Welcome 2018, an 11 year. A potent time to Raise Our Frequency as the gateway to higher consciousness and Supreme Truth opens. A year to define what it means to be the unique version of YOU and authentically walk Your Own Path in the service of humanity's highest Good. 
No more stagnation, no more playing it small just to fit in to someone else's small, manageable, stress-free box. No, my friend, you've outgrown that suit and left all doubt behind that was sewn into it. Bette...r to walk naked in Truth than fancifully clad in the finest attire that no longer fits your innate magnificence. 
Be bold, be courageous, sink deep into your Heart and express all that is alive in there. When you risk it all to live from a place of your Heart's greatest desires, there is no room for fear, for you can rest in the knowing that Universal Forces are orchestrating all that is needed for your growth on your behalf. Everything is perfect. 
And don't take it all so seriously, my friends.... When your Soul condensed into human form, you didn't sign a contract to be stressed out your brain. Hell no! Life was meant to be fun, so play with it! Laugh more, sing, dance, be free, let the innate joy in your heart spread smiles across your face! You look so beautiful when you smile 😄 
Call in the Light of Love today, and let happiness be your own choice. It is your birthright to be Joy-Full. Claim it. 
Happy New Year gorgeous tribe. I love you 😍🙏🙌💞🙌🙏😍

If you're Gonna Blame the Shit, Blame the Sugar too! 

"If you're gonna blame people for all the shit you better blame them for all the good too. If you're gonna give them credit for everything that's f*cked up, you better give them credit for everything's that's great too." Tony Robbins 

It's an easy victim-perpetuating game to dump on someone and blame them for everything that’s gone wrong. I too have fallen prey to such projections. But we can’t have one without the other. We can’t disown the shit and claim the sugar. Sugar only tastes so sweet cos we know how bad shit tastes! If we unconsciously choose to maintain an aversion to the shit in life by making someone else responsible for it, then we can’t expect to claim the goodies as our own. It just doesn’t work like that. 

The times when I have blamed another for “making” me feel bad/angry/upset/rejected, I have done not them, but myself, a terrible disservice. Whilst dishing out blame, I have also handed over my power to be the conscious creator of my own life. 

The truth is, that my so-called “enemies”, are actually my greatest asset in life. It’s because of, not in spite of, all those who have pushed me over or tried to tear me down that I’ve dug deeper, sunk my roots further into my core and rose stronger. 

It’s because my dad rarely showed up that I stay present with myself and give space to feel my feelings. It’s because he didn’t have the strength to fight for his right to show his love for me that I’ve worked fucking hard to believe I am worthy and to love myself. My ex might be responsible for dumping me on my arse at a time when I needed the most support, but he’s also responsible for me cultivating greater forgiveness, he’s also responsible for me sinking into my vulnerability and opening to a deeper faith in the infinite love and support of Great Spirit, he’s responsible for me learning to express love freely without expecting any validation in return, and, bless him, he’s also responsible for plunging me into the greatest love for myself I could ever have discovered. 

I am the woman I am today because you have forced me to grown into her. You have challenged any stagnant remains of the old princess to drop that small shit and step up and into the greatness of being a Goddess. The little girl in me might have been dragged kicking and screaming “F*ck You!”, but the real Woman that I am says “Thank You. I owe it to You”. 

So if I dare make you responsible for my shit again, then damn straight hold me accountable for also making you responsible for my sugar.

In Truth ~ Debra

Letting Our Feelings Flow Freely 

Sometimes my heart feels so full of love that I just cannot hold onto it all by myself. Love streams out my eyes, forming floodlines along the cracks of my cheeks. The same ducts of both eyes that cry for sorrow also cry for joy, and it reminds me that the sweetness of pain is the same as the sweetness of pleasure when we allow it to move freely and tenderise all the previously hardened places. I don’t want to be attached to one and averse to the other. Feeling into the full spectrum of our emotions is what connects us all to our humanness. The thread of my pain weaves into the compassion I feel for others who weep in suffering; just as my pleasure sews into the tapestry of all of life’s celebrations of joy. 

Our feelings were not made to be dammed. Just as a river’s natural course is to run freely to the sea, so too are our e-motions destined to flow back to the world’s ocean of love. When we summon the courage to be vulnerable and allow our heart to crack open to all that it contains, we feed into the innate beauty of our world, nourishing and inspiring all others. 

So today, I wish to pay homage to all Warriors of Love who dare to feel life in its fullness and boldly expose that which is alive in them. You are the music to this beauty-filled Song of Life. I See You. I hear you. I feel you. I thank you xx

Unwrapping the Most Beautiful Christmas Present of All... 

It’s an eerie, and somewhat lonely, feeling to awaken on Christmas morning to an empty home as a Mother. I am enveloped by the sound of silence, broken only by the wind dancing through the leaves and our friendly kookaburra laughing his way into the morning sky in my favourite gum tree out the back. 

As I enjoy my ritualistic morning cup of tea in my blissful garden, my mind wanders off to what enthusiasm my kids must have woken up with at their Dad’s place, and I’m counting down the hours until I can wrap their excitement up in my arms. But until then, I have gift wrapping to get on with! I deliberately chose to wait until Christmas morning to do my wrapping so that I had something fun to preoccupy myself with to ward off any sense of loneliness. 

Being an overall content, happy person, it was striking when clouds of sadness began creeping their way into the clear, spacious landscape of my mind a couple of weeks ago. Having being paralysed by periods of depression throughout my life, and recovering completely, I know well enough that these clouds soon pass when I don’t hold onto them and soften into a state of trust. So I’ve been curiously watching these clouds come and go to take note of their message pinned on top of the expansive, sun-filled sky that is the natural state of my mind. They have been revealing to me the melancholy that I sometimes feel as I bid farewell to one year and greet another. 

Like finishing the chapter of a book and having no idea what story will unfold in the next, there has been a mild anxiety stirring in my belly at the unknown of what 2018 will bring. Without a doubt, both 2016 and 2017 have been the most challenging consecutive years, with similar undercurrents that could have quite easily drowned me. Both saw the end of an intimate relationship, both saw me fall pregnant, both saw me painfully miscarry, both saw me struggle for stable work… On the outside looking in, my life appeared to look like a messy canvas of failed paintings, and the last couple of weeks saw me buy into that misnomer. 

Thankfully, I trust in my Heart to always guide me through, and I am grateful for it swiftly directing me back on the right track. For while 2017 hasn’t been the picture I had imagined I would be painting at its outset, internally it has contained the most beautiful colours of all. The challenges that have come to greet me, the people who have thrown sharp stones on my path as they walked away, the messages from Pachamama’s playground that have kindly slapped me in the face with the reality check my Ego was avoiding, have been the greatest gifts I could have wished for. They have reminded me to quench my thirst from my inner wellspring. They have taught me that the paramount relationship I must nurture is the relationship I have with myself, and the most important person to fall madly, deeply in love with is me. They have told me that I have nothing to prove, that simply being here, alive, right now, is enough. They have shown me, once and for all, that happiness is MY choice in every single moment. Hinging my happiness on externalities is futile because they are out of my control and constantly changing. The only constant in my life is Love. That is all there ever was and all there ever will be when we surrender to its sweetness. 

So as I wrap the material gifts I have bought for my family in shiny paper and fancy bows, I am reminded that the most beautiful gift I will be unwrapping at Christmas, and indeed, every day, is my Heart. And may the depth of Love that infuses it ripple outward to the Heart of every living being so that, together, we may all be enveloped by the One constant that is Love. 

Merry Christmas Familia.

Gratitude to all my Teachers 

I am grateful for all that have crossed my path in this most freaking fabulous lifetime. I am so blessed to be surrounded by the most wonderful heart-centered humans who remind me daily how delicious it is to feel loved, supported and accepted for me in all of my awesome craziness. Just as importantly, I am indebted to all those who, through their own confusion and suffering, have triggered pain in me. You are my greatest teachers of all. If it weren't for you bumping into me with your prickly bits I would be too complacent as to plunge into my own darkened corners and dust away my own cobwebs. I am only the strong, resilient woman that I am because of these challenging interactions. You have forced me to know that my happiness does not depend on how others relate to me, only how I relate to me, and in so doing you have assisted me to draw out the deepest love I feel for me. And the more I love me, the more I love you. The greater I accept all parts of me, the better I can accept and forgive you. Whatever your own intentions may be, thank you for helping me mould my awesomeness!! You are a treasure of gold. Thank you teachers.

Jeff Brown's "Apologies to the Divine Feminine" (From a Warrior in Transition) 

I apologize for my inability to distinguish the benevolent warrior from the heartless warrior, a reflection of my own confusion dealing with the battlefields of yore. When I opened my heart too wide, I was vulnerable to attack from warring factions. I was conditioned to believe that I had to stay rigid, focused, prepared for any eventuality, in the desire to protect myself and others from attack. But I went too far, and closed too tight, and eradicated the bridge between our hearts. I am seeing this now and I am sorry. 

I apologize for my perpetual absence, a reflection of my own inner absence, my inability to connect from a heart jammed tight by unresolved emotions that I did not have the tools to work through. I still lack many of these tools, but I am open to their emergence. 

I apologize for my inability to distinguish relationship from war. Like a warrior in enemy territory, I would sneak in and out of your life in the night, plundering and selfishly taking what I needed, then crawling back to the other side of the abyss with the spoils. I gave little back for fear that I would become vulnerable to attack. I had war on the brain and I could not see the river of love waiting on the other side of the battlefield. I now recognize that love is the antidote for the armoured warrior, but I could not drink the antidote in my driven state. 

I apologize for not seeing you, my eyes blinded by congealed rage and unshed tears. If it is any consolation, and I imagine it is not, I could not see myself either. I saw only that which served my hyper-vigilance, my warrior focus. My mirror was a battlefield. 

I apologize for my ungrounded materialism, my power driven tyrannies, my obsession with accumulation. Somehow I imagined that accumulation would protect me and those close to me, but I failed to recognize that it just perpetuated the madness. I also apologize for my egoic abuses, a reflection of my own misguided ego, pumped up to deal with an inherently competitive world. I couldn’t distinguish the healthy, confident ego from the cocky, unhealthy ego. I went much too far in the wrong direction. 

I apologize for a sexuality that was objectifying and disconnected from the heart. I know you longed for real intimacy, a merging of our souls along the heart-genital highway. But there were too many defences around my heart, and no bridge could form between our souls. There were moments when your loving ways freed me from my body masks, but I had no template to stand in that heart-fire. I am sorry for this, for I know that the path you longed for was the path to God. 

I apologize for my horrifying acts of violence, a reflection of my own congealed rage, my own inability to distinguish real enemies from friends. There are no words that can undo what I have done in those moments of madness. I know this, I do. I would hide my face in shame, but that won’t make things better. I need to own my misdeeds, and then find a way to believe in my capacity to move from a more loving place. I call out to other male warriors to be accountable for the actions of our gender, not in a way that is self-hating, but in a way that is courageously self-honest and genuinely compassionate. The heartfelt warrior acknowledges the error of his ways, and has the courage to do all he can to make amends over time. 

I apologize for my inability to develop a conscious relationship. You were right there with your beautiful heart on your sleeve but I was too attached to my individualism and afraid of this unknown terrain. I know the forests, the marketplace and the ways of the outer world so well, but my inner geography is foreign to me. You called me to a place I was ill-prepared to go, although I sensed, below the surface of my bravado, that you called me home. 

I am grateful for your willingness to believe that who I was in those rare moments of vulnerability was the real me. You were right- the real me lives inside of my heart- but a few moments now and then was the most I could handle. I saw you as dangerous, for in your presence I began to taste a surrendered way of being. Nonetheless, your faith in my goodness kept me going through many a battle, and restored my faith in life when I most needed it. You were the light at the end of a barbaric tunnel, and I am blessed. 

I am grateful that you stuck with me through thick and thin, and I also understand those times you had to give up and let go. I now recognize that there is meaningful difference between a love-ship and a relationship. Love alone is not enough. Without a shared willingness to become conscious, there can only be frustration. I was so often impossible, clinging to my unconsciousness like a soldier clings to his weapons. I recognize the courage it took for you to keep your heart open in the presence of my resistance. You had every right to seek an authentic relationship, as your spirit was ignited in its presence. Your beautiful heart had every right to be met in its openness and willingness. I am grateful for the time you gave me, a moments respite from the hiding places I mistakenly called home. 

I am grateful for Grandmother, for no one saw my tenderness more clearly. I am grateful for Mother, for choosing to bring me into being and for nourishing my body until I could find my feet. I am grateful for Mother Earth, for grounding my expansion and enlivening my spirit. I am grateful for the Divine Mother, the real Mother of us all. I now feel her divine presence, so close. Fiercely compassionate, she was always right here, breathing life into me, holding me safe. I sit in her lap as she breathes me. 

I look forward to the day when the only thing that ignites relationship is two souls calling out to one another, two soul-hearts beating in the same direction, a whisper of longing that bridges one essence to another. I want to want you not because it gratifies my ego, not because you are outwardly beautiful, but because your very presence invites my Godself out of hiding. I want to touch you with my heart on my sleeve, to know chemistry between us that is not gender identified, but that is essence sourced, loves liquid lava flowing from the heart to the genitals to the great beyond. In this love-struck world, relationship will always be experienced as spiritual practice, a devotional expression of our God-self. 

I had always believed that sensitivity is impossible to hold to in a harsh world. Yet in this moment, I feel sensitive, but without the fragility. I am still wearing armor but there is a shift in the direction of my intensity. I can linger in the heart-space a little longer than I once could, I am softening in places. After so many lifetimes with weapon in hand, a tenderling warrior is being birthed in the core of my being. He is confused, but he intuitively knows that this is the way home. 

Please don’t give up on me or my fellow warriors. Forgive us our misdeeds, or, at the least, be open to the possibility that we will change as the trail expands to meet our shifting intentionality. The day will come when our warrior spirit loses its harsh edge, and comes into alignment with benevolent action. Some of us are already there, and many more of us will follow. The road to transformation is dependent on a bridge between genders, a benevolent bridge that celebrates our differences with respect and kindness. That work must begin with healing the rifts along the gender continuum, working hard to heal the collective heart until one day we can stand on a bridge across forever, hands held together, hearts open and alight, embracing the sacred masculine and divine feminine living at the heart of us all. I will meet you there. 

May you feel the love of the Divine Mother crashing down on your heartfelt shores, graciously lifting you up above the madness of the world, nestling you in the grateful arms of those you have nurtured. Those of us who have received your blessings may not always acknowledge it, but your acts of love have landed within us, growing us stronger and infusing us with love’s light. Thank you.



You Attract What You Feel 

The problem with most Law of Attraction teachings and approaches (like "The Secret") is that it focuses too heavily on the mental realm, of "thinking" your way toward something. Missing the fundamental, key ingredient.... FEELINGS. It's not about thinking our way through life with our head (don't get me wrong, that is useful!) but rather, feeling our way with our heart, which is in fact a far more powerful force field of magnetic attraction than our brain. Then we have a mass...ive industry of life coaching which seems to lean toward this mental realm and focuses on "achieving goals" - earning X amount of dollars by such and such a date, landing that dream job or starting a business, getting that shiny new car, finding the love of your life, etc etc. In other words, reaching outside of oneself to feel these little,momentary wins. It's like hinging your happiness upon whether or not your footy team wins the Grand Final.... If it does, happy happy joy joy, if it doesn't, boohoo misery guts for a week or more! 
Stop and ask yourself when you set these goals: What FEELING will these "wins", these goals, be eliciting within me? Label those feelings: eg. excited, inspired, safe, secure, warm, open-hearted, thankful, fulfilled, interested, stimulated etc etc. Breathe into those feelings as if they are alive in you right now and live each moment knowing they are within you. You can own and have authority over your feelings, but you can't own or control the outcomes, the goals. That fancy new car.... Smashed for OM behind our of your control. That business venture Gail d because someone else got in first. That dream job gone as your ideal company goes bust. The love of your life passes away or falls out of love with you. When we hinge our happiness on sources outside of ourselves, we set ourselves up for disappointment. Allow how you want to feel to set the agenda and be the true point of magnetic attraction. If you just sink into how you want to feel and let go of the specific outcomes, you open yourself up to allowing Universal Forces to deliver the goods in the most surprising ways, possibly even way more incredible than you could ever have imagined yourself! 
Power to your FEELINGS family! ✊✊

Abandonment Wounds 

(June 8th 2017)...Today I was feeling into the direction of my heart, and where it has pointed in the past when I have found myself in similar situations. It brought up a new level of acceptance and feeling toward my dear, destitute Dad. A fragile and broken man tortured by his self-imposed prison of fear, who built walls around his heart with bottles of beer and mateship and long hours at work. 
As a child I felt abandoned, I didn’t know what that meant at the time, I just knew that I wanted my daddy to love me and he wasn’t there. I kept knocking at his door with a basket of love to be filled, but he didn’t answer. His heart was too busy protecting itself to notice what mine was asking of him. I had tragically allowed his wounding to dictate the underlying story of my life that would punctuate the exclamation marks at the end of every perceived departure point with another. Carrying my dad’s legacy like a thorn in my side, I copped blow after blow after blow, thinking I was the powerless victim that whimpered in a little girl’s voice that I musn’t be good enough or lovable enough for a man to stand by my side and fight for his right to claim my heart. Even though for many years I was only floating on the surface of love, on the shallow waters of safety. 
It was only once I plunged into the depths, when I loved so deeply that once I read the final page of that chapter and willingly let my heart crack into shards of shattered memories, when I wept lifetimes of salty tears, and surrendered my aching to Great Divine Love Itself, that these armoured shields of protection that had always blamed the ‘other’ began to peel away. And as every layer unfolded, and every finger of blame pointing outside began to turn back in on it”self”, that another story began to be told….People may come and they may go, they may turn toward me or walk away from me, but through all these comings and goings, I am still here. I have always been here. I may hurt myself (and God knows I hurt others), but I NEVER ABANDONED ME. I never gave up on me. Even the times when I thought suicide could be my only salvation, I came back home, I picked up my broken pieces and I stood by my side. 
Now when abandonment comes pounding on my door, I open the door and greet it with a gentle smile and compassionate curiosity. It screams at me “I’ve been standing out here shouting at you Debra! Isn’t it time to let me in to tear your house down?!!” And I just reply “Well, my old friend, you are welcome to enter, but how about just taking a seat on my couch and we can have a cup of tea together?” And with that loving acceptance, my old friend abandonment settles and finds peace in my heart. 
The Truth is, Dad never abandoned me, just like no other man ever can. He just gave me a little space so I could be there for me, so I could find myself. I wanted inner liberation, and he sold it to me real cheap. Thankyou Dad, for showing me The Way Home. I can rest in the knowing of Who I Really Am, and find the love and support and comfort I need in my Heart. You wouldn’t want to know it, but you have been my greatest Teacher. 
And now I can be here for my Dad. I can hold space for his pain and not take it on as my own. I get that he did all that he could with all that he knew. It wasn’t much, it still isn’t. But it’s all that his depleted Heart-Account can afford. And that’s okay. It’s more about Dad now than it is about me, because I’m in a place where my Heart is so full I can afford to make limitless deposits into his without needing any return on my investment.

My Heart Stays Open 

No matter how many times my heart breaks, I stay here to keep its doors open wide. I will not let fear determine my agenda, and courageously I will risk walking into the fire again and again for one moment of Love. I think that being in Love feels so intoxicating because it brings us into alignment with our natural state of being. When we're in Love, our heart is wide open, we are fearless, and we seek out the perfection in our BeLoved. And this is Who We Really Are - Open. Fearless. Perfect. Abiding in a heart so full it is effortless to spill out its contents in the free expression of All That Is Love. When we can then transition from being "in love" to being Love itself <3 

Aham Prema. And So It Is!!

Who Are You? 

You are not defined by what you do or the roles you play. Your mind thinks you are, but your heart knows that what you really are transcends the doing. Does having a checklist ticked off, or a reputable career, or children or a partner make you who you are? You are not your body, you are not your achievements, you are not any of your roles. Strip all these away, and where are you, who are you? 
You are a being of infinite love and eternal light. All that and nothing else. It's where you came from and where you will rest and it never leaves you. The one continuum on this stream of consciousness. Love. Light.

Love & Heartbreak 

I have no regrets in diving deep into Love, it's worth the heartbreak just to get a taste of the infinite potential of my Heart 💝💝

We never regret all the Love we give, we only regret what we withhold. Love is a free, limitless resource in our Heart, it's not like a bank account with limited funds that gets depleted with every withdrawal.... The more Love we share, the more our Heart fills back up with it & effortlessly Love overflows into places it might not otherwise have reached. Heartbreak is only blessed to those who have dared risk loving, and it's about loving so freely that our hearts get stretched each time so that they may hold even more Love.

I love you xx