Astrologer, published author, conference presenter, world traveler, founder & editor of Crone Chronicles: A Journal of Conscious Aging (1989-2001) , and founding visionary of Green Acres Permaculture Village (2010 to present).
Re: Our Sunday Meditations.
I was musing on how “scared” is an anagram of “sacred,” (which are, in turn, cognates for Fear and Love), when I came across this:
Notice that the word “alchemize” is used.
From there I segued to a website, www.scaredandsacred.com, run by Michelle Hubbard, a “transformation specialist.” I especially appreciate her phrase, “Let’s be SCARED and SACRED together.” In other words, no matter how courageous, how open hearted we become, we are also vulnerable. In fact, the more open-hearted, the more vulnerable to others.
Indeed, I can remember sitting in a tipi with elderwomen of a Native tribe in California, with one of my young relatives. I was there to accompany her on some kind of training, though I no longer remember what it was. This was at least 15 years ago, maybe more. In any case, what was burned into memory is that when it was my time to speak (each of us was to say a few words to encourage our young charge), and spoke of going around the world with an “open-heart,” I was immediately shut down by the Native elders. “NO! She needs to keep her heart closed, until she knows she can trust someone.”
Though I’ve long pondered this warning, I simply can’t, don’t, won’t go along with it. In fact, what I’ve noticed is that as long as my heart is open, with the unlimited love of the universe flowing through and lighting my way, then the universe protects and nourishes my sacred path.
Indeed, what I notice on my daily walks with puppy Shadow, is that as I lift mine eyes to directly contact the soul of another through his or her eyes, at that exact moment a strong, nearly overwhelming current runs between us; or better yet, through us. We reach for, and swim within, the frequency of Love together. I’d say that, at this point, approximately 80% of my fleeting encounters are of this nature. Each one energizes me enormously! So grateful.
This is NOT to say that I don’t have a “shit-detector.” Indeed, it’s a mile-long by this time! After nearly 79 years I’ve had my share of experiences — some of them over a year long! — which turned out to be NOT what my idealistic self had hoped, expected, longed for. Looking back, I recognize: I was taken in, not by another, but by my projection upon that other. Rather than noting unconscious attitudes within myself that I disliked and needed to alchemize, I projected them out, rendering the interpersonal situation ripe for conflict, drama.
So, to me, the key is to continuously recognize that my conscious self is but the tip of a deep iceberg, hiding an enormous unconscious wealth that, unless I work on constantly moving into relationship with its contents, I will create conflict in the outer world.
That unconscious, underwater wealth is sacred. And the extent to which I am “scared” of what’s “down there,” IS the extent to which I am attracted to alchemizing it into Love.
As I used to say to myself, back in my cautious ’20s: “Whatever I’m both afraid of and fascinated by, that is what I must do.” And then, as a corollary to this principle, added a year or so later: “Just try not to make the same mistake twice!” Which is of course, impossible. We learn by consciously recognizing the patterns we have created with our behavior. And a pattern is created only when we have made the “same mistake” at least twice.
I must say, I am so glad Colin suggested we do our regular meditation every Sunday morning, at 8 AM. SO much better than doing it at the exact moment of each quarter Moon. For three reasons: 1) we echo and honor that exact Full Moon at 29° Leo conjunct Regulus on Sunday, August 22 at 8:02 AM, when a few of us, scattered across the world, began to meditate, alone and together, like Lions, courageously opening our Loving hearts with compassion for those Sheeple whose Fear still cripples them; 2) it’s so much easier than figuring out when the quarter Moons are every 7.5 days or so, and furthermore — as Gurdjieff once said, “humans are food for the Moon” — that’s enough! It’s time we let go of tidal swings of emotion, and see through to the infinite cosmic presence in which our Earth/Moon duet is held; and 3) it’s wonderful for me to once again devote a small part of each Sunday morning to some kind of spiritual observance — especially with my own son!
Keep in mind that I was raised Catholic, and that my boys were not. In my early 20s, I began to gradually exit from that extremely strong childhood indoctrination — and I wonder if Colin even knows that it was when I accidentally got pregnant again with him, despite birth control, that I decided to leave the church. Finally, I realized that I needed to be sovereign over my own body, no matter “the Church”‘s demand that I NOT practice anything but the notoriously inexact “rhythm” method of birth control.
In any case, both boys were raised without religious observance of any kind. And certainly neither of them was ever up for some kind of Sunday Meditation! So color me delighted when Colin arrived at about 7:30 AM this morning, ready to do the third Sunday Meditation together with me.
He wanted to do a meditation where we would energetically use our Love to carve out a tunnel to the core of the earth and then shoot back up again, vertically through our bodies and up into the sky, raining down Love everywhere to alchemize Fear before descending once again, to the core. Both descent and ascent done with the breath, while holding our anti-parasitic Ivermectin syringes in our cupped hands. Okay.
I set up a tiny table in front of us, covered with a good cloth, under which the cat Tiger immediately crawled. Placed upon it a candle shaped like a rose, and sage in a sea shell for burning, to clear both of us before we began to meditate.
I followed along with his instructions during the meditation, but found myself visualizing a mushroom cloud . . . now I knew that this visualization probably was due to the fact that I had listened to the latest Clif High audio in the middle of the night, where he talked about five remote viewers having all independently seen a mushroom cloud for September. Clif, notably, did NOT see this happening. Then, after our meditation, I noticed that Tarot by Janine also addressed the issue of the remotely viewed mushroom cloud, and her cards also told her no, that this would not happen, even though, her cards claimed, like so much else, it certainly had been a plan by the bad guys.
In any case, back to the meditation: I kept seeing a mushroom cloud, and yet, because I have worked for years to shift the significance of that cloud, it did not yank me into F.E.A.R. Instead, I energetically did what I always do, alchemize the mushroom cloud as symbolic of a nuclear explosion of human creativity.
And that, as you can imagine, felt very good.
Our intense session was suddenly complete, after only 15 minutes, though we did take a few minutes to tell each other of our experience.
Onward!
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”And you? My teacher looked up, his left eyebrow arched, pencil poised. 'I want to do a paper on the concept of time.’” I mumbled, timidly. 'Time?' He sniffed. “I wouldn’t touch the subject. Too difficult.” — AK, 1967
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Astrologer, published author, conference presenter, world traveler, founder & editor of Crone Chronicles: A Journal of Conscious Aging (1989-2001) , and founding visionary of Green Acres Permaculture Village (2010 to present).
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Thanks for this one, Ann! I resonate with the part…