With Love, Marilyn

I’ve known not a thing about Marilyn Monroe beyond the ‘troubled blonde bombshell’ persona portrayed by the media of her time. I’ve never seen a Marilyn movie. Can’t ever recall hearing any audio footage of her speaking. And I certainly had no idea she was a passionate writer.

She’s the kind of celebrity the entire world will know of for millennia, yet I wonder how many ever really knew her.

I’m aware there are books and documentaries about Marilyn – I’ve never seen them.

I’m aware there is controversy. Myth, even. And conspiracy too.

I’ve never bought into any of it. I guess you could say I’ve been a fence-sitter – committing to neither rumour nor truth.

But I’ve always felt for her, as I do for all artists thrust into a spotlight and given a directive to show the world what they want to see.

I still do feel for her. I feel her beauty, her pain, her frustration, her desire, her confusion, her talent, her essence… I feel her. And it’s a completely subconscious feeling – it’s never something I’ve given any thought to. It’s only now, upon reflection, as her soul is gently tapping on my shoulder, that I’m aware of these feelings I’ve always held for her.

Fame is a funny thing. And I don’t mean in the ‘ha-ha’ sense. It’s funny. Odd. Jarring. Perplexing. Fame seems to shine a light on the oddities of humankind – like how millions of people feel entitled to a single human. Entitled to their story. Entitled to their art. Entitled to their very existence. My god, we are strange creatures.

Fame can also be uplifting, enlightening, and inspiring, although I find this less talked about throughout the collective. It’s this side of fame – all the good it can do, the amplification of one’s gifts and genius, and the ripple effects this phenomena of fortune can elicit – that interests me the most.

Fame can be a wet blanket suffocating the soul of the creative, or it can be the most magical of healing balms – both for the creative, and for every soul kissed by their artistry.

And I think this is what Marilyn is eager for us to explore now, as a creative collective. (So it’s no wonder she’s tapped me on the shoulder, because this is something I am equally passionate about.)

Can we hold space for artists while they create and play and express in their fullest, truest of soul-truths? Can we support the shining artist movement?

Can we finally lay to rest the tortured artist narrative, and all that this entails? The suffocation of the art and the artist through a need to control and manipulate? The transference of agenda, and the propagation of puppets?

Artists deserve better.

Marilyn deserved better.

And to her credit, she doesn’t now feel like she’s holding a grudge. Her energy feels at peace. Wise. Accomplished.

Satiated, even.

As though that lifetime for her on earth deeply satisfied her soul.

Her energy doesn’t feel jaded or dispirited. She feels hopeful. Strong. Courageous, just as she was in life.

Before I begin Marilyn’s Scribe Session, I want to share a little something about what this experience with this goddess has taught me…

I’ve been channelling celebrities-in-spirit for a few years now (mostly in private). I started out channelling them through spoken word, back when I was none-the-wiser about my unique knack for helping fellow writers and artists through my healing work.

This year, in full awareness and acknowledgement of my gift and of my purpose on this earth, I’ve been scribing these celebrity channelling sessions. It wasn’t until Marilyn, that I realised these souls coming through (seemingly spontaneously and sporadically, from my perspective) are all gifted writers.

I didn’t realise Marilyn was a writer! I had zero clue she had a love of literature, or that she scribed poetry and verses and journalling notes of all kinds. I’ve only just learned of this side of Marilyn this week, and it was then that the penny dropped…

These celebrity souls coming through in my Scribe Sessions – they are just like us. They are the lovers of words, the poets, the lyricists, the wordsmiths, the linguistic artisans. Once again, the dots are joining and things are becoming clearer for me. My mission in this lifetime is crystal clear – help the writers to express from the soul, in full conviction, full power, full truth… and in turn, this exquisite art birthed from the souls of the creative collective heals the world.

Together, we heal the world with our words.

And we have helpers! (Of course we do!)

Our beloved writers-in-spirit are coming forward in droves to support us, guide us, heal us, help us on our mission. We all have writers on our Spirit Teams, and writers in our ancestry. We have friends, family, colleagues… a multitude of connections and kin in this lifetime walking alongside us who are also writers and word-lovers of all kinds.

But it must start with us.

With me. With you. With the writer who is ready to embrace and embody her divine artistry of words, who is willing to express in full, soul-led truth. With the writer who believes that we are born to shine bright, who is ready to be seen in her most authentic, organic, most original state of being without shrinking or crumbling under the expectations of others. With the writer who is willing to be the living, breathing example of love and kindness.

And on that note, I’ll hand the pen over to the indelible Marilyn Monroe…

My advice to anyone who experiences one of my Scribe Sessions is always… breathe, and feel your way through it intuitively. Treat it as you would any healing experience – give yourself the time and space to immerse yourself in the words and the energy naturally, without rushing and without distractions. Please always receive that which resonates, and leave the rest. You are in full autonomy and personal power, always.

I hope you enjoy this Writer-in-Spirit Scribe Session, channelling Marilyn Monroe…

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A bundle of nerves.

Excitement. Anticipation. Child-like, in many ways.

Feelings of what’s to come ignite and elate my very being.

For my very being is pure, true, dipped in chocolate and honey and all that is deliciously sweet.

My very being is bursting at the seams to create and play!

She is filled with electricity – touch her, and see.

Sparks flying from inception to end, and beyond.

Shooting stars across the night sky – make a wish!

Flames erupting. A force is rising that cannot be contained.

Sparks and stars become an illumination of creation.

Exploding and imploding all at once, no concept of up or down, in or out. But always – always – knowing right from wrong. Always knowing her truth. Always knowing.

To know is to be so very strong. Not necessarily unbreakable, and not particularly palatable for some.

The broken toy carries no shame.

A broken car is never sullen or forlorn.

The toy has experienced love.

The car sits and waits in faith.

Both are familiar with the ever-changing way of the world.

Of the complexities of humans, of our very existence.

I am not unbreakable, nor do I ever want to be.

I am not meant to be swaddled and coddled.

I choose what I choose.

I am who I am.

Grazed knees and stubbed toes live beneath the beauty that you see.

And they, too, are beautiful.

Glamour and glitz and all the shiny things

Exist right alongside soil beneath the nails of fingers foraging in earth.

I am all of it, and none of it.

Smoke and mirrors, bright lights, clear skies.

I am everything and nothing.

I am.

I am.

I just am.

How beautiful life is. How funny and fickle we are!

Choosing to see the light because I am The Light.

Choosing to know myself, above all else.

Understanding that there is no end to the depths of me.

Forever curious. Always true.

The mask was always only ever for you.

And now, from this view, I see your mask too.

Charades and masquerades, so glamourous on the outside.

While on the inside, the sparks and the stars and the illumination of creation all pop and fizz and whirr – waiting for the big reveal.

I can see mine so very clearly, now. And I can see yours, too.

May your stars shoot across the night sky unashamedly.

May the fireworks of your soul be set free, for the world to see.

May you feel my love for eternity.

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If you would like to receive your very own Scribe Session – poetic words straight from your own soul to heal and inspire you – reach out any time. This commission-style artistry of mine is changing the lives of writers, one divine word at a time.

And keep an eye out for more Writer-in-Spirit Scribe Sessions for the creative collective! (I’ve had the insanely talented, very controversial Salvador Dali nipping at my heels these past few weeks.) x