? an autobiography

Heather Miodownik

Copyright 2009

And it came to pass

Under the zodiac sign of Leo

 in the Kingdom of the Lions

That a small child was to be born

Torn

 from her Divine self

in order to experience separation

pain and suffering.

So small was she

that they named her

 Heather Feather

She had been chosen

 by the Goddesses

Overseen by the angels

For they knew down the line

she would  transform

and her transformation

bring inspiration

to many other of the human kind

She was raised

and never praised

By her depressive mom

and her abusive dad

She lived in a house

fit for a queen

Swimming pool

Tennis court

and all that could be bought

In the golden castle

there was no parcel

of love

But there was a blanket

and a black back

A nanny

that kept this small child warm

and safe

 from her fear and trembling

Laying a foundation for the future

The child from the Lion Kingdom

felt very alone

very prone

to wet her bed

out of dread

Night after night

she would dream

The big fat  rhinoceros

would catch her

Behind the water tower

she would hide

Only to wake up

to someone?s screaming

that once again

 her bed was wet?..

Obla dee Oblah dah, life goes on

Days and nights

Nights and days

She grew up

Outwardly laughing

Inwardly screaming

and dreaming of release

At age eleven

she tried to go to heaven

At age fourteen

started courting

At fifteen she flew

to The Promised Land

that her father

had always called ?home?.

It was just after

That Six Day War

When spirits were high

Having won

and overcome

all those Arab enemies

A tiny country

So mighty and proud.

She looked at the soldiers

With admiration in her eyes

Wishing to join them

And be rid of the enemy

Who threatened

The existence of her people

Her place and her home in this world

She went back to South Africa

Nagging and pleading

To go back ?home?

 where she knew she belonged

So she too could become one

of those soldiers

and kill all the Arabs.

And it came the time

That the family left

The kingdom of the lions

The country of black and white

The country where white

Is always right

Oblah dee Obalh dah

Life goes on

And they came home

To the Kingdom of the Jews

Knowing that

Now she would be safe

A whole army to protect her

And she being one of them.

She learned the language

The ways and the culture

She learned to be

a kinder garden teacher

and went into service

of the mighty Israeli Defense Force

luckily not fulfilling her wish

of death for the other.

Very soon after

Heather Feather

Found the man of

her  Zionest dream

The cream

of society

a pilot

a hero

Now she thought

she was acceptable

respectable

 But things

Did not turn out

Like in the fairy tales

where you live

happily ever after

Three gorgeous red headed

little ones were born

into the Kingdom of the Jews

The color of their hair

 just like King David

Royal blood for sure

 When the fourth one appeared

in a mystical moment

It was only for

three wee hours

For that was all

that little angel

from heaven

needed

in order to wake

Heather into reality

It came like a bolt

A jolt

 A pain so deep

That once again

Heather wanted to

  fly like  a feather

off into heaven.

The angels

kept her grounded

in a fancy hotel

 On a family vacation

they did go

 Trying to return to

the way life used to be

The children down on the beach

Heather on the sixteenth floor

closed the door

While climbing into the tub

the full sized mirror

hit her in her belly

which had turned into jelly

For years she had not

gazed in that direction

Avoiding the reflection

Afraid she might wake up.

Mirror mirror on the wall

She cried out ?

This cannot be me

I am Heather Feather

How did I grow into a whale

while wailing about my life.

Out of the door she ran

One leg over the rail

The wail so loud

It sounded like a dog

under the wheel of the wagon

In a flash and a bolt

her living  children did revolt

They flew into her vision

to show her what love is

 Oblah dee Oblah da

 Life goes on

The Pandora Box was opened up

 bit by bit

The truth started to surface

The pain and suffering

Finding it?s source

The healing journey  had began?..

The angels up high

applauded in relief

 For there was a moment

they had feared

she might not

break the pattern

The cycle

They got into gear

without any fear

to accelerate the pace

and the process

First they allowed

her to discover

 the healing powers

she had in her  hands

 and her heart

as she healed her own  son

who could not walk

Then the angels

 they sat in the dome of direction

Seeking the reflection

Heather needed now

To the Galilee they sent her

and her family

To the space and place

that the Christed One had walked

taught and healed

Where the Rabbis

of Kabbalistic  wisdom

chose to live

and to die

To  remind her

who she is

That she

can allow to die

all that does

not serve her.

She became a spiritual seeker

Turning  inward

each time to discover

a little more of her true self

Oblah dee  Oblah dah

Life goes on

The angels looked on

So happy with her progress

Knew it was time

for more jolting

and waking up

So they sent her on a ride

in a bus that looked quite normal

Through winding roads

Up hills and down valleys

into the territory

of those

she chose

to  believe

were the enemy

The sign on the bus read

Heal your suffering

Heal your pain

She was sure

she would gain

tranquility

But Alas-

A room full

of scary people

Mustaches, kaffiayas

Hijabs and fear

She heard the pain

She heard the suffering

of ?the other?

Those she feared most

Those she had been taught

were her enemy

Her hand went to  her head

Wondering  what had she  been thinking

Her hand went to her heart

where she could not contain

and remain with

all that she was witnessing

and keep silent

This was not only her ?home?

This was not only the

Kingdom of the Jews

This was the Kingdom

of the Muslims, the Christians,

 the Bedouins,  the Druze and the Jews

The angels applauded

way on high

Knowing the path had found

 its direction

Oblah dee  Oblah da

Life  goes on

Every now and again

 they?d send

her another gift

of awakening

They helped

her sprout wings

 so she could fly

in the sky

and stop wanting to escape in heaven

They sent her to heal

her ancestral pain

in the Kingdom

of the Germans

To visit the furnaces in Poland

where her family had been burned

They sent her back

to the Kingdom of the Lions

to dance on the land

and heal the white shame

They sent her to heal

Her incestual pain

In the land of Enchantment

Oblah dee  Oblah dah

Life goes on

In the land of the Devas

The compassionate space

Where the fairies fly free

Where magic can be

She met in the dark of the night

Her mothers

Sarah and Hagar

who were waging war

inside her body.

She screamed and cried

begging them to stop

To drop

the past.

Eventually they moved

 to her womb

For healing and reconciliation

For a new birth

And so in the year of the test

Heather Feather was put to rest

In the wee hours of dawn

 Anael was born

The Pandora box

had turned into a treasure chest

Little did she know

that in years to come

In the same sweet space

Where the fairies roam free

The Deva house would turn into

the compassionate dialogue space

A place for the daughters of Sarah and Hagar

to shed their tears

To heal and reconcile

To find love in their hearts

Where before

fear, pain and hatred

had held them hostage

to their cultural conditioning.

From day to day

Anael revealed more of her powers

The angels perfection so great

They even had her fly

the day the twin towers did die

To help her

let go of her towers

of falsehood and illusion

She let go of her cultural  conditioning

She let go of her pilot

She let go of her home

She let go of all false foundations

That had tried to hold

her down

She let go of her pain

She let go of  her suffering

She let go of lack

Of fear and of doubt

Of being the victim

as she revealed

her true foundation

 alive and throbbing

 in her own heart

 to start

 the next cycle

Oblah dee  Oblah dah

Life goes on

In the year 2003

Creativity for Peace

was birthed

through the seed of her pain

bringing into her life

30 new daughters

to love each year.

And the story goes

That in years to come

Some of those girls became

world renowned peacemakers

And in time too

There was no more war

Even men shed tears of joy

All arms were used for hugging

All  knew they were chosen

to create the life they deserve

The tools being the love

 in their hearts

and their positive thoughts

And so the new generations

 were taught these new tools

in their schools

Checkpoints vanished

Boundaries and borders

disintegrated

Fear gave way to love

The angels celebrated in triumph

Trumpets were blown

Walls came down

as the girls radiated their love for all

As they radiated their compassion

Their strength and their valor

They helped create

 many womens councils

founded on self love and respect

 They were set up

all over the globe

Councils of team work and collaboration

Slowly men started to learn

that they could earn love

by opening their hearts

to be brave once again

Legend has it

that Anael lived

to be one hundred and two

 The world had become one of loving kindness

Of Oneness

Mankind had become that?..kind

Love reigned for thousands of generations

There was war no more

Her dream had come true

Creativity for Peace

had fulfilled it?s mission

She  too had fulfilled her life?s mission

The children that she taught

had created

peace on earth?.

Oblah dee.

 Oblah dah,

 Life goes on

                                                 August 2007