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Lāʻau Lāpaʻau | The Tradition of Working With Sacred Oils, by Anaiya Sophia

April 15, 2019April 17, 2019 Hālau ʻĀha Hūi LanakilaLeave a comment

A long, long time ago, there was an ancient tradition of women who worked with sacred oils for the highest good of All. These women were called Myrrhophores, also known as myrrh-bearers or mistresses of the oils. They were priestesses of an even older order whose time has returned and is with us once again.

The work of these women was to anoint those approaching death and to prepare the way for the soul to soar. The sacred oil would realign people with their true soul essence, and carry them to ‘other side’. The Myrrhophore would hold a vigil (usually three days) whilst praying and uttering the intonation of the oil. The combination of softly spoken voice and perfume healed the wounds in the soul caused by events not only in this life but also in the past.

This myrrh-bearing tradition has its earthly roots in the ancient temples of Egypt and is still kept alive by a few practitioners today. However, the oil itself is the High Priestess and gateway to the inner temple. Mary Magdalene was a Myrrhophore. Isis was a Myrrhophore. Cleopatra, Hatshepsut…, the names are many, and the tradition is one.

The myrrhophore not only works with dis “ease” in the spirit and soul but also the disharmony within the environment. She tunes in to the subtle discordance and acknowledges its unrest. Turning to the oils, and its pure expression of the Divine, she offers herself as a bridge bringing the gift of wholeness and healing.

In the Eastern Orthodox and Greek Catholic churches, the Third Sunday of Pascha (i.e. the second Sunday after Easter) is called the ‘Sunday of the Myrrhbearers’. It is clear that during the time of Christ being a Myrrhophore was a very esteemed and honourable position to hold. So much so, that it was the most famous Myrrhophore, Mary Magdalene that got to see and speak with the resurrected Christ.

I first realised I was a Myrrhophore when I inhaled Spikenard. I became initiated right there and then on the spot. I was instantly catapulted into a dark cave, warmed by ritual and intense prayer. The pungent fragrance opened a secret chamber in my heart as it stripped me bare to the memory of holding this medicine and decanting it to others, and the land. My love and adoration for Christ revealed its immensity as I keeled over and wept.

I had remembered what lay hidden in my soul, and now I am here to remind you.

On Spiritual Egoism …

April 12, 2019April 14, 2019 Hālau ʻĀha Hūi LanakilaLeave a comment

Spiritual egoism. It’s a sin worse than pride. It seems all of us are guilty of this transgression, from the hippie guru, a rabbi, a minister or priest in a church. Recognition of the many faces and facets of spiritual egoism is a positive sign that you are on the journey to fully understanding the battle of love versus hate.

Jesus Christ’s mission was all about “love one another”. But, walking The Path of Spirit Greatness is not a straight one. Spiritual egoism is a slippery slope and only underscores the narrowness of The Way. It seems to be guided. It is a moment to moment scruitany, and this is why the development of discernment in feeling is key. People like to criticize my views by sayjng that I don’t believe in Yeshua. None could be farther from my truth, because my guide stone is Yeshua’s very words: “BE LIKE ME”.

The question is how can we ever fully know what that admonition means in this life? To truly know it requires a transmutation of being: a transmutation of consciousness. However, as much as I desire that ideal, I readily admit that I am not yet ready to commit wholly to that transmutation process … and I question myself about “when” that next step will come to pass.

When will it become easy for me to commit to it? This inquiry has caused many challenges for me, and yes, anguish with the question of not knowing when. This is spiritual imperfection. Frankly, we, each of us, will always and ever not know unless and until we die. This is the big secret!

An out of body experience will not ever be definitive because of the sheer reality that you come back. To “know” means you never return. Nobody gets out alive and THAT is the fear. This is the unity. Looking into Death’s face is no BS and it cannot be sugar-coated.

In this Now, we are still in that embattled state of mind obsessed with “when” … and we are at the pinnacle. The focus of my generation is on what we can illuminate for those coming up behind us: the future generations who are our legacy.

The hubris of knowing is humbling. Thus, we collectively stare into the face of our own mortality and in so doing, we want to be heard because we are now truly of age. Hence, the desperation and fear: the din created by spiritual egoism.

Listen, it will always be someone’s latter days, and so an excuse to shout louder. So, to punctuate the dialogue with spirtual egoism is like pouring gas on the proverbial fire. Now, the “when” is shaping up to appear as the moment when “knowing” will be a platform of mutual agreement. This trigger point we collectively feel and act differently then those who went before us. Two, four, seven generations from now we will tell the story. Are we doomed to remain stuck? It takes constantly stepping back to view the big picture perspective to keep variables straight and in play. In conclusion we are each influenced profoundly by those who were with us during our development years. I also learned that all of us are the ultimate human potential. we can co create our own reality.