In This White House and in Going Sane Gabriel Orion Marie shares the most personal experiences of childhood abuse and its impact on the developing psyche of the child. In her third book she celebrates her liberation from the power of the past and the fulfillment of her intense struggle to reclaim her life.
A Spectacular Dawn depicts not a culmination but a new beginning. It is not an account of “happily ever after” or of triumph over evil. Rather, it is the voice of what is often a “cold and broken halleluiah”* – a triumph of Gabriel’s indomitable spirit in celebrating the emergence of her authentic, unblemished consciousness.
Throughout our relationship my own life has been greatly enriched by Gabriel’s commitment to heal deeply and by her trust in me as her witness. In what has unfolded as a sacred healing journey my primary task has been to remain fully present without intruding on her intensely personal healing work. As her discovery of her intrinsic spirit dawns I encounter the joy and grief of relinquishing my unique role and to trust the power of her own unfettered being.
In this trilogy Gabriel Orion Marie has opened her soul to her readers. In her Spectacular Dawn she shares the secret of living in a constant state of presence. I invite you to share my privilege in witnessing her courage as she explores the depth and core of her Being – an affirmation which is the wellspring of the human spirit.
This painting flew out of me. I did it in about ten minutes one night when I suddenly saw myself Considering my choices regarding healing and consciousness.
I saw myself looking over the process and considering the costs. I was very tired that night, yet I was feeling more and more sane and safe in my own mind and body, and I wanted to express this new feeling of the possibility of sanity in a painting.
I had to consider many things. I considered whether I had the strength and courage to see this process of healing through to some kind of completion. I knew that I would never be entirely finished with learning or healing, but I knew that I needed to carry on until I had come through most of the past and would be skilled and confident enough to continue on in life more on my own, without Dr. A. and without needing so much support from the outside.
I had to consider what it would mean to let go of my pain and my story whenever that time would come.
I had to consider the fact that the Dawn was rising and it was not what I had been expecting. I mean, it was beautiful but surprising in that I had to participate in it. It was not something that came to me passively, as if presented to me on a platter.
This painting revealed a New Me. The Me who was choosing consciousness was living in the Now. She was not perky or joyful, nor was she in anguish, and that in itself was a stunning revelation. It was one of the first rays of the Dawn that I perceived.