worth it.
I started this article with the title people do not know what it takes to create big, but that is no longer a truth for me. Perhaps people do know what it takes to create big, and that is why they have chosen to sit on the sidelines. I’ve certainly had the times in this life where I simply wanted to observe, where I went numb for a bit to have a break.
I’ve had lifetimes where I ignored my passions, my soul’s desires, to stay in the human comfort zone, which is also an experience to be had. That’s the beauty of the earthly set up, if you don’t create big this time around, there’s always the next incarnation waiting for you. Your soul is so patient, so unconditionally loving it will never leave you. It will never give up on you. It will honor your journey, your free will, and the knowledge it gains with every breath you take in the physical body. The act of being human is an act of courage, and sometimes that’s enough.
If this is your life to create BIG, to follow your soul’s passion to create and experience those creations, you already know no one is going to hand it to you. That would defeat the purpose. It would take away from the joy of experiencing the creative nature of the soul - your unique soul - and, for me, the entire point of human existence.
As your friend and fellow human, my only advice is don’t avoid the grit, don’t avoid the discomfort, dive into the deep end of terrifying simply to witness your ability to float. If you want to write that book, paint that picture, quit your day job like Hemingway, know that it won’t always be easy for the human. There will be sacrifice involved and the beauty is in the sacrifice. It's not a step to skip. Later, the sacrifice seems like a gift you gave to yourself. The difference lies in perception. What's poverty to one person is simple living to another.
One of the most satisfying of all human experiences is to go into the mess, the chaos of creation, to pull the diamond out of the lump of coal. The illusion of unbearable pain and breath-taking defeat is part of my story, something I chose. It was an essential ingredient to enjoying the sweet satisfaction of creating BIG. One I will choose again, in awareness and sensuality, as I write my second book and continue to canvas this amazing blue-green planet.
Lauren Hutton is an adventurer who writes about the soul journey and what it means to be a human in expanded awareness. She is the author of Becoming Sar'h and shares more intimately on her Patreon page. If you enjoy these offerings, please consider becoming a monthly patron or making a one-time pledge of $12 to keep this website up and running.
Oh-be-Ahn, friends. I honor you in your unique journey.
This is an excerpt from the 30 Days of Self Love experience happening over on the New Energy Creator Patreon page. Sar'h says there are certain keys to unlock conscious creativity - self-love, operating beyond duality, and using gravity in your creative favor. The series focused on the first. Thanks everyone who has joined us for the ride as we finish up the last five days. The next series will focus on "The Creation Senses: Moving Beyond the Senses of Perception." Anyone is welcome to join our Patreon community at anytime. We're having some excellent discussions over there in a safe, private space. Here's Day 25...P.S. It's not been all love and light - promise....
For me, the journey of self-love or perceiving myself and my surroundings through the lens of love has been all about getting to know myself. I do not experience self-love as being about 'loving' your imperfect body or personality traits; it is so much deeper than that, as you are aware.
When you are in the deep end of awareness, when you find you are bathing in the self-love sense, what your body looks like, your human personality, your relationships, your bank account all seem like tiny details in the GRANDNESS of your being. It's all a distraction from the space of wholeness.
In my experience, I did not discover my own grandness until I had the courage to get to know myself. Not just my human self, but all of the planets, stars, and dark matter that make up the universe of me.
I'd like to think there's plenty left to explore because I don't want to leave this experience. Ever. It feels way too fantastic. Should I run out of universe to explore, I will create another just to keep this energetic orgasm flowing.
The orgasmic experience, for me, lies in the sweetness of experiencing wholeness, in sensing the completeness of my being. It is remembering the FRUIT OF THE ROSE - which can not be described in words, only experience sensually.
It's not that I had to summon the courage to explore the depths of SELF. I didn't need will power to have the audacity to get to know all of mySELF. It came from a place of deep passion, an innate desire of the soul to experience self-love in its most expanded state.
I cleared my path to completeness through the song of self-awareness, with staccato notes of revelations and realizations, that my human self followed when there was nothing left to guide us.
Once I caught the bug - once the pilot light of passion for SELF was lit - nothing else mattered. I became singularly focused on SELF. I began to desire my own essence more than I ever longed for another person. It was strange to witness the internal shift. Being with another person was nice for a time. Yet, it pales in comparison to the sense of union I am experiencing now within me.
This sense of love, of union, of awareness, is GRANDER than anything I've ever experienced in my lifetimes on this planet, maybe anywhere else in all of creation.
Robert Frost said "Earth's the right place for love; I don't know where it's likely to go better." I've read that line a million times in my life. It is from my favorite poem, "Swinger of Birches." I couldn't comprehend it until now, yet as a teenager, I knew the poem held the secrets of the universe within its words.
Now these are just words backed up by senses, filled with passion, the scent of the rose placed between each sentence. Sar'h sings the notes of love in my ears. Perhaps you hear it too? Perhaps you too can feel the passion ignited within yourSELF - a fire that's been burning for ages.
"I'd like to get away from earth awhile
And then come back to it and begin over.
May no fate willfully misunderstand me
And half grant what I wish and snatch me away
Not to return. Earth's the right place for love:
I don't know where it's likely to go better.
I'd like to go by climbing a birch tree,
And climb black branches up a snow-white trunk
Toward heaven, till the tree could bear no more,
But dipped its top and set me down again.
That would be good both going and coming back.
One could do worse than be a swinger of birches."
Full poem can be found here: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems-and-poets/poems/detail/44260