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June 04, 2004

The Emotional Body

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Since Monday was a holiday, I have not seen my shaman since QiGong class. Today I told her about being triggered, and then she shared her wisdom with me.

She found that "my inner child" (who has been in the process of reentering my body, as I cough up old gunk, "dedensify") left the premises in humiliation and fear. Then my crown chakra, which is ALWAYS open, slammed shut. No wonder the fascial burning is back in spades.

She said that neither running energy, Inderol or clairgustiance would help in this case. Instead, I have to be reassuring to my "inner child", so that she will reenter my body, since she has been plastered on the ceiling ever since my experience in QiGong class.

Aside: In my opinion the "inner child" is a useful metaphor because it evokes compassion for unintegrated parts of the self, that one would rather not have. Visualizing these parts as small and frightened [as they were when they first appeared] helps, because, in the internal experience, they usually feel lean, mean and overwhelming. More like gremlins or ogres.

My shaman has said in the past that connection with my emotional body is not one of my strengths (to say the least). Guess where I was injured in this class? Not in the physical body, but in the emotional body. Daaa.

She made me promise to withdraw from QiGong, because I am not ready for such fancy footwork and it is traumatizing to me. She never makes me promise anything like this, in fact she's usually encouraging me to jump overboard, and damn the consequences. I think I'd better listen.

As I was actually reading a clickie about the Emotional Body, Sri Auribindo's name popped up. Sri Auribindo is one of Elmer Green's teachers. I think that Elmer Green must have been raised as a theosophist of sorts, but he never really says that outright in "The Ozawkie Book of the Dead", the story of his life, as well as his wife's Alzheimer's. Those theosophists keep popping up.

Photo note: No wonder I have been feeling blue and prickley.

Posted by Dakota at June 4, 2004 06:26 AM