Archive for June, 2010

Muse of Summer Solstice

The Wheel of the Year makes its way around the southern bend of Summer Solstice into a standoff with Winter. At the Sun’s highest point, its light peaks here each year, now still a warm and building Yang energy that encourages our attention outward.

Easing out the door, we encounter our child-like sensuality. Taking in the smells and sounds of this new season, we celebrate the full opening of our physical forms. And as the doorway opens wider, the light bleeds even further through the crack. Singing, dancing, the heat finally bakes our bodies from the inside out, pulling on the creaks and the cold, the stagnancy deep in our bones.

Nature works effortlessly in our favor while we run and play. In this time of great and rapid growth we are driven by the element of Fire. To balance it, we call on the element of Water and other cool, Moon-like qualities to meet this most potent and natural form of masculine energy. Not yet edgy, the Sun God is now coupled with the purest feminine, Cancerian energies and the archetypal Goddesses.

Sulis leads the way, holding the polarities of Fire and Water in her making. Masculine and feminine, sun and moon, she is one with herself, a completely individuated female who expertly guides us further into the light. With her, we move beyond our known borders, searching until we reach equal darkness.

At Summer Solstice we look to the South where the fires of transformation burn; songs of life and its sweet melodies dance on the breeze. A chorus of frogs and birds, two and four-leggeds, everyone harmonizes, calling out in enthusiasm. The sounds of the rain falling, percussive-like in the background, entrance us like drumbeats to remind us that all is not lazy here and we continue to create shifts in our consciousness even while we play.

The fresh cleansing smells, combined with the pounding, snapping sounds of water falling on Earth beneath the Heavens, excavate the tunnel between our conscious and subconscious minds. At Solstice, we awaken to our mythical memories.

On this balance point, we stir our desires with courage to look into the ocean’s depths, the original mirror, seeing our own reflections. The sea is in the sky; it pours from the heavens. Summer expands time so we listen to sounds of the sea in the sky and the call of the Goddess who holds all things in equanimity.

Hail to the blue heron who carries us through the gateway; hail to the blue green sea reflected in the sky; hail to the Queen of emotion, the mistress of compassion for witnessing our dive. May they reveal our innermost feelings, our deepest emotions and bring them to the surface for expression and healing. Hail to the Sun whose Fiery light calls in the power of the Water at Summer Solstice.

Invocation of Sulis

Sulis with your eye wide open, help us see our individual flame, shining light on the entrance so clearly. Open the gate so we can dive with you into the healing spring waters, and the sea inside. Guide us; show us the way as we plumb and explore our depths on this journey toward the light, health and wholeness.

You carry both the flame and the spring of life, Sulis; we call on you to choreograph this Water dance of sensitivity, we call on you to give us strength as we walk through the Fire. Flowing, yet deliberate in our actions, we glide, our heads above water, moving over the rapids with grace and agility.

So multi-faceted and unbridled, our path seems incredibly perilous. Yet as water, we move effortlessly fast around the rocks, buoyant and spontaneous. At times we feel aimless in our search and we drift along waiting and wanting to fill something up. At times our Fire is so overwhelming, we find ourselves standing in dried-up riverbeds, breathing in the dust of our intensity and our destructive natures.

When we stay our course though, powerful in the stillness, the vessel appears and we are complete. Sun to Moon, Heaven to Earth, masculine to feminine, Yin to Yang, we are full and yet we are empty simultaneously.

Ease is our state of mind. As we move with you, our trust grows and our own eye expands. We can now see how you take us over the hidden boulders, through whirlpools that spin us around and frequently take our breath away; sometimes we are even at edge of death. As our own eye opens, we see that going with the flow takes us places we’ve never dreamed of before, out of our safe little streams into the rushing, pulsing rivers of the deep.

Journey Inward: Divine Flow and Rhythms of Life

Take a moment to relax, lying down on your back. Use props under your head and knees if you like. Breath naturally for several inhalations and exhalations, letting your bones be heavy, sinking into the floor; allow your eyes to drop to the back of your head. If you desire, breathe in through your nose and out through your mouth–even somewhat forcefully for a bit–to release stagnant energies. Then, breathe naturally and quietly through your nose.

As you breathe into your nose, feel the air moving from the nasal passages, down past your throat, down through your spine. Repeat this several times. As you breathe out, listen to the air passing through, brushing all sides of your throat like a wind; it’s a little like snoring. Breathe in and out through this place in the back of your throat; it’s like listening to the ocean in a huge conch shell.

Now imagine you are floating on a lake. Keep breathing, continuing to listen to the sea inside. Allow your breath to expand into the depth, the width and length of this lake; watch as your breath moves in all directions, like little waves lapping onto the shores.

Feel the mist on your skin, penetrating and entering your pores. Feel the water under your skin; see the clear crystal blue quality of its energy moving through you. This water flows through your veins and nerve pathways, through your subtle energy channels, your meridians and through your fascia. It occupies the space between the layers of your aura.

Your breath becomes the rivers, the tides and currents moving through all of your energy channels. Feel the water surrounding your bones and vital organs, moving into your cells, cleansing and purifying, flowing, open and receptive. You are the ocean.

Feel the water moving up your spine, pooling in each chakra along the way, expanding your intuition as it reaches your head, opening your eye.

Feel it cooling your brain as the water moves up from your kidneys, calming the Fire in your head.

Let this watery breath fountain out through your crown and into your aura. Feel it moving down into your arms and legs, it also fountains out your soles and palms. Feel this loving water element healing your emotional body. Feel your own vitality and life force quicken as you merge with the water on the planet.

Be still here as long as you like.

When you’re ready, bring your knees to your chest, roll over to the right and lie still for a bit longer. When you are ready, sit up. Sit still, breathe and feel the sea inside; when you are ready, stand up.

Water is always here, inside your body; its constant state of motility healing and purifying everywhere it goes.

The information here has been compiled from various personal experiences as well as teachings and information from Kathy Jones’ book “Priestess of Avalon, Priestess of the Goddess,” Mara Freeman’s book, “Kindling the Celtic Spirit,” and Frank MacEowen’s book, “The Celtic Way of Seeing.”

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Innerworld: Waterfalls through the Heart

The turbulence of her spiraling momentum pulled me in. We entered through my belly button. She was pointed and focused like a rocket, slender like a needle, and yet so very gentle, almost like a warm fluid. I was awkward, an octopus of ungainly, dangling, new limbs.

First we flew around the inner edges of my body, just underneath the skin–in between all the fingers and toes. It wasn’t even cramped in there. She guided me to see how resilient I am, how the boundaries of my body are present and in place, that I am safe no matter what, that I have no “real” reason to worry about becoming overwhelmed with foreign energies. It was a quick and poignant tour and I could tell she was a little exasperated this time, as we’d done this before, in multiples.

My memory doesn’t really fail me, it’s just that sometimes the vital pieces lack form and I become lost in the maelstrom of other thoughts.

She took me to a lone outcropping, like a moon rock in the middle of nowhere. Not a tree in sight, I sat looking down at the water below from a perch inside my Adam’s apple! Swallowing hard, I stared into the sky blue, crystal clear, high altitude, maybe otherworldly, lake; it was transparent. So still, I could see every detail of it’s reflected scenery, a perfect mirror image, an illusion indistinguishable from its source, much like a hall of mirrors only prettier. She said, “breathe. Just breathe love into that pool. You’ll know when to stop.”

So I did, and she was gone. I sat there for a while and breathed, feeling the wind on my skin, the sun on my breast, and I watched as the lake expanded outward with each exhalation. In no familiar time nor space, without a thought, and almost without movement, I was diving into that lake, swimming easily around the circumference, touching every inch of shoreline, my movements scrubbing the minuscule gap between water, sand and stone.

Soon this stillness was quietly carrying me away; the water moved underneath me, invisible in the sky and insignificant to the surrounding mountains. Even the wake I left behind was unseen on the surface as I was pulled by the currents. The cool tide ripped under my feet. Then, like a levy breaking in a storm, the water pushed through, blasting a hole in the southern edge of the lake. I rode the river’s rapids and fell over the top of a waterfall. “Whoooooohoooo!” It was a spontaneous, loud, enthusiastic and uncontrollable primordial sound bursting out of my throat.

I was equally filled with trust and pleasure as I let go of everything for that ride.

Washing under a bone draw bridge and then through a sort of transparent tunnel for a while–that’s what it appeared to be as I lay on my back gliding by–I cried, almost sobbed for joy along the way. Then I emerged in another pool just beyond the tunnel where the water was warmer, murky and sulfuric. I open my eyes into a strange yellowish-green hue, feeling slimmed as my eyeballs floated in its stew. The contrast here was so dramatic, I flinched and flailed, desperately trying to jump out. Too slippery though.

There was nothing to hold onto, no bank, no bottom. So I swam and then I floated. Swimming, treading water and then floating again. A whirlpool in dead center pulled me in, churning and agitating like an old washing machine, tired and angry for all the dirt it had lifted out and digested over the years.

This water vortex kept me under for a long, long time. My neck grew gills to stay alive as I did my best to ride and surrender to the destination and the stink of it all. I passed dark and bloodied blobs and other odd shapes with spongy textures, creepy enough to scare my arms into retraction and my gut into revulsion.

At some point I was under long enough to grow accustomed to the lack of clarity and the strange beings that dwelt in there. It was like being caught in an eddy or maybe more like being on a corny but scary amusement park ride; a cart spins, a head whips around in the darkness and suddenly a loud cackle, a spider web brushes over skin and the scrawny arm of a skeleton reaches out. It’s all expected, yet the body reacts in surprise, horror and for the thrill of it.

This experience was familiar in that way and in another way as well. My eyes began to see through the sludge as the water dragged me along on this neighborhood cruise while I visited my spine, adjacent tendons and organs. I was swimming in my own visceral sea! It was almost unrecognizable up close, quite an unusual vantage point. I was inside my body looking again at the inner surfaces of things, deeper this time. I even saw the station where the lumbar spine, the diaphragm and its central tendon, the umbilical attachment point, and the source of a lifetime of discomfort lived and breathed. In what I daily sense as an empty space or gaping hole in my back, was now a narrow band of light, almost like the sliver of the new moon, drawing my attention to an entrance if sorts, Could it be an exit?!

In a momentary flash of brilliance, I knew it was the door of life! I know this doorway and it is exactly that; both an entrance and an exit. Before I could explore it further, I was rushed off for a quick wave at my kidneys, my stomach, my liver and gallbladder. I reached to them all in recognition, even longing. These were all parts of me. And suddenly I popped up above water, onto the surface of the pool where I’d been dumped earlier by the waterfall.

Looking up I now saw the whole of it. Like in Hemo the magnificent, I had traveled from my throat through my heart and into my solar plexus on some biological and geological, yet etheric highway. The woman had been there all along, appeared to be with me again. She said, “You must go back.”

With those words and all they conveyed, I knew I would revisit this place, all the strange blobs I now knew were organs, and in those visits I would soon meet myself. And in those meetings, I knew I would learn how, why, and where, I stored all the pain that came through in my making. I would soon know from the texture of that sea inside me, especially around that central station, what I had created as I grew in the fearful catacombs of my soul’s chosen womb.

For similar posts on the Innerworld, go to the archives: March 5, April 5, April 12.

Spiritual Freedom

I’m beginning a new podcast series called Spiritual Freedom and have decided to ask myself the same question I’ve been asking others. “What does spiritual freedom mean to you and how does your work help others to embrace this?

In this moment in time, I see spiritual freedom as a place of grace and self acceptance. No matter what I create or discover inside, no matter what happens in the outer world, I am connected to my soul with enthusiasm and experience the world with love in my heart.

Until 1988 I’d never given this precept a second thought, maybe not even a first. In fact, I spent a lot of my growing up years living in total autonomy without even knowing it! Spirit drove me, embraced me, it penetrated everything I did, and doing was the essential me.

Mostly I was an active person, expressing spirit while skiing, sailing, practicing yoga, dancing, hiking, swimming, and as I matured, I found spirit in romantic partnership. I was filled with passion and spontaneity, enthusiasm for nature, for people and life in general. In the early days, up until I was in my early 30′s, it was all about playing and having fun. My body was healthy, strong and very vital. At the time, this was my interpretation of spiritual freedom, a sort of unconscious bliss.

Then, in 1987, I worked with a young woman who suggested I take a meditation class at Berkeley Psychic Institute (BPI for short). So I did. No questions asked, I just signed up and attended the class. It was the best decision I ever made! I learned to ground, run energy and heal my body-mind of a subtle, yet rising river of anxiety that had overflowed a few years before; one that I’d dammed up so I could continue having a blast.

Now my anxiety had an outlet and I watched as energy I never knew existed began to release from deep inside me. I was still having fun, it was just a different kind of fun. My enthusiasm was for the unknown, the psychic or soul parts of me that I’d suppressed and long forgotten. Suddenly, I was a totally different person with totally different friends, thoughts and even behaviors. I remembered that I was a spirit in the body and that was incredibly freeing. This sensation allowed me to expand way beyond my previously established boundaries, and simultaneously I was grounded more than ever before.

After the first year at BPI the learning curve became a bit steep. We learned how to go into the shadows, pulling out old patterns and programs for healing. Sometimes these patterns were sticky and I felt further than ever from the ease of spiritual freedom. Other times, there was no time and no space between my body and the great expanse of the universal web of spirit. Of course this place of limitless possibilities was my preference. Sitting on top of the mountain was very different than the challenging journey upward. At that moment in time, my interpretation of spiritual freedom was comfort in the body and a quiet mind.

Soon I decided to teach people about spiritual tools and precepts, becoming a minister at the same time. The bar of consciousness continued to be set higher and higher. Eventually, and this happens for everyone, even many times on the road to enlightenment, I hit a huge, resistant rock inside me that wouldn’t budge. I believed everything the world reflected to me. Like an obsessed dieter, I tried desperately to change the reflections by being nicer and nicer.

No longer free, I wasn’t autonomous in any way. I felt so blocked, so encumbered, I even gained weight. It took a whole lot more than a deep breath and grounding, or an aura healing, to sustain even the tiniest flame of desire in me. It was so very dark in here! My tools weren’t working anymore and emotions began to fly up and out of this entrenched place like bats exposed to daylight. All I could do then was ask for help.

“As we read, we allow the cosmic and earth energies to flow through our bodies, opening the doors through which we become more aware of our spirituality and increase the communication with the God of our hearts. Let us pray. May it be with the blessings of the creator, that whatever happens during this healing will benefit each of us in our spiritual growth, awareness and understanding. Amen.”

This is the prayer we recited to set the energy before practicing many of our healing sessions. I used it every day before I went to work, before I even stuck my toe out the door. It was the first time since resolving the old panic that I wanted to curl up and hide under the covers. Albeit short in duration, this wasn’t the last time this same pattern would come out of the dungeons, hairy and smelly, wearing the dirty and torn clothes of a life sentence prisoner. It looked a bit different each time, yet was linked to the same old ball and chain that dragged me down, time and time again.

If you’d asked me about spiritual freedom in those days, I may have given you the finger! That was my answer. I was tired of digging, tired of using the cliché about how everything is good, no matter what; saying those ridiculous affirmations about what doesn’t kill you just makes you stronger. I just wasn’t there yet. Flipping people off was as free as I could be back then and my subterranean anger had finally started to bubble and breathe. Little did I know this would be a constant companion for years to come.

As it was, I found a lot of freedom in the ability to express emotion as I experienced it in the moment, quite spontaneously. I thank one of my teachers for that permission. She told me “it may look ugly at first, but you absolutely have to practice being angry, you have to admit it, embrace it, love it and show it outwardly. When you can do this without worrying about the risks, that’s when you’ll be free.” And anger was my next experience of spiritual freedom.

So, fast forward into present time, after lots of anger, lots of self-hatred realized, lots of sadness and grief, many moments of feeling victimized and then taking responsibility for all those experiences, I sit here today asking myself what is next. How will I experience and interpret spiritual freedom around the next bend.

All I can say is this: I am willing to be lonely, I am willing to be alone, I am willing to go even deeper, spending my whole life as a ditch digger. I am willing to be all these things. I am also willing to open my heart, to find compassion, to be powerful, to let my light shine as the Goddess that I am, I am willing to transmit peace everywhere I go. I am willing to risk every relationship I have to find my way back home, to complete my soul. This is freedom.

“‘What if a man gain the whole world and lose his own soul?’ To a mystic with eyes turned inward toward infinity and cosmic consciousness, Jesus’ words have great meaning. There exists only one to one contact between the Cosmic and a living soul, which flames quietly, bringing a lifetime of contentment and a realization that nothing is worth exchanging for that attainment.” This is taken from Berkeley Psychic Institute’s Psychic Creed.

And how does this play outwardly? Currently my life’s work centers on my own growth as a human being in full spiritual embrace, and although I want to reach out sharing with everyone on my planet, if one other person feels compelled or motivated by this, my soul will be complete.

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Quickening the Rhythms of Change: Meeting or Matching

This is the first time I’ve published the sidebars from my newsletter. Here you will find short bits of information: poignant quotes, meditations and visualizations, green and chemical free-products, as well as tips on conservation and information on our environment.

Musings & Meditations:

“The world will be saved by the western woman.”
Dali Lama at the Vancouver Peace Summit, September 2009.

Awareness & Alchemy:

Meeting someone where they are requires differentiation, presence and acceptance. Creating Sacred Space will transform your compulsion to match the energy around you.

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Conservation Concerns:

Our planet is in a state of true emergency. I know you are as poignantly aware of this as I am. I typically like to give information and suggestions for actions related to conserving our natural resources. While I like thinking and offering along these lines, this kind of education is just not enough right now. As you all know, we’ve gone beyond the time line for starting Earth maintenance as well as the ability of our intellects. We no longer have the ease and benefit of supporting the slow pace of external organizations and activists. It no longer works to sit behind our computer screens, clicking on “act now,” to preserve the ocean.

Even though it makes us feel like contributors, we can no longer rely on this false sense of self-empowerment to make the necessary changes in our global home. None of us has effectively stopped the cascade of destruction here on planet Earth by donating small bits of money, watching the world from the comforts of our own home, nor even by speaking out. Although similar, this isn’t the 1960′s; we need to be something different.
In this vein we are in a state of reactivity. And while I will continue to advocate and support environmental organizations and shifts in our habits and behavior at home, there is only one thing that will get us past or through what has now become inevitable and very real.

Trust.

You are just as responsible for the state of our environment as the person who tosses an ashtray of cigarette butts in the parking lot, and at some level, equally responsible for the Gulf oil spill as the people in charge of rig maintenance who looked the other way.

We must stop thinking negative, hopeless thoughts. Instead we must accept what we’ve created–all of it–and trust–every one of us–that there is a power much greater than ourselves. As in our bodies, our planet has the inherent ability to heal itself. And while the component of surrender does apply here, I’m not suggesting apathy or non action either.

It takes a lot of focus power to sustain a higher state of being in the midst of all this chaos. We must do this now.

Please take time each day to be proactive, consciously raising your personal vibration, postulating that you will resonate with compassion, acceptance and trust all day. Even if you are not a formal energy healer, you have this power within you. Transmit it to our beautiful Earth. Forgive yourself and others for what has been done here, all these years. “If we honor, trust and believe in the elementals, they will take care of the rest,” a modified quote from “Summer with the Leprechauns” by Tanis Helliwell.

This is not a fairytale!

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Self Mastery: Meeting or Matching

Meeting: acknowledgment, acceptance, spiritual hello, individuation

Matching: becoming or absorbing surrounding energies, emotions, thoughts or state of a person nearby; enmeshment.

It takes no effort to match a lower vibration, whereas the road to fully meet someone is not well-traveled. In meeting others there is nothing to gain, no grounds from which to compare. It’s about full presence, acceptance and equality.

Somehow along the way we either resist and lose sight of this potentiality, or we buy into the warp of loneliness. We put on our blinders, follow the well-worn path home, like a barn-sour old horse, rarely reaching out to truly meet a person.

We’re trapped inside our own stories and overlays, generally distracted. We don’t know how to disengage appropriately, staying present, therefore we’re often trying to rescue someone or acting aloof and distant.

The alternatives are brand new territory. Whether we disengage from someone’s suffering, offering that hand-up out of the trench, or let them wallow right where they are, it’s risky business because it’s not necessarily how we were programmed to respond. Still, it’s only the beginning, yet these are much healthier choices for both parties. When will you decide?

When people around you are either sweeping the news of the Gulf oil spill under the carpet or are outraged and dramatically engaging in expanding the negativity of this event, do you match, or do you meet them?

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