My notes to you:
Body eating eliminating moving breathing properly
mind and emotions follow, deep purification followed by rejuvenation commences.
Start with body.
Space- a time and spot of your own to practice these things- can’t be abstract.
different techniques- got to do what’s harmonious for us and got to start somewhere,
Can’t be too abstract-
journaling, self portrait, sing your soul, dream yoga, the unseen world. What’s missing is the invitation to go there, down to where the seeds were left.
Rituals, vision quests. 3 days and night inside the magic circle. Alone, drinking water, praying for a vision. Spirit animal comes.
You are not alone. Listen to the ancient trees. Welcome the truth on this journey. Bathe in the moonlight. Be by yourself in the water. Let go. It doesn’t matter.
Remember to remember how far you’ve come. How long it’s been since we left the pin of light.
To come here. To be a flame on the dark ocean.
To ride wild waves, to hear the bottom of the ocean. To bring back the riches.
To the surface:
Who you are is what you do. And the circle keeps spinning itself out. Yoga is union of your mother and father within you. That’s the work. That’s the healing. Both of their love, God gave us life. This pain is about us, not them.
Healing means traveling through these memories, shamanism.
Sound therapy. Crystal bowls, crystal bodies, daggers and wands. Magical earth foods.
Touching her body of grass. Laying face down in the grass naked at midnight. Feeling her heartbeat into yours. Feeling her unconditional love under the cool moonlight. Whispering into the ground, listening to her guide you. Entering the pulse of her universe. Beneath the blanket of stars, inside the womb of night.
A giant white owl sits at the top of the tree watching, bats quietly glide through the dark. And we lay, surrendered. The fire smolders peacefully, the darkness drains from our body.
Softly birds sing, dawn approaches. We have been dreaming. And now we write and pick flowers. Now fruit falls for us to eat and share.
This is the doorway to heaven on earth. We ourselves are the portal. We become our highest love when we water the seeds that lie hidden.
Away from the chaos of manmade glamour. Back into her elemental immortal body of stars and plants.
Growing life means love is light.
All I ever knew was that she is within. That there is a river of white light that flows. That religion makes no difference. We are the religion. From inside we generate her cause.
Her cause is to flow.
The flow of the Mother Light is the cultivation of the highest love, which is you.
We must act with that faith, motivation and intention. Anything less makes her less bright.
There is a voice deep inside that knows what to do always. And we hear that voice everywhere if we listen. And the closer we get to the purity of her simple love, the louder the call to release her becomes.
Be free. Be love. Be heard. Be you.