The Red Book: A Deliciously Unorthodox Approach to Igniting Your Divine Spark by Sara Beak.
Sera Beak will appear at Book Passage Bookstore in Corte Madera, CA on Sunday, January 7 2007 at 1 pm. http://www.bookpassage.com
The Red Book is one of my favorite books of 2006, and I wrote a glowing blurb of it, which appears on the back of the book: “If you’re hungry for real magic but allergic to self-righteous jive, sit yourself down at this feast.”
You have described me…. in your book and now as you respond to the outlying judge of your work. Your youth forever sparks my own… and my irreverence. You have created a path for me to deposit my own truth in a personal memoir and you are both ancient and ageless. while I have entered the years of AARP, though I am the Red lady and t’will be until I no longer breathe in this air, I am also a devout optimist that while the world operates in the law of polarity, that one day we will live in a place of allowing, of honoring and of dacing barefoot in the places we now wear stilletos.
Thanks for your energy, your endeavors and your fearlessness. You never know whose cells you are vibrating. So stay your course!
Your Soulful pal!
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.