Did u know? !
That addictions can be linked to the dimming of internal light and that when we can create the light through Alfa/Beta brain waves, drinking can cease to be such an issue. 
What if i told you that an addiction could be dependant on what internal light we experience. The frequency we move through the world in.
So if we experience darkness, we can reach to turn on the switch to illuminate our shadow.
These substances may bring some fleeting solace.
A rest point in eternity.
For an eternal rest point we can activate our brain wave to these particular states.
Illuminating our internal world and chasing our demons away.

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At 25years old I was told to stop! 
Stop everything and go away from it all.
I could barely get out of bed, life had hit me for 20 years non stop.
Landing on my feet was/is my skill, there was no excuse, 
where I was from you got up and fought or you died.
My soul chose the most dense, compressed life to gain the wisdom required for the roles I was to take.
The reason for this memory, is a reflection on the significance of Egypt! 
I have been called again more than 20 years later. 
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Significance? So much- suffice to say,
It was Egypt that showed up to save me 
How I got there was divine placement and connections.
The places my feet have trod are no longer accessible to most people. Barred and guarded. 
I have been blessed in this way, always manage to get to where I am to be.
Meeting people that are placed in sync.
This has given a new opportunity to do service and activation of deep dormant code in sacred silence. 
Under the night skies in the desert sands.
The book of light awakens
Away from tourists and hustle
It is time to return to her!
She has whispered for the past year, gently inviting.
Softly suggesting the next phase, the new frontier!
Full circle, the tornado has its end, the snake has its tail. 
The full toroidal spin is cyclone force!!
I AM
Cynthia J Harrison

Awoke at 5am by my multiverse, the symphony of the spheres.
The sounds of all there is and yet roars of silence.
This is the Sounds heard through the Ear of the Heart.
That take me to all yet bring me to that point of light.
That still small spark that expands to all.
This is the heart that was hurting, through the constriction we gain the implosion into the oceans of eternity.
Cascades of purity and clarity.
This is how I started my day, in love
I share this love with you

The Periphery
The image was originally conceived back in 2006 in a work I did at uni, it was on cardboard and something that came from my experience in the world of being on the fringe, the periphery of society.
A Sociological theory of the status quo being the centre and anything ‘Other’ was pushed or kept in the margins.
A few different shapes make it through the maze of systems, rules, laws, ways of being.
Can they hold their shape, colour and form?
Their individual perspectives on the world from their lived experience?
Or is the pressure so strong they have to become greater, staying strong in who they are or merge in to survive.
I looked at sub cultures as a young Anthropology student. How some are so pleased to be different and separate devising their own rules and regulations, thinking they are so very different.
little do they know they are another pod replicating the main, pushing and gatekeeping ‘otherness’.
Eventually many sub cultures become watered down, picked up by the market, becoming an aspect of the centre. This can be a great possibility for understanding of the Other, and it can be a loss of the significance of the fringe meaning making and knowing. The taking of the significant sign and symbol of the fringe takes the power of the ritual item away.
Yes! there are all the shades of dancing together that fill the spectrum in between these perspectives as well, but not for todays pondering.
I allude to the acquisition or cultural appropriation for fashion and arts, to make a personal statement, it looks cool, you would rather be that, or you may not have much idea of your own history and rituals due to the squander of history, land wars, things like repression of language, religions, beliefs, arts etc of many peoples.
The lost populations.
We gathered at the Periphery surviving on the crumbs of the centre.
Has anything changed?
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She is here
that strong sensual presence
whispering, speaking softly
enticing me to dance
to move and flow
she had left, allowing the work
waiting to see, waiting for me
Psalm reminded me today,
this journey is like licking honey from a razor.
living on the edge 
such sweet pain
If the blade is sharp one barely feels it
The sweetness of life, accessing all senses
to gain entry to the point of all and No Thing.
A mentor told me the journey is messy, 
those teachers clean and unscathed, 
well think for the hills he said.
For those who are scarred, bloodied and torn have indeed walked the path.
This gives solace as the blood drips from the wounds,
climbing to heights and having to anchor in the depths.
I know the light well,
the dark spectrum, through the colour and whites
venturing all terrain like a forward scout, 
clearing the way and mapping the inner landscapes
She carries me well, time to time she must rest, adjust to our union.
She knows the importance, recover, sleep, be in the world but not of it.
Times of gateway openings burst and catapult us into the magenta and beyond.
She knows, she knows
Allow, surrender, and float when weary
She has learnt that to splash around, and try to control is certain drowning.

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