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The Beauty of AgesIn Celtic cultures, the young maiden
was seen as the flower; the mother;
the fruit; the elder women; the seed.
The seed contains the Knowledge
and potential of all the other parts
within it.
The role of the post menopausal woman
is to go forth and reseed the community
with her concentrated Kernel of truth
and Wisdom.
In some native cultures, menopausal
woman were said to retain their "wise blood,"rather
than shed it, and
were considered more powerful than
menstruating woman.
A woman could not be a Shaman until she was past menopause in
these cultures.
Menopause, when understood and
supported , provided the next level of
initiation into personal power for the
Woman.
from "Women's Bodies Women's Wisdom"
By Christiane Northrup M.D.
detta@cosmicchild.org.uk
A Healthy Dose of LaughterI read that a child laughs 400 times a day on the average, while an adult laughs only 15 times each day, which is puzzling since laughter feels so good and is so good for us!
You may know the benefits of laughter on the mind and spirit, but are you aware of how much a good laugh can help you physically? Norman Cousins used to say that laughter is so beneficial physically that it is like "inner jogging".
Mayo Clinic (Mayo Clinic Health Letter, March 1993) reports that laughter aids breathing by disrupting your normal respiration pattern and increasing your breathing rate. It can even help clear mucus from your lungs. Laughter is good for your heart. It increases circulation and improves the delivery of oxygen and nutrients to tissues throughout your body.
A good laugh helps your immune system fight off colds, flu and sinus problems by increasing the concentration of immunoglobulin A in your saliva. And it may help control pain by raising the levels of certain brain chemicals (endorphins).
It is also a natural stress reliever. Have you ever laughed so hard that you doubled over, fell off your chair, spit out your food or wet your pants? You cannot maintain muscle tension when you are laughing!
The good news is that you are allowed more than 15 laughs a day! Go ahead and double the dose and make it 30 times today. (You may begin to notice your relationships improving!) Then double it again! You are bound to feel better, you will cope with problems more effectively and people will enjoy being around you.
Laughter: it's good medicine, it's completely organic, it can
be shared, it is recyclable and absolutely free!
Poem by Hildegard of Bingin (1048-1179)I who am the Ancient of days, do declare that I am the day
by myself alone.
I am the day that does not shine by the sun; rather by me the
sun is ignited ..................
I have created mirrors in which I consider all the wonders of
my originality which will never cease.
I have prepared for myself these mirror forms so that they may
resonate in a song of praise.
For I have a voice like the thunderbolt by which I keep in motion
the entire universe in the living sounds of all creation.
This I have done, I who am the Ancient of Days.
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Feb. 11.01.
When I was little the warmth of the rising sun gently sent me messages. A whole day to play. I would climb quietly out of my bed and tiptoe down the stairs and out through the back door into our garden. I remember its size , there was no end to it. In spring and summer flowers blooming every where. I liked to stand in the middle of what my mother called the Japanese Garden ,aware of the perfumes, the colours. Unconsciously I drank in the morning beauty of life . I remember it as love. When I think of it now, being in my eightieth year I remember it as gratitude.
The Wing Makers speak about the principle that the Universe of Wholeness represents a collective intelligence that can be personalised as a single Universal Entity.
I was older, maybe 6 years old . My mother was sitting beside my bed showing me photographs from her school years in Dietramszell . Dietramszell was a Catholic boarding school in the Bavarian alps. I was recovering from measles, still not allowed to get out of bed. I was fascinated by mother's stories. I imaged her a little child my age. At the same time it was soothing to have her close to me, all for my self. In time answering my questions she mentioned God. I told her that her that I did not believe in God and not in the bogy man either. All this upset my mother.
I could not explain my reasons to her at the time . It was our Nanny who first told us about the bogy man . One evening when she put us to bed I did not feel like sleeping at all and must have given her a hard time. After I got out of bed again a few times and appeared in front of her in her room , she got angry and told me about the bogy man . Back in my bed she said that she would get him "right now." I was afraid of this man but I was also curious. .Very ,very silently I followed her and found her in the hall were my parent's coats hang. She had turned my father's winter coat inside out. She was just beginning to put it on as our eyes met . We stared at each other. I turned around and ran as fast as I could to our bedroom. and into bed.
A story told by Swami Muctananda called "The key to Heaven,
where it is best to be hidden".The God of humans was angry with the people, so he called a council of the other Gods and asked for their help. One made this suggestion. "Why not throw every one out of haven, close the gates and hide the key. Then you should erect the veils of forgetfulness so that those beings don't easily remember where they came from". God thought this was an excellent idea. "But where should we hide the key to Heaven?" God asked. "In the deepest depth of the Pacific ocean", suggested one God. "On top of the highest Himalayan mountain" said another. "No no. Put it on the moon, it is so far away no one will ever reach it there".
God sat in meditation to see the future. He appeared to be discouraged saying "None of your ideas will work. Humans will explore the far reaches of the universe. Not only will they dive to the bottom of the ocean and climb the highest mountains , but they will visit the moon, explore the planets and attempt to discover the workings of the cosmos". God sat in silence. Suddenly he said, "I have the answer. I know! The one place humans will never think of looking for the key to Heaven is in men themselves, right in the core of their being. They will go millions of miles into space but they will never go two steps into themselves.
One
Sunday morning our father took my brother and me for a long walk.
My brother had his butterfly net and his botanical case with him
. There was a wonderful meadow with grasses and field flowers
in bloom and in our ears was the familiar sound of little bees,
bumblebees, flies and crickets. My brother was immediately busy
collecting specimens, my father and I were watching the miniature
life going on around us. There was a clump of the very fragile
looking clear European blue bells . Their little heads were swinging
in the warm breezy. My father said, "Lets pretend that we
are as small as the ants". In my ant size I stood under the
bluebells, surrounded by a forest of grasses. It was very still.
Looking up into one of the bells I heard its ringing and quietly
my father said, "This is where God is - where you find God."
This was the first time I had felt the sacred.
News to day: Floods in Mozambique, 400,000 people lost their houses
and farms. Children women and men without food and shelter
This morning a road and train accident in north Yorkshire. 10 death, 65 survivors, several of them with serious injuries.
Foot & Mouth disease is spreading. More infected animals were found on more farms in Devon as well as in Northern Ireland. Thousands of sheep, cattle and pigs need to be slaughtered.
Refugees from Borneo are entering Java escaping the most brutal ethnic cleansing. And there are still the wars in the Congo and Sierra Leonine.
Too many children are becoming orphans. Too many families are torn apart in these wars.
What can an individual do to prevent this suffering.?
DNA Pioneers see Fruits of their Labour as the Human Genome is Mapped.
"Scientists are still hunting down genes interspersed with long stretches of mostly useless DNA."...
Albert Einstein in his lectures frequently mentioned that we use a very limited part of our creative and intellectual capacities in our life.
I don't believe that any of our DNA is useless. It is rather that our scientist can as yet not see what to look for.
"(No one)... can interpret a life and destiny at a level higher than that at which he himself functions." Dane Rudyar.
During my life with the Hopi Indians I observed in the activities of the Elders skills which seemed uncomprehensible to me. At first their ability Of telepathic communication seamed like magic to me.
In my Oxford dictionary telepathy is described as "an action of one mind on another at a distance through emotional influence without the use of senses." "Sense , Any of the special bodily faculties by which sensation is roused ( the five senses - sight, hearing, smell, taste, touch;)"
My Hopi teachers told me, in the way they would teach to all their children, how to use my senses. I was taught to hear with my inner ear. Thus I would hear the meaning of the sounds which surround me. The voice of the wind, the walk of the rattle snake, the voice of the eyes looking at me. To smell with my inner sense of smelling, to see with my inner eyes, to taste and touch with my inner faculties of taste and touch. To taste in such a way I had to keep the leaf, fruit etc. for a long time in my mouth chewing it , or smelling it in a deep way. Thus medicinal plants would tell me exactly how I could use them in my healing work or speak of the mysteries of those parts of their lives which are hidden to us.
Maybe the Hopi knew something which is hidden in the so called useless parts of our DNA. Our scientists coming from a purely materialistic background cannot see what in their eyes does not exists.
If one stretches the thread of DNA contained in the nucleus of a human cell one obtains a two yard long thread 10 atoms wide.
The nucleus of a cell is equivalent in volume to 2-millionths of a fine pin head.
The two threads of DNA pack into this minute volume by coiling up endlessly on themselves thereby reconciling extreme length and infinitesimal smallness like a mythical serpent.
The human body is composed of about 100 thousand billion cells. The total length of the DNA in the human body is 125 billion miles, or 200 billion kilometres. This is only a rough estimate. The true number could be 100 times greater or smaller. Compare this to a Boeing 747 which, travelling for 75 years at 1,000 km/h would travel 657 million kilometres. The average distance between Saturn and the Sun is only 1,427, 000,000 kilometres.
from THE COSMIC SERPENT---DNA and THE ORIGIN OF KNOWLEDGE, by Jeremy Narby
I am in awe of the artistry in all things, the majesty of our
planet, the universe. Goethe said in some of his writings :
"Awe is the highest sentiment to be experienced by us. If a phenomenon awakens awe in us, we should be content; one can't be aware of anything higher and one should seek nothing beyond. Here is the limit."
I am in Awe, but there is something more, much more . I remember the days, weeks, months I spend with the Hopi and their teachings They would always say to me, "There is not a cloud in the sky if there is not a cloud in the heart of humans.
I know that there are sacred chambers in my body holding unknown gifts, holding the power to heal . I had to think of the last words of Christ to his apostles during the last supper. "Loved each other". These words are the key.
I was sitting thinking of the situation in Palestine , the frustration of the people of Palestine losing more and more of their land fighting for their freedom with stones and rocks as opposed to Israeli bombs. I was thinking of the Israelis fighting this war which is a continuation of a war fought more than two thousand years ago.
My heart was filled with love for the people of the Holyland, for all the people. I felt in a physical sense my love for them moving toward them in wide waves. My body became very hot and in my mind's eye I could see war scenes. Suddenly Israeli and Palestinian soldiers were stopping their warring activities, dropping their guns and walking toward each other, crying and embracing each other. "We are brothers together. What are we doing?"
Two days later I heard that the President elect of Israel had invited an Arab to be a minister in his cabinet.
detta@cosmicchild.org.uk
I
connected back to a previous journey into the Spirit world when
I had asked to meet the collective Soul of the Animals. The message
I had received then was profound. I had met the Animals Soul.
I saw the images they showed me. I heard the words:
The Contract Is Broken .
Now I needed to understand the meaning of these words. This time the Soul of the Animals showed herself to me as a pyramid of animals. The big ones, elephant, cow, deer, stag, bull, horse, zebra, bear large snake ape etc at the bottom. Above them were the smaller animals as wolf dog sheep goat monkey and so on. Birds were in between the other animals up to the very top where the smallest animals were, such as smallest insects, bacteria and single celled organisms. A soft indigo blue coloured mantel framed this triangle. At the top was a light reflecting sphere. The Soul of the Animals!
On my previous journey I had been shown the state of farming animals. I saw a very big white chicken trying to walk. Its legs were not any bigger than my little finger. They broke under its weight and size. The chicken collapsed, even so it moved its wings trying to fly. But the wings had been cut early on in its life. I was shown cows dragging their udders over the ground when they were taken to the meadow. Machines not human hands were ever touching them during milking. I was shown activities in slaughter houses where the cattle sheep and pigs were driven one by one to be slaughtered. All through these scenes human hands were counting money. Mostly greedy hands of animal handlers and bank clerks. It was a picture of naked greed.
This time I asked the Animal's Soul what had been meant by the words, "the contract is broken". Many large eyes were looking at me holding my eyes. The intensity of their gaze moved me deeply. Their answer to my question was: Animals were never meant to be turned into factory products, nor objects of medical and pharmacological experimenting.
Then I saw how it used to be.
Animals hunting for food, eating smaller animals, animals grazing, eating fruits and drinking water. Humans gathering plants, seeds, nuts for food. I saw insects looking for nectar and doing their insect things as they broke down dead creatures and all dead matter to return to Mother Earth. Humans performing a purifying ceremony, where they met the spirit of the animals they were seeking to hunt for their food, followed by the hunt itself. I saw people gathering leaves and fruit after asking and receiving permission from the mother plants.
I became aware of a cycle of giving, one nurturing the other and Mother Earth receiving all beings by the end of their lives. I saw the connection between all and felt the harmony and beauty in this procession of life. I saw our planet as a constant moving entity, the Creator loving her creation.
Then I asked, "How can we heal Gaia and the cycle. What can we do to heal ourselves ?"
The answer to this question came clearly
Food is there for all of creation to experience communion with itself. Eating is a sacred act, preparing food is a sacrament. The meal is experienced with thankfulness and love in consciousness. The beings who have given themselves to us willingly live on in our bodies, in our acts. The time of food gathering in consciousness, the preparation, the cooking to sharing the meal is all sacred.
Then the images slowly faded and I was back in the ordinary world.
I felt I had been gifted and honoured by this beautiful communication I had received from the Soul of the Animals. Here it is to be shared.
I recently joined astrology class. The insights I gain are fascinating. Our teachers use intervals of meditation to let us experience the different attributes and characters of the different signs, planets and the various positions.
During one of these guided meditations, I did not immediately find myself in my mothers womb as it was suggested. I found myself lying on a stretcher in a makeshift field hospital somewhere in France. It was the year 1915. I was a young soldier and had received several body wounds and lost one of my legs in a recent battle. I did not feel any pain. I knew that I was dying. An old, very familiar looking man was sitting at my bedside. It felt as if I knew him. It was good to have him beside me. He spoke to me about his young daughter. He was concerned about her future. He asked me to look after her. When I looked at him he had gone.
Then I was in my mothers womb. I had chosen my mother and my father. Conjunct Saturn and Jupiter in the first house in the sign of Libra.
What I remember through the first years of my beginning was that I wanted to help and to protect my mother.
She was educated to become a Lady in Waiting at the Bavarian court. By the end of the First World War she was 18 years old. The political situation in Germany had changed and she was happy to be free of such commitments, and married my father, a young journalist from Berlin.
It was at a writers gathering that they first saw each other. My father later would tell us how he met my Grandfather and his two beautiful daughters. My mother wore a white dress, a pale blue silk band around her waist with real white and pink roses attached to it. He was enchanted! A week later my grandfather received a letter asking for the hand of his younger daughter in marriage.
Silence is what I remember from my birth. Silence and the cold, scratchy hands of the midwife and the dryness of cloth on my body. I must have missed the sound of my mother's beating heart. The bright light of lamps hurt my eyes. I was born at three in the morning in late September. I was given the names of my mother Brigitte, her best friend Renate, my Grandmothers Anna and Alice, and my aunts Margarete and Gabriele.
I remember my mother standing in front of a mirror. She had her back to me, brushing her long blond hair. I was in a high pram of the type fashionable at the time and I wanted to see her face. My attempts to sit up to see better did not work. Looking at my mother I was sad because I knew that she missed her parents and friends. She was not happy. I wanted to help her, to protect her.
I was three years old when my grand father died. I thought that he and the moon were the same people. I remember being soothed when I discovered that the Moon was still in the sky.
Then new events said to me,
"Don't move. A sublime generosity
is coming toward you."
And old love said, "Stay with me."
I said, "I will"
You are the fountain of the sun's light.
I am a willow shadow on the ground.
You make my raggedness silky.
The soul at dawn is like darkened water
That slowly begins to say Thank you, thank you.
Then at sunset again, Venus gradually changes
into the moon and then the whole nightsky.
This comes of smiling back
at your smile.
The chess master says nothing,
other than moving the silent chess piece.
That I am part of the ploys
of this game makes me
amazingly happy.
Jelaluddin Rumi detta@cosmicchild.org.uk
Thank you for the "Deeper into the Journey " weekend - i found it extraordinarily powerful, and it was also very timely. The journey when we merged with our power animals to see the situation with their eyes was when i went to visit my mother to look at what was going on with her difficulties in leaving her earthwalk. On the evening before i had met my maternal grandmother at my power place (which is in the Falklands, where my Grandmother died, when my mother was 6 years old). I hadn't asked her to be there - she just appeared on the beach and i had a chance to ask her about reincarnation. She totally knocked my socks off by saying she had reincarnated as me...... which gave me a bit of a shock to say the least and i spend some time telling her that she must be mistaken! Anyway, i took this to mean that i carry a part of her in my DNA. She said that she had done this in order to keep an eye on her children who she had been so sad to leave. Suddenly my concern for my aunt and uncle, and about the way they seem to want to talk to me about things over the last few years rather than their own children and how, all through my life i have had the sense of mothering my own mother, even from around 5 years old, made perfect sense. Anyway, back to the 'merging' journey. I was my power animal, lying under my mother's bed watching my grandmother in a white dress sitting in the chair a few feet from the bed 'reeling her daughter in'. I can't put in writing what the thread looked like coming from my mother's umbilical region, because it was pure spirit, but i'll never forget it. There was no talking on this journey but with that came the knowing that this is a mother's role - to reel in the life essence of their child at death. And if the mother hasn't died herself, then it is the grandmother's task.
Two weeks after this journey my mother finally let go.
Her death was incredibly beautiful. On the Monday after i got back from ...(the workshop), the nurses called me to come in because they noticed a big change in her condition and from then until April 21st she just gently and peacefully went. I had a strong sense of my grandmother in the room and was talking to her as much as to my mother. Towards the end i stopped playing music so much on the CD player and found myself singing to my mother and remembering the Irish songs that she told me her mother used to sing to her. It was a time of love and compassion that filled my heart to overflowing. She died without any medical intervention whatever, just after the dawn chorus on a very blue skied sunny morning, exactly 2 weeks ago. The funeral had people saying it was loveliest they had ever attended - and i take full credit for that- but then i had had lots of time to prepare it! It had been quite a rite of passage for me and i am so grateful for the shamanic teachings i 've had throughout to help make it how it was.
This May Schumacher College offered a course on shamanism. titled:
"Other ways of Knowing" Shamanism and the Natural World".
Each week a different person of academic achievement in the above subject was to present shamanism to the course participants. In the first week I went to the Wednesday evening public lecture by John Broomfield. He referred much to his book Other ways of Knowing. Sometimes when he spoke about his personal experiences of shamanism he captured my attention fully. At other times when he attempted to take the group through a shamanic experience he was weak. He should not have drummed. His drum had no voice, that was unfortunate. The sound of the drum needs to be strong. To the shaman the drum is his horse that takes her on the journey to the other worlds.
For the second week Jonathan Horwitz had been invited to bring an experience of shamanism to the Group. I bring here his words which the College used for his course description:
"Since the beginning, one of the shaman's main tasks has been to help to maintain the balance between his people and the rest of Creation. This has been accomplished in many ways. One of the Shaman's most important tools is the ability to change her state of consciousness, enabling him to see into the Otherworld, the World of the Spirits, to journey there, and to meet and interact with the Spirit-Helpers and Teachers. The shaman is aware that all that exists is alive with spirit, that there is no such thing as an inanimate object. This week will be an experiential introduction to the shamans work with his own environment, and by extension, with the Universe. The work concentrates on learning to change from our ordinary states of consciousness to the shaman's state of consciousness. With the help of singing, dancing, drumming, ritual and being alone in Nature, we will directly contact the Spirits of Nature, asking them for help with the issues which face us today as co-inhabitants of this planet. The main emphasis of this week will be to hear, to listen, to understand and to learn through our own experiences from the Spirits of Nature which have always surrounded and supported us. We will also seek to find each our own heart-felt responsibility for the gift of living on the Earth." Jonathan Horwitz, wow. shaman-center.do
When Jonathan taught at the Schumacher College he asked me if I would speak to his students about my experience with the Hopi people in Arizona. I always like to talk about them and said yes.
One morning I sat in the circle looking at the students as they all said their names. I felt their energy. It was an attentive group. I thought of speaking about the Hopi concept of time. For some reason I did not, I began to tell stories. When the session was over the students had just started to ask questions and we had to continued over lunch. Some of them said that I should write a book about my encounters with the Hopi.
Dan Katchongva had told me once not to write a book about the them. This is because he had observed that usually when people read a book they are excited about it for a day or two, then forget about it and it ends up on the book shelf or in a second hand book shop. So, I never thought to write. He said that to speak about my Hopi experience would touch people more deeply.
I met the Hopi and spent many long visits with them between 1965 and 76, helping them with planting and harvest. Even after I had left my job in Los Angeles and moved to England I would still visit them for several more years.
Looking back I realised how deeply my life had changed from knowing the Hopi. My sense of time had changed forever. I met an infinite other within me, my real self, my true self. I began to live my every day in the acceptance of this life as a wonderful opportunity to clear unfinished business from other times, and an opportunity to gain understanding. I began to live in a different consciousness. As long as Dan Katchongva lived he would instil Hopi wisdom into my open soul. Often I saw Katchinas around him especially when we were outside. Katchinas are spirits of large size who live in the St Francisco mountains and come at certain times during the year to help the Hopi people.
One time in preparation for days of Kachina Dances and Ceremonies I helped Helen Kootchongsie to bake pike bread for the dancers. For thousands of years the pike bread ovens have been built under ground made from clay. The oven was heated by Helen beforehand. When it was hot enough we went down to make the bread. Helen had her hair done in traditional Hopi style, very black and quite loose. Because of the heat we wore nothing but short loose skirts. Suddenly to me the scene changed. We had become two ancient women involved in the sacred act of make the spirit bread for the Katchinas. We were in a time loop thousands of years earlier serving the Gods by making sacred Pike for them, the essence, or spirit, they will absorb. Towards the end of the dancing the material part of the pike is shared amongst the children.
Another time I was helping Caroline Tawangyowma with the preparations for Wowoshin. We had been working grinding blue corn which was to be blessed in the kiva and ready to be used the next day. The Kivas are birthing places, always underground, they are places of ceremony, of art, songs and prayers. Wowoshin at the end of November is to celebrate the new year. The men were praying and drumming in their different kivas for several days and nights in preparation for the big days.
On the evening before, Caroline and I slept together in her and Ralf's bed under cozy warm sheep furs. We were facing a little window, a small square of starlit sky. It was not a night for sleeping, we were wide awake. As the full moon moved across our window it lit up the walls of the small room, and that is when we experienced light beings, the ancients, around us. The smell of the animal skins, the bright night, the wide silence, the occasional call of an owl brought again for me the sensation.of living in another time. Grandmother Caroline was praying. Her Hopi words were no longer a strange language to me anymore, I seemed to understand.
At 3 am we got up. Two women I did not know had come to dress me as a Hopi woman and we all walked out and somewhat down from the top of the Mesa. Someone had given me some blue corn meal. We joined a group of Hopi people who were standing along the edge of a foot path. Looking down I noticed a miniature world of little pueblo houses, forests, fields and animals. I was seeing a three dimensional landscape which had entered and walked through for a long time. All of us began to sprinkle blue corn meal on the houses and paths, there were drummers and the women chanted. Caroline told me later that we blessed the reenactment of the migration of the Hopi from south to north and east to west. The ceremony lasted all day and ended witht visiting the different clan kivas all throug the night from kiva to kiva, where the dancers distributed gifts of corn bred and fruits to women and children.
For the Hopi Time is a body of experiences in which human beings are given the utmost freedom to develop and ripen. According to the Hopi, Time is not a linear chain of events but a continual challenge to heal and grow in the eternal now. For them the only perpose of beeing is to become clear mirror , mirroring back to the Creator the beauty of his,her reation. Or to become a clear echo to the sound of God. It may take many and various lifes of learning to acheave this.
A Chakra Meditation
1st Chakra, base of spine.
See there a RED sun. In the centre of the sun is a bud and as you breath in and out of the bud it opens into a beautiful blossom.
Know that you are in the place of Release and Letting Go. As you breath in and out you release all your old habit patterns.
2nd Chakra, below the navel.
See there an Orange Sun. In the centre of the sun is a bud and as you breath in and out of the bud it opens into a beautiful blossom.
Know that you are in the place of Strength and Judgment. As you breath in and out know that you are freeing yourself from all harsh judgments towards yourself and towards others. You are standing in your own strength and place of discernment.
3rd Chakra, above the navel.
See there a YELLOW sun. In the centre of the sun is a bud and as you breath in and out of the bud it opens into a beautiful blossom.
Know that you are in the place of Divine Order. As you breath in and out know that there is divine order in your body, mind and spirit, and divine order in all your relationships on all levels.
4th Chakra, The Heart
See there a GREEN sun, the colour of spring grass. In the centre of the sun is a bud and as you breath in and out of the bud it opens into a beautiful blossom.
Know that you are in the place of Divine Love. As you breath in and out you feel this love flow through you from this place out into the world, love for yourself and towards others, and feel love flowing into your heart from the divine.
5th Chakra, back of the throat.
See there a TURQUOISE sun. In the centre of the sun is a bud and as you breath in and out of the bud it opens into a beautiful blossom.
Know that you are in the place of Personal Power. As you breath in and out know that you are standing in your own truth, speaking your own truth and being true to yourself.
6th Chakra, the brow.
See there an INDIGO sun. In the centre of the sun is a bud and as you breath in and out of the bud it opens into a beautiful blossom.
Know that you are in the place of Diving Wisdom and Understanding. As you breath in and out know that you are in the place of intuition and clarity, able to see beyond the ordinary and the obvious.
7th Chakra, the crown.
See there a LAVENDER sun. In the centre of the sun is a bud and as you breath in and out of the bud it opens into a beautiful blossom.
Know that you are in the place of Diving Connection and Cosmic Consciousness. As you breath in and out know that you are in the place where you may receive messages from the divine and bring them to mind, body and spirit, and also that you are in the place of ecstasy.
Now move up to a spot just a few inches above your head See there a WHITE sun. In the centre of the sun is a bud and as you breath in and out of the bud it opens into a beautiful blossom.
Know that you are in the place of Diving Healing. See a cascade of white droplets come from the White blossom and fall around you like a fountain of healing light. As it enters you through the first chakra and moves up through your body it collects all the colours and becomes a rainbow fountain bringing divine healing to every part of your body and to all levels of your being.
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about feeling14 March 2007