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I just recently finished up my two-year training program in the Incan Mysteries shamanic medicine wheel.
If you've seen my meditation room mural (in the gallery section), you'll see what the 4 cardinal directions briefly stand for, and what the archetype (power animal) of each direction is.
The final weekend was the East direction, the direction of the visionary, the direction where Eagle resides.
To be a visionary, means that you hold an image of something you wish to manifest. You don't "do" anything other than hold the image or vision. Holding the image is being the image. It is the ultimate form of compassion, because for a moment you are giving up your individuality for the image.
This can be applied to healing, as you just hold the image of your client in a healthy and balanced state. There is no protocol, manipulation of energy, use of Reiki, or what have you. You just sit and hold the image. And if that person's "destiny" is not to be whole in that moment, then the manifestation of the image you hold will not happen immediately, but rather when the time is right. This may make the visionary seem to be cold or distant.
One of the things my teacher taught, was that all our religions, philosophies, spiritual ideals, etc. are metaphors. We often don't have the language to adequately describe the metaphysical, so we create metaphors to understand them. But the metaphor lessens the power of the image, since it is using language to describe the indescribable. That is what the visionary does, is hold the image without having to understand it. But since we live in a world with language, we still think in forms of metaphor. Changing the metaphor will often create a paradigm shift.
So she had us do an exercise in changing the metaphor. We were to free-write for 15 minutes or so, and then share what we wrote to the group. We were to write "My life as a River."
I'd like to share what I wrote:
So then we all shared, and everyone had something beautiful. Some were poetic, some were brutally blunt, and some were child-like. But what was evident is that all were inspired from the heart!
My instructor then wanted us to do a second writing exercise. To write what our life as a river would be from this point forward. See, part of being a visionary is summoning your own destiny and letting that destiny live through you. Holding that image, so to speak. Even if you don't know what that destiny is while you are holding that image.
Here is what I wrote:
We ended the weekend with a series of ceremony. I won't go into all the minutia, but ultimately the final ceremony was we all took turns blessing one another while still in an altered state from doing the ceremony and a journey. We were to stand before each of our fellow students and teachers, and bless them with a completely open heart full of love. We weren't to project love, so much as just be love, wholely, for that other person, in that moment.
Guys and gals, that was the single most poignant, significant, and beautiful moment I've ever experienced in my entire life. Bar none. I'm tearing up right now as I think about, remember, and process that moment.
I just wanted to share that moment I had, and share what I wrote as inspired by my heart.
Love and Light!
If you've seen my meditation room mural (in the gallery section), you'll see what the 4 cardinal directions briefly stand for, and what the archetype (power animal) of each direction is.
The final weekend was the East direction, the direction of the visionary, the direction where Eagle resides.
To be a visionary, means that you hold an image of something you wish to manifest. You don't "do" anything other than hold the image or vision. Holding the image is being the image. It is the ultimate form of compassion, because for a moment you are giving up your individuality for the image.
This can be applied to healing, as you just hold the image of your client in a healthy and balanced state. There is no protocol, manipulation of energy, use of Reiki, or what have you. You just sit and hold the image. And if that person's "destiny" is not to be whole in that moment, then the manifestation of the image you hold will not happen immediately, but rather when the time is right. This may make the visionary seem to be cold or distant.
One of the things my teacher taught, was that all our religions, philosophies, spiritual ideals, etc. are metaphors. We often don't have the language to adequately describe the metaphysical, so we create metaphors to understand them. But the metaphor lessens the power of the image, since it is using language to describe the indescribable. That is what the visionary does, is hold the image without having to understand it. But since we live in a world with language, we still think in forms of metaphor. Changing the metaphor will often create a paradigm shift.
So she had us do an exercise in changing the metaphor. We were to free-write for 15 minutes or so, and then share what we wrote to the group. We were to write "My life as a River."
I'd like to share what I wrote:
My Life as River
A dribble of sweat from an exposed limestone bedrock was I, as I sluiced with the rain into a small meandering flow. I was part of the flow, not by choice, but because the forces of nature placed me there. I flowed along with a naivety born of a wet-behind the ears view of the world, always looking up in wonderment and dreaming. And my tiny flow, conglomerate of other rock sweat, joined a larger, all consuming flow. A confluence of flows from all over that set aside their dropness to be a part of the greater water. There were many rapids as the greater flow narrowed and rocks stood in the way, from which new droops joined. And then a great fall over a cliff face. The great crash upon the ground below separated me from the flow. I existed as that individual lost drop of rock sweat, bouncing from one stagnant eddy to the next. Afraid to rejoin the flow, but also in fear of drying up on my own. When finally I found a way to enjoy my own wetness and to travel with the greater flow without fear of re-subsumation. And that was when I was spilled into a vastness I could never have imagined and yet had always hoped was there. The ocean was before me and I was overjoyed. Yes this lone drop of rock sweat has entered its ocean of possibility, retained sense of self, while enjoying knowing the recombination does not mean subsumation. I am a lone drop in a wide ocean and I am the ocean, and I love the possibilities.
So then we all shared, and everyone had something beautiful. Some were poetic, some were brutally blunt, and some were child-like. But what was evident is that all were inspired from the heart!
My instructor then wanted us to do a second writing exercise. To write what our life as a river would be from this point forward. See, part of being a visionary is summoning your own destiny and letting that destiny live through you. Holding that image, so to speak. Even if you don't know what that destiny is while you are holding that image.
Here is what I wrote:
My life as a river: Who am I becoming?
I am a drop of rock sweat swirling about an ocean. An ocean with infinite possibilities. I am the ocean. The force of the tide. The temperature of the depths both boiling and frigid. The crush of pressure. The medium for an infinite number or organisms. The salt of life. The only external tug is the ocean gently asking me to assume my place. The depths of my wonder are unfathomable. Where shall I go? Shall I empower the tides? Shal I steep in life and procreate with (or within?) the ocean? Shall I plumb the depths and brave the extremes to be reborn a drop of prophet? Am I thinking to grand? Perhaps. When I look to my heart, that warm center of my rock sweat wetness, I find unsurety. But whatI am absolutely sure of is that my greatness, my grand exploits, will not be measured by shorelines conquered or mountains eroded, but by a single spark of lightening, inspiration. My path as the ocean is to inspire that crackle of lightening so that others may join me in that ocean. How will I be this version of the ocean? Again grand ideas, with grand outcomes flow into my mind. But ultimately it does not matter how, or what, or why, or when, or how significant. It only matters that this drop of rock sweat--this ocean--inspire. So that others may be empowered within the ocean. I am the ocean of inspiration and I don't care if anyone knows.
We ended the weekend with a series of ceremony. I won't go into all the minutia, but ultimately the final ceremony was we all took turns blessing one another while still in an altered state from doing the ceremony and a journey. We were to stand before each of our fellow students and teachers, and bless them with a completely open heart full of love. We weren't to project love, so much as just be love, wholely, for that other person, in that moment.
Guys and gals, that was the single most poignant, significant, and beautiful moment I've ever experienced in my entire life. Bar none. I'm tearing up right now as I think about, remember, and process that moment.
I just wanted to share that moment I had, and share what I wrote as inspired by my heart.
Love and Light!
what a wonderful experience to write and focus on the journey.
