THE SACRED SPACE WITHIN
by CC Treadway
The cauldron is a mythical place that lives within us.
It is the feminine home where ideas are churned, where creativity bubbles in the soul. Without attention to this most sacred of places, the dreams and visions we cook up cannot be supported in the world.
The Cauldron reveals itself when we are willing to be still, when we are willing to sit in the seat of our deepest longings, when we courageously face our pain and when we surrender to our joy. The Cauldron cannot be forgotten in our pursuit of success and change, for it lovingly guides us with the power of the Mother, our greatest nurturer.
Often this liquid brew is elusive. Collectively, we experienced the expulsion of the principle, and powerlessly watched our world deteriorate. When we hear our teachers tell us the feminine is returning, we only have to look within ourselves to find this Holy Grail, the primordial water that is within us bubbles forth like a knowing fairy. We may have thought she didn't exist, but she was there all along. Silently, but patiently waiting for the time we would be ready to serve her again.
To stir the cauldron, and then not serve it to the world would be a crime. The beauty that is each of our soul's gifts is a succulent cup meant for other's to drink of and taste. But there is no pressure in our inner concoction, only the pleasure of feeling the gift of the Goddess as our source of inspiration.
As I grow to new heights in my work and in life, returning to the Cauldron for a drink is what keeps me sane, it is my form of meditation, is restores me to my essential self so I can keep going, keep giving, keep striving.
My partner and I began our spring planting on the equinox. What better way to be immersed in the vast well of abundance our Mother has to offer. What a joy it was to witness that the leftover foods I had received through the winter had transformed into soil through composting, to assist in growing more food. In those moments I feel in complete harmony with the gifts offered from the Cauldron. I am consciously co-creating with the ecosystem, an integral part, shamelessly full of gratitude. How could I not marvel at what is already available to us, without an ounce of modern technology?
Keeping this connection to the Cauldron allows me guilt free growth, because as I keep our beautiful home, Earth, close to my heart, I cannot betray her. I can only be informed, day by day, the most harmonious choices to my full expression of self, love, friendship and business.
May you drink from your Cauldron each day so that you are forever filled.
Copyright 2010 CC Treadway. All rights reserved.
HEALING THE INDUSTRIAL WOUND WITH CONSCIOUS BUSINESS
By CC Treadway
I hear Mother Earth’s call every day. The enjoyment from spending time with her fills me from the inside out. Then I hear the call of Father Sky, the Universe, and the call from other species in the Universe, our relatives from abroad. I feel the call of technology and progress pushing me to new heights, making it possible to connect with those relatives. Then I feel that familiar block, the one that says technology and progress is killing the planet. And I stop moving forward.
THE INDUSTRIAL WOUND
The industrial wound is preventing us from moving forward into our future. But to trace our reluctance for the healers to commit to being part of society and financially empowered, let us go back, way back to the time of the Roman/Catholic Empire. The brainwashing that has been done cannot be underestimated. Caucasians were brainwashed into thinking their ancestors were barbarians and savages, to the point that they completely cut off from their genetic history. They were also brainwashed by the church that being wealthy was a sin. The belief if you did God’s work, you could not be wealthy was rampant. The Catholic Church and royal families were laughing all the way to the bank.
Over the generations, the brainwashing was so complete that no one wanted to be a barbarian, but no one wanted to be rich either. That was for a select few royalty, and in those times, no one but the royal families had any hope of being wealthy. Of course an association of wealth with cruelty would be embedded into our minds. The religious royalty made all the rules and created a society based on taxes, debt and persecution. The tribal people were forced, or eased into a passive financial mentality against their will or unconsciously. It was like dying of carbon monoxide poisoning. Before they knew it, they were simply asleep. Sound familiar? It’s righteous, evil genius, and it has happened all over the world.
When emigration of Europeans to the Americas began, the Europeans were already a conquered and brainwashed people, completely convinced their lifestyle was the right one.
And yet the democratic society is based on the Iroquoi government. Even Donald Trump honors this in his book, “Why We Want You to be Rich.” It’s a good read, by the way. However, due to the persecution in Europe, the one vast improvement in the creation of the United States was its ability for people of all backgrounds to rise up and create what they want. Anyone could be wealthy if they wanted.
But, so utterly convinced of their superiority (due to their previously mentioned brainwashing) most were happy to do away with the natives they met. So convinced that tribal people were sub-human, they also felt completely justified in having Africans as their slaves. Their connection to their tribal roots been severed already and replaced with religious and cultural doctrine. This continues today. It makes it very hard to be proud of being Caucasion in today’s world. And yet the recollection of that pride, from the ground up is what we need to heal.
Here we are now, in the land of opportunity, the United States of America, allowed to move up in class and wealth with no connection to nature or our roots. The energy of free human beings cannot be measured. It’s happening today in China. But when the industrial revolution hit the US, energetic Americans had no idea how to handle technology in a sustainable way.
Our natural instincts to be in harmony with the earth were eradicated, but our natural instincts to create, invent and grow were exploited. At least both weren’t destroyed.
What we find through the Druid and Celtic revivals is that our European tribal ancestors were wise, were similar to the Native Americans that were alive and well upon the arrival of the Europeans. Druids were awakened to the relevance of their own history when they learned of the native peoples. The awakening of the memory is further released through ceremony with nature. The evolution of these instincts occurs when we do not reject our technology and economics, but infuse the new system with our connection to Mother Earth. Tribal life meant a lot fighting to protect lands and clans, the life force and energy was raw and alive. As romantic as that sounds, most people nowadays would prefer peace and freedom.
There is no way, with our natural instincts to be in harmony with Mother Nature, that we do not collectively feel guilt around our behavior. This can polarize people into denying it or trying to fix it by rejecting technological progress. But where did this urge come from to usurp humanity’s connection to itself? Some would site it to an extraterrestrial race with selfish interests in Earth and humanity. But where is that force coming from? Were we created as a slave race? We don’t have the answer to these questions, we only have choices in this moment. It’s easy to blame an outside source for our problems, easier even to blame extra terrestrials. I only know that the way out of slavery comes from empowerment, from overcoming hatred, victimhood and blame, upshifting our vibration and evolving the game to a level of truth.
There is another way to come out of persecution, and that is for those with privilege and power to take responsibility for that power and use it wisely, inspiring those in poverty and victimhood to rise up. You can be the Abraham Lincoln of the 21st century, or you can be oblivious to the power that you have. Leadership takes work.
WHY CONSCIOUS BUSINESS?
It's simple. Those with the most money have the most influence on policy. I’d like to be in the game to make a positive influence. And all people, women, men, black, white, tribal, Asian etc., can do it now. I’d like to play big.
I recently stayed at my fathers place in New York City, I had spent so much time rebelling against my economist father, that I had never bothered to read any of his thousands of books on the subject. My father, Peter Treadway PhD, in an extremely successful and respected economist and fihistorian. While I may sometimes think my father experiences life primarily through money and numbers, I only had to read a few chapters of a few books to feel like an uneducated dummy. What I concluded was that everyone should be economically educated and wealthy. The effects of economics on societies and culture is so significant, we are completely disempowered if we are not engaged.
Poor people are passive in their approach to money. Rich people are active.
By default the poor good guys feel like they are fighting the rich bad guys. And that’s just so boring by now.
Healers, artists and activists, this is where you get to fit in to the new world. And don’t act like you don’t want to. We all want to feel we belong. We all want a positive role for our gifts. Business and economics are the most influential forces on humanity in the physical realms. We must join in, evolve our finances and work with innovative technologies that will save our asses. Commerce is the place of action for your good intentions, money its vehicle. Money is the easiest way to manifest, it's better to have some. We are scared of it because it’s that big, and because it means we can’t hide or make excuses anymore.
From my heart, you are needed in today’s world.
Your sensitivity, compassion, intuition, artistry and vision are the sustainable energy of the future. Your conscious infusion into our system is lighting up the world. The days of lightworkers being the unsung heroes are coming to a close. We need you to step out and be seen and become so normal that you are not persecuted against. Your gifts are necessary to take humanity into the future. We need you to take responsibility and embrace our system as your own. We need you to face your fear of rejection or persecution and step out, because now more than any time we have ever seen, the creative expression of your essence is allowed to manifest in service and prosperity. You are no longer alone, you no longer have to be on the fringe, penniless with a few trusted friends. The community is global now, and is integrating. Healing technologies are bursting on to the scene from everywhere, the shift in perception from slave to master is upon us. Our time has come.
(c) 2010 CC Treadway, all rights reserved.
FINDING MY INDIGENOUS ROOTS
By CC Treadway
What helps you connect to being human on Earth? It is not just about the stars from which you came, but the land, the traditions and the race that runs through your DNA. As most light workers understand, it is not about becoming so filled with light that you leave Earth (finally), it is about connecting so deeply with Source, Self and Earth so that you are a bridge between Father Sky and Mother Earth. That bridge, you, heals and loves the Earth, as it welcomes her into a space of more peace, more love and more joy. We as humans are necessary for Earth’s ascension into her next stage of growth because we are a beloved part of her. As a child of Mother Earth and Father Sky, we are at our best when we receive the love that is offered, and forgive what we think is wrong. We are at our best when we are the fullest expression of our unique Divine Spark. This is what good parents desire: Their children to be happy. This mission is embedded in all of us. And as we heal ourselves, living a life of Joy, we offer our ancestors healing seven generations back and seven forward. And so with that model, Mother Earth and Father Sky are evolving by our efforts. They love us profoundly for it, because any good parent could see that despite the difficult conditions here on Earth, we still dedicate ourselves to love. Knowing who you are as a human being, and loving being a human being is so crucial. While God, Spirit, Creator is always available, our spiritual lineages and ancestry keep our Divine connection grounded in our humanity.
In April, 2009, a historic gathering, Return of the Ancestors took place in northern Arizona. Elders from all over the world gathered in ceremony for the re-union of indigenous wisdom, and for world harmony. As I looked at the guest list, I couldn’t help but notice that there was very little representation from the Indigenous Caucasian tradition.
I know what you are thinking, "What is the Indigenous Caucasian tradition? " Well, I’d like to know too.
As a little girl, I spent most of my time in our yard, which backed up into the woods. I had favorite trees, played with fairies and journeyed with my imagination to parallel worlds and magical lands. I could spend hours out there. The time after a rain was one of my favorites and I would stare, mesmerized at the dew on the leaves. Puddles of water collected at the roots of the trees, forming pools that my pixie friends would swim in. I dreamed of kingdoms and unicorns, making potions from nature and miraculously healing people with my energy that ran through my hands. This was a natural spiritual process that welled up inside me, but no context in the modern world with which to express it. This was my secret world and I never discussed it. My mother was very spiritual, and would have embraced my ideas, but having been unknowingly stripped of her magic, it wasn’t truly real to her either. Had I brought it up it would have been lovingly supported as make believe that she wished were true, and yet this was where I felt the most comfortable, the most real. With no context, I had an instinct to keep this magical world a secret, and it remained that way for a very long time. Many spiritual people have had this experience; I know I am not unique.
I grew up in a predominantly reformed Jewish neighborhood in Westchester County, New York. There were a lot of bagels, Bar Mitzvahs and very high SAT scores. There were a few other Episcopalians, but Christianity was not a culture that directed our lives. In general church was a pleasant experience and I loved the choir music. However I rejected the dogmatic approach to Christianity at an early age, and my natural pagan roots were somewhat supported by my mother who would tell me stories of how Christmas was actually adapted from the pagan solstice celebration and that Jesus was actually born some time in the spring or summer (recently scientifically proven by astronomy). Past lives and reincarnation were often talked about and I was constantly reminded that I chose her as a mother whenever we would argue! We were frequent guests at the A.R.E. center, founded by the sleeping prophet, Edgar Cayce. The greatest gift my mother ever gave me was of exposing me to this and encouraging my spirituality.
As a teenager, I felt tremendous callings towards Native Americans. I even did an independent study on the subject as a senior in high school. I didn’t want to be just another hippie co-opting native tradition, but it seemed the best example for what I was experiencing in my heart and soul. I felt so much grief over the destruction of these great cultures. But what of the indigenous roots of Caucasians? I assumed there were none. I didn’t really see any around me, and while I felt an incredible pull towards the Celts, tales of Avalon were just that, tales from a long time ago, and I just didn’t connect my own European roots to the Celts. I thought it had all died and that hurt. I didn’t feel connected to the Wiccan tradition, and the Episcopalian church did not fill the longing for my indigenous roots, and I didn’t feel I had the right to claim any other race’s roots.
I carried shame for my race, guilt in my genes. The guilty robe of the race that took out the Native Americans, enslaved the Africans , massacred the Jews and on and on. It seemed the most white thing I could do was get a good job, make good money and set the table properly. While I was good at the latter, the former was kind of a chore. But this was my “heritage.”
Then why, in my heart, did I wanted to live by the cycles of Nature, reuniting with Mother Earth, living by magic and creativity, swimming in the Mystery?
My freshman year of college I was confronted with this issue head on. There was a group for all minorities, but there was no group for me. And, had I wanted to put together a group, I could not have formed the “White American” group. That would have been a real “no no” and I really wouldn’t have known what do with it. And part of being white is not talking about the fact that you are white. I was told I didn’t need a group because the whole United States was my group. But I did need one, because I had no roots, I was ashamed of being white, and I had no idea what being Caucasian even meant.
Have the supremacists taken away our ability to connect to the innate gifts of being Caucasian, of being a human connected to the root of humanity, of Earth?
I think that is one of the biggest cover-ups in history: The raping of the indigenous roots of Caucasians, tracing back at least to the Un-holy Roman Empire. Its not about race, its about stripping the Indigenous of their wisdom of all tribes, of all colors. Because the dominant race of people to conquer was/is white, all white people are at risk to assume that’s who they are too. But we all have had the rug pulled over our eyes. It is not only the Native American children who were taken off their land, sent to boarding school and forced to “convert” to being “white.” The Earth honoring clans of Europe had been slaughtered and converted long before. Our own public schools, in the United States, still do the same thing to our children today.
As I entered into the path of the healer and began doing ceremonies around the world, many indigenous people asked me, “What is your tradition? Where do you come from?” The only thing I knew is that I came from New York, the Stars, and before that Source, like everyone else. And I was American. But I couldn’t tell them about spiritual roots, heritage, ancestry, tradition, anything like that. I had no answers. Over the years I participated in more and more Indigenous ceremonies, trying to find the root, and slowly discovering the power of my own body and how it was connected to the Earth. But I watched with envy as the tribes called upon their ancestors during ceremony, connecting into some invisible strength that gave them more power.
I didn’t think calling upon my own ancestors was such a great idea. They were Catholics and Protestants who went to church because they were supposed to. Anyway, my mission was to heal the trauma that had been carried down generation to generation, and frankly I thought they would just screw up the ceremony…then what would the Native Americans say?
At one gathering, and Apache elder spoke to the whites in the audience, he said, “Find your roots. You need it to get through 2012. They are in Europe. Go back and find yourselves so you can transition safely.” I wondered if he was on to something. Growing up there was absolutely no emphasis on roots. Part of being an American is not placing too much significance on your background.
When my immigrant ancestors came over from Europe, they did whatever they could to assimilate, many times completely erasing all memory of their heritage.
Over the years I was given many clues to find my heritage, but there was a block within me, a pain so great at having lost the connection that getting it back meant facing the loss head on. This is a crucial thing to acknowledge. There is great pain in our disconnection from the Mother, and the only way back is by confronting it. It is also why so many are completely unable to do it.
A year ago, I asked my parents to write down the story of their families. My father really got excited and he wrote down all the scandals, secrets and lies as best he knew, breaking down my bloodline into 16ths. My dad is a great writer and has an uncanny knack for details and memory. I had heard bits and pieces of the story over the years, but seeing it all written down was like reading a mystery novel. While reading the story, I was only interested in learning about the Italian aspect of the family. I hoped that by being Italian, I might get some pigment in my skin, I was so ashamed of being white. I kind of skipped over the other information. Treadway, my last name, is not actually a blood name. I wont go into details, but my last name should Cascio, from southern Italy. Due to “scandals,” we have no connection to that bloodline. My mother was able to tell me small details about my great grandfather while he was still in Italy. This was really exciting. His surname was Attanasio.
It was hard for me to connect with the Italian line since I was so white-looking, but I was proud of it.
At about that same time I passed by a booth selling Celtic jewelry in Union Square, NYC. An overwhelming sense of longing washed over me, I stood paralyzed, wanting so badly to walk up to the booth and make a connection. But feeling the pain of the unfulfilled longing, I kept walking. I wanted the Celtic times back, but I didn’t feel any right to claim being Celtic since I wasn’t Irish. But over the course of that year, I confronted the wound of losing the connection from Earth, from myself and from Source. The next year, I got the courage to go up to the Celtic booth and I walked away with a Celtic cross and a new friend, the owner of the store, a Celtic Storyteller. I felt such a connection to the tradition it totally floored me. It was a pivotal moment.
After this encounter, I decided to revisit the document my Dad had put together for me. After carefully adding up all the 16ths of my bloodline, I was startled to discover that I was almost half Irish. I don’t know why I never knew this, it was never really talked about. I only heard about a German grandmother on my Dad’s side, so I assumed I had a lot of German, which I never wanted to tell anyone having grown up in Jewish neighborhood. But in fact I was only 1/16th German. Having Irish ancestry completely resonated.
This was the information I had been looking for all these years. Being half Irish was enough of a connection to take me into my European indigenous roots. And it snowballed from there. I began learning all about the Celtic and Druid paths. As I read up on Druidism, I was able to see that the information I received through my nightly channelings for the past two years was almost verbatim in the curriculum of Druidism. I sat stunned at what I was reading. I couldn’t believe it, because it finally felt like my body, mind and spirit all came together in a human context, a structure that could house my “brand” of spirituality. I had a tradition and I had indigenous roots. It had been there all along. Who knows for how many hundreds or thousands of years it had remained dormant in my family, but after my research, I knew it was alive and well in the world.
Now, as I sit in the great landscapes of the Southwest, I can relax into the knowledge that I have indigenous roots that speak to me naturally, that are valid that have an ancestral power, that guide me. It is another step in my spiritual path to unity, but one that made me weep for a week. I am still American, still Episcopalian, still a New Yorker, still from the Stars, and still from Source, like everyone else, but I am also a child of Mother Earth and Father Sky, expressing my love for them through a specific structure and community to which I belong. This keeps me proud of being human.
The Mayans, the Kogi, the Havasupai, the Dine, the Apache, and others have all so generously helped me to find my own Indigenous roots.
They knew what was missing, and despite their history with white people, took it upon themselves to welcome me home to my roots.
These structures, rituals and traditions that each race has received and created are designed specifically to express the gifts of that race. This intelligence connects us to the circle of time, the medicine wheel, to each other, to the Earth and to God. Most of our religious holidays have been completely stripped their intelligence. The absence of our ancient practices in the modern world, and especially in the Caucasian race, are a major part of the chaos today.
At the Return of the Ancestors, I brought with me my own ancestral line, and the knowledge that there is beauty and truth to the Caucasian race. I am at the beginning of this awareness, and I hope that others can relate to the story I tell. I hope to help restore this truth, to work with others of all nations to bring humanity into balance with each other and Mother Earth once again. For what we are discovering is truly just being rediscovered and integrated into the modern backdrop of today.
(c) CC Treadway 2009-10. All rights reserved.