Spiritual Cowgirl

Perfect timing. I was just sent this prayer from one of my favorite Red Men, Rob Breszny (I often feel like we were separated at birth…a few decades apart). This prayer is from his celestial orgasmic book Pronoia, which I highly, with a cherry on top, recommend. Lucky for me, Amazon linked his book with mine on my amazon page! Ah, together at last.

Enjoy!

“Dear Goddess, You who never kill but only change:

I pray that my exuberant, suave and accidental words will move you to
shower ferocious blessings down on everyone who reads this
benediction.

I pray that you will give them what they don’t even know they want –
not just the boons they think they need but everything they’ve always
been afraid to even imagine or ask for.

Dear Goddess, You wealthy anarchist burning heaven to the ground:

Many of the divine chameleons out there don’t even know that their
souls will live forever. So please use your blinding magic to help
them see that they are all wildly creative geniuses too big for their
own personalities.

Guide them to realize that they are all completely different from
what they think they are and more exciting than they can possibly
imagine.

Make it illegal, immoral, irrelevant, unpatriotic and totally
tasteless for them to be in love with anyone or anything that’s no
good for them.

O Goddess, You who give us so much love and pain mixed together
that our morality is always on the verge of collapsing:

I beg you to cast a boisterous love spell that will nullify all the
dumb ideas, bad decisions and nasty conditioning that have ever
cursed the wise and sexy virtuosos out there.

Remove, banish, annihilate and laugh into oblivion any jinx that has
clung to them, no matter how long they’ve suffered from it, and even
if they’ve become accustomed or addicted to its ugly companionship.

And please conjure an aura of protection around them so that they
will receive an early warning if they are ever about to act in such a
way as to bring another hex or plague or voodoo into their lives in
the future.

Dear Goddess, sweet Goddess, You sly universal virus with no fucking
opinion:

I pray that you will help all the personal growth addicts out there
become disciplined enough to go crazy in the name of creation, not
destruction.

I pray that you will teach them the difference between oppressive
self-control and liberating self-control, awaken in them the power to
do the half-right thing when it is impossible to do the totally right
thing.

Arouse the Wild Woman within them — even if they’re men.

And please give them bigger, better, more original sins and wilder,
wetter, more interesting problems.

Dear Goddess, You pregnant slut who scorns all mediocre longing:

I pray that you will inspire all the compassionate rascals communing
with this prayer to love their enemies just in case their friends
turn out to be jerks.

Provoke them to throw away or give away all the things they own that
encourage them to believe that they are better than anyone else.

Show them how much fun it is to brag about what they cannot do
and do not have.

Most of all, Goddess, brainwash them with your freedom so that they
never love their own pain more than anyone else’s pain.

Dear Goddess, You psychedelic mushroom cloud at the center of
all our brains:

The curiously divine human beings reading this prayer deserve
everything they are yearning for and much, much more.

So please bless them with lucid dreams while they are wide awake and
solar-energy-operated sex toys that work even in the dark
and vacuum cleaners for their magic carpets and a knack for avoiding other
people’s hells and their very own 900 number so that everyone has to
pay to talk to them and a secret admirer who is not a psychotic
stalker.

Dear Goddess, You fiercely tender, hauntingly reassuring,
orgiastically sacred feeling that is even now running through all of
our soft, warm animal bodies:

I pray that you provide everyone out there with a license to bend and
even break all rules, laws and traditions that keep them apart from
the things they love.

Show them how to purge the wishy-washy wishes that distract them
from their daring, dramatic, divine desires.

And teach them that they can have anything they want if they’ll only
ask for it in an unselfish way.

And now dear God of Gods, God beyond all Gods, Girlfriend of God,
Teacher of God, Goddess who invented God, I bring this prayer to a
close, trusting that in these mysterious moments you have begun to
change everyone out there in the exact way they’ve needed to change
in order to express their soul’s code.

Amen. Awomen. And glory halle-fucking-lujah.”

-Rob Breszny

Thank you all for your wonderfully supportive comments and emails regarding my previous post!!! You are the best blogmates I could ever hope for and I’m deeply honored (and amazed) that you take the time to read my crazy ramblings.

Please know that I love each and every one of you and now I’m more determined than ever to organize a Redvolution Party so we can all meet and get drunk and shake our booty and laugh and totally disturb the Universe (this can happen sooner if you live near Charleston or NYC or want to make the trip for one of my Redvolution Workshops)!

Till then, I’m giving you all big red cyber hugs!

“concerned: i find your blog totally disgusting and tasteless. you call yourself a woman of God? you should be ashamed of yourself! i can’t believe The Sophia Institute would have your filthy mouth as a speaker! NOT funny at all and no class whatsoever.”

Ah, here it is, my first negative comment on this blog from someone who is highly offended by my spiritual reality. It’s about time. My initial reaction to this comment was mixed: amusement, shock, sadness, and even a bit of fear (it brings up all those illogical past collective unconscious “memories” of being burned at the stake for this Work. I’m super extra-strength glad they can’t literally throw me into the fire this time round, only figuratively).

Because this commenter referenced The Sophia Institute, where I’m speaking on May 16th, I worried that they might send this wonderful place a negative email. I worried this person might actually show up at the event and harass me, or my audience (this is because someone got all sorts of nasty towards Marianne Williamson a few months ago when she gave a talk at The Sophia Institute). I worried about my poor parents who will be attending this event as they live part of the year in Charleston and are an active part of The Sophia Institute community. As parents, they just desperately want everyone to like and support me. My family is filled with “people pleasers”. We’re so Midwestern and smiley and freckly and sweet and kind and open minded and non judgmental that we’re often downright shocked when people don’t like us…and this can be a problem, especially when the red starts pumping through your spiritual veins and your Being demands total and complete freedom from all social, religious, moral, political, and sexual standards, programs, beliefs, practices, and energies that do not serve your highest good. And truthfully, I’m only just beginning to let the red out. Yeah, good future times for my family. Sigh.

As I was writing this very post, a delightful and deeply conscious radio host and I talked on the phone about the possibility of an interview. I love what this man is creating within the world. I think his work and radio show are incredibly important. I value his opinion. So when he made the comment that some of his colleagues and other people who need to hear the red message might not be able to because they would be put off by the fact that I use the word “fuck” and other such colorful language in my blog posts, I paid attention. I tried to be as open as I could to receiving his advice, and yet, I also tried to tune in to my inner guide and get Her opinion and not just immediately default back into my Midwestern-catholic-good-girl-people-pleaser self in a blink of a blue eye.

These comments brought up a very important inner teacher: self doubt. Am I sure of what it is I am doing? Am I allowing the divine into my work completely and clearly? Am I expressing my particular facet of the divine feminine as authentically as possible? Is my brash language truly coming from my higher self or from my past life as a trucker from Vegas (and are they really so separate after all?)?

Truthfully, I’m sometimes shocked by what comes out of me. On the left hand, my red expressions feel so very deeply Me. They make my spirit wiggle with glee and my heart feel like it’s actually doing its job. My red expressions help me to realize “ah yes, here I Am, here We are…finally”. On the other hand, the right hand, my personality self reacts to some of my red work all, “Holy Crap Sera, that’s too much! Pull back! Fire in the Hole! Retreat! Save your self (and your poor readers)!”

Van Jones says that a rebel opposes, whereas a revolutionary proposes. Sometimes we need a stick of dynamite, sometimes we just need a drawing board. From what I’ve experienced, a Redvolutionary needs both.

I cannot deny who I am and how I relate to and express Spirit. Some of my work might seem provocative and rebellious, and even a bit risqué, but I do know this: my work is rooted in love. Fierce love. The type of love that is here to part the Red Sea so we can safely move through to our other side.

My firm “no” to old paradigms, “holy” altars, repressive spiritual models, patriarchy, and stagnant “tame” spiritual expression is actually a celebratory “yes” to my self and to the divine and to all of existence. And although my particular red flair might ban me from certain agents, publishers, radio interviews, and a front row seat at America’s commercial spirituality arena, I refuse to dim my red light. If I do so, I’m just gonna have to come back and try it all over again till I learn that the only thing that really matters in this show we call life is living and speaking our divine truth.

Another thing I know about my red work: this world has gone to such great lengths to repress and contain this red energy that the act of breaking free from the thick cocoon will not be perfect or easy or pretty. It’s a rough and raw and messy process (”process” being the key word here). In other words, I’m young. I make, and will continue to make mistakes in my work. My sword might cut too deep at times and my fire might burn to hot. All I can do is apologize, make amends, keep a healthy sense of humor, and keep on truckin’.

You see, my heart beats clear: However I can be of service to the Divine Feminine, I will be so, especially this particularly, er, spicy form of the divine feminine, the Red Lady – who, if you haven’t noticed by now tends to hang out in bedrooms (and brothels), temples, beaches, bathtubs, dance clubs, gardens, and the soft gooey space between “right” and “wrong”. She eats red meat (organic, free-range, local, and sustainable of course). She drinks vodka, sake, red wine and lots of lemon water. She has tattoos. She breaks the law. She creates chaos out of order. Her favorite time to get it On is between 9pm and 3am. She wears red patent-leather stilettos, a silk robe that’s slit up to there, and gold body glitter. She smells like new beginnings. She moves like sex and your favorite cartoon character. She’s goofy. She loves to laugh, wink, and shake her ass. She does not understand “lines,” morals, class, or separation. She plays with fire. She swears like a sailor. She speaks a demanding language that you can only understand if you are naked, drunk, and willing to let go of everything you’ve been told God is or isn’t. And Oh Yes, She is deeply, madly, passionately in love with you. Yes, you. And she will go to any and all lengths to remind you of this truth. Of your truth. Of our truth.

This, of course, is not The Truth. This is simply my truth, for now (oh yeah, the Red Lady apparently has ADD. She rarely stays focused on one thing or place or way of being for too long. She’s all about movement, shedding skins, and evolution). I would never assume or demand that anyone else adhere to my spiritual reality, but I will continue to share my spiritual approach with the sincere intention that by doing so, you will be inspired to create and share your own unique approach and relationship with the divine. My hope is that by expressing a bit of the red wildness, you will be reminded of your own divine wildness, your spiritual freedom, and your spiritual responsibility to be your true self, boldly and loudly, to the best of your ability, within and without the fire.

And even if we differ in belief and expression, I also hope to convey through my work that you are not alone on the path. The Red Ones are here to support you, tickle you, kiss you, and tell you how fucking sexy you are, even if, and especially because, you think we have filthy mouths.