January 23, 2004
Busy day tuning up the spiritual motor
Today I had two ladies' groups back to back.
In ladies' group number one, Psyche and Eros were very prominent. Two of us are launching new relationships, both of which have guided qualities about them. Two of us, not the same two, have new pink underwear. (I bought six pair of new black panties this summer, it wasn't me.)
I, personally, had three interesting experiences there. The intention while working on me was to draw "self" further down into my body, moving it toward the coccyx. During my "turn", we were all heartily toning, and a little brass singing bowl sang just below my navel. Following the usual soul wrenching coughs, I had a bit of a vision. Not a very vivid one, mind you. I even hesitate to mention it. The vision was of being someplace white, like a pyramid or a temple, outdoors, under a very blue sky, (later it was suggested to me that it was the Aegean, Mesopotamia, Crete -- that kind of white stone construction with that kind of blue sky). I was wearing white robes and was being initiated, (don't know whether that's the right word), worked on, by women. They were doing something to me, I was lying down on a white stone platform. It was a nice something, a sacred something. Nothing sordid about this scene. All clarity and light. I think I had long flowing yellow hair.
Writing about these kinds of experiences is what makes me keep my blog anonymous. Our leader said it was a memory. Okay...if it was a memory, it happened a couple of thousand years ago --- no wonder it was vague.
I played percussion! Until I got self conscious, I was drumming a pretty mean heartbeat on the flat drum. I lost it when I thought I was drumming so badly that our usual percussionist, who was being worked on at the time, was distracted. That was a situation where I could not put my ego aside. As a child, I was shamed about my inability to "keep a beat", my "lack of rhythm". (I was so hypervigilant, I couldn't relax into the rhythms around me -- I still can't dance, don't ask me). I drummed well for about five minutes though. I also saw a face in the clouds during another members' work. I thought it was her mother, but it seems that it was a friend who had recently died. Maybe it was just a nice puffy white cloud, Dakota, honey.
In my second group of the day, the Abraham-Hicks Discussion and Implementation Association, we decided that hot flashes were a way of reattuning the body to accept more life force energy after attention is freed from child rearing. The girls' equivalent of the sweat lodge.
One of us could not attend because her boyfriend of seven years was moving into her house that very minute, a juicy manifestation. One of us is considering going to Brazil to study shamanistic healing in the rain forest, and the other is a bit dismayed that she still has two or three more years of intense motherhood, and can't go anywhere exotic. We reminded her that dead people are always communicating with her (truly, mostly as guides, but every once in awhile. she will lose someone in her field, and they will ask her to help with incomplete business on this earthly plane.) We told her that she's lucky that she can stay home to do her spiritual work, it's cheaper and more efficient.
I reported on my project ---to take a curious and optimistic stance toward those around me, and to hold faith that their paths will emerge with more and more clarity. This is easy to do with friends, more difficult with offspring, and totally challenging with self. So far so good. It actually seems to be working.
Today I missed some stunning photos of ice and waves in the blue, blue sea. You will have to imagine it, since I simply did not have time to harvest the shots. Let me see what I can find in my archives with a blue sky, white stone theme. This is the best I could do. The colors are right, the period wrong.