In honor of the strength of life itself, here’s a poem I love by Frédéric:
Here is Francene Hart’s revelation about the HEART WOMAN from Sacred Geometry Cards: For the Visionary Path
“This ‘Heart Woman’ is filled to bursting with the radiance of universal love and light from within. She holds in her arms three waterlilies, which represent our potential for enlightenment, and she is surrounded by vibrant, featherlike geometry borrowed from a 2006 crop formation. She stands firm in heart essence and here represents the highest and best of all.
This card requests that you, man or woman, connect with this woman of heart and your own inner knowing and core integrity. How might you more fully embrace life’s potential and live wholly from your heart? What must come to the surface in order for you to live your personal truth?
Be not afraid. Release feelings of inadequacy and realize that by the original integrity of your soul, you are a powerful being of manifestation. You are the beloved child of God, perfect and whole, nurtured and loved. Resolve today to connect with your inner knowing and the reality of your divinity.
This brilliance is fundamental to all beings. As you let your gifts shine, you also give other people permission to do the same. As you are liberated from the worry of not being good enough, your presence will without doubt liberate others. Allowing your light to be a beacon of support and encouragement in someone’s darkness may aid in liberating them from the shadow and dullness that holds many in doubt.
Stand fully in your own inner knowing and trust in the integrity of your heart.”
P.S. Here’s more about my story:
Cards: Back in 1998, I had laboriously cut out all these cards to make my own tarot card set.
Digression: At the time, I had just started as an undergraduate at university in anthropology (all of sub-disciplines interested me: linguistics, physical anthropology, cultural anthropology, medical anthropology). I took classes in each as well as astronomy. I also took very few studio arts classes, and garnered a film studies certificate with a dual degree in history of art and architecture. Global interests, I’d say, YES.
Cards: I guess I was thinking that I would create the images in that tiny little space I cut out for myself rather than make bigger paintings, and THEN scale them down to card sizes. I see now, years later, when there are lots of different types of cards on the market – that many people did this – and it was a smarter approach to make a painting first, and then to scale it down. I guess I was hoping that I could start these cards right when I had the idea, because I was really making them for myself, just me. The cards never happened. Luckily, many other people received similar inspirations, and we have so many beautiful cards on the market, and by purchasing them, I feel like I’m “housing” an artist. It takes one to know one.
Van Gogh, Temporal Lobe Epilepsy, Self-tortured
Back then, I was more into “making art” at the time, and surviving minimally. I was a tortured soul, a heavy smoker – then alcohol helped me loosen up. Luckily, again, they were temporary friends. That is, I would paint and feel artsy (angst-y for me), and mostly tortured. I had taken two classes on Van Gogh at this time, and read Van Gogh’s journals (I wasn’t even a big fan of Van Gogh), and I was like… wow… he’s really had a “hard go of it.” I remember asking, how much of this self-torture did he “create”? I also learned of the suspicion of his temporal lobe epilepsy, along with his brother Theo’s medical conditions and how those issues affected the quality of their lives, and close relationship.
At that time, even while taking big drags of my cigarettes, I remember thinking NLP thoughts (I didn’t know it was NLP at the time). I thought, what is it that ‘i believe’ that is causing me to experience my own pain and suffering. I wonder if I can change my beliefs and have a different outcome. I remember WHERE I had this thought. I was literally ‘at an intersection’ at the corner of Forbes Ave and Bigelow Blvd, right next to Hillman Library. I was probably on my way to work there shelving books or taking slide photos of paintings in books. I also worked as an ad clerk, and as an assistant to the graphics editor for the school news paper my freshman year.
I had struggled so much in my life, just trying to find love, sanity, and a peace within myself to love. Well, the effort was worth it. I found it. It’s not a permanent condition of being invincible or enlightened; it’s just that I feel really nice in my own skin, most of the time – i also say this comparatively to older version of me – the sad heavy smoker with “so much to get over,” including those ancestral wounds that our whole family carried due to deep and tragic loss.
Hawaii ~ Aloha Forever ~
Fast forward to 2011, When on Kauai, receiving guidance to conduct ceremonies, and receiving the name ‘KA MALANA,’ meeting Kahuna’s at the most interesting of moments, and putting on the rainbow shield. One friend who I met along the way tried to name me Pukalani, and I remember giving him shit about it. I didn’t want to be “heaven’s hole” – talk about missing the point.
Fast forward again to the wedding of me and my husband on the big island, and all the amazing miracles that led up to that and continue from that. Sure, I still had struggle lots of it – but these struggles could no longer consume me. I learned the magic of “YES *and* look how beautiful nevertheless.” A story of vulnerability can be about taking your power back (from yourself – ego, whatever you want to call it), and living in your true light. Authenticity can look just like that. I quit smoking many, many years ago now. I barely remember how long it’s been. That’s how good it feels to “not look back” for anyone who wants to be where they are, still. I’ve left “old her” behind and I love her just as much as *if* I were with her. She is still me, but she need not leave me confined. For even in my dreams then, this rebirthed vision of myself was ever present. I could even see it in the natural growth at Angkor Wat, and I’m thinking back to the Dandelions in Frédéric’s beautiful post.