Personality Vs. Presence

I’m attracted to Presence, not personality

Presence is self-sourcing, and can therefor listen, witness and serve from a full cup

Presence is flowing throughout all of nature, all of life, all that does not question its worth or its ability to give and receive love

Anchored Presence creates the eco-system in which Source Consciousness is drawn to abide

and flourish


personality has so many conditions

Personality is always trying, trying, trying to

Do Something

Achieve Something

Prove Something

Win at Something

Personality is a puppet that must prop itself up in all kinds of ways –

with looks, talents, charm, status, money, education, credentials, reputation, popularity, belief systems, obsessions, addictions, affirmations, promises, resolutions, approval from others…

(etc etc etc ad nauseam)


It is Presence that is beautiful to me

Presence will provide shelter

while personality is too caught up in its efforts to impress, improve and survive

Presence will love when no one else will

while personality will be scrambling to fit in, not look bad and avoid judgment from others at all cost


Presence is a bright light

born of soul embodiment and a cracked open heart

(My flame burns stronger to be near you)

Personality is a trickster, born of mind

always in costume, shapeshifting, dissolving and rebuilding itself

(together, we play dress-up and go to the Masquerade Ball)

Presence is generous

needing nothing to give of itself

taking nothing beyond what is freely given

And in this way, Presence can truly receive

(My waters rush toward you)

Personality is constantly working itself like a slave

to claim things, own things, colonize things –

including ideas, including people, including love

Presence knows the freedom of Surrender

Personality knows the stress and fear of gripping tightly

to the façade of control


I’m not interested your accolades, your achievements, your striving for more

I’m interested in how you show up with yourself in your darkest hours

How you commune with Gaia, her elements and her creatures

How you kiss the air, how you let the lungs of Creator

breathe you

How you touch Life with your love

How you let love touch you


Your personality isn’t bad (not at all, please don’t whip it or cast it away)

but it is clothing

and sometimes armor

A veil of separation covering the exquisite truth of you

I’ll be the first to admit – I’m not done with my personality

(or my personality isn’t done with me)

But these days

I like to wear it loosely, scantily

A little seduction, expressing aspects of ego and shadow and power games

A playfulness in knowing

that this temporary shield is coming off very soon

A union of wholeness into wholeness awaits us

in presence to the Now

and by lifting the veil

I stand before Naked Presence

as the Naked Bride



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When You See The White Wolf

When you see the White Wolf

you will know it’s time to die again

When you see the White Wolf


And let him come to you

Let him smell you and lick you

so he can recognize you beneath the mask you’ve been wearing

If he bares his teeth

you must bare yours, too

and growl from your sacral center


so he knows you want this


When you see the White Wolf

wait for his invitation

And in the meantime

fall in love with his beauty

He loves your love

as much as he loves your dismissal

of the lies you’ve been told


The White Wolf wants to see you



and Trusting

willing to let go

of all your coping skills

of your mental gymnastics

of your back-up plans

and of the Vows that no longer serve your soul


When he feels you are ready

he will lift his face to the Sky

and howl at the Sun

howl at the Moon

howl at the Star that made you

He will howl

and you will be struck with the ancient love codes

radiating from his throat

He will howl

and you will know

it is time to follow him



you will descend

Down the path of your hidden desires

Down the path of your unspoken secrets

Down the path of Pleasure and Pain

The White Wolf will initiate you

in the art of Discernment

He will serve as your mirror

as you fine-tune your preferences

your likes and dislikes

your Yes and your No

He will call your bluff

when you are seeking approval

or posturing transcendence

or trying to “get it right”

He will leave you tired and sore at the end of the day

but stronger every time

Your personality will be torn to shreds

but the You in you

will be seated in your primal core


After many Moons of practice

he will take you to a sacred grove

where blue butterflies will greet you

like the many souls of the ones you have known and loved

across all your lifetimes

In a swirling mass

the butterflies will carry you to the entrance of a Cave

The fragrance of honeysuckle will entice you inside

and you will find yourself questioning nothing at all

When you see the White Wolf

he will be seated before a Pillar of Light

no longer in wolf form

Now you will see him as a Man

covered in white ash

“Sit with me,” he will command

and when he speaks you will see his dog teeth glinting

Comforted, you will take your place beside him

and enter the meditation

of sound and stillness

of silence and electricity

of light in the darkness

of love and emptiness


Many Moons will pass

and you will move to the rhythm of devotion

to the pulse of your womb-heart

calling in the serpents with your magnetic tide

One by One

the snakes will join you

gliding over your naked body

covering every inch of your silk skin

like the ash covering the form of your beloved Wolf-Man




When you see the White Wolf

you will know it is time to die again

When you see the White Wolf


Let him come to you






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