If we get what we think, and we think about other people, does our thinking about them create what we think about them too?
If it's a self-centered universe, and we are the creators of all, then yes, metaphysically, we are creating them and their experiences too.
But how does that fit with everyone having their own choices and making their own creations?
We FEEL what everyone thinks at us. And the more emotional charge their thoughts have, the more we feel it.
And we respond to their thoughts via our feelings about their thoughts, and we accept their thoughts or we repel their thoughts and in either case we are responding TO their thoughts.
Follow me?
1. Who are the people that occupy your thoughts?
2. What are the thoughts that fill your mind when you think of them?
3. Is it worry and concern, or is it happy and energizing?
4. Do you feed their limitation or their highest expectation?
5. Have they hypnotized YOU into feeding your energy into their limitation so that they have even more reason to stay where they are? Do you validate their limitations for themselves?
6. And how does feeding their limiting beliefs about themselves or their situation work for YOU?
7. Does it somehow make you feel better about yourself? Or does it make you feel needed, wanted?
Or does it justify you not moving too? It could be something else too, these are just a few that come to mind.
8. What might happen to THEM if YOU change your habitual thoughts about them?
9. I believe he is ... I see them as ... I know they will ...
and what do you FEEL coming at you from people?
Sunday, November 29, 2009
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Noticing
Shamanic sight is said to be between the worlds. We walk with one foot in each. As I've become a brain geek with the last few years of training and practice, I realize so much of what the ancients have been telling us is about brain chemistry. They framed it in metaphor, in fairy tale, in myth. They told it with animals, with elements, with poetic imagry. They told it that way so that our mind would be engaged.
We remember the stories that way. We remember the characters. It's like animating academics. Really good technique for longevity, but what happens, is in getting it bare bones simple they've eliminated people that understand the intricacies. Well yes and no.
Because one you begin the exploration for yourself, and it is always a personal journey, you get to the ah ha moments. The longer you explore, the more ah has that you string together.
We are the observers. We watch. We also participate, but at a higher level, in a different way. We choose. So becoming shamanic means becoming the observer of interaction, and watching the space between, which means the energetic interaction, not the drama.
The effects of the drama. How do you change the course of a river? First you watch it. You must understand the flow before you can begin to know where or how to shift it. And then you do it with tiny nudges, and more watching. I think there is a myth from the movies of the shaman being loud big and in your face with masks and rattles and smoke and invoking BIG changes. That's Hollywood. It's dramatic.
More are quiet. Sit at the back of the room. Track the energy. Make a small shift like changing their seat. Then watching the room shift. They watch the room, and they watch what no one else is seeing. To become 'shamanic' means to become someone who notices what others miss. It means becoming an observer. If you intersect at just the right moment, you can use very little 'effort'. It's not about brut force. It's about invitation.
We remember the stories that way. We remember the characters. It's like animating academics. Really good technique for longevity, but what happens, is in getting it bare bones simple they've eliminated people that understand the intricacies. Well yes and no.
Because one you begin the exploration for yourself, and it is always a personal journey, you get to the ah ha moments. The longer you explore, the more ah has that you string together.
We are the observers. We watch. We also participate, but at a higher level, in a different way. We choose. So becoming shamanic means becoming the observer of interaction, and watching the space between, which means the energetic interaction, not the drama.
The effects of the drama. How do you change the course of a river? First you watch it. You must understand the flow before you can begin to know where or how to shift it. And then you do it with tiny nudges, and more watching. I think there is a myth from the movies of the shaman being loud big and in your face with masks and rattles and smoke and invoking BIG changes. That's Hollywood. It's dramatic.
More are quiet. Sit at the back of the room. Track the energy. Make a small shift like changing their seat. Then watching the room shift. They watch the room, and they watch what no one else is seeing. To become 'shamanic' means to become someone who notices what others miss. It means becoming an observer. If you intersect at just the right moment, you can use very little 'effort'. It's not about brut force. It's about invitation.
Saturday, November 14, 2009
My birthday and what I wish for you
It's my birth day today.
When I was little I remember asking my mother if there was a party in heaven when we died because we were born back.
It made perfect sense to me that it happened that way. We die there when we are born here and there is a celebration of our emergence here on this plane. It is a celebration of the transition.
When we transition out, and go to the next place do THEY have a celebration of our emergence there?
My mother said I was a strange child. But it still makes perfect sense. When we are born here, do they mourn our passing from there or do they celebrate?
Why can't we imagine celebrations at both ends, on both sides of the veil?
When my Grandmother passed in England, I saw her, beautiful, radiant, floating and free.
I had decided on the spur of the moment that Friday to fly to CA to be with my mother. I said to my husband, " think I'll fly to CA for the weekend. I feel like I need to be with my mom." I bought the ticket and went.
My Grandmother was 96. A good age. She hadn't been well the last few years, but nothing really wrong either. My aunt in the UK called my mother that evening and said Nan didn't seem to be doing well. We spent the evening talking about her, laughing over memories of visits. I love my Nan deeply and she has been a huge part of my life even though we were at a distance. We would spend summers in the UK when I was a child.
In the morning my mother and I were having coffee in the kitchen. It was maybe 9:30am. I quite suddenly felt a huge fatigue wash over me and I said to my mother, "I'm going to lay down for a bit." NOT my usual thing to do.
I laid down and within moments saw my Grandmother floating before me, barefoot, hair loose, face radiant and upturned. Her arms were spread. She was wearing a while nightgown with lavender smocking and tiny lavender flowers. She looked beautiful and free. She didn't say anything to me but was in a rapture, face upturned as she floated up in a bath of radiant light.
The phone rang. I woke instantly. My mother came in and said "Nan has passed."
I said, "I know! I just saw her! She's beautiful!"
So, do we celebrate that release, that movement and change or do we mourn their passing from us?
And so my question still sits with me 49 years later. Why do we celebrate the arrival and mourn the passing? Why not celebrate the transition both ends and both ways.
I've heard it said it's so much harder to be born than it is to die. And from what I've witnessed, it's true. A friend passed quickly from one sharp pain. A sudden heart attack. His wife was sobbing and he showed up behind her, that very evening, hours after crossing, and was doing a little dance.
He said "If I'd known it was this easy, I would have done it a long time ago!"
I said "It's too soon to joke!" and he winked at me! Bold as anything. He was fine.
The moment of our crossing-I think it's already chosen. I think we should live every day full out, celebrate that we are here, in this moment, to live to learn to laugh, and when we meet that moment when we cross into the next story, we greet it like the train pulling into the station. "Here I go!" Celebrate everything. Always. Laugh out loud.
I want to go, arms wide open. I want to go in the right moment, I don't want to rush it mind you, I love being alive, and I want to feel free now, then and free to meet it with my eyes open and my heart open. What could be better than that?
My husband's grandmother, in a little village in Italy, took her bath one Sunday and called all the family and said "I'm dying today. Come and see me." She dressed in her best clothes, laid on the bed, paid court, said her good byes, and that evening crossed in her sleep. That's the way to meet it-knowing that train is coming! It's ok. Say your hellos every day, say your good byes every day.
The Tibetans turn their tea cup over as if it's their last. And in the morning when they are alive again, they say thanks for THIS DAY as if it is their only day to live.
What if we only had this day? Just this one. You woke up this morinng in this place, and there is only today. What would you do, who would you talk to, how would you spend your time? What's important? Today is all there is.
The very best thing we can do to help someone when they are transitioning, is to free them of the burdens held in the emotional body, today. Free ourselves. Lighten up. Church's call it absolution. Forgiveness. Telling the secrets. Lightening ourselves and them. Dialog. Listen. Speak. Clear. Shamanic hospice work is about just that. It is witnessing, and it is freeling them. We are all minister's to each other.
Our limbic brain is the gatekeeper of our emotional pain as well as our emotional brilliance. We can be brilliant when we free ourselves. And if we don't let it go, it does hang to our luminous selves like so much dense energy, weighing us down.
Lighten yourself now. Lighten your loved ones now, so can live as light, and not wait 'til death's door to find the light next.
Talk! Forgive! Understand. Say thank you. Observe what they are demonstrating and what you are demonstrating to others. Witness. And move on!
Life is a lived on an edge. I think of riding a bicycle. You can certainly ride along on a beautiful sunny road, head up and with a small basket in front of you. You can see that it is easy to balance, to look about you, to move forward.
And then imagine you are riding that bike with your arms and back saddled with huge piles of stuff. Imagine others handing you parcels that you strap on. Imagine it! You can still move forward but at greater and greater cost. Notice where your head is as you look at that picture of yourself riding that burdened bicycle. But still you go on, taking all that with you to some destination that's up ahead.
Now imagine riding uphill with all that...
Now imagine that the weather changes and it is pelting down rain...wind...a hurricane...
When do we let it go? Is it worth holding on to all that stuff? And yet we do. We continue to hold it, to carry it. It takes significant life force energy to move forward with all that. And yet we do.
I think it's because we don't believe we can put it down.
It's up to us. Changing our mind and putting it down is all there is.
Imagine it. Imagine that you, riding the bicycle starts to shake off the backpack and the saddlebags. The packages and containers falling off. Maybe she had a pile on her head too. Watch it fall off. And watch how she changes. Posture. Breathing. Eyes. Speed.
That basket in front, that small basket, put in it only what is important and necessary. What do you choose to put in that basket. Just notice.
God has given us a great vehicle to move through this life - our body. Walk on the earth with your two feet and give thanks. Yes, thank you. Eyes up. Head back. LAUGH outloud even if you have to pretend with HO HO HO HA HA HA HEE HEE HEE
Do it today and always! Today is my birthday and I want YOU to laugh!
When I was little I remember asking my mother if there was a party in heaven when we died because we were born back.
It made perfect sense to me that it happened that way. We die there when we are born here and there is a celebration of our emergence here on this plane. It is a celebration of the transition.
When we transition out, and go to the next place do THEY have a celebration of our emergence there?
My mother said I was a strange child. But it still makes perfect sense. When we are born here, do they mourn our passing from there or do they celebrate?
Why can't we imagine celebrations at both ends, on both sides of the veil?
When my Grandmother passed in England, I saw her, beautiful, radiant, floating and free.
I had decided on the spur of the moment that Friday to fly to CA to be with my mother. I said to my husband, " think I'll fly to CA for the weekend. I feel like I need to be with my mom." I bought the ticket and went.
My Grandmother was 96. A good age. She hadn't been well the last few years, but nothing really wrong either. My aunt in the UK called my mother that evening and said Nan didn't seem to be doing well. We spent the evening talking about her, laughing over memories of visits. I love my Nan deeply and she has been a huge part of my life even though we were at a distance. We would spend summers in the UK when I was a child.
In the morning my mother and I were having coffee in the kitchen. It was maybe 9:30am. I quite suddenly felt a huge fatigue wash over me and I said to my mother, "I'm going to lay down for a bit." NOT my usual thing to do.
I laid down and within moments saw my Grandmother floating before me, barefoot, hair loose, face radiant and upturned. Her arms were spread. She was wearing a while nightgown with lavender smocking and tiny lavender flowers. She looked beautiful and free. She didn't say anything to me but was in a rapture, face upturned as she floated up in a bath of radiant light.
The phone rang. I woke instantly. My mother came in and said "Nan has passed."
I said, "I know! I just saw her! She's beautiful!"
So, do we celebrate that release, that movement and change or do we mourn their passing from us?
And so my question still sits with me 49 years later. Why do we celebrate the arrival and mourn the passing? Why not celebrate the transition both ends and both ways.
I've heard it said it's so much harder to be born than it is to die. And from what I've witnessed, it's true. A friend passed quickly from one sharp pain. A sudden heart attack. His wife was sobbing and he showed up behind her, that very evening, hours after crossing, and was doing a little dance.
He said "If I'd known it was this easy, I would have done it a long time ago!"
I said "It's too soon to joke!" and he winked at me! Bold as anything. He was fine.
The moment of our crossing-I think it's already chosen. I think we should live every day full out, celebrate that we are here, in this moment, to live to learn to laugh, and when we meet that moment when we cross into the next story, we greet it like the train pulling into the station. "Here I go!" Celebrate everything. Always. Laugh out loud.
I want to go, arms wide open. I want to go in the right moment, I don't want to rush it mind you, I love being alive, and I want to feel free now, then and free to meet it with my eyes open and my heart open. What could be better than that?
My husband's grandmother, in a little village in Italy, took her bath one Sunday and called all the family and said "I'm dying today. Come and see me." She dressed in her best clothes, laid on the bed, paid court, said her good byes, and that evening crossed in her sleep. That's the way to meet it-knowing that train is coming! It's ok. Say your hellos every day, say your good byes every day.
The Tibetans turn their tea cup over as if it's their last. And in the morning when they are alive again, they say thanks for THIS DAY as if it is their only day to live.
What if we only had this day? Just this one. You woke up this morinng in this place, and there is only today. What would you do, who would you talk to, how would you spend your time? What's important? Today is all there is.
The very best thing we can do to help someone when they are transitioning, is to free them of the burdens held in the emotional body, today. Free ourselves. Lighten up. Church's call it absolution. Forgiveness. Telling the secrets. Lightening ourselves and them. Dialog. Listen. Speak. Clear. Shamanic hospice work is about just that. It is witnessing, and it is freeling them. We are all minister's to each other.
Our limbic brain is the gatekeeper of our emotional pain as well as our emotional brilliance. We can be brilliant when we free ourselves. And if we don't let it go, it does hang to our luminous selves like so much dense energy, weighing us down.
Lighten yourself now. Lighten your loved ones now, so can live as light, and not wait 'til death's door to find the light next.
Talk! Forgive! Understand. Say thank you. Observe what they are demonstrating and what you are demonstrating to others. Witness. And move on!
Life is a lived on an edge. I think of riding a bicycle. You can certainly ride along on a beautiful sunny road, head up and with a small basket in front of you. You can see that it is easy to balance, to look about you, to move forward.
And then imagine you are riding that bike with your arms and back saddled with huge piles of stuff. Imagine others handing you parcels that you strap on. Imagine it! You can still move forward but at greater and greater cost. Notice where your head is as you look at that picture of yourself riding that burdened bicycle. But still you go on, taking all that with you to some destination that's up ahead.
Now imagine riding uphill with all that...
Now imagine that the weather changes and it is pelting down rain...wind...a hurricane...
When do we let it go? Is it worth holding on to all that stuff? And yet we do. We continue to hold it, to carry it. It takes significant life force energy to move forward with all that. And yet we do.
I think it's because we don't believe we can put it down.
It's up to us. Changing our mind and putting it down is all there is.
Imagine it. Imagine that you, riding the bicycle starts to shake off the backpack and the saddlebags. The packages and containers falling off. Maybe she had a pile on her head too. Watch it fall off. And watch how she changes. Posture. Breathing. Eyes. Speed.
That basket in front, that small basket, put in it only what is important and necessary. What do you choose to put in that basket. Just notice.
God has given us a great vehicle to move through this life - our body. Walk on the earth with your two feet and give thanks. Yes, thank you. Eyes up. Head back. LAUGH outloud even if you have to pretend with HO HO HO HA HA HA HEE HEE HEE
Do it today and always! Today is my birthday and I want YOU to laugh!
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Sensory Experience
We were in the first night of Reiki class a few weeks ago. We went through a sensory exercise I start many of the classes with, to teach you that you are experiencing the world through you senses.
But today I realize, that as I invite you to imagine you are experiencing something else, and your senses begin to give you that data, even sensory data is subject to your MIND!
You experience, via your external senses, what your MIND tells you. NOT necessarily what is there.
Ah ha!
I've been teaching this for years and I suddenly realize it in a whole new way.
Your sensory experience is only dialed to what your MIND tells you.
So, the Ice Man can run up Mt Gilboa barefoot in jockey shorts and be fine because he tells his external senses that it's warm, he's fine.
Is it hypnosis?
WHAT ISN'T!!!
Do you see? Do you get it?
EVERY experience you have, every day, is only dialed to what you have DECIDED it is.
SO, is it a good day, a bad day, a tough day, a mild day. Is it fun, is it hard?
Literally the very sensory experience you have is based on your MIND'S decision about it BEFORE you've had it.
So a young woman came in that had a reaction to strawberries. Even looking at the berries would cause her skin to redden. Is that a valid sensory experience or is her MIND causing it? I used to think that it was her heightened sensitivity reacting to it from a distance, because even with her eyes closed, she would react. Hmmmmm
Now I wonder? New question! New possibilities! Remember-it is only true until it isn't true and a new question gives way to new explorations! A new hunt! A new game!
If I tell myself that I am hot, am I? If I change my mind, does my body temperature go down?
If I tell myself I am tired, am I? And if I change my mind, do I get energized?
If I tell myself I am happy, sad, scared, grateful, does my sensory experience change?
Try it-as an experiment. Just like in class. What happens?
Blows your mind about how to tell what is real doesn't it?
But today I realize, that as I invite you to imagine you are experiencing something else, and your senses begin to give you that data, even sensory data is subject to your MIND!
You experience, via your external senses, what your MIND tells you. NOT necessarily what is there.
Ah ha!
I've been teaching this for years and I suddenly realize it in a whole new way.
Your sensory experience is only dialed to what your MIND tells you.
So, the Ice Man can run up Mt Gilboa barefoot in jockey shorts and be fine because he tells his external senses that it's warm, he's fine.
Is it hypnosis?
WHAT ISN'T!!!
Do you see? Do you get it?
EVERY experience you have, every day, is only dialed to what you have DECIDED it is.
SO, is it a good day, a bad day, a tough day, a mild day. Is it fun, is it hard?
Literally the very sensory experience you have is based on your MIND'S decision about it BEFORE you've had it.
So a young woman came in that had a reaction to strawberries. Even looking at the berries would cause her skin to redden. Is that a valid sensory experience or is her MIND causing it? I used to think that it was her heightened sensitivity reacting to it from a distance, because even with her eyes closed, she would react. Hmmmmm
Now I wonder? New question! New possibilities! Remember-it is only true until it isn't true and a new question gives way to new explorations! A new hunt! A new game!
If I tell myself that I am hot, am I? If I change my mind, does my body temperature go down?
If I tell myself I am tired, am I? And if I change my mind, do I get energized?
If I tell myself I am happy, sad, scared, grateful, does my sensory experience change?
Try it-as an experiment. Just like in class. What happens?
Blows your mind about how to tell what is real doesn't it?
Monday, November 9, 2009
Hearing our Thoughts
So this morning, I looked at my bathroom floor and thought, "I didn't mop this floor very well. I'll have to do it again."
Then the toilet overflowed! In all the years we have been in this house, the toilet has never overflowed. It has plugged up, but never never overflowed.
So there I am, within moments...mopping the floor...really really well! We get what we think.
We really do!
Then the toilet overflowed! In all the years we have been in this house, the toilet has never overflowed. It has plugged up, but never never overflowed.
So there I am, within moments...mopping the floor...really really well! We get what we think.
We really do!
Shamanic Studies
The world is a friendly place. It supports us, talks to us, relates to us.
It really is our friend. Or it should be.
And if yours isn't, why isn't it?
Today. Right now. As you look out at the beautiful blue sky, the crisp air, the trees bare and waiting for snow to brush them-what is there to be afraid of?
As I ask that question-notice your thoughts!
Do they go to the future?
Or do they go to the past?
Did they jump time? Bring your mind back to now. To this moment. Again.
What is there to be afraid of?
Breathe in and out. Feel the air.
The elements themselves are in reciprocity with us.
The air. We can't live without it.
The water.
The earth.
The fire.
We need these energies. We are made up of them. We function because of them.
Are you afraid of the air? Of the water? Is it dirty? Is it toxic?
Or are your thoughts about the air and the water, toxic?
And your thoughts are only the rationalizing of your 'higher' mind, trying to make sense of the emotions that are churning around.
The emotions are reactions.
What are you reacting to?
Find the thought before the feeling. Own it. Pull it out, examine it from all sides. This is what has stirred the emotional body. Your own thought. Your mind.
Your mind is creating all the time.
Your mind can be changed.
And when you change your mind, you change your reactions and you change your feelings.
Change your feelings and you change your thoughts.
Change your thoughts and you change your experience.
You change your outer world by changing your inner one.
Every great thinker on this planet, across all cultures, has come to the same understanding...
pick up any metaphysical book. It's all there.
Pick up the Bible, one of the greatest esoterical writings of all time!
Jesus was a shaman. He walked the earth. He had a body. He told us a formula and we can follow him and do what he did. In fact, he encourages it. Do you think that shamanism is a religion? Bah!
Shamanism is an engagement. It is an invitation. It is a personal invitation to journey into yourself. Are you brave enough to find out what is going on inside you?
Get quiet. It's all there. You are waiting for yourself.
Wake up!
It really is our friend. Or it should be.
And if yours isn't, why isn't it?
Today. Right now. As you look out at the beautiful blue sky, the crisp air, the trees bare and waiting for snow to brush them-what is there to be afraid of?
As I ask that question-notice your thoughts!
Do they go to the future?
Or do they go to the past?
Did they jump time? Bring your mind back to now. To this moment. Again.
What is there to be afraid of?
Breathe in and out. Feel the air.
The elements themselves are in reciprocity with us.
The air. We can't live without it.
The water.
The earth.
The fire.
We need these energies. We are made up of them. We function because of them.
Are you afraid of the air? Of the water? Is it dirty? Is it toxic?
Or are your thoughts about the air and the water, toxic?
And your thoughts are only the rationalizing of your 'higher' mind, trying to make sense of the emotions that are churning around.
The emotions are reactions.
What are you reacting to?
Find the thought before the feeling. Own it. Pull it out, examine it from all sides. This is what has stirred the emotional body. Your own thought. Your mind.
Your mind is creating all the time.
Your mind can be changed.
And when you change your mind, you change your reactions and you change your feelings.
Change your feelings and you change your thoughts.
Change your thoughts and you change your experience.
You change your outer world by changing your inner one.
Every great thinker on this planet, across all cultures, has come to the same understanding...
pick up any metaphysical book. It's all there.
Pick up the Bible, one of the greatest esoterical writings of all time!
Jesus was a shaman. He walked the earth. He had a body. He told us a formula and we can follow him and do what he did. In fact, he encourages it. Do you think that shamanism is a religion? Bah!
Shamanism is an engagement. It is an invitation. It is a personal invitation to journey into yourself. Are you brave enough to find out what is going on inside you?
Get quiet. It's all there. You are waiting for yourself.
Wake up!
Sunday, November 8, 2009
Wayra - Wind
This is lovely-it is a spiritual embrace of the Native Peoples of the 4 corners, north and south america.
The heartbeat of humanity-
We as human beings living in peace. The peaceful path.
Thursday, November 5, 2009
First Night of Class
I usually love the first night of the introduction to shamanism class. I usually love the first night of any of the classes. We have just started Reiki as well. I ask them 'why this class?' I watch them while they answer.
Who is answering from the mental plane-staying in what they know, what they think they know, what they've already taken? The expert that wants the class to know it?
Who comes to the class like a new born, open and curious and willing to play?
Who is wounded and wanting an answer to some inexplicable feeling that is there that they can't describe and can't tell anyone about?
Who is really in the wrong room and probably won't come back?
I'm not often wrong. I've played all the parts myself at one time or another over the last 20 years. Twenty years! Whew. That's getting to be a considerable amount of time in the linear. In shamanic time-it's just a moment ago. It's now. I can step back to my first day of my first class. I can step back to the first time I sensed the energetic field of someone else and was surprised. I can step back instantly to the first time I fumblingly 'felt' a chakra and was sure I was doing it wrong.
I can remember so clearly the first time I sat with my stones and my cloth and thought, "What am I doing with these toys?" I was so adult, so critical. I remember watching some of the others as they played, and thinking "I wish I could do that!" But I didn't seem to be able to. It was a lost art to me. I wanted to. I looked around and wondered what they knew that I didn't?
And then remembering that even as a child, I didn't really know how to play. Play was something I put away when my world got very scary and very tumultuous. Our deep inside self says "it isn't safe to play", and it gets put away.
I was 35 and I didn't know how to play with my children. I watched their innocence and delight. I would sit on the floor with them with their toys and imitate them. The joy and wonder! And I would think "when did I lose that?" I was a very good adult. I had been a very good adult since I was about four. Maybe even younger. Maybe as young as a year and a half when I got out of the hospital. My mother says I was changed. I was. The child was gone. Put away. Not gone forever though, and this I can attest to.
I found my way back to my child. She was deep inside. And I even thought for awhile it might be better for her to stay there. But it isn't. It's always better for that lost inner child to come home to us.
So. There we are. The first night of class. And I am inviting them to play. Come and play with me, with yourself, with your own mind. Now. This moment. For two hours, suspend that critical adult. Leave her/him outside wit h your shoes, and come into my world. Come into your inner world. Come this way.
But this month for the first time, before I could even weave the spell, offer the invitation, there was immense challenge in one of the classes. What IS this? Why am I here? I smile.
You are here by choice. Some inner part of you prompted you to click and register.
But no. IF someone else has signed you up because THEY think you need it, it is not your choice. Then it is an intervention and there is opposition in you. Maybe you are able to stay open minded for 2 hours and find out why you are there, or maybe you are too angry. Anger is always about fear.
The challenge to let go of your defenses is always fearful.
But.
The very universe herself is challenging us right now, right here, this moment and the next one, to do exactly that.
And. Shamanism and Reiki are a challenge to find a new path. To find a way to let go of the shield of anger and opposition that you have held your entire life to 'keep you safe'. What if you let down your defenses, and you let yourself play? What then? Who will you be? And what if you don't recognize yourself?
Whatever you have read about Shamanism, about Reiki about any of the healing arts, my invitation to you is to play. Find the lost inner child and come back to yourself, the self you were born to be. This work is an invitation to find your way out of the illusion of dark as your safe place and back to your own light.
Don't follow me. Follow yourself. The way is through the heart. And the way is back to embracing all of who you are. If any of these classes didn't appeal to you, try again. Find another one, or a book, or simply get quiet and reach up and out. The energy is all around you and it will meet you and your answers are there.
Who is answering from the mental plane-staying in what they know, what they think they know, what they've already taken? The expert that wants the class to know it?
Who comes to the class like a new born, open and curious and willing to play?
Who is wounded and wanting an answer to some inexplicable feeling that is there that they can't describe and can't tell anyone about?
Who is really in the wrong room and probably won't come back?
I'm not often wrong. I've played all the parts myself at one time or another over the last 20 years. Twenty years! Whew. That's getting to be a considerable amount of time in the linear. In shamanic time-it's just a moment ago. It's now. I can step back to my first day of my first class. I can step back to the first time I sensed the energetic field of someone else and was surprised. I can step back instantly to the first time I fumblingly 'felt' a chakra and was sure I was doing it wrong.
I can remember so clearly the first time I sat with my stones and my cloth and thought, "What am I doing with these toys?" I was so adult, so critical. I remember watching some of the others as they played, and thinking "I wish I could do that!" But I didn't seem to be able to. It was a lost art to me. I wanted to. I looked around and wondered what they knew that I didn't?
And then remembering that even as a child, I didn't really know how to play. Play was something I put away when my world got very scary and very tumultuous. Our deep inside self says "it isn't safe to play", and it gets put away.
I was 35 and I didn't know how to play with my children. I watched their innocence and delight. I would sit on the floor with them with their toys and imitate them. The joy and wonder! And I would think "when did I lose that?" I was a very good adult. I had been a very good adult since I was about four. Maybe even younger. Maybe as young as a year and a half when I got out of the hospital. My mother says I was changed. I was. The child was gone. Put away. Not gone forever though, and this I can attest to.
I found my way back to my child. She was deep inside. And I even thought for awhile it might be better for her to stay there. But it isn't. It's always better for that lost inner child to come home to us.
So. There we are. The first night of class. And I am inviting them to play. Come and play with me, with yourself, with your own mind. Now. This moment. For two hours, suspend that critical adult. Leave her/him outside wit h your shoes, and come into my world. Come into your inner world. Come this way.
But this month for the first time, before I could even weave the spell, offer the invitation, there was immense challenge in one of the classes. What IS this? Why am I here? I smile.
You are here by choice. Some inner part of you prompted you to click and register.
But no. IF someone else has signed you up because THEY think you need it, it is not your choice. Then it is an intervention and there is opposition in you. Maybe you are able to stay open minded for 2 hours and find out why you are there, or maybe you are too angry. Anger is always about fear.
The challenge to let go of your defenses is always fearful.
But.
The very universe herself is challenging us right now, right here, this moment and the next one, to do exactly that.
And. Shamanism and Reiki are a challenge to find a new path. To find a way to let go of the shield of anger and opposition that you have held your entire life to 'keep you safe'. What if you let down your defenses, and you let yourself play? What then? Who will you be? And what if you don't recognize yourself?
Whatever you have read about Shamanism, about Reiki about any of the healing arts, my invitation to you is to play. Find the lost inner child and come back to yourself, the self you were born to be. This work is an invitation to find your way out of the illusion of dark as your safe place and back to your own light.
Don't follow me. Follow yourself. The way is through the heart. And the way is back to embracing all of who you are. If any of these classes didn't appeal to you, try again. Find another one, or a book, or simply get quiet and reach up and out. The energy is all around you and it will meet you and your answers are there.
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Against Medical Advice-James Patterson true story
This is the amazing story of strength that I read while on the way to Mexico. Riveting. I picked it up in the airport and had finished it before we touched down.
A story of true strength and speaks to the power of our MIND and what happens when we change it, and take back our power and our choice.
Here are some audio clips-follow the link.
http://www.jamespatterson.com/media/audio/againstMedicalAdvice_ch1.mp3
Monday, November 2, 2009
Shamanic Class has started at the U
We're out in Murray this time for Shamanism 1.
and what a fun group!
But with all the delays, what has occurred is numerologically interesting...
We were 10, but now have 11.
The class got postponed twice so it didn't start until 11-2
The room number is 111
Can't wait to see what is up!
Just noticing!
and what a fun group!
But with all the delays, what has occurred is numerologically interesting...
We were 10, but now have 11.
The class got postponed twice so it didn't start until 11-2
The room number is 111
Can't wait to see what is up!
Just noticing!
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