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Was A Purpose Given on the Day You Were Born?

Divination is a world-wide practice, be it through tea leaves, Tarot, numbers, prophetic dreams, stars or planets. Yet to consciously divine one’s own purpose can be difficult.

What am I here to do or be? What is my purpose? Here is good news. You are living your purpose whether you are conscious of it or not.

This month the Mystic Members deepen in our inquiry into divine purpose, often inherent in the day we were born and the name we were given.

Some years ago I was introduced to a version of the Mayan Calendar. It is impossible for a Westerner to grasp the complexity of the Mayan’s uniquely sacred, profoundly embodied, and highly mathematical “mytho-poetic” time-teller. (What a mouthful!). Nonetheless I was enamored by days and months not as roman numerals but energetic meaning symbols.

To the Mayan’s time has a body to which they give utmost respect. This “time body” is lunar.  Given that Cynthia means daughter or goddess of the moon, it seemed fair to give a moon system a fair shake.

A woman named Li showed me a version of the calendar that syncs with the Gregorian calendar. This calendar indicates that I was born on a Blue Galactic Eagle day, the signature” of my destiny. A Blue Galactic Eagle? I am seeing wings, big ones. This “dreamspelll”calendar suggests that

  • Blue as one of four colors coded into the calendar whose basic pattern is “to transform.”
  •  “Galactic” energy operating through the essence of integrity (being at one) with power to harmonize (blend) by modeling.
  • The Eagle’s essence is Mindfulness at work creating through vision.

The calendar proposes that my purpose is to Harmonize in order to Create, modeling Mind(fulness) to seal the output of Vision  with the Galactic tone of Integrity. I am guided by the power of Vision.

Is this my purpose? It is certainly something upon which to meditate. Click on this tool to  investigate your own birthday on this calendar.

On the other hand the truer Guatemalan Maya calendar does not merge with the West. Time and space are not concerned with “years.” In this calendar I am born on an 11 Ben or Reed Mat Day.(I am definitely an 11!)  Click here to find your own day sign. I see a lot of accuracy in this reading.

If I am created to naturally synch with time, space, and energy then I shall see myself in many a thing. When I sync to symbols, symbols sync to me. This does not make anything true or false.

This also means that the most creative power of divination continues to be in my own hands, heart, and mind as I relate to all I encounter. I must divine
1) my everyday human purpose
2) my highest purpose.
3) and how they intersect.

My purpose? I claim it to be this. On an everyday level I seek to foster freedom. On the highest level? With love and  mercy to uphold the integrity of body and soul.

Put together? I foster freedom with love and mercy upholding the integrity of body and soul.

I would love to read your purpose or the meanings in your name or birthday in the comments.

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Sacred values drive behavior

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Unfortunately they also drive us nuts, into walls, over the edge, and into war. What is our deepest value?

In deep wonder about this question  I’ve launched The Sacred Stories Project. I want to discover for myself the influence and importance of Great Love in our lives.  I’ve begun to gather people to listen to body and soul, tell, and sometimes share moments that inspire them to love.

What is love? How does it affect our behavior? What happened to increase or challenge our ability to love?

For me, the feeling of love is my response to something transcendent, sacred, a phenomenon that is not necessarily passionate or emotional. It communicates underlying unconditional regard for all things.  Everyday this regard is shown to me in nature, beauty, the kindness of people and demonstrations of our collective desire to keep learning how to love.

What inspires love in you. Why is it important? Do you have a story to tell?

Salvation: How shall I know what to do?

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Sleeping on an air bed in Santa Cruz, I awoke from a dream. I saw a piece of paper and on it was my “soul contract.” It said something like “Share Somatic Wisdom.”Soul Contract is not language I use, but  I remembered that Carolyn Myss wrote a book called Soul Contracts: Awakening Your Divine Potential. The dream reassured me that I am on the right path.

A current challenge is that I’ve learned to manifest, draw some people and produce events. Yet, if I do too much I

  • overwork and loose grace.
  • discount my family.
  • hog leadership and hinder Collective Growth
  • make poor decisions (article on Decision Fatigue John Tierney)
  • rely on will instead of higher power (Synchronous, Magical Love).

As a Mystic my relationship with GREAT LOVE guides my life. Lately, operating by will with financial insecurity and “pictures in my head” about what to do literally stopped working.

I had to admit this and grieve.

Today I read the secret at the end of the Bhagavad Gita, a holy work with which I have almost no familiarity. HOORAY!   Krishna says to Arjuna

Hear further My supreme word, most secret of all. Thou art dearly loved by me; therefore shall I disclose (this secret) for thy Good.

Fix they mind upon Me, Devote thyself to Me.
Make every action a sacrifice (a holy act) to Me,
hold thyself as nothing before Me.
You shall come to Me truly,
I promise, for you are dear to Me.

Abandon all dharmas,
Take refuge in Me alone.
I shall liberate you from all sins,
Do not grieve.                                     Gita 18.64, 65, 66

Do not grieve!?!

September of 2010 I entered a “GREAT PRUNING.” In a dream I saw the Tree of Life growing out of the world and felt shock to see ALL of its branches cut off, leaving only the trunk!

The dream was prophetic. Life started lopping at my attachments: airplane engine failure over the Pacific, my mother’s personality taken by Alzheimer’s, Dad’s heart surgeries, dead hard drive (knowledge and information), salary reduction (financial security) and odd things like the breaking the zipper on my luggage.

Out of that season grew this blog, Mystic Tech as I also realized that I must prepare to let go of InterPlay roles. Guidance turned me back toward spiritual leadership. My calendar emptied. Circumstances slowed me down.

There are new lessons. I began to make amends to myself for OVER giving. For months my third chakra has complained with an ache. Real rest requires deep change, beyond trying to find balance. Thomas Merton said,

Some of us need to discover that we will not begin to live more fully until we have the courage to do and see and taste and experience much less than usual…And for a man who has let himself be drawn completely out of himself by his activity, nothing is more difficult than to sit still and rest, doing nothing at all. The very act of resting is the hardest and most courageous act he can perform.

How will I know what to do if I don’t MAKE IT HAPPEN? What is the difference between my will and my heart? You’d think an improvisational expert would know the answer to this, yet I am humbled by fear and anxiety. InterPlay creates space for the heart, but it is up to me to engage it.

As a woman I am glad for a strong will, taking responsibility for the power to create, and dancing the path of mutuality, collaboration and self-awareness.

I am grateful that I do sense that I am loved, both by myself and something greater. If I listen to the Beloved, will I know what to do next?

Things I can practice.

  • I will not fill my calendar. I will wait. I will rest.
  • I will open to and love the Beloved.
  • I will engage my heart to understand what I am to do.

I could be a beloved bit of nothing. I could take little moments and make a holy offering from a place of rest. I could wait and listen with my heart. I could be the one I am waiting for…

Ahhhh–that feels better.

Instructions to resurrect a peace

I am giving time each week to build a path for my heartwork, to express my “oh-my goddess” gene. I spent the morning crafting this poem. Editing is a lot like conscious choice. I mull, sense, listen, align, ask again, know what i know, and let making lead me somewhere new. Here it is.

Is it too simple?

Why do we forget to dance, to

move in mystery, tell stories, rally and sing,

to let laughter, tears, friendship

spring up and shock us.

Peace villages pop

whenever the green hums or a drum

that no dying drugs can ever replace calls up

a promised land of visible joy and truth

and life dances full-out.

Please play hard

in deep dream and dirt to

forge the electric bonds to heal, survive,

transcend, leave legacies, and gift

the children their soul power.

Pay honor. Dance to

free the heart words to spill forth,

sing songs in suffering and celebration and

when love’s truth forgets you,

invoke your bodyways.

Don’t stop there.

InterPlay with Grand Mystery as you

embrace wild grace on her human scale.

Watch doors and windows fly open

See the battered dance again.

Too simple?

Leap dead doubt, despair.

This Body wants to resurrect.

We’ve done it before.

We can play again.


-Cynthia Winton-Henry