Dancing To The Beat Of My Own Drum

Feel the beat, breathe the rhythm. Know within that all is forgiven. Release the tension, dance and sing, fill the air with dynamic flare. Bathe in the energy of tone and tempo, as vibes of joy begin to flow. Transport your mind along the wave as it washes through you with every bass. Draw upon the spirit of the drum, and soon you will be joined by the ancient ones. 💖

Feel the beat, breathe the rhythm. Know within that all is forgiven. Release the tension, dance and sing, fill the air with dynamic flare. Bathe in the energy of tone and tempo, as vibes of joy begin to flow. Transport your mind along the wave as it washes through you with every bass. Draw upon the spirit of the drum, and soon you will be joined by the ancient ones. 💖 #DancingToTheBeatOfMyOwnDrum

No Hate or Anguish Can Survive Where Only Love Resides.

No Hate or Anguish Can Survive Where Only Love Resides.

This just came to me while weeding the garden yesterday ❤️

To the brainwashed

The weary

The ignored theory.

The sad

The lonely

The unmasked

And the jury.

For the souls lost

The grieving and teary

To the nay sayers

And dream weavers

The dragon slayers

Game changers

The on the fencers

And armed up defenses

To the planet lovers

The earth keepers

And positive awakeners

The star gazing believers

The worshipers

And healers.

Whatever you are experiencing is yours to behold, but, remember each other within this ode.

For we are all unique in feelings and action. But we are all one and the same, without distraction.

Come together, unite, one mind one heart, accept each other, that’s always a good start.

Be grateful for the little things, let’s raise the vibe.

No hate or anguish can survive where only love resides.

Mitakuye Oyasin

Namaste

Blessings

Maria Wind Talker 🙏❤️

End of an Era

End of an Era

On Tuesday we closed the book on the final chapter to the whole Flat saga.

The year before my mum died in 1996 she put a deposit on a flat here in Cyprus, with the intention of coming back the year after to pay most of it off and to move back out here, her homeland. Unfortunately, less than a year later she died and never got to live out her dream.

In her will, she left the flat to my daughter who was 6 years old at the time, so it was left in trust to me until she was 21. The remainder of the mortgage was down to me to pay if I wanted to respect my Mum’s wishes.

Being a single parent in rented accommodation, with no financial help from my ex husband, it was a daunting task, but, I thought it would be a good investment for my daughters future if I could manage it somehow.

After a year or so I decided to rent it out so that the mortgage would be covered at least. So I came back to put it in the Estate Agents etc, then one of the relo’s brought a Cypriot guy he knew, so we signed contracts and he paid me one months rent and one months retainer. My uncle was going to collect the rent and pay the mortgage with it, however, he never collected any rent and after a year of me ringing constantly the guy left and took most of my things with him. A really expensive Chinese rug that my mum bought me, all my Crystal ware that had been gifts over the years on birthdays etc from a family friend plus various other things. My family did nothing! In spite of said uncle working in the court offices!!

This was just the start of nearly 20 years of renters and family from HELL!

Some of you may remember the video I posted earlier this year of the latest atrocity, the flat trashed ‘AGAIN’ I might add. That was the final straw, they left owing 3,500eu in unpaid bills which is now at 4,000 with other stuff I had to pay for too. The police did nothing!

So my daughter decided to sell the flat as neither of us could afford to fix the damages. To be honest I didn’t think anyone would buy it in the state it was in, not just the damages but it was disgustingly dirty, I cleaned it up a bit but without water and electric I couldn’t do it properly, it needed a lot of deep cleaning.

Before lock down she had a young couple interested, the guy was a builder so wasn’t phased by the damage. All was going well, they just needed a bank loan for 5,000 they had the rest. Then lock down happened and the banks stopped all loans. So it fell through.

When we came out of lock down, we were advised to drop the price even further as we were heading for recession. I wasn’t happy about that as it was going below what I spent on it as it was, but my daughter agreed and found a buyer within a couple of weeks.

So, on Tuesday the deeds were transferred and that ended the nightmare, finally!

In spite of the huge loss and excessive pay outs to estate agents, tax offices, etc, I hope that what is left will at least go some way to making my daughters life a little easier. That is after all, all a parent wishes for, for their children, an easier, stress free life than ours.

With every ending starts a new beginning.….

Being of Service….

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Being of Service.

Is not something you choose, well not completely any-ways.
You can be called to service and misuse it for your own selfish gains while portraying saintly hood..we see it all the time in this field, sadly!

But the call to service is nothing you can control, you can ignore it for a while but mostly it bugs the crap out of you like a Mosquito in the night drilling away at your brain till eventually you get up and squish it.

In this case squishing it means, forget trying to sleep even though you have not slept in days, are so tired that even the light in your darkened room hurts your eyes, and saying ‘OK, how can I help?’

Rookie mistakes will include trying to brush it off and sleeping, only to prolong the chance of sleep…or ignore the pull of energy leading you down a certain path and miss an opportunity to help someone/thing or witness some amazing phenomena. Or, completely forget the lyrics to that song that has been going around in your head for 3 days, or that poem, or that wisdom teaching you are meant to share with others, or you will loose the image of that painting, symbol or symbolic art from nature.

When you are truly the hollow bone, dedicated and aware of these subtle/not so subtle nudges, then you take note and act accordingly, straight away (or at least not take 3 days to then lose it)

Being of service is a great gift, an honour and though at times it may feel like the gods are torturing you for some unknown reason, the rewards of heeding the call brings so much peace and healing, expansion and connection, that heeding the call becomes a treasured longing, it fulfils our human need for purpose.

So today I ask you to listen to the inner call, to follow that pull in your solar plexus, take note of the inner imagery and send that healing.

This is what you were born to do.

– Maria Wind Talker

Moments Make Memories

Moments Make Memories

Been awake since 4am…still amazes me the amount of traffic at that time on the motorway. I mean it makes sense to work early morning because its too hot by 8am but seriously what jobs are they going to? what time do they finish? and are they asleep by 7pm every night to be on the road by 4am?

Not sure who has it worse those who’s body clocks are working on WTF? all the time to earn money to pay for stuff they never see, or, people like me who barely get by financially but get to enjoy watching the stars from my bed or from my hammock, get to spend time with nature with my fur-babies to play, dance create and live in the moment.

Its a funny old world, as programmed beings we are expected to follow a certain pattern and when life kicks you off the hamster wheel and stops you from getting back on it, people judge you without knowing your situation fully and even then some still sit in judgement.

What I have come to realise in the past 7yrs that I have been ill and out of work, is that neither scenario brings 100% happiness or contentment. Everything is in balance, equal opposites, there can be no light without dark. Our task no matter what life throws at us is to ‘Acknowledge’ those moments that lift our hearts, that switch our brains off from the struggles in our life, in the world and fully appreciate them. Because those moments no matter how fleeting are the reason we are alive. When we die, we wont be recalling the day we earn’t X amount of money on that one job, or buying that cinema screen size TV that we never get time to watch. We will remember the special moments spent that filled our Hearts and minds with LOVE and JOY!

Make the effort every day to be fully present in the special moments.

I will go greet the sunrise now to give thanks for another day and to send prayers out into the world. 🙏

Many Blessings to you all.

#BePresentBeTheChange

The Path to Enlightenment

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Summer is nearly officially upon us, though here in Cyprus Summer came super early, and after the long wet winter our bodies are not adjusting well, Autumn  never came, we jumped straight from winter to summer. Stay hydrated and indoors as much as possible, give your bodies a chance to acclimatise and avoid heat stroke or worse. Its going to be a long one.

Just like our bodies need the seasons to adjust and recalibrate to function properly, so it is with development on the spiritual path. There is no jumping ahead of to get to the top of our game, we have to integrate, digest, experience, practice, hone our skills before moving on to the next step.  Otherwise we overload our system with information without integrating it thoroughly, and this leads to all sorts of issues, not only or us, but more importantly for those who seek our council.

In this techno age where we have a myriad of opportunities at our fingertips, temptation is flaunted in front of us daily, like a siren to a sailor, drawing us in with the promise of something more….

Do not be fooled by the marketing schemes, or the ego’s fear of wanting more, of not knowing or being enough.  It is a trap, and one that may bring you short term gratification, but, will leave you feeling unsatisfied and unaccomplished in the long run.

The spiritual path is like a fine wine, you need to absorb it with all your senses before sipping it in slowly, absorbing all the subtle elements that that particular vessel holds.

Take your time, enjoy the journey on the path and along the way you will meet people who will hold some knowledge to accelerate your growth spurts, naturally.

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Mitakuye Oyasin

Namaste

Blessings

Maria

To Be Or Not To Be…

This is the big question…

Who are you when you are not being who others expect you to be?

Who do you become when others see that you are human, with all your failings and achievements?

Who do you become when you look in the mirror?

Who are you being when you interact with a stranger for the first time?

Who is the one being when you be?

Do you feel safe to simply be? To show YOU in all your colours?

Do you fear that others will judge or walk away if you truly step into being all of you, all of the time, 7 days a week?

Are those same people truly being all they can be?

Too often we change or adapt our true selves to fit in the boxes society puts us in, stamped and labelled for the world to see.

I say to you, step out of the box, wear it as a hat if you must till you feel comfortable being fully exposed and naked, but remove the label and replace it with, this is ME!

Then throw that box in the recycle bin and step into a new confidant you, the you you were always meant to be.

Shine your light so brightly that those pretending to be, have to close the lid on their boxes and those that are removing theirs can see they are not alone.

To be yourself in a world filled with pain is the bravest thing you can be.

Love you, all of you. No excuses, no blame, no regret, no shame.

Do not worry about those who fall away, one day they too shall remove their boxes of shame and find themselves once again.

Be the change by BEING your authentic self and loving every aspect of your magnificent, flawed, vibrant, unique self.

The world needs more honest communication and that starts with the conversation with self.

………………………………………………

Mitakuye Oyasin

Namaste

Blessings

MWT 💟

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Bad shit happens to good people.
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‘Bad luck‘ stories I have a ton of that left me with P.T.S.D, Depression, suicidal thoughts, penny less, homeless for 2 years with a small child, ripped off countless times and abandoned by my own family.
 
BUT, my life stories do not define me, they are a small part of my journey through life. They are horrific enough on their own merit without the ‘need’ to embellish any of it for extra sympathy or dramatic affect.
 
Sympathy is not required, Sympathy and Empathy may sound the same but the yard sticks are miles apart. What is required is authentic help from Authentic people, who get that, ‘enabling’ the darkness is NOT the way to pull someone out of it.
 
So for ALL the ‘REAL‘ people who have done just that, no matter how small a gesture you think you made, know that to me it means more than winning a million dollars, because having you in my life is better than winning the lottery. 🙂
Can you see beyond the ‘Crap’ is your Glass half full or half empty? The contrast between dark and light, is it a clear line or a blurry boundary?
 
Today I am grateful for all the ‘crap’ because like an X-ray, it exposes the cancerous people around you and accentuates the healthy ones that breathe love and light into you daily, helping you to find the strength to lift your wings and fly.
You all know who you are, LOVE YOU. ❤
THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU!!
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Blessings to you always, in all ways ❤
MWT ❤