
Thursday, April 21, 2011
Bridge

Monday, December 6, 2010
Feeding the Ghosts

From The Wise Heart: A Guide to the Universal Teachings of Buddhist Psychology by Jack Kornfield, p. 287:
...I told Bruce that in the Buddhist tradition, when demons and hungry ghosts appear, there is a ritual practice of feeding them. In this practice we transform the worst, most rabid, most fearful energies by deliberately visualizing what we can do for them. We picture giving them whatever they want and need, even our own body, until they are fully satisfied.
My spirit guide is Buddhist (no surprise): During an early journey I was being taught that I have nothing to fear. I met a being who wanted to eat my heart and so I gave it to him, repeatedly.
Friday, September 17, 2010
Thick

I can be kind of thick sometimes.
I had a general confusion as to how a flesh-and-blood psychopomp could be of use. That is, couldn't the spirit guides and other more-knowing beings accomplish the task that I'm learning to do? Especially since I've been advised by experienced flesh-and-blood psychopomps to rely on my spirit guide for direction and assistance in the process.
So I asked my spirit guide.
And heard the familiar refrain: I am a bridge.
My services would be needed for those "earthbounds" who cannot or will not see the spirit guides who are there to help them successfully cross over. Perhaps the earthbounds' belief systems prevent them from knowing they have spirit guides to help them. Perhaps the earthbounds are confused on some level about their status and so don't know that crossing over is what they should be doing.
Because they are earthbound, they can see me even when unable to see their spirit guides. So I am the bridge between.
I am a bridge.
Saturday, July 31, 2010
Mannaz

This is a rune of human development, the deep human development that often leads to great wisdom, access to powers and the inner divine. It is understanding who, what, why, when and how you are, through building bridges within and without the physical body. It is the balancing of intuition with the intellect, the understanding that all wisdom needs to be tempered with joy, humour and respect. The inner understanding of the relationship between divine and man, and how we bridge the gap between is revealed to us in depth when working with Mannaz.
Friday, July 30, 2010
Tonglen

Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Keep Going. Keep Practicing.

Tonight my lesson was: Keep going. Keep practicing.
I drummed for a long time trying to break out of my verbal left brain and cross over into my right. I felt like my drum was a membrane that I needed to break through. But I had trouble escaping self-consciousness and my cynical ego.
I connected with my Leuki spirit guide. We melded and I danced and drummed for her and let her dance and drum through me. I kept drumming. I tried to get lost in the drumming. I tried not to try to get lost.
I danced in Leuki's long grass and caught a whiff of its grassy, sagey scent.
I kept picturing a band from my heart chakra to Leuki, a band like the one that joined Chang and Eng Bunker, the original "Siamese twins." The band grew from my heart chakra. It grew out into a long tube that became a bridge. The bridge looked a lot like the picture above (right down to the sepia tone) but it was a bridge with handrails on each side.
I slapped my foot with every step along that bridge trying to feel it. Trying to be there. I kept going.
The bridge led into a building that reminded me of a library. I ended up in a small room with yellow walls. A being who introduced herself as Abigail sat across a desk from me. We reviewed how I got there so that I wouldn't forget: Connection from my heart chakra that stretched out to become a tube then became a bridge that I walked along into the building and into her room. She nodded and directed me to look at the wall, which seemed to dissolve into another passageway to follow.
At some point I felt the presence of my indexing helpers and I got to thank them.
I felt the glow of my golden ball of protection around me. Abigail assured me I was safe. Leuki's presence was felt and assurance made that I was safe. I started to feel restless, as though I needed to go.
I was told this connection is always there. I can walk it again. And should. Keep going. Keep practicing.
I thanked Leuki and Abigail and my indexing helpers and then sang Cindy's song of thanks:
I give thanks for this time, for this place, for this life, for this love.
I give thanks for the ground that I walk on.
I give thanks for the sky up above.
I give thanks from sunrise to sundown.
And all through the night
I am wrapped in a blanket of gratitude and love.
I give thanks.
I give thanks.
I give thanks.
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
Trying Too Hard

I think I've been trying too hard. In wandering the web, I've found some fun sites, like Lady Skye Fyre's page on learning how to channel (and her blog) or this link on channeling through automatic writing. They have the playful attitude that I've been told repeatedly to adopt.
So I'm trying not to try so hard.
Last night I sat and drummed. I attended to the fundamentals, mainly my breathing, which I hadn't been doing recently. I saw a level of energy around me; it formed a sphere around me with something between the sphere and my belly. I was told to scan the sphere of energy. I found a glop of yuk (a "smudge") that I pulled off. As it pulled off it sort of became human with a tired demeanor. I greeted it and asked if it had anything to say to me but I didn't hear anything. So I pictured Light coming down to it and pulling it away. I found another smudge and it too became human-like when I pulled it off. When I greeted it, it sort of came at me, going for my throat. Somehow I knew this was an aspect of me-- my lack of patience. So I befriended it and filled it with light. It became honey-colored, which matched the color of the sphere of energy surrounding me. My patience and I finished scanning and kind of polishing the energy sphere.
I know that I need to work on my patience. I would rather work on it than get slapped upside the head with a patience lesson.
I love picturing the Light, summoning it, because there's such a wonderful feeling when it shows up and I hear the chorus of hello's responding to my greeting.
I love the picture at the top of this post. I'm using it for my sacred space, though last night I also found myself at my original sacred space. I really like the horse-on-springs rocking horse from my childhood that I have there. I rode it early in my journey, to sort of get me started, and it morphed into my Mannaz donkey. I was on his back and could feel the wind in my face as we flew through a purple sky.
I felt that my honey-colored patience was associated with my third chakra, which I associate with the color yellow. It seemed like the energy sphere was also associated with my third chakra.