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Letting in the Light
Last week the heavy energy that had been accumulating in the form of humidity where I live, was released by a night of tremendous thunderstorms. Structures shook with the power of lightning, as the clouds and wind brought the rain back to the earth and lifted dense energy to light.
The next day I felt lighter, in fact I felt so light I knew I was not completely grounded to the Earth. That is the trade-off of too much light. It can leave us feeling as though we could easily drift into the heavens. Not by accident, it was a turtle that brought me back down to Earth. Turtle is the animal symbol of Mother Earth, and the teacher who shows us how to join Heaven and Earth inside of our bodies. There it was in front of me as I walked the path in the woods with my dogs. A small snapper stopped on its way. I couldn’t help but pause, knowing that there was a message in this unexpected creature, and as I did, the dogs too took notice. In a flash, the turtle jumped to meet the sniffing nose of Daisy, and as I watched my dog retract in pain, I followed the drip of her red blood as it met the Earth.
I was back on this plane.
We, as souls incarnated as humans, face the challenge of balancing the elements inside of our beings. Too much air and we lose our ground; too much earth and we feel heavy; too much fire and we feel rage; too much water and we are over-come with emotion.
Today, I asked my guides about light and realized as I transcribed their words that we each, individually, have the ability to bring light to our shadows and heal the wounds we accumulate through our lives and store within our cells. Not long ago I was convinced I needed someone else, a trained healer of energy, to heal my centers of pain. Perhaps I did need this catalyst, for soon after I started paying attention to moments when the intellect gives way to the soul. In my sleep and in my meditations, my body let in the energy of light, and healed the pain lurking in the shadows.
These were dramatic moments, like the sessions I had with the energy healer. There are though, I’ve come to realize, many ways to bring in the healing energy of light. Months ago, I started tuning into the energy of trees, and felt my body bounce each time I passed large pines and oaks while I walked through the forest. When we laugh we release heavy energy and let in the light. Sometimes the act is involuntary, like a sneeze, or a good cry.
This morning I did my tai chi forms outside, with my bare feet finding balance on the uneven ground. With martial arts forms like tai chi (yoga also does this), we bring the red energy of the Earth Mother into our bodies, drawing it up through the soles of our feet as we plant them firmly on the ground. It is an active event. The breath is the vehicle. When we breathe in we draw energy into our bodies and disperse it throughout our cells. The body moves with the breath, which exhales from deep within, drawing the toxins out of the shadows and dispersing them into the air. In doing this we find our power. We become charged with light energy, with our feet still firmly planted on the ground.
Each of us has the ability to be our own energy healers. Taking the time to listen to your spirit and finding the method(s) that work for you, will bring unquestionable benefits. It’s not something, as I was reminded today, you can do only on occasion, but ideally, a daily practice. What makes your soul lighter? Is it singing, writing, painting, dancing, gardening, or cooking and eating healthy foods? Or something else? Most likely there will be many answers that come to you. It’s worth the exploration.
Words to live by
Shadow Energies
I think a lot about my thoughts. Each one tells me something about myself, as well as the reaction of my body. Why does a thought cause my body to contract? Or, another, my cells to levitate? I met my pain body last fall, the day after an energy healing session. She appeared to me as a hooded figure, shrouded in glistening black. She hovered in my shadows until she showed me her face. It was the face of nightmares, a mouthful of jagged teeth cut like vampires. Yet, I wasn’t afraid. Finally, she was coming out into the light.
We all have a shadow-self. That part of us that feeds off of our pain and fears, consuming them like forbidden candy. If we deny their existence, they grow glutenous; they take over our beings. If we grant them voice, we can learn and accept. We can give them light, and sometimes, we can let them go.
Last April, before I met my shadow-self, I read an article from Deepak Chopra featured on http://www.care2.com and formed this erasure poem from his words.
“Shadow Energies”
(an erasure poem adapted from an article by Deepak Chopra featured on www.care2.com)
The intensity of shadow
is a way of getting noticed
Hiding is not the same
as killing. Energies remain
even though you refuse to look
at their desire for life
To catch a child cry, then
a tantrum, it seems only reasonable
to see fear forced into repression
“I can do things that will make
you look at me.” The last
statement doesn’t alter truth
If you bring light into shadow
its distortions are healed
Lightning
I was surprised by the lightning, even though I had welcomed the steady rain that promises to fill the day with the possibility of quiet reflection, meditation and writing. I began by spreading the oracle cards from Steve Farmer’s deck Earth Magic, in a circle upon my coffee table. Twice I let my hand gravitate to the cards at the top of the circle before I pulled out Lightning/Power, and looked at the orange fire spread in a vein of electricity touching the turquoise crest of waves. There are rocks along the shore, the trees lean against the pull of the wind. The sky is indigo. Least I doubt my choice of cards, Farmer’s guidebook folded open to its page.
I spread tiger-eye, lapis lazuli, malachite, turquoise and carnelian agate around my pillar of unpolished rose quartz, guarded it with my white angel and lit the pink candle on the table. I was ready to welcome power in whatever form it wanted to speak to me, but first I placed amethyst in my left palm and angelite in my right. Closing gently my fists, I felt the pulses of crystal energy.
I spent about an hour in meditation, letting my thoughts come and go, feeling the hiccup of my breath against my heartbeat. I cannot tell you everything I saw or felt, because some things are stored only for our experience and not for memory. I can tell you that Angelite brought three animal totems to me. First came Seal, a new visitor, wearing the gray silk of creative waters. Then Bat appeared, another surprise, upside down like the Hanged Man card in tarot. (Yesterday I found myself thinking about this card and how it relates to rainbows. That red energy turned towards the sky.) Bat evokes nighttime, like the Power/Lightning card I drew. It foreshadows a time of transition and initiation. I heard the rustle of the crystals still left in their bags beside me. Bat reminds us that there is rebirth out of darkness if we are willing to let the old die to make way for new life. Through facing our fears we can become empowered. The last two nights I shifted through the clutter of old fears still nesting inside of me. I entered dreams within dreams, analyzing the residue of bathrooms, wiping feces from white walls. I tried to resist, but could not, the scattering of superficial beauty tangled into necklaces in boxes and scattered like dust under beds…
After I watched Seal and Bat appear, my old friend, Snake stopped by, twisting its body into dance, its head lifted with two wide eyes daring mine to close. I must tell you that before, during and after these three animals appeared to me, my body was experiencing pockets of pain. I watched yellow/white energy transfer to my more closed-off right side of my body in gentle waves. This was easy compared to the dis-ease stored in my belly, that center of power. Nausea came and the impulse to pull out of my meditation. From outside my body I felt my breath deepen as it traveled to the source of the pain, urging release of the old, stored energy to make way for new. This, was not easy. Hovering at the base of my spine was a spinning vortex, its hum lifting, energizing. The kundalini of Snake. And then there was that dark pit, deep inside my lower right abdomen. I felt and heard my breath deepen its pull as it worked to release an energy accumulation beyond this life. I put my feet on the floor, welcoming the red energy of Earth to aid my breath, feeling the easy hum inside my left foot, but not my right.
This morning I took my first dose of my decreased thyroid medication. 88. A double-dose of infinity. It’s just the beginning.
Energy
I am remembering the energy of places. The dark corner where the walls met under the threshold of my bedroom door. A place where I had to force my eyes to look three times before I buried them under blankets, a fortress of stuffed animals around me. The pull of the wells. The first on the path between our home and our neighbors, down the slight slope of earth under the hemlocks and many steps past the circles of white flowers that hid my fairies. The second on the hill in Canterbury, beside the stone remains of a structure long abandoned. There was the skeleton of a child, I was sure, underneath that heavy gray slab of granite.
I am remembering the patches of light. The field of wildflowers and long grasses above the shop where my stepfather worked. The large rock in front of my neighbor’s home where I would sit and watch the dragonflies dance above the earth. The way the heavy brown seat of our home-made couch would pulse with the light energy of my body when my mother would brush my long brown hair into braids.
Yesterday I tried to explain the news I had received about my thyroid to a friend, and later my husband, listing each spiritually balancing activity that came to mind that I had engaged in over the past year or more. I realized, only later, that it is all a mater of energy. The only thing that really exists.
“You might fix that issue with your throat,” she had told me on the phone. Not the doctor who read the lab results, but the psychic I had spoken to six months before. Even though the energy around my throat had been spinning in a tight circle the size of an eraser, she knew it was already starting to heal.
“You have to want to heal,” I told someone else today, “so that your body and spirit understand your intention.” When you make that choice, the Universe will allow the energy to come back into balance. Inside of that desire you will find your truth and you will begin to sing it in whatever form it needs to manifest.
Letting Go
When I was in the fifth grade I had a dream that I was falling. I awoke in the early hours of the morning to the sound of my voice calling for my parents. My jaw was twisted out of shape from the impact of diving head-first into the pine floor of my bedroom from the four-foot height of my bunk-bed. Blood was already filling my mouth from the hole my tooth had left under my bottom lip. My fear of falling off my home-made bunk bed without a railing had been realized.
Last night I had a two dreams that I can remember. In the first I was walking through a foreign city in asia with my daughter. The streets were crowded with buildings and street vendors. We found ourselves passing a tall building with many stories, and stopped in awe to observe the people who lived there. Outside the large windows that faced our side of the street, instead of balconies, there were beds. As my daughter and I watched, the inhabitants of the apartments within the building were in various states of getting in and out of their beds, which were all double-sized, canopied and attached to their windows, but without any sort of railings to prevent their occupants from careening out of their sides onto the street below. I was captivated by the scene. How did they not fall? Why did they not fear?
In my second dream, I found myself inside my maternal grandmother’s apartment. I had just gone shopping for her and was unloading bags of groceries in the kitchen when my ten-year deceased grandfather appeared at her kitchen table. Instead of taking on the age he was when he died, he appeared to be in his twenties and looked like a cross between his own son and my nephew. We had a long conversation while I tried to assemble a salad. I asked my grandfather why he was still hanging around my grandmother’s house after ten years. He seemed unaware that he could let go, and he wanted to be there for his wife who didn’t want to let him go.
The scene within the dream switched to my grandmother weeping. Still, after ten years, my grandmother was incapacitated by her grief for her deceased husband, crying on the cushions of her sofa. She was clearly holding on. I found her vulnerability frustrating. I wanted to shake her back to life. Instead, I told her it was time for her to dance. And, literally, as I watched my grandfather leave the table, my grandmother, in the other room, started dancing back into herself. Her face filled with joy, her body moved to a music all her own.
I have learned through my study of dreams that the characters we dream about our manifestations of ourselves. Yesterday, I had listened to a World Puja Network broadcast by Pippa Merivale. For more about Pippa, go to http://www.metatronic-life.com/. Pippa channels the angel Metatron, and during this broadcast the focus was on the New Year and cellular cleansing. Pippa spoke of the memories and experiences the cells in our bodies hold onto, sometimes focusing into pain within specific points in our bodies. I know where mine is held, most likely, you do as well. As Pippa said, there is no need to ignore these “shadows,” and, in fact, we should not deny their presence. What we can do though is free the trapped pains, cleanse our cells and give them a chance to renew.
So, I ask you, as I did myself, what are you holding onto? What is trapped within you that seeks the light of recognition? In this New Year, why not offer your body the chance to let go, renew, and dance into all the possibilities of your spirit?
The Light Behind the Story 