About

Artist: Harsha Ravi

An eccentric introvert at heart, who has a secret passion for discovering random quirks in all things, people and experiences.  I am also known to moonlight as a bohemian gypsy and dark goddess during full moons and weird planetary transits and follows serendipity’s heart beat, embracing all kooky synchronicities that present themselves at the most sublime and often strangest of moments. A post-Jungian therapist but resonate more with being a cosmonaut of the heart and a psychonaut of the soul.

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“I never said it would be easy…

I only said it would be the Truth.”

~ Morpheus

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I am consumed by truth .. driven relentless by it’s fleeting and often subjective nature. It has always been somewhat of a moralistic voice in my conscience, ever since I was a young girl.

(As for the ‘vixen’ part, let’s just say it has something to do with broomsticks and full moons .. ) Back to the truth!

My first liaison with truth was in kindergarten. I wasn’t fully aware of it back then – but for a 5 year old, I seemed to have a deeply innate sense of ‘right and wrong’. My kindergarten teacher found her lipstick missing from her handbag one day. That afternoon after school, I was playing with my friend at her place when she pulled out a shiny red lipstick and told me not to tell anyone .. but it was the missing lipstick that belonged to my teacher.

That very next day, I told my teacher where her lipstick had gone and who had taken it.  So you’re probably thinking what a goody two shoes I was for dobbing my friend in – but honestly, I just thought it was plain wrong. Of course, my friend got into trouble and as it so happened, so did I… by her mother, telling me what a bad friend I was. Hang on, how the heck was that right? In some way, I guess it must have inadvertently taught me from a young age that telling the truth had its merits .. but it also had its fair share of downfalls too.

Another epic tustle with the truth came from one of my relationships – the karmic soul mate kind … which I won’t go into here, but the short version is that there was a betrayal of trust. An indiscretion became a point of contention in rebuilding the trust within our relationship. Despite our genuine attempts to make things work, he said that my brutal honesty was just too confronting.

There were repercussions for consciously choosing to withhold ‘truths’ and repercussions for when the harsh truth came out. Ahhh .. the double edged sword of Truth and Honesty! During my short-lived marriage, I was also accused of being too straight-laced and honest by my ex husband, who used to call me Miss Straighty 180 (I thought I wore the pants in that relationship). I’m no saint – and of course, I’ve also told my share of little white lies in the past.

I  wrote this above section back in 2010.

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In these shifting times, I’m a complete advocate for the whole truth and nothing but the truth. Having witnessed the pain and anguish that comes from not honouring a path of honesty and transparency in personal relationships and business connections, I’ve seen many wrestle with their shadow and deviant manipulations.

There is a radical shift of consciousness happening on the planet – the old paradigms are crumbling and will no longer serve the interests of humanity and her evolution. Warriors of the heart are stepping in to embrace the sanctity and virtues of truth, love, compassion, honesty and integrity… once again. Unity heart-based consciousness will prevail above all else.

Love and Guts,

V xxx

TRANSPARENCY IS THE HALLMARK OF TRUTH