I am Aja Dematerra
Artist & Myth Maker

Since I was a very young child I've had visions of a radiant realm, but I experienced living in a world that seemed to reject this radiant realm. I believed that to survive I needed to find a really good place to keep this part of me safe - by hiding it away.

My life journey has shown me however, I had it backwards. For it has been this part of me - I call it my Creativity, that has kept me safe all my life. It has been my Creativity that changed my perceptions of the world. Once I embraced it, it opened doors into a magical life, and planted my feet on mother earth in a whole new way.

I have a childhood memory of lying in my crib and looking out the window at the sun, or what felt to me to be a beautiful, beloved, burning star. As I lay in my crib looking at this radiant light, I was filled with longing for this light, and sorrow that I couldn't be with it. My perception was that I was now here, in this place surrounded by darkness, trapped.

Please understand, I had parents who loved me and were not abusing me. Looking at my young life "objectively," I was living in nice, safe surroundings, cared for by responsible adults. But somehow my soul felt like this. At least for that moment. There were many more moments, but this is the clearest, most powerful memory I have. I share this memory  because it was really a very beautiful, inspiring moment. It was the catalyst that propelled my entire life's trajectory - to seek this radiant light, this beautiful, beloved burning star, no matter what. My soul's  mantra  became - Use everything to create beauty. This has not been my ego's, wounded self's, smaller self's mantra, you can be sure! 

Until recently I have felt this radiant realm was so very illusive. But I never gave up seeking to be as close as I could to it. I persisted in wanting to create it wherever I went, whoever I was with, no matter how lost or in illusion I was. I  didn't know that was what I was doing but now I see, that was what my soul was doing, to lead me home.

Now, I am in love with this Creativity, as I was with that radiant light I saw outside the window. There is no longer that distance, that sorrow and feeling of powerlessness. Being true to my Creativity has done this for me. Not hiding it away. Embracing my own soul. Sometimes I still get lost and in illusion, but now I know where to look for this warm, colorful, magical, radiant realm - inside myself, inside my powers of creation- not outside my window. Instead of feeling like I am surrounded by darkness, I feel I am living in a radiant realm.

I never give up on what I know is truly beautiful and valuable, for I love it so much, and I love it in others, and in All Things. I so appreciate this being able to travel back and forth between visible and invisible realms. There is so much color, magic, and beauty in the invisible realms and I love bringing it into the visible through my stories, my paintings, my poetry, my coaching, my life, my being. I have discovered, the more I do this, the more the two realms merge. This is who I am.

I also host a free Facebook group called 'The Circle of Radiant Beautifiers' and would love to have any Radiant Beautifiers of our new Earth join me there.

The Artist Wakes

The Artist wakes in the morning.
She hears the sea of visions calling.
She slips out of dream’s clothing,
and puts on the clothes of the sun,
 
The Artist steps into sacred rhythm.
Following a spiral of wind, shell and bone.
She kneels at the ocean of colors,
and communes with the dolphins of joy.
 
The Artist bathes in luminous waves  
of high frequency shapes,
as they come in.
She wades into universal imagination at high tide,
and devotes herself to diving in.
 
The Artist dives and emerges, dives and emerges.
She discovers more beauty than she can fathom,
more gifts than she can hold.
She lays her favorite treasures on the shore,
and when the tide begins to ebb,
she floats in the peace of her freedom.

I am the Tree of the Goddess

In the waters that are a continent, a galaxy, a star,
I am the Mother Tree of a
pulsing plasma vision
erupting from a jewel.
I stand in an Ocean of radiant,
loving, caressing, feelings,
benefiting, bathing, beautifying,
All.
I am the Tree of the Goddess,
and I have emerged,
for all the people
who have dreamed of me.
All the dreamers,
all the artists,
all the visionaries,
all the children,
all the prisoners,
who have seen me,
who have felt me,
who have been touched deeply
by oozing colors swirling in
the fountain of a magical earth,
and planted seeds.
I have burst forth
from the floor
of the untamable Sea.
Pouring jewels from every hand.
Singing, “It’s time to awaken,” from every branch.
Oozing the colors of a magical earth.
Colors rippling from my bark,
erupting from my jewels,
fountaining from my flowers
and from my breasts.
I paint.
I sigh.
I dance.
I kiss.
I bless.
I have burst forth
from the floor
of the untamable Sea.
I too cannot be tamed.
But none who dream of me,
dream of taming me, anyway.
And I have not come here to tame anyone.
I have come here to unleash,
I have come here to free,
the paintbrush, the pen,
the inner eye, the magical realms,
the swirling hips, the poetry of bliss,
the forgotten ecstasies of creativity,
the succulent simplicities of being a Goddess Tree.