I have been working with Shamanic Meditations recently, the healing work with Querida mainly (see previous posts), and felt drawn to see where they would lead from the persepctive of the balance within myself, the herd, and everything else we are connected with.
Balance seemed to be the word that was uppermost in my thinking, my intention for the meditation if you like.
It started when I was thinking about blood sugars. The sun is out, the grass is growing, some of it already gone to seed in these weird weather patterns.
The grass on the land I reside on is doing what it needs to do. It is giving of itself in balance with everything else. It has not been fertilised for five years and it has been oversown with seed from the bio hay I get for the horses. It is still very damp and very wet. In a way this is also a blessing. The wet is leeching the sugars, clearing toxins, and cleaning the deep earth of all we humans like to add to it unnecessarily. Everything is balancing.
Now we need to balance our bodies. The herd and I tune into each other and go with the energy and flow of what is happening around us.
This journey is in two parts. The first part left me sensing there was more to explore, so I followed through the next day.
Part 1
"What do we need to release to bring Balance?"
First there is a sense of going to the root of everything - a sensation with the root chakra. Risada and Querida are on the right of me. Chocolate is on the left of me. Timmy is behind me. Neige is in front of me.
We walk forward as a herd, in time to the drums.
Risada moves to the centre. I become her. She becomes me.
Courage to the right of me (Querida). Patience to the left of me (Chocolate). Acceptance to the front of me (Neige). Truth behind me (Timmy).
We are in Balance. We walk forward, together in balance. Steps matching steps, breaths matching breaths, heartbeats matching heartbeats.
Rest
Air whirls through and around us. We release our ties to the earth and flow into the air, riding the air waves, going where it takes us. We are riding the threads of our connections.
We turn to our past selves.
The war horse holding me up as I ride her across the air. The wild plains horse behind. The postal pony to the right. The monk to the left, and the elephant leading the way.
All so as the soul names suggest :
Monk / Patience (Chocolate)
Elephant / Acceptance (Neige)
Plains Horse / Indians / Truth Seeking (Timmy)
Post Horse / Hippo/ Courage (Querida)
Heart Shield is the War Horse (Risada)
I am but the Learner and Explorer.
We are bound together. We are Balance. We are One. We are All.
We whirl together in total harmony. We are at the edge of something. An amazing sense of potential as the thread of connection between us shines brigter and brighter.
Neige leads us back to earth. As we land we ground deeply. The power is phenomenal. It is difficult to leave. Monk takes my hand and we sit in contemplation and gratitude. Strengthening the bond back to the earth.
Part 2
Are we ready to release our past?
Walking towards the edge of things, the solar plexus comes into the senses and the hips. Strengthening the core, the shoulders opening. Ankles and feet fizzing. Deep breaths..
Wanting to invite the herd in, but a catch in the throat. Why? Is it my place? Should I?
Follow my path. I was told that this morning by Risada. She showed me. She follows her own path. I should follow my own path.
I invite them in.
We form up as before and Timmy is herding us towards Truth. Risada centres with me as before. "Are we ready to release our pasts?"
We merge and ride towards a light. The light enfolds us and we turn and look back into the dark.
Paths are seen. Four paths converging at the fifth. Five paths coming into one. As we turn again towards the light only one path forward.
I look behind me again. Whay only five paths?
Risada is me. I am her. We have been always one path. What one releases as does the other. It has always been, and will always be. We have released what we need to take the next step. Turn towards the light. That is our path. Five paths as one.
One step.
Another step.
Moving in a line now as a wave moving forward. Five as one. Turning this way. Turning that. Following what calls us.
I stand in front of Risada. The five in a line behind me.
Five people stand in front of me. Two males. Three females.
Two dancers - my fathers parents dancing. Two females - my mother and her mother. All laughing and smiling and dancing and drumming.
I release them and they release me. We release each other. The four people fall back opening the path forward between them. I walk forward. The herd follow.
The fifth person jumps on Timmy. He is an old man. Ancient.
He fades away as we are back in the light. Back to our earthly selves.
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