The Feminists From Inner Space

They say that there is nothing more dangerous than an idea that has met its time. But there was a danger to the status quo that was more powerful than an idea that met its time, and that danger was the dream that has met the power of its transmission—and Ayra had that power and lived it—she walked it, and her transmission, her power to radiate unabashed joy produced a network, an eternal doorway of joy to all the feminine receptors of it. Yes, baby! The Divine Feminine could no longer be suppressed or denied. The cork had been popped. Ecstasy was here! Her Ecstasy, her unabashed joy made obsolete the struggle of ideas, even the best ones to gather the momentum of believers to come alive through the struggle of action and the resistance to it. Her dreams couldn’t be resisted. They were too affecting; they were immediately experienced. There was nothing one could do. There was only the receiving of what each heart knew was true. Unabashed love and the joy of it could not and would not be postponed, struggled for, or earned to be enjoyed in a well-deserved future opportunity. There was no earning joy! It was your own nature. It belonged to everyone, and no one could earn or own it. It was naturally occurring, like all the true natural elements that are freely given. No one had the ignorance to stop it, to pollute it, to diminish it. The joy of the open heart and open hand was being dreamed, being experienced, and being lived right now. What a time to be alive! The law of attraction had met its target. The key had been turned and the bars that the prison of fear had created, and all the history of fearful hierarchy were finished, and no one could even remember what all those fears and rules and laws were about. Yippee! This happened—this freedom to live as love and joy, the power to receive it and open it, happened all at once, but the moment that each heart received it occurred in a moment of special, intimate, self-recognition.

The feminists worked hard to send invitations for all. They worked from their space station—a massive complex that was invisibly suspended above the earth. They worked with fervor, with passioned intensity, with delight, with the knowledge that their sister Ayra was the open-heart transmitter. They worked from their invisible post with a well-intentioned hilarity. Their energy was inexhaustible. They took no breaks. The higher realms and the inner-space beings joined forces with the feminists. Not only was there no time like this one, all of space was a buzz and affected by the changes that were occurring through Ayra—and through Ayra were being received on Earth. The feminists were dancing at their work, laughing and doing weird, hilarious jigs as their joy, the joy of their work, had to be expressed. Yes, inner space was aglow.

Ayda, the hardest working of the feminist-clone sisters, and the most serious, couldn’t contain her mirth. Ayma, the more cautious of the sisters, led the charge to turning up Ayra’s frequencies. Aysa was so on fire, so delighted that the people of the Earth realm were being open receivers of the One True Heart transmission, that she documented—thus personalizing the stories of how heart transmission and opening was occurring on Earth. It is through her work that we get to hear and read about three particular women and how they received the transmission of their own hearts opening, and how resonating as their own hearts changed everything for them. The first woman that she recorded and presented in a story was an earth woman that she had worked with—that had served their work with Ayra and Bodi.

Adediman was the cartographer who had helped to find the ancient documents of truth that had been left by enlightened women. Adediman lived closest to the source of the heart frequency and transmission. She and Ayra were housemates and when Ayra needed to wander to do her work, Adediman accompanied her and created maps of their wanderings that depicted both where they had been and how the transmission linked with both the external and internal aspects of the women they met. How was she affected and changed by Ayra’s transmission? Aysa watched and recorded her story. Aysa was the feminist who understood Adediman’s talents the best. She had researched her in the all-knowing knowledge library, and she discerned her long-standing relationship with the Bodhisattvas of each age. What was interesting about Adediman, Aysa discovered, was that she was neither a new soul nor an old soul—she was what was called (very rare) a companion. Companions were actually a personalized aspect of the impersonal becoming the personal in the work and form of a Bodhisattva. They came to serve the work of the Bodhisattva and when the work was finished, they merged back into the impersonal aspect of the Bodhisattva, but in Adediman’s case a form would always stay here waiting for the Bodhisattva to appear again. She had never merged but stayed here passing into one form or another. Ayra’s work to bring the Heart forward and let it shine its play of already happy, affected Adediman to know the force of her own heart. She experienced joy and love in the force of her own self-recognition and knew herself as the joy and force of love—she knew herself as the One True Love. This self-recognition, like Ayra’s transmission of already happy heart, had its own force and power that she was learning to use. Was she becoming a Bodhisattva as well? Aysa suspected that this was the growing truth in Adediman. She wondered how this would play out. Who better than a cartographer to depict their journey, both outer and inner?

Adediman loved being with Ayra and watching her work. She accompanied her as she roamed and learned so much. She was beginning to understand how joy was known, seen and felt through the Heart being open, self-aware, and lived. She understood that Ayra’s happiness came not from some other place or Source that Ayra tapped into or was a bridge for. Ayra is happiness, is Source. Wherever they went, Ayra was happy before they even got there. She was happy before anything happened or appeared. She stood and walked as the infinite doorway. How could anyone, any being, be happy before anything happens—before anything needs to happen or will happen? Ayra didn’t need to walk—where she stood was already happy. Adediman knew that Ayra’s walking was for everyone else. As she walked with Ayra, she knew that the happiness she felt more and more would never leave her—that it would only magnify. It was hard to make a map of happiness—of its deepening and the effects of that deepening. She could make a map of Ayra’s wandering and she sent her maps to Aysa, and Aysa shared them with the other feminist sisters from outer space. So many changes were occurring as a result of Ayra’s wandering transmission. She knew that the feminist sisters were keeping, tracking, mapping it with their own kind of technology that she didn’t understand. She thought of the work of the Bodhisattva and knew that Ayra’s work and transmission must be a culmination of all their previous work. As a standing companion with the Bodhisattva and now a walking companion with the Bodhisattva, Arya, wondered how is this gift of already heart open, already happy, was being given so easily, so freely? She asked Ayra this very question as they walked into a small town nestled in a redwood forest in northern California.

“Ayra,” she asked, “Why is there no necessary purification now for people to self-recognize their own true state of already happy? Why can you so freely give it, and women are able to accept it?”

Ayra smiled, “This is a unique time when no preparation is necessary to receive the self-recognition of already Heart open, already happy freedom. As a standing companion to the Bodhisattva, you have seen all the work and preparation that has been put into this unique offering and unique time.”

Adediman reflected on her words, “What will happen in this time with the gift you are so freely giving? How will it change everything?”

Arya smiled, “You will see, my dear one.” The two women, both feminists of the truest order, the Bodhisattva of the time and her heart-friend companion, made their way to the busiest café in the heart of the town. They ordered a bowl of soup and a salad. Adediman could feel Ayra’s magic begin to take effect on the people eating, chatting, and serving in the café. The room was aglow with bright golden light. Ayra was smiling that sweet smile of hers, her effortless transmission was at work. She noticed the woman holding her guitar and getting ready to perform on the small platform designated for such performers and put down her soup spoon to give her full attention. The woman cleared her throat and greeted everyone by saying, “Hello, my name is Willie, and I am going to sing my newest song for you, it’s called ‘She Gives Us the Gift’.” Adediman turned to Ayra and smiled. Willie began to strum her guitar, a really big smile spread across her face. She stopped strumming and her smile turned into laughter. She tried to speak and her laughter rolled on and she couldn’t stop it. The laughter became infectious, and everyone put down their forks and spoons to engage it with her.

Finally, Willie’s laughter subsided and she spoke into the microphone, “I can see everyone is feeling as good as I am. I don’t know what is overcoming me, but I love it. It makes me want to sing!” Willie sang like she had never sung before. It was a song that rocked with joy and her body couldn’t contain her mirth—she had to jump up and down, she had to keep moving to give her joy more space. Others also responded and danced in their own unique manner.

Adediman laughed and laughed, “This is amazing, all these people feeling your joy,” she looked at Ayra.

Ayra corrected her, “It’s everyone, joy is everyone’s state—they are finally feeling it!”

Willie finished her song, happily exhausted, “That was my song ‘She Gives Us the Gift’, wow and what a gift!” she added.