I'm just amazed by something that really make no sense to me. Be pre-warned that this may come off as a bit of a rant, because part of the reason it is being touched off right now is due to happenings not only in the bigger world but at my day job as well -- things that directly affect my day to day life.
The thing is this -- Why are we so afraid of the wild? Not just 'out there' but inside as well? Why do we insist on trying to control things, making more and more rules and regulations, resulting in smaller and smaller boxes to try to live in?
You know there's that whole definition of insanity that is trying the same thing over and over again and expecting different results. From my vantage point it seems that is what we continue to do, making more and more regulations, more and more restrictions, and expect things to get better despite the fact that it is in large part these deeper restrictions that are causing the very things we are trying to remedy to worsen. The smaller and smaller the boxes, the harder and harder it is to keep things inside the box. Haven't we tried this approach for long enough to realize it doesn't work?
All I'm saying is that I look forward to the day when we expand rather than contract when faced by challenges; The day that we trust the innate wildness of our natures and the wildness of our reality. The same wildness and innocence resides in our hearts that lives in the wilderness of the forests and mountains. I have never heard anyone look at woodland landscape, totally wild, random, and untended by human hands, and exclaim, "How ugly!"
The same breath-taking beauty of the wilderness exists in each one of us. It is that feminine, intuitive principle that more and more people are starting to wake up and listen to; That wild and unpredictable still, small voice with in. "Be still and know I am God." It is this that will balance and harmonize all that currently challenges us -- each person listening to their own still, small voice -- because it is that voice that connects us all. It is that intuition that comes from the place where we are all one so that, rather than it being a cacophany of noises as everyone marches to the sound their own drum, as we each turn to that inner voice, we begin to play our individual melody which weaves together in beautiful strains and harmonies of the orchestra, because we are directed by the same source.
It will be wild ideas -- "out of the box" ideas -- that will 'save' us.
Wild huh? Just a thought.
Monday, July 16, 2012
Thursday, July 12, 2012
In Hind Sight
So, I love when little pieces of a puzzle suddenly come together in that glorious 'AHA!' moment, especially when they have to do with my personal mythology, when some little detail I hadn't noticed before creates a parcel of brand new bridges, connecting things that hadn't been before, or forging a stronger connection and deeper significance to a connection that already existed. It truly is the little things in life that bring me such joy! Okay. Let me explain...
The other night I watched the movie Immortals which is about the Greek hero Theseus, the one who killed the Minotaur. Part of the story line revolves around the 'Epirus Bow' which is this magical bow that, as one begins to draw back the bowstring, an arrow of light flickers into existence on the bow. How awesome would that be?! Anyway, being not only an archery geek but a cartoonist as well, I've been working on a series of comic stories where my characters act out various myths and tales, from a cavalcade of cultures, that involve archery. If the Epirus Bow were really an authentic part of Greek Mythology I wanted to know as a possible addition to my comics.
As it turns out, it was total fiction and doesn't exist outside the movie. However, the closest thing in Greek Mythology was Hercules' Bow, which was used to end the Trojan War. Hmmm! That sounded promising, and, as a bit of synchronicity, I had just started re-watching the Hercules television series, starring Kevin Sorbo, again from the beginning. So I clicked on the link for Hercules' Bow, but never quite got that far because something else captured my attention.
As I scanned the page for his bow, my gaze fell upon descriptions of the twelve labors of Hercules (or Heracles as the Greeks called him). After his first two labors (impossible feats he was given to atone for killing his children in a fit of madness induced by Hera) where he proved he could kill the most unbeatable foes (the Nemean Lion and the nine-headed Lernaean Hydra) Herc was given the task of capturing alive the Golden Hind, who could run faster than an arrow.
The thing about the Golden Hind, and the reason this distracted me from my original 'labor', is that she was a sacred animal of Artemis, my Matron Goddess. I had almost forgotten about the Hind (D'oh! A deer! A female deer!) so I was eager to read about this myth.
They had done a version of the story on the aforementioned show, and it's one of my favorite episodes, not only because of the romance and love that blooms between Hercules and the hind (who in the show could transform into a human woman) but because it is also how Hercules actor, Kevin Sorbo, met his soon to be wife, who played the hind in the show. Doesn't get much more romantic than that! :)
Bearing almost no resemblance to the modern version, the original myth, in a nutshell, has Hercules capturing the hind, then on the way back to prove his labor fulfilled, he encounters Artemis. He begs her forgiveness, explaining his penance, and promising he will return the deer. Under those conditions She lets him return to King Eurystheus, who was the one setting these tasks for Hercules. When the deer is brought before the king, however, Hercules was informed that the hind would become part of His Majesty's menagerie. Hercules told the king he had to come get her himself. As Eurystheus approached, Herc released the hind who in a fleet-footed flash returned to her divine Mistress. Hercules left telling the king he just hadn't been quick enough.
I liked the tale itself, but as I read some background to the myth it got really good. As it turns out, one of the significant oddities of the Golden Hind is her golden antlers. This is where I do the whole 'forehead-slap-thing' and cry, "Duh!" There is only one kind of deer in the whole world whose doe population has antlers -- REINDEER! The Golden Hind of Artemis was probably a reindeer!
My beloved Artemis, with a magic bow of her own, not unlike the one that began this hunt, that hangs in the night sky every month, was "all of a sudden" tied to my number one power animal and helping spirit, Nathaniel -- my beloved fuzz-nose of a reindeer.
Suddenly new threads existed between elements of my personal mythology that had previously been unconnected. And with the new threads came an elation that was probably the emotional counterpart of the new lightning-bridge neural pathways arcing through my brain.
I love this stuff!! I thrive on bridging seemingly unrelated things and finding connections in everything. Now to see if I can just bring Artemis within six degrees of Kevin Bacon...
The other night I watched the movie Immortals which is about the Greek hero Theseus, the one who killed the Minotaur. Part of the story line revolves around the 'Epirus Bow' which is this magical bow that, as one begins to draw back the bowstring, an arrow of light flickers into existence on the bow. How awesome would that be?! Anyway, being not only an archery geek but a cartoonist as well, I've been working on a series of comic stories where my characters act out various myths and tales, from a cavalcade of cultures, that involve archery. If the Epirus Bow were really an authentic part of Greek Mythology I wanted to know as a possible addition to my comics.
As it turns out, it was total fiction and doesn't exist outside the movie. However, the closest thing in Greek Mythology was Hercules' Bow, which was used to end the Trojan War. Hmmm! That sounded promising, and, as a bit of synchronicity, I had just started re-watching the Hercules television series, starring Kevin Sorbo, again from the beginning. So I clicked on the link for Hercules' Bow, but never quite got that far because something else captured my attention.
As I scanned the page for his bow, my gaze fell upon descriptions of the twelve labors of Hercules (or Heracles as the Greeks called him). After his first two labors (impossible feats he was given to atone for killing his children in a fit of madness induced by Hera) where he proved he could kill the most unbeatable foes (the Nemean Lion and the nine-headed Lernaean Hydra) Herc was given the task of capturing alive the Golden Hind, who could run faster than an arrow.
The thing about the Golden Hind, and the reason this distracted me from my original 'labor', is that she was a sacred animal of Artemis, my Matron Goddess. I had almost forgotten about the Hind (D'oh! A deer! A female deer!) so I was eager to read about this myth.
They had done a version of the story on the aforementioned show, and it's one of my favorite episodes, not only because of the romance and love that blooms between Hercules and the hind (who in the show could transform into a human woman) but because it is also how Hercules actor, Kevin Sorbo, met his soon to be wife, who played the hind in the show. Doesn't get much more romantic than that! :)
Bearing almost no resemblance to the modern version, the original myth, in a nutshell, has Hercules capturing the hind, then on the way back to prove his labor fulfilled, he encounters Artemis. He begs her forgiveness, explaining his penance, and promising he will return the deer. Under those conditions She lets him return to King Eurystheus, who was the one setting these tasks for Hercules. When the deer is brought before the king, however, Hercules was informed that the hind would become part of His Majesty's menagerie. Hercules told the king he had to come get her himself. As Eurystheus approached, Herc released the hind who in a fleet-footed flash returned to her divine Mistress. Hercules left telling the king he just hadn't been quick enough.
I liked the tale itself, but as I read some background to the myth it got really good. As it turns out, one of the significant oddities of the Golden Hind is her golden antlers. This is where I do the whole 'forehead-slap-thing' and cry, "Duh!" There is only one kind of deer in the whole world whose doe population has antlers -- REINDEER! The Golden Hind of Artemis was probably a reindeer!
My beloved Artemis, with a magic bow of her own, not unlike the one that began this hunt, that hangs in the night sky every month, was "all of a sudden" tied to my number one power animal and helping spirit, Nathaniel -- my beloved fuzz-nose of a reindeer.
Suddenly new threads existed between elements of my personal mythology that had previously been unconnected. And with the new threads came an elation that was probably the emotional counterpart of the new lightning-bridge neural pathways arcing through my brain.
I love this stuff!! I thrive on bridging seemingly unrelated things and finding connections in everything. Now to see if I can just bring Artemis within six degrees of Kevin Bacon...
Monday, June 25, 2012
The Parables of Gary Hobson
One of my all time favorite television shows is Early Edition. If you haven't seen it, the main premise of the show is that the protagonist, Gary Hobson, suddenly begins to receive the local Chicago newpaper. The thing is, though, that it's always the paper for the following day. Because of this, he realizes he has the opportunity to prevent some of the terrible things that happen, because he knows exactly where and when they will happen before they become news.
My favorite episode, one that has made a huge impression on me and that I bring to mind when ever I feel overwhelmed and useless to make any real changes in the world, is one where there are two catastrophies that happen in a single day -- a plane crash that kills a lot of people, and a bicycle accident that kills a little girl. As fate would have it, Gary can only right one of these pending disasters and must choose which one he will fix, and which one will result in death because of his decision.
My memory is not exact on the plot points, but I believe this is how it turned out -- The little girl was closer, so he focused on changing the situation that was right in front of him. As he is standing in the hospital, where he has brought the girl, with injuries but still alive, he realizes that the time had passed to save the plane load of people. According to his edition of the paper the plane would have already crashed by that time.
Suddenly, rushing down the hall comes a pilot -- the pilot of the plane that was suppose to have crashed. He is the father of the little girl, and when he got the call she was in the hospital, they post-poned or cancelled the flight so he could get to the hospital to be with his daughter. By saving the little girl, Gary had saved everyone on that previously ill-fated plane.
Thus has this episode become an important modern-day parable in my personal mythology. I don't know what your experience of life is, and this may seem like just a big coincidence just to make a good story for TV, but my life actually does work like that. There is no such thing as coincidence, and the synchronicities that happen are sometimes breath-taking. Every little thing we do, by following our path one step at a time, attending to what is directly in front of us, ripples outward with effects we can not even fathom. We do not have to save the world -- "Think globaly, act locally." Every thing is connected. It is the web of life after all, and everytime a thread is tugged in one place, it is felt everywhere else.
At least that's my story, and I'm sticking to it.
My favorite episode, one that has made a huge impression on me and that I bring to mind when ever I feel overwhelmed and useless to make any real changes in the world, is one where there are two catastrophies that happen in a single day -- a plane crash that kills a lot of people, and a bicycle accident that kills a little girl. As fate would have it, Gary can only right one of these pending disasters and must choose which one he will fix, and which one will result in death because of his decision.
My memory is not exact on the plot points, but I believe this is how it turned out -- The little girl was closer, so he focused on changing the situation that was right in front of him. As he is standing in the hospital, where he has brought the girl, with injuries but still alive, he realizes that the time had passed to save the plane load of people. According to his edition of the paper the plane would have already crashed by that time.
Suddenly, rushing down the hall comes a pilot -- the pilot of the plane that was suppose to have crashed. He is the father of the little girl, and when he got the call she was in the hospital, they post-poned or cancelled the flight so he could get to the hospital to be with his daughter. By saving the little girl, Gary had saved everyone on that previously ill-fated plane.
Thus has this episode become an important modern-day parable in my personal mythology. I don't know what your experience of life is, and this may seem like just a big coincidence just to make a good story for TV, but my life actually does work like that. There is no such thing as coincidence, and the synchronicities that happen are sometimes breath-taking. Every little thing we do, by following our path one step at a time, attending to what is directly in front of us, ripples outward with effects we can not even fathom. We do not have to save the world -- "Think globaly, act locally." Every thing is connected. It is the web of life after all, and everytime a thread is tugged in one place, it is felt everywhere else.
At least that's my story, and I'm sticking to it.
Sunday, June 24, 2012
Quest For The Hol-Z Grail
Recently a fellow Shamanic Practitioner friend introduced a very intriguing proposal to me. Despite our lofty spiritual aspirations and callings, we have both had our individual struggles with Zoloft and our unsuccessful attempts at trying to get off of it. Then she read an article by a woman who did a shamanic journey to meet the heart medication she takes, to find out that "Medicine is medicine." My friend's inspiration spread to me when she told me about this, and she asked if I wanted to take my own 'Journey with Zoloft,' as she would, then we could compare notes. What an awesome idea, I thought, and then, life being what it is, a month went by before I got the chance to take that journey.
I tried not to get to down on myself for procrastinating, trying to remind myself that everything happens in its own time, and when the opportunity occurred last night, I grabbed it. It was the first meeting of of a new Community Journey Circle in Seattle and, since one of the three journeys we did was a personal journey, I jumped at the chance to do a journey to the Spirit of Zoloft...
Instantly I am on his back as he runs all out, hooves churning the snowy field beneath us. And as we zip across this white plain with the blanket of a dark, moonless night hanging above, I see rising before us this gargantuan head, all lit up and hovering over the snow. The misshapen face looks like something out of The Yellow Submarine and it laughs maniacally through slabs of teeth, jutting out in every direction. There is no mistaking the threatening demeanor of this mad king, but Nathaniel doesn't slow a single iota on our charge toward it, nor is there any hesitation as we plunge through the chin of the face.
Though I can't say that I was surprised that the head turned out to be a hologram, the entire scene reminding me of when Dorothy and her companions first confronted the Wizard of Oz, I was dumbstruck by what was contained with in it. We came to a full stop and I found myself gazing at this shaft of white light, like a pillar in front of me, which held, floating in its midst, a golden, glowing grail. Not your run-of-the-mill, garden-variety holy grail, mind you. This one had antlers stretching out from either side of its brim.
As I adjusted to this sight, and the radiance of light that bathed this chamber I found myself in, I glimpsed beyond the grail a shadowy figure. Well, perhaps 'shadowy' is not the correct term, there being such abundant light present, but details were lacking. All I could tell of the figure was that its cloaked back was to me, and his head bore similiar antlers to those of the grail. "Herne!" I thought, this particular incarnation of the Lord of the Forest playing a major role in my personal mythology and fed by similar images from the Robin of Sherwood television series.
I watched the left arm of the figure slip the cloak aside slightly, as the great head turned toward me, the antlers pausing at a dapper 45 degree angle. Then, whether the antlers just disappeared or were removed by the figure, it was a tall, dark-haired man that gained substance as he approached me. He bowed his head and took a knee before me, then kissing my finger as though it was encompassed by a ring of royalty, expressed his honor at being allowed to serve me.
He stood, and turning toward the shaft of light, drew the glowing chalice from where it hovered in the air. He offered it to me, and as I took the grail in my hand and gazed at the white, glistening, liquid substance it held with in it, he said, "It is the cup of life."
"There are many avenues home, none any less Divine than any other. This is simply the one you chose, the one you created, and it is my deepest honor to be of service to you, to support you on your path, and to allow you to focus on the fertile, virile, and creative aspects of your life."
As I heard the call-back beat on the drum and knew it was time to return from this journey, I asked one more question. "Will I always need you?"
"Of course not," he smiled.
I tried not to get to down on myself for procrastinating, trying to remind myself that everything happens in its own time, and when the opportunity occurred last night, I grabbed it. It was the first meeting of of a new Community Journey Circle in Seattle and, since one of the three journeys we did was a personal journey, I jumped at the chance to do a journey to the Spirit of Zoloft...
***
As usual, as I entered the Journey, I was greeted by Nathaniel, or more correctly, Nathaniel's nose. It has become his signature way of meeting me in the Lower World, and I can't tell you the joy that spills from my heart whenever I see that fuzzy reindeer nose almost touching my own. I scritch the proffered softness before me in greeting, then tell Nathaniel why I'm there. "Can you please take me to the Spirit of Zoloft?"Instantly I am on his back as he runs all out, hooves churning the snowy field beneath us. And as we zip across this white plain with the blanket of a dark, moonless night hanging above, I see rising before us this gargantuan head, all lit up and hovering over the snow. The misshapen face looks like something out of The Yellow Submarine and it laughs maniacally through slabs of teeth, jutting out in every direction. There is no mistaking the threatening demeanor of this mad king, but Nathaniel doesn't slow a single iota on our charge toward it, nor is there any hesitation as we plunge through the chin of the face.
Though I can't say that I was surprised that the head turned out to be a hologram, the entire scene reminding me of when Dorothy and her companions first confronted the Wizard of Oz, I was dumbstruck by what was contained with in it. We came to a full stop and I found myself gazing at this shaft of white light, like a pillar in front of me, which held, floating in its midst, a golden, glowing grail. Not your run-of-the-mill, garden-variety holy grail, mind you. This one had antlers stretching out from either side of its brim.
As I adjusted to this sight, and the radiance of light that bathed this chamber I found myself in, I glimpsed beyond the grail a shadowy figure. Well, perhaps 'shadowy' is not the correct term, there being such abundant light present, but details were lacking. All I could tell of the figure was that its cloaked back was to me, and his head bore similiar antlers to those of the grail. "Herne!" I thought, this particular incarnation of the Lord of the Forest playing a major role in my personal mythology and fed by similar images from the Robin of Sherwood television series.
I watched the left arm of the figure slip the cloak aside slightly, as the great head turned toward me, the antlers pausing at a dapper 45 degree angle. Then, whether the antlers just disappeared or were removed by the figure, it was a tall, dark-haired man that gained substance as he approached me. He bowed his head and took a knee before me, then kissing my finger as though it was encompassed by a ring of royalty, expressed his honor at being allowed to serve me.
He stood, and turning toward the shaft of light, drew the glowing chalice from where it hovered in the air. He offered it to me, and as I took the grail in my hand and gazed at the white, glistening, liquid substance it held with in it, he said, "It is the cup of life."
"There are many avenues home, none any less Divine than any other. This is simply the one you chose, the one you created, and it is my deepest honor to be of service to you, to support you on your path, and to allow you to focus on the fertile, virile, and creative aspects of your life."
As I heard the call-back beat on the drum and knew it was time to return from this journey, I asked one more question. "Will I always need you?"
"Of course not," he smiled.
Saturday, June 16, 2012
Paper Tigers and Invisible Fences
I've been thinking about something for the last couple days. A while back someone was telling me that their dog had figured out that, if he gets a running start and jumps at the last minute, the invisible fence hurts for a moment, but then he's free to roam where ever he wants. What an awesome metaphor for dealing with our fears! I've been kind of edging up to some of my fears lately, which is why I was thinking of this, and what I keep asking myself is, "Do I want to be the person that lives on this side of the invisible fence, hemmed in by boundaries that don't really exist? Or do I want to be the person that challenges those boundaries, maybe go through some temporary pain, then live on the other side of those boundaries where the world is expansive and I'm free to go where I want?"
So much of the time, speaking from my own experience, we live within these invisible barriers of pain, and when we hit those barriers, and start to feel pain we back away, and thus our world remains small, unchanging, and ungrowing. From a recent Soul Retrieval I performed, and this didn't really strike me until I heard the words coming out of my mouth, I realized that many times when I start to feel those painful fears and doubts, I find myself thinking I'm going backwards. "What am I doing here again with these feelings?" The truth of the matter is, when I'm feeling those things, I am not regressing, but am moving forward because I am encountering the invisible fence of fears that up to this point has defined the size of my world, as well as my identity, and the dimensions of expression I have in said world.
On the rare occasion that it occurs to me that this is what's happening, I can actually shift my perspective by seeing the purpose in the discomfort and/or pain, and see it more as the heat a piece of metal must go through to become a sword. It's literally growing pains. If I want to live in a more expansive world, I'm going to have to go through this experience sooner or later. If I don't do it now, I will have to do it again sometime. So, while I'm in the neighborhood...
Along with that, another metaphor (What's a metaphor? It's just a little smaller than a metaphive.) that works for me around dealing with fears is the 'Paper Tiger.' Here's a couple pages, from my Putar and the Preserver comic I drew, that illustrates that idea --
...there really is nothing to fear," my younger counterpart goes on to say.
When I start to go into fear mode, if I can muster the presence of mind to be aware of what's going on, I can see whatever it is I am fearing standing in front of me, and it can look extremely ferocious and scary, but the key word is "Look." No matter how it appears, it is only made of paper. It is like a cardboard stand-up. Though it appears frightening or terrifying from some angles, it is really two-dimensional and has no depth. Knowing this I can then see myself pushing it over, hear it crash to the ground, and see the open path ahead that this fear blocked. I can move beyond that fear to become the person who lives on the other side of that invisible fence.
So much of the time, speaking from my own experience, we live within these invisible barriers of pain, and when we hit those barriers, and start to feel pain we back away, and thus our world remains small, unchanging, and ungrowing. From a recent Soul Retrieval I performed, and this didn't really strike me until I heard the words coming out of my mouth, I realized that many times when I start to feel those painful fears and doubts, I find myself thinking I'm going backwards. "What am I doing here again with these feelings?" The truth of the matter is, when I'm feeling those things, I am not regressing, but am moving forward because I am encountering the invisible fence of fears that up to this point has defined the size of my world, as well as my identity, and the dimensions of expression I have in said world.
On the rare occasion that it occurs to me that this is what's happening, I can actually shift my perspective by seeing the purpose in the discomfort and/or pain, and see it more as the heat a piece of metal must go through to become a sword. It's literally growing pains. If I want to live in a more expansive world, I'm going to have to go through this experience sooner or later. If I don't do it now, I will have to do it again sometime. So, while I'm in the neighborhood...
Along with that, another metaphor (What's a metaphor? It's just a little smaller than a metaphive.) that works for me around dealing with fears is the 'Paper Tiger.' Here's a couple pages, from my Putar and the Preserver comic I drew, that illustrates that idea --
...there really is nothing to fear," my younger counterpart goes on to say.
When I start to go into fear mode, if I can muster the presence of mind to be aware of what's going on, I can see whatever it is I am fearing standing in front of me, and it can look extremely ferocious and scary, but the key word is "Look." No matter how it appears, it is only made of paper. It is like a cardboard stand-up. Though it appears frightening or terrifying from some angles, it is really two-dimensional and has no depth. Knowing this I can then see myself pushing it over, hear it crash to the ground, and see the open path ahead that this fear blocked. I can move beyond that fear to become the person who lives on the other side of that invisible fence.
"Beloved one, when you first and finally come to that realization that there is nothing to fear, there is such a feeling of peace, such a feeling of empowerment, a feeling that, “I can do all things through him who strengtheneth me.” Well, who is this “him” that strengthens you? It is yourSelf, your own—capital “S”—Self, the divinity of you that you are now beginning to take hold of and remember, the divinity of you that allows you to live the drama, the divinity of you that has been from before time began, that gives you the strength and the power to do all things."
~Jeshua
Saturday, June 9, 2012
Cut a-CORD-ingly
I've had a number of people asking me about this, so I thought I'd write a blog entry because it may be helpful to others as well.
In shamanism, as well as a number of other spiritual practices, there is something known as "Cord Cutting." In a nutshell, we have cords of connection with everyone we are in relationship with, whether it's as family, lovers, friends, acquaintances, but usually the closer the relationship the more cords there are connecting us.
These cords are basically where on-going energy exchanges take place, so ideally these are exchanges of love and light which empower and feed us, but of course not all of them are like that. In some situations, extreme examples being co-dependency or abusive relationships, these connections can be where energetic tugs-of-war take place as people give up their own and/or try to take someone else's power.
It is an unfortunate situation that results in a lot of 'soul loss' in shamanic terms, and is also referred to as 'soul stealing.' The really unfortunate thing about this is, even if you could take someone else's power, you couldn't use it or do anything with it. We are each infinitely powerful beings with our own unique frequency, so anyone else's energy or power put on top of that just weighs you down more and blocks the expression of your own power. This can result in what have come to be known as 'energy vampires' (those people from whom you feel drained after spending any time with them) as this snowballs in the constant (conscious or unconscious) belief in the inadequacy of one's self and power, and the need for energy from others.
The fortunate thing is that no one can take your power without your permission. No one. And one of the ways to reclaim your power is by cutting the unhealthy cords between you and someone else. Now this may be a total ending of a relationship, or it could be just good maintenance in a healthy relationship -- cleaning up and discarding any unhealthy cords to make a healthy relationship healthier.
Now the name of this process pretty much describes what is done. Like I said earlier, there are many versions, rituals, and practices to do this, it being pretty much a universal occurrence, but like the name suggests, it can also be a little... well, violent. Most methods utilize seeing the cords in your mind and cutting them with a blade of one's choosing. I do understand how this can be very empowering for someone who has been in an abusive relationship, sometimes for their entire life, but there also are so many instances I've heard of where people cut cords with someone, and within 24 hours that other person contacts the cord cutter because it is a palpable shift of energy. Now just speaking for myself, if I feel I need to cut cords with someone, the last thing I probably want is to hear from that person right afterwards. It seems a little counterproductive to have such a back lash, and in my view the backlash is the result of the process being done from fear, or from focusing on getting away from the other person rather than going toward your own future. Like the saying says, "Energy flows where consciousness goes." Focusing on where you've been, on getting away from that person, will just draw that energy back into your life, whether it's this same individual or someone else embodying that same kind of energy. Nothing less than love, and a win-win situation will truly heal the situation, and after all, healing is the goal, right?
So, with that long-winded introduction to cord cutting, I thought I'd share the process as a very good friend shared it with me. This is tried and true by myself and a number of others I've shared it with, and it moves toward wholeness and the healing of both parties without loose ends. Besides people, this process can be done with other challenges such as specific fears, or addictions. It may also be repeated as necessary. So, here is my adaption of what my friend taught me:
Picture yourself sitting on the sandy floor of a cave. As you look around you notice the very walls of the cave are filled with and pulsing with light. The cave entirely encompasses you like a bubble, holding you safe in its golden glow. There is a small, cozy fire burning just in front of you, in the center of the cave, and there is an empty space on the other side of the flames. Now, if you are comfortable with it, picture the other person sitting there on the sandy floor with the fire between you. If this is too uncomfortable, place a symbol or object there to represent the person, perhaps a doll or teddy bear. Remember you are totally safe. Ask to see the unhealthy cords that exist between you and this person, then take a moment to notice where they connect with you on your own body. One by one, take each cord, unplug it from your body, and plug it into the wall of the cave. Once all the cords are removed from your body and plugged into the cave wall, you may feel free to say anything appropriate to this other person, such as "Good-bye," or "Thank you for your lessons," or "I release you to your own path," or whatever. It is also alright to say nothing at all. Take a moment or two to bask in the glow of the cave, as well as your newly reclaimed freedom, knowing you are no longer responsible for providing the other person with energy because the light and love of the cave will provide them with everything they need. You are free. When you feel complete with this process, and recharged and empowered in yourself, you may return to ordinary reality. Open your eyes upon the new path of freedom that lies ahead of you filled with excitement and hope.
I now release you to your own regularly-scheduled path, already in progress. :)
In shamanism, as well as a number of other spiritual practices, there is something known as "Cord Cutting." In a nutshell, we have cords of connection with everyone we are in relationship with, whether it's as family, lovers, friends, acquaintances, but usually the closer the relationship the more cords there are connecting us.
These cords are basically where on-going energy exchanges take place, so ideally these are exchanges of love and light which empower and feed us, but of course not all of them are like that. In some situations, extreme examples being co-dependency or abusive relationships, these connections can be where energetic tugs-of-war take place as people give up their own and/or try to take someone else's power.
It is an unfortunate situation that results in a lot of 'soul loss' in shamanic terms, and is also referred to as 'soul stealing.' The really unfortunate thing about this is, even if you could take someone else's power, you couldn't use it or do anything with it. We are each infinitely powerful beings with our own unique frequency, so anyone else's energy or power put on top of that just weighs you down more and blocks the expression of your own power. This can result in what have come to be known as 'energy vampires' (those people from whom you feel drained after spending any time with them) as this snowballs in the constant (conscious or unconscious) belief in the inadequacy of one's self and power, and the need for energy from others.
The fortunate thing is that no one can take your power without your permission. No one. And one of the ways to reclaim your power is by cutting the unhealthy cords between you and someone else. Now this may be a total ending of a relationship, or it could be just good maintenance in a healthy relationship -- cleaning up and discarding any unhealthy cords to make a healthy relationship healthier.
Now the name of this process pretty much describes what is done. Like I said earlier, there are many versions, rituals, and practices to do this, it being pretty much a universal occurrence, but like the name suggests, it can also be a little... well, violent. Most methods utilize seeing the cords in your mind and cutting them with a blade of one's choosing. I do understand how this can be very empowering for someone who has been in an abusive relationship, sometimes for their entire life, but there also are so many instances I've heard of where people cut cords with someone, and within 24 hours that other person contacts the cord cutter because it is a palpable shift of energy. Now just speaking for myself, if I feel I need to cut cords with someone, the last thing I probably want is to hear from that person right afterwards. It seems a little counterproductive to have such a back lash, and in my view the backlash is the result of the process being done from fear, or from focusing on getting away from the other person rather than going toward your own future. Like the saying says, "Energy flows where consciousness goes." Focusing on where you've been, on getting away from that person, will just draw that energy back into your life, whether it's this same individual or someone else embodying that same kind of energy. Nothing less than love, and a win-win situation will truly heal the situation, and after all, healing is the goal, right?
So, with that long-winded introduction to cord cutting, I thought I'd share the process as a very good friend shared it with me. This is tried and true by myself and a number of others I've shared it with, and it moves toward wholeness and the healing of both parties without loose ends. Besides people, this process can be done with other challenges such as specific fears, or addictions. It may also be repeated as necessary. So, here is my adaption of what my friend taught me:
Picture yourself sitting on the sandy floor of a cave. As you look around you notice the very walls of the cave are filled with and pulsing with light. The cave entirely encompasses you like a bubble, holding you safe in its golden glow. There is a small, cozy fire burning just in front of you, in the center of the cave, and there is an empty space on the other side of the flames. Now, if you are comfortable with it, picture the other person sitting there on the sandy floor with the fire between you. If this is too uncomfortable, place a symbol or object there to represent the person, perhaps a doll or teddy bear. Remember you are totally safe. Ask to see the unhealthy cords that exist between you and this person, then take a moment to notice where they connect with you on your own body. One by one, take each cord, unplug it from your body, and plug it into the wall of the cave. Once all the cords are removed from your body and plugged into the cave wall, you may feel free to say anything appropriate to this other person, such as "Good-bye," or "Thank you for your lessons," or "I release you to your own path," or whatever. It is also alright to say nothing at all. Take a moment or two to bask in the glow of the cave, as well as your newly reclaimed freedom, knowing you are no longer responsible for providing the other person with energy because the light and love of the cave will provide them with everything they need. You are free. When you feel complete with this process, and recharged and empowered in yourself, you may return to ordinary reality. Open your eyes upon the new path of freedom that lies ahead of you filled with excitement and hope.
I now release you to your own regularly-scheduled path, already in progress. :)
Thursday, May 3, 2012
Eureka!
I'm finally starting to learn that when I'm off-kilter, I'm not alone and that there are bigger forces and patterns going on. This past week, for instance, has been pretty turbulent, but at the same time that I'm riding from the crest to the trough to the crest of the waves again, I'm noticing a lot of topsy-turviness in the lives of friends around me. Two different friends ended relationships on the same day, and another friend found out she has to move because the government is buying her land for a levee. Crazy life-changing stuff.
Still, whatever is going on, I need to deal with my own manifestations of this energy of change, and I have to admit to not dealing with it very gracefully. Deep, dark things have been coming up --things left over from childhood that I thought I'd dealt with. Self-criticism and judgement have fueled heavy feelings of worthlessness and sapped any sense of confidence. Today I found myself exhausted and totally stressed out, trying to figure out what the heck was going on. Finally, on my lunch break, I went out to my car intending to nap, but as I dozed in and out I decided to contact the soul part of my four year old self, who had recently returned in a soul retrieval, to see how he was faring through all of this.
I found my four year old at a table drawing and coloring (If I remember correctly, this was my Kindergarten classroom). I sat in a miniature chair next to his low table and started asking him how he was doing. "I'm fine!" He said, too engrossed in his artwork to look up, at least until he finished his drawing of some sort of vehicle that I couldn't make out, and held the paper up horizontally with both hands, excitedly repeating, "Brum!Brum!Brum!" as he turned it back and forth like it was flying.
He returned to his crayons as I asked if he knew what was going on. He looked up at me then with this "I'm sorry, I thought you knew" kind of look on his face. I don't recall his exact words, but he explained how these things are coming up because of his return into my life. All the junk that had collected and had basically taken up the space left by his absence, was now being flushed to the surface by his reappearance -- like Archimedes' bath water -- to be cleared away.
I thought about this as he went back to drawing. It made sense. It wasn't easy and, at times, was even kind of scary, but it did make sense. And while I pondered this further I felt a tug on my sleeve. Young Patrick had turned away from his table and, still holding my shirt sleeve in his little hand and looking into my eyes with a total expression of earnestness, he told me, "Don't be scared. I will protect you."
Still, whatever is going on, I need to deal with my own manifestations of this energy of change, and I have to admit to not dealing with it very gracefully. Deep, dark things have been coming up --things left over from childhood that I thought I'd dealt with. Self-criticism and judgement have fueled heavy feelings of worthlessness and sapped any sense of confidence. Today I found myself exhausted and totally stressed out, trying to figure out what the heck was going on. Finally, on my lunch break, I went out to my car intending to nap, but as I dozed in and out I decided to contact the soul part of my four year old self, who had recently returned in a soul retrieval, to see how he was faring through all of this.
I found my four year old at a table drawing and coloring (If I remember correctly, this was my Kindergarten classroom). I sat in a miniature chair next to his low table and started asking him how he was doing. "I'm fine!" He said, too engrossed in his artwork to look up, at least until he finished his drawing of some sort of vehicle that I couldn't make out, and held the paper up horizontally with both hands, excitedly repeating, "Brum!Brum!Brum!" as he turned it back and forth like it was flying.
He returned to his crayons as I asked if he knew what was going on. He looked up at me then with this "I'm sorry, I thought you knew" kind of look on his face. I don't recall his exact words, but he explained how these things are coming up because of his return into my life. All the junk that had collected and had basically taken up the space left by his absence, was now being flushed to the surface by his reappearance -- like Archimedes' bath water -- to be cleared away.
I thought about this as he went back to drawing. It made sense. It wasn't easy and, at times, was even kind of scary, but it did make sense. And while I pondered this further I felt a tug on my sleeve. Young Patrick had turned away from his table and, still holding my shirt sleeve in his little hand and looking into my eyes with a total expression of earnestness, he told me, "Don't be scared. I will protect you."
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