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The Movie Inside.

A few posts ago I told the story of how I shifted some deep feelings that had been triggered in my yoga class (Goodbye Sweetheart: 21 Aug 2013), it was on this occasion a fairly quick process. This has not always been the case for me and even now I come up against resistance to letting go of my stuff, it isn’t the brick wall that it used to be but it can still be a challenge to move through. With the sorrow that I described that was in my heart, I did notice that there was a part of me that wanted to hold on to that feeling.

Akhundova Samra: A photographer who captures spiritual experiences with her art. http://samraakhundova.wix.com/samra-art-design

Akhundova Samra: A photographer who captures spiritual experiences with her art. http://samraakhundova.wix.com/samra-art-design

When dealing with unexpressed emotions from the past it is sometimes necessary to wallow a bit in that sea of grief or whatever it is that is coming up for you. Give the feeling its full expression and then let it go, that’s the theory but in practice it isn’t always quite so easy. I’ve known people who work on themselves constantly who become addicted to the process of bringing the feelings up but can never seem to actually release them. It’s as if these feelings and the story that they are attached to is so much a part of who they are, on some level they fear that by letting go they will lose their identity.

So the actual letting go part, how do you do it? As a kinesthetic person I feel it in my body, bring my awareness to wherever it is in my body, usually in the belly or the heart. Then I might breathe or tone into that part of my body, or I might use a visualisation as I did with the sorrow, seeing it as a mist and putting it into a sparkling bottle. Your imagination is an important tool in any kind of inner work, a key ingredient for creating change, Einstein said:

“Your imagination is a preview of life’s coming attractions.”

Albert Einstein.

Albert Einstein.

You do need to be committed (not to an asylum!) and to be prepared to give yourself focused time to drop into the parts of you that lie beneath the surface. I found it easier to create the time for that kind of thing after giving up television which I pretty much stopped watching twelve years ago. Try shifting your perception of what it is to spend time dropping within, don’t see it as work, it can be lots of fun even as it challenges and confronts. And the clarity and energy and joy that emerges the more that you heal that which is incomplete, the ecstasy of feeling whole and connected to all things, it’s better than any tv show I ever saw.

Goodbye Sweetheart.

My yoga class today took me very, very deeply into myself, and by the time I reached savasana at the end I was experiencing a huge shift of energy that was focused on my heart. It felt like sorrow, such sadness and I am not quite sure where I went, I know it took me a long time to come back into myself. I went into town and did the things that I had to do, but only part of me was present, somehow I managed to choose a birthday card for a friend, actually in that space it probably made the choosing easier, I just let my intuition have complete control!

sorrow

When I finally got the chance to sit with the feelings in my own space the grief in my heart was so intense it was as if my heart was wailing in its sorrow. I used the heartfire gateway meditation (My Fiery Heart: 15 Aug 2013) and I saw the sadness as a grey mist swirling around, there was a blue bottle and I began to encourage the mist to enter into the bottle which was sparkling on the outside. The mist seemed endless but eventually it was all in the bottle which I took into the centre of my being. The mist inside began to sparkle and give off a golden light and then it burst out of the bottle and my heart felt open and expanded and free!

I followed that up with the Daily Activation of Light and the energy has completely shifted, there is a bit of uncertainty in my heart but it is excitement with perhaps just a dash of doubt. That was a very quick process! Oh and I forgot to mention, I toned as the sparkling mist shot out of the bottle, the sound really helped in the transformation from sorrow to joy. In fact it was rather like a champagne bottle being opened which I always associate with celebration.

champagneopening

And now as I sit here the knowing of what the grief is about is coming to me, echoes of loss down the eons and through time and space, a soul mate lost, back then and then here again in this life. Some things are simply not meant to be, and it is time to let go of the sadness over this, for every time I make the space, a new joy comes rushing in.

soulmates

So be it, so be it, so be it…………………….

Let The Grief Go.

Even before I began my conscious shamanic journey, I was beginning to develop that larger part of self, through tarot readings, automatic writing, and an instinctive urge to express long suppressed feelings. I had no idea what I was doing, but I followed my intuition and flowed into the places that it took me to. I wrote poetry to express what I was feeling, and that really came in handy when Ayrton Senna was killed in front of my eyes on a race track in Italy in 1994.

Ayrton Senna.

Ayrton Senna.

I had been obsessed with him, and I was totally grief stricken for weeks afterwards, I cried and cried and wrote many poems to express the intensity of my feelings. At the time I was focused on the loss of this man who had been a kind of role model for me, I was certainly attracted to him but it was his passionate determination to be himself no matter what anyone else thought, and his integrity that truly inspired me. I know now that while I was genuinely grieving for Ayrton, along with thousands of people around the globe, I was also releasing grief for my father.

Malidoma Patrice Some.

Malidoma Patrice Some.

This concept is well understood in the village that Malidoma Some comes from, he describes a ritual where the immediate family has carers to keep them from harm, so that they can completely let go in their grief. The entire community participates, and there is an understanding that this is an opportunity to release any feelings that people may be holding on to from the past. What a refreshing view of the healing power of strong emotions expressed in the moment, how much would our constipated, uptight, overly structured and regulated society benefit from such practices!

malidomasomebook

Malidoma Some is an African shaman who brings the knowledge of his people to the Western culture, he is a bridge between the worlds, read his book “Of Water And The Spirit”, you won’t be able to put it down.

And even if you are not into car racing you will love this documentary about Ayrton Senna, my mum loved it and she hates sport!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KFzx2PnBhYc

Let The Feelings Flow.

As the cold deepens, the energy of the dark womb draws us within, Demeter is mourning for her daughter and her grief is cold as ice, as cold as the underworld where Persephone has gone. The emptiness contains all that we have pushed aside in busier and brighter times, when distractions are easy to come by, and the shadow merely an interesting shape created by the sun’s rays. But now the trees are bare, and though the sun still shines from deep blue skies,  the pull comes from within, our shadow clamouring for our attention.

Surrender to that call, let go into the stillness that you will find as you descend into your own private version of the underworld. What is it that you cannot own or accept as a part of who you be, what aspects of self have you demonised or judged as being unworthy. That which remains unacknowledged can never be transformed or set free, so let yourself be………….all of who you are, this is the key.

We all of us have parts of ourselves that we don’t like very much, if you try to ignore this truth, if you push it down into the deepest part of your being, it will become even more powerful. It will control you from a place that you may not easily be able to access, the longer this goes on the more layers will gather and the harder it becomes to identify and therefore release. Here is a piece I wrote about how I did this very thing with the guilt I felt over my father’s death when I was 15:

My guilt was a mountain the size of Everest and I buried it as deeply as that mountain is tall.

The guilt festered away in the dungeon of my soul and within a brief few years it had eaten away it all, my self-esteem, my sense of worth, my love of self was gone.

It was in the midst of terrible storms on Australia Day that I realised that I had at last rebuilt my self-esteem, 33 years after burying that which I could not face or acknowledge to myself. To read more about that check out my post “Rebirth” on January 30 2013.

Rebirth

This one act of mine shaped my entire life, I cannot regret it for it has brought me to where I am, but I offer my experience as a lesson hard learned. No matter how painful it may be, allow your  feelings to move through you, express them in the moment and let them go, just keep doing that until you are clear, as long as it takes…………..

Shanti, shanti, shanti…………peace, peace, peace…………

Brave The Storm!

I keep thinking of that Split Enz song, ‘Six Months in a Leaky Boat’, I’ve recently had ten days that felt like being in a storm on a boat in the middle of the ocean, there were calm spells but the storm kept coming back, and I felt incredibly battered and bruised by the end of it. The sea of course is representing my emotional state of being, the trigger was very much outside of me and created a swirling vortex of mixed emotions. And finally I began to allow myself to feel anger, I know I always say, “Don’t blame the trigger”, but there’s nothing wrong with righteous anger in response to inappropriate behaviour, as long as you don’t go out and kill someone, however much you would like to!

stormatsea

The trick here is to keep focusing on what is happening for you, express your truth to another if that’s what’s needed, but have no expectation on how it will be received. The most important thing is to speak it, if the person you are communicating with chooses to disregard possible insights that may be there for them, then that’s their business, and really, do you actually want to be in charge of sorting out someone else’s crap? I didn’t think so, well neither do I, so I’m doing my best to let go of the need to be right, and to be at peace with the clarity that is now crystal clear around me, as clear as the night sky in my haven in the bush.

There is a sense of freedom and liberation that is becoming more and more expanded in my being, the grief grows less and less, and I can open into the inner space that has suddenly become available. It’s happening very fast so I guess I was ready to go there, with all the shedding I’ve been doing the inner realms would have to be becoming more streamlined!

Moral of the story, never give up no matter how long and bloody the road, follow your intuition and don’t be afraid to ask for help when you need it. And always be true to yourself, even when it scares the bejesus out of you!

Here is Split Enz singing ‘Six Months in a Leaky Boat’, even more apt then I remembered, when you strike out to explore new territory it can get pretty uncomfortable, but go for it anyway!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FeKdUeb1InI

The Raging Phoenix.

Red hot I release my anger, coming fast upon the tears that open the gateways to even deeper parts of self, letting go of restraint with no one to hear or to judge, I call upon Kali in her destructive face to cut away that which is not in integrity. When all the lies are stripped away she turns her creative face upon me, and together we shall shape a new kind of world, one in which that which is not true to itself can not hold its form.

Oh what judgement lies here, ’tis not to be seen in the wider world, simply released and thereby to become free. When emotions come up that are not considered to be ok, anger, jealousy, resentment, so often we push them back down again because they are not ‘socially acceptable’. Even when we are in our own space with no one to see, our private audience of critics watch carefully to make sure that we do not cross the line of what is permissible.

Oh Goddess, let me be in my fullness as a wild woman, let me be true to myself and my emotional realms no matter where they may take me. Help me to let go of all that has been held in readiness, for that moment of courage, when the speaking of truth became more urgent than the fears that held it back from that place of strength and power. I am a whole being full of light, I do not depend upon another to radiate that light into the world.

The purifying force of anger and rage, the cleansing waters of deepest grief, wash away my fears, bring illumination to my mind, my body and my soul. Let me be reborn from the ashes, like the phoenix glowing in a golden haze, like the soul on its journey through the eons.

Phoenix_Rising

Blessed be, blessed be…………….may the show go on, and remember always that it is, in the end, just another story……….feel free to do a rewrite at any time!

Phoenix Rising.

A tender spiral invites me to swirl down and down into my soft sweet centre, there are no thoughts there, simply a warm acceptance of my beingness. I flow with the current, as the moon tugs at my innermost parts and asks me to sink into those depths, to let go of surface attachment and to be………… I pause in the midst of madness, and my blood chooses that moment of divine timing to release, carrying sadness, grief and anger, a river of loss and abandonment returning to the source from which it came………….. and being transformed.

Quantum Fractal Energy Mandala: On Facebook.

Quantum Fractal Energy Mandala: On Facebook.

Nothing is ever truly lost, not love nor beauty, for where could it go? In deepest grief this knowing may take a very long time to be truly accepted and integrated. Though we may distract ourselves and pretend that our world is complete, there is always this yawning abyss waiting to engulf us, we fear that it will take us and we may never find our way home again. And yet home is where we’ve always been!

To gradually peel away the layers of self, the false images we created for protection, that became an armour that seemed unbreakable. With each release another distraction loses its charm, and we can begin to become more present with what is actually before us, the truth of the beauty of what our present moment contains. Surely this is worth the trials of sitting with discomfort, with pain and a sense of emptiness that sometimes seems unbearable, for the light at the end of the tunnel may seem far away, but that it is there is certain.

My long dark night of the soul is far behind me, but I would go there again in a moment if that was what the journey required, the blessings that have come to me in its wake are too many to be counted. From the ashes of my pain I am reborn, and the world is a beautiful place………………

The Prayer of Light

Love before me Love behind me Love at my left Love at my right Love above me Love below me Love unto me Love in my surroundings Love to all Love to the Universe

Peace before me Peace behind me Peace at my left Peace at my right Peace above me Peace below me Peace unto me Peace in my surroundings Peace to all Peace to the Universe

Light before me Light behind me Light at my left Light at my right Light above me Light below me Light unto me Light in my surroundings Light to all Light to the Universe

From Bliss To Butterflies.

Last week was huge for me, I had three shifts which I would classify as small, large and earth shattering! There was grief in the letting go, fear of loss, and a deep sense of being utterly unworthy to allow myself to fully experience pleasure without condition. The end result was that I was in a state of utter bliss even though I had only had 8 hours sleep in two days. Once again my life force energy is flowing ever more freely and I embrace the joy of being with all my heart.

So I was thinking a week of integration would probably be a good idea, I slept in yesterday, got up and did my oil pulling, an hour of yoga, and then had my green smoothie.  Just when I think I know what the plan is it all changes, all of a sudden a house sit that didn’t happen is on again at short notice for an indeterminate time. It’s good news really, but then I find myself sitting and writing and the sense of stuff moving in my belly is back, it’s like what some people call butterflies but there isn’t anything to be nervous about.

I love my life, but I do have moments when I wonder about this constant processing, why can’t I have longer periods of clarity before things start getting triggered again! The answer is simple but I don’t have to like it, I just happen to have a lot of trauma, in layer upon layer, and I have an obsessive need to keep clearing it away. Can I really heal everything in this lifetime? There are some who would say that’s a crazy ambition, but even though I might have some complaints about the details at times, I keep moving into deeper states of ecstasy, and I am happy most of the time even when I have uncomfortable stuff moving through.

So I guess I will just have to integrate and process simultaneously, after all I do describe myself as a shamanic practitioner and shamans are the ultimate interdimensional multi-taskers!

Shamans transmit to their people in sign, song, and dance the nature of the cosmic geography that has been revealed to them in the process of initiation trances and soul journeys. Map-makers and myth-dancers, shamans live internally in a multi-dimensional realm continuous with so-called ordinary reality.

Joan Halifax (Shaman: The Wounded Healer, New York, Crossroad, 1982. P 66.)

shaman

Where Did I Go?

I had a really great experience of the true meaning of yoga in my class today, probably the most powerful shift of consciousness I’ve encountered in such a setting. My inner gaze was even more focused than usual and that’s saying something, being on the first day of my moon cycle probably lent more power too. I did a women’s sweatlodge once when a lot of the women were close to their moon time and we were on fire it was so hot in there!

Pigeon Pose.

Pigeon Pose.

I lost all sense of time and the two hours of the class seemed to disappear into the moment of NOW, and NOW……….and NOW.  Towards the end we spent a long time in pigeon pose which opens up the hips, I was really riding the edge of my capacity and it kept me in full presence for every moment as I opened……..and opened. I lay in savasana where you lie on your back with your whole body relaxed and let go, and as I did that I felt a wave of grief and loss move through me. The waves kept coming as I continued to release and release, it was a beautiful space to be in, in that moment I was not holding on to anything, such freedom!

Savasana.

Savasana.

So I thought that was it, that was the shift, but stuff was continuing to move underneath, and I started to feel a bit strange talking to my teacher at the end of the class. I became a bit scattered and felt awkward and as I left I began to realise that the shift was actually still occurring. In the rainforest with my bare feet walking the earth I finally worked it out. Along with the grief and loss there was a layer of deep mistrust of the masculine moving through me, and that feeling was reacting to my male teacher as it moved on through.

You may have already guessed that this has something to do with my father, I will talk more about him at another time but let me say that losing your dad at a young age is always going to be tough for a daughter. Losing him to suicide makes it even more intense and it has been a life long journey for me to work through all the feelings around it, it was 33 years ago and still there are deep feelings coming up for release.

You don’t really get over events like that, you adjust to a different world, and in time you may even be able to see the blessings that came with the trauma, I know that I do……….thanks Dad………I will always love you.

Only Women Bleed.

I talked a post or two ago about different cycles of life, the moon cycle being a particularly important one for women. There was a time when I thought my period was a bit of a pain, as a feminist I refused to apologise for the fact that I bled, no hiding my tampon on my way to the loo in a restaurant! But I had no idea of the true power I could be connecting with at that time.

It was somewhere around the middle of the naughties that I began to understand that I was missing something really important, that my moon time could be much more than an inconvenience. As I began to shift my thinking I noticed a change in my bleeding, what had become a lighter flow became richer and a bit heavier. I honoured that time of the month as best I could, it isn’t always easy to follow the natural inclination to go within in this busy world, but you do what you can.

The more that I tune into my body and its processes the more I am able to allow energies to flow through me, and as a woman I feel deep gratitude for the opportunity each month to let go with the flow of my menstrual blood. I have been fortunate that it has rarely been a painful experience, I remember a time in 2007 when I had a couple of very painful periods, and when I tuned into my body I understood that I was releasing some particularly difficult stuff. I was studying counselling at the time and had a lot of challenging material coming up in relation to grief and loss and my father’s suicide.

As I become more sensitive to my beingness, I tend to notice an increase in sensitivity leading up to my moon flow. I’m not talking about over sensitivity, it is more like a heightening of the senses, I get very horny and I most definitely don’t have a problem with that aspect! As I write this, I am feeling that heightening of the senses combined with the fullness that has come with my shift into a healthy sense of self, and it is wondrous to behold, wondrous to be!

Thank you moon, thank you mother, looking forward to connecting with the earth tomorrow after a couple of hours spent gazing inwards in my fabulous yoga class. I love life and life loves me, blissings, blissings and love to all………………

This YouTube clip from Alice Cooper back in the seventies really epitomises the old paradigms for men and women, and yet I have always loved this song, there is a real tenderness and empathy for women, and the way that the feminine has been suppressed in this man’s world. It does no favours for any of us, no matter our sex, have a listen to “Only Women Bleed”.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DleEdiiI1jw