Welcome, Planetarians!

Helloooo !!   Come in!    Would you like a cup of tea...?  I’m perpetually making one.. Hi! I am elissa.

MUCHO GUSTO, great to meet you, whoever you are I’m honoured to connect somehow and eternally.

I can't imagine who will visit here but I guess the point is just to write.
You don't lie as easy when you write. Or i don't.
Or you subtly, subconsciously reveal your deepest secrets. Or i do.

I am a comedian/musician/remedial massage therapist/ reiki practitioner/yoga/meditation teacher travelling and loving this experience on earth. I got sick of alienating all my friends and family on email and facebook, so i thought I'd quietly take my argument over here, and god help anyone who follows.

May you enjoy, it's my jokes, my hopes my fears, way too much personal information and a fair blag of kooky stuff, stuff that blew my head off when I found out, and stuff that we should have learnt at school.
Stuff our 'owners' don't want us to look at.

I suppose if you're already here im probably 'singing to the choir'.

If you still don't believe you're owned... don't believe you're a slave... (why ... you have the freedom to wear stripey socks to work!) ... a few hours reading and following links that woke me up maybe we can all see beyond 'Plato's cave.'

It's my heros who have 'had the heart to live their lives out on a limb' that inspire me to seek truth.

Make yourself at home.
Thanks for stopping by!

The Invitation

"It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.
It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dreams, for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon... I want to know if you have touched the centre of your own sorrow, if you have been opened to life's betrayals or have become shrivelled and closed from the fear of further pain! I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it, or fade it, or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with joy, mine, or your own, if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, be realistic, or to remember the limitations of being a human.

It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me is true, I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself, if you can bear the accusation of betrayal, and not betray your own soul. I want to know if you can see beauty even when it is not pretty every day, and if you source your life from it's presence. I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine and still stand on the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon 'YES'.

It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done for the people.

It doesn't interest me who you know or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand in the centre of the fire with me and not shrink back.

It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls away. I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments."