tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10127115773815969162024-03-04T22:34:25.454-08:00Confessions of a Spiritual ApprenticeTuesday Mayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01434172588071973758noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012711577381596916.post-58281598157380482642013-08-16T18:46:00.001-07:002017-02-03T17:17:20.834-08:00Kundalini<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;">We all have our own unique <span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: yellow;">Kundalini </span>stories.... And if you have yet to experience one- it could sneak up on you when you least expect it- as it did with me. Om and Love <3</span></i><br />
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The year is 1991. I live in <i>Ireland. </i>I'm 19 years old and proud to have spent several years back-up singing in a funk band called 'The Way It Is'.<br />
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I meet my (then) boyfriend at the<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><b>Rock School</b> in <i>Balleyfermot. He'</i>s a bass player with such a thick Dublin accent, the Irish along the countryside have trouble understanding him. We form a band together, write songs, play gigs- and I move from back of the stage to 'front and center' as a lead vocalist. In our time together, we drink 5,000 pints of Guinness (I know- you thought that was impossible ha ha), and explore l.s.d. Three years later we are still together. I'm twenty-one, going to yoga class, and <i>busking</i> on Grafton Street. <i>Busking is a term used to describe a person performing music on the street</i>. My boyfriend is recording an album with a popular artist in <i>Wales, </i>and invites me
to stay for a while. A <i>Rock & Roll-Yoga Lifestyle,</i> a goat, and a flat rock (perhaps a vortex) in Wales ignites my first <span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: yellow;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"><b>Kundalini</b></span> </span>experience...</div>
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Before we go on, let me explain something. Some of you have responded to this post, to me personally by stating "how can you be 'spiritual' while drinking beer, smoking hash and taking l.s.d. You are setting a bad example etc." Remember this blog is called<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #cccccc;"> <span style="font-weight: bold;">Confessions </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">o</span>f a Spiritual Apprentice<b>.</b> Some folks think this particular story takes away from my credibility as a spiritual teacher, versus gaining me some <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;">pedestal</span>. Some come from a background where social drinking and drugs were the norm; as was my life growing up in Ireland. It doesn't make us bad people, nor does it stand to make our stories of spiritual transformation invalid. It is truth. Please humor me as I paint a picture of 5,000 pints of Guinness!.. </span></i><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">One's <b>past</b> inevitably leads to one's present. In my stories, I stumble onto a path of spiritual studies while 'socializing' in the above fashion. A warrior is allowed to have a past-we all do. I know reiki masters and spiritual teachers with great integrity who have come from heavy drug addiction, or an unpopular past-time (to some) such as stripping etc. This does not take anything away from their credibility. In fact this may allow teachers a wider spectrum of compassion and understanding, as they hold space for students of similar backgrounds. This is how enlightenment works (sometimes).</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #403027;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"> </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: xx-small;">I do not advocate my route of experience to be the way for others to follow. I merely offer a colorful palate to reflect upon.</span></i></span><br />
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While visiting in Wales I have plenty of downtime. I practice yoga and
meditation daily, atop a flat rock away from the recording studio and cottage area. A friendly goat accompanies me, and continues to visit each day. I decide he is a <i>time traveller </i>goat- because one moment he is not there at all, and the next he is standing less than three feet away. I am never startled, but more impressed by his quiet passage and posture. His ability to hold 'standing goat pose' for two hours (minimum) is encouraging. I attempt to copy his stillness while balancing on one leg in Vriksasana/Tree Pose. <br />
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On the final evening of my visit, we (my boyfriend, the band, and the record producer) walk through pitch black dirt roads to the local pub. It is here I realize just how far <i>out in the wild</i> we are. This tiny town has less than two hundred inhabitants. There are no street-lamps, few cars, and no lights shining from a <i>far and away </i>city I can see, no matter what direction I look. I enjoy having a pint (which often means having at least five over the duration of pub-time. This is warm up for the <i>afters. </i>The 'afters'<i> </i>are<i> </i>the drinks you drink after the pub closes!<br />
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Back at the cottage we blast Oasis on a 'kicking' stereo system (remember it's the early 90's) and begin the <b>afters</b> with tall cans of luke warm Heinekin and cigarettes, while the guys make hash joints. These band mates are crazy drunk! There is much horse-play and laughter accompanied by dancing on the pool table. I am inebriated and can barely get up to pee. In a drunken~stoned haze I wonder about my goat friend. I leave early tomorrow morning, before my usual visit to the flat rock. Maybe I won't see him again. I decide I must make an escape from the craziness of this mini party and go out into the wild to see <i>my</i> goat one last time. I duck away and push at the heavy wooden door sloppily. I don't remember it being this hard to open, but then again I'm plastered. I check to see if it's locked and it's not. I gain all my strength and push the door so hard I end up falling to the ground on the other side of it. At this moment Alice in Wonderland has nothing on me. <br />
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A staggered fall pushes me to the ground. I lay helpless as the door slams shut behind me. It's hard to <i>focus</i> when your dizzy drunk... and why is it so dark out here? I cannot lift my head, or even feel where my head is in relation to my body. Maybe I have slipped through some wormhole to an unknown land. Just then I hear a blur of music and shouting from inside the cottage. Feeling relieved I peel my face and palms from the gravel and leaves I lay upon. Momentarily I wonder if I should find the magic door again and go back inside. But wait. What about the goat? He <i>needs me</i> to say goodbye. Gathering my warrior power, I decide I have come too far to turn back, and make my way to the flat rock. I crawl on hands and knees. Using my inner-compass, I slowly navigate the way.<br />
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In heavy darkness I sense the goat is nowhere to be found, but I decide to sit atop my special rock anyway. Out of breath and partially exhausted, I do my best to sit up tall and perform a lazy half
lotus pose. Just as my foot comes into place, I am transported to another realm where sobriety rules. I am no longer tired, out of breath or drunk. In fact, every part of my body is now turned on and tuned in- to another part of myself that I find hard to describe because I have never felt this before. A strange tingle at the bottom of my spine causes me to I close my eyes and sit a little taller. A swooping of
circular energy begins to swirl around my body. The swirling is accompanied by a deep and
rhythmical ‘voom, voom, voom, voom’. The sound gets louder and louder. I feel my hair being blown around and my clothes are flapping in the windy reverberation of this sound. With closed eyes I decide a helicopter has approached and is now hovering above me. This can be the only explanation for this madness. I open my eyes to view the insanity of this chopper. At the precise moment I open my eyes, there is no sound, no wind, no chopper- and no propelling energy. I close my eyes
again, and the sounds and feelings return. This time a deep vibration at
the base of my spine begins to travel upwards. As it does, I feel the
rotation of this helicopter energy swell up around me and through my spine. The vibration moving up my spine becomes more and more
intense. It feels like I could possibly be swooped upward into the eye of this energy hurricane.<br />
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I again open my eyes. This causes a ‘pause’ to the surge of energy moving up my spine, and it also stops the swirling winds and humming sounds that
encircle me. I quickly look around for my goat in this darkness. 'Maybe he knows what's going on'. I think to myself. I close my eyes for the final time, and the 'voom, voom, voom, voom' noise becomes so loud- I feel it (the only way I can describe it is-) <i>pierce</i> me. It's like when I got my nose or nipple pierced, except this piercing is happening on an invisible plane I can <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;">feel</span> surging inside and outside of my body. The energy continues moving up my spine, and with a crack- breaks through the top of my head. As it does, the swooping
wind and blowing noise that once surrounded and filled me up- finally stops. As it does, I open my eyes again and softly fall sideways. My face gently meets with the cooling smoothness of the flat rock. Again? I say out loud in a humorous tone, remarking on my ability to fall more than once on this evening. I then lay in stillness for some time and begin to quietly sob. I touch the crown of my head, where the<i> energy whirlwind </i>broke through me, and feel the bump from diving into the <b>shallow end</b> (see blog post entitled Shallow End) of the
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Five years later while working at the Bodhi Tree Bookstore, I share my helicopter/whirlwind/spinal
shock experience with a fellow employee who responds; “That, my friend was the
Kundalin rising in you!” He then tracked down several passages from a variety
of metaphysical and spiritual books and told me to "Read". While they all certainly reflected similar experiences to mine, not one of them mentioned anything about a goat.~ Om <span style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, tahoma, helvetica, freesans, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">© Tuesday May Thomas 2013</span><br />
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I got such gluff about my weight when I was a kid. Anytime I would jump in the pool during summer, all the kids would scream and run for cover because they complained I was a ‘big fat whale’. Apparently my belly-flops caused them to get splashed, even though they were already wet from swimming.</div>
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One day I felt confident diving into the <b>shallow end</b> of my new babysitter's pool. I was over 5'5 and the shallow end was only 2 foot deep. I dove straight in, smacked my head on the bottom- and blacked out. My poor babysitter was un-nerved. She said they pulled me from the pool and I was out cold for ten minutes. I was apparently breathing, yet lifeless. It was 1980. People didn't call ambulances or 911 the way they do these days. I was a kid with a concussion. Happens all the time, right? I figure the concussion was an attunement of sorts. A seventh chakra awakening that came early on.</div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Latch Key Kid</span></div>
<span style="text-align: center;"> (c)TuesdayMayThomas</span><br />
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For two years, at the ages of 8 through 9, I was a latchkey kid- meaning my parents dropped me off
to school in the morning with my bike and I made my way the 4 miles home
by bicycle, not seeing them again until they returned home by 10.30pm at night. </div>
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I had a house key that my mom safety pinned to what ever shirt I was wearing on
any given day. I would let myself in after school, watch tv, do my homework and
make my own dinner. At that time mom was married to Ned, who had two children
from his previous marriage. Sometimes they stayed over on the weekend, but Monday through Friday I was on my own. Mom and Ned worked in Studio City- many miles away from our home in San Gabriel. <o:p></o:p></div>
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One
afternoon, around 3pm- hours before my parents would return from work- I
answered the phone to a familiar voice. I <i>thought
</i>it was my step-sister’s husband, ‘Miller’. The voice said a long drawn out “Hi.”
As if he knew who I was, and because<b> I
</b>thought <i>I knew</i> who he was, I said
“Hi” back. “What cha doin’?” asked the male voice. “Oh nothing- you know I’m
supposed to be doing homework, but the movie Superman is on right now- so I’m
gonna watch that first.” “Bad girl.” Responded the voice. I thought that was
weird because Miller never said ‘bad girl’ to me before, nor had I ever heard
him say that phrase. I shrugged it off and continued answering a string of yes
or no questions the voice asked me about my day at school. </div>
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Next, the Miller voice
asked me what I was wearing, to which I described my overalls and grey slip on
tennis shoes. That question was followed by the male voice asking me: “What
color panties are you wearing?” I paused, feeling an odd buzzing in my stomach
and hung up the phone. I knew something was wrong with what Miller, or the
voice started to ask me. I counted to ten and then called my mom at work and
told her what happened. The very next day I had a baby-sitter with a sister who
had a pool where I later got a concussion.<span style="font-size: xx-small; text-align: center;">(c)TuesdayMayThomas</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">Physical Paralysis aka 'The Grey' </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">©TuesdayMayThomas</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><br /></span></div>
I
began experiencing the ‘grey’ while living in Ireland at the age of sixteen.
It’s that place where I’m not asleep and not awake, but somewhere in between.
For me, the grey occurs at random intervals of about eight times a year. When
in the grey, my body becomes frozen, to the point where I can only blink or
move my eyeballs. Even if I <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">can</i>
muster the strength to open my mouth slightly, my voice is nonexistent. Any
initiation of physical movement on my part is met by great opposition – it's as
if my body is stuck in cement, or held firmly still by oppressive forces that
like to <i>watch</i>.</div>
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<o:p></o:p></div>
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In
the past, the grey has often been accompanied by the visit of one or more
beings. The experiences are often stressful, as they are conducted against my
will. The grey comes as I am drifting from wakefulness to sleep, that’s why I call it
the ‘grey’- because I’m not awake; (white), and not asleep; (black), but rather
locked within the <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">grey</i> which lies in
between. The grey starts as vibration, akin to a humming sensation that starts
in my feet and works its way to the top of my head. For years I have tried to
figure out what actual force paralyzes my body- I realize now that it’s the
humming that has the power to do so. It slowly washes over me, locking me into
its grip as it goes, and I am left like an ant stuck in thick molasses. I have
learned that I can successfully disband the hum if I catch it at the very
beginning, when it starts to slip its way into me, but sometimes its too late.
When I do catch it early enough, I can overturn <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">the humming that paralyzes </i>with my sheer will, and upon doing so,
can eventually slip back into a normal sleep- untouched by the grey. <o:p></o:p></div>
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My
‘training’ of grey visits over the years has awarded me the ability to stay
present and recall afterwards, all that has been exchanged. In the past- it
would suck me under like a huge wave, forcing me to swallow its waters. I would
resurface shaking, anxious and paranoid that my visitors were still watching me. Who <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">they</i> were
exactly, I do not know. During grey visits, they fling and float my
body ruthlessly around my bedroom against my will. It seems the most terrifying
experiences I have had with the grey occurred over the years of my early
twenties when I was living in Ireland. <o:p></o:p></div>
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One
evening I had gotten into bed at around 2am and just as my body relaxed I felt
the grey’s hum arrive. At this time, I did not know that I could ward it off at
the beginning of its visit- I would lay still and let the energy have its way
with me, a vulnerable and cowardly victim I was. Once it had set its teeth in-
and I realized I was under its control- <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">then</i>
I would attempt to foolishly free myself from its unbending grip- with zero
victory.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></div>
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On
this grey visit, I soon felt the presence of many beings surrounding my bed, I
heard their footsteps on the floor but unable to turn my head- and barley able
to move my eyes, I could not validate the beings' company <i>by sight</i> in the
darkness of my room. It felt that they stood a mere two to three feet in height.
I could hear the squelchy sounds of their body’s limbs as they shifted around
me, repositioning themselves as I lay helpless in my bed. I was in high fight
or flight mode, and could feel my adrenals on overdrive- but I was paralyzed
and my energy turned to amplified panic and then to absolute terror as they
began to quickly and sloppily levitate my body upwards. I tried to turn my head
to the side as my torso collided with the ceiling. I could literally feel the
small pebbles of 'ceiling-spackle' sprinkle over my face as I desperately tried
to close my eyes to avoid their fall. Next- the visitors lowered my body down and
began spinning me around in a circle. At first they spun me slowly. I used this
time to try and loosen the reigns of this invisible force. It was as if someone
was holding my feet together in the middle of the room and swinging me around.
As they spun me around, I remember thinking - ‘There’s my bookshelf, window,
closet, poster of Jimi Hendrix, me in my bed- and my bedroom door. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I
attempted to reach my arm out to grip my bookshelf as it passed my sight
repetitively. But my physical strength was no match for this supernatural
presence. I became exhausted with attempting to move my arm and gave up all
desire to fight against it- at that point I was dropped down into my physical
body and bed. I landed with what felt like a ‘thump’- like I was dropped from
several feet above. Next I remember a very long filmy and silvery arm reaching
across my body, followed by a choir of small feet scuffling. I soon came back
into my body and did not go back to sleep that night. I went downstairs, turned
all the lights on and sat wide-eyed in a freakishly
paranoid state all night.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Twenty-five years on, I sense when the grey is coming from a <i>dark, or hungry realm and</i> stop it at will. When the grey visits from the light realms, I can choose to surrender and engage with it, then we fly- beyond this dimension- she carries me and I trust her. Thank You- the teacher of the grey. Hum</div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia"; font-size: x-large;"><b><u>GURU-<i>itis</i></u></b></span></div>
<span style="font-family: "georgia";"><span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: center;"> (c)TuesdayMayThomas</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia";"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia";">The phenomena
of ‘Guru-itis’ happens when <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia";">a
student places their teacher on a high pedestal, to be <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia";">later
deeply disturbed by the realization of just how <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">human</i> <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia";">their
teacher is. The student at once realizes how much </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia";">they have come to identify </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia";">the
world, and themselves through </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia";"><br /></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia";">the eyes of their teacher.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia";"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia";">Relieving, and <i>healing</i> ‘Guru-itis’ usually leads to a <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia";">‘breakdown-breakthrough’
as depicted by the “Tower” card <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia";">of
most tarot decks. The student sheds skins grown over<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia";"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>time through taking on the ‘hide’ of their
teachers, and they may </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia";"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "georgia";">crash-</span><span style="font-family: "georgia";">land while coming back </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia";">into alignment with their true self. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia";">This process </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia";">can
be earth shattering as everything a student grows to </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia";">trust and </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia";">feel
secure in evaporates from sight. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia";">Perceptions shift </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia";">and
in </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia";">coming back to </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia";">oneself, what </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia";">once mystified you, </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia";">leaves
you </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia";">altered and dismantled. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia";">There is an un-</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia";">learning of all you </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia";">have </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia";"><br /></span>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia";">learned and a </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia";">reconnection phase with ones </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia";"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><br /></i></span>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia";"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">higher
self, </i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia";">as </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia";">the </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia";">'teacher within' comes to </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia";"><br /></span>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia";">its power. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia";">(Different from someone </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia";">out side </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia";"><br /></span>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia";">of the </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia";">self, </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia";"><i>like your guru</i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia";"> having all the </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia";"><br /></span>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia";">'power'.) </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia";"><br /></span>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia";"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia";">This process can not be rushed, </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia";">as it is quite a </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia";"><br /></span>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia";">delicate </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia";">and beautiful initiation. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia";">The student becomes their own master by peeling out</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia";"><br /></span>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia";">'truths' from previous teachings- making </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia";">them <i>their </i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia";"><i><br /></i></span>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia";"><i>own</i> by way of reconstructing the language </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia";">and </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia";"><br /></span>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia";">applications used. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia";"> </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia";"><br /></span>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia";"><br /></span>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia";">The </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia";"><i>refining</i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia";"> and redefining of </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia";">teachings bestowed unto the </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia";"><br /></span>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia";">student </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia";">by their 'Guru', in </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia";">conjunction with the teachings of </span><br />
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<u><span style="font-family: "adobe garamond pro"; font-size: large;"><b>The
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<span style="font-family: "adobe garamond pro";">(c)TuesdayMayThomas</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "adobe garamond pro"; font-size: large;">I recall conducting private lectures from my
bedroom at the age of eight years old. I would line up all the chairs of the
house into a horseshoe shape and sit my stuffed animals throughout the seats,
leaving space for my invisible friends who would inhabit the remaining chairs. My family laughed and called them ‘make believe’, but I knew better, I knew
they were real. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "adobe garamond pro"; font-size: large;">I’d set up my chalkboard and draw diagrams
while interpreting one of my mothers many books on UFO’s and the
paranormal. My favorite book to read from was entitled “Psychic Sciences”. It
included chapters on dream interpretation, palmistry, potions, the divining of
playing cards and more! At this young age I was intrigued by a
world that I new lye just beyond the one I saw.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "adobe garamond pro"; font-size: large;">I later checked books out from the library and recall being
fascinated with accessing the ability to move things with my mind. Around the same time of life I was facilitating lectures with 'The Invisibles', I used to lay on my
belly in bed with the covers pulled over my head. I would calm my mind,
breathe deeply (as suggested in the books I read) and focus my energy into
moving the pencil or eraser I had laid in front of me. I found the items would
slowly move. At the time, this seemed
like a purposeful practice to pursue- as I felt I would use it later in life. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "adobe garamond pro";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I
used to wonder how telekinesis’ worked. How did the object know I was talking
to it? How did it receive the signals I was sending? How could I move something
with my mind? What was in the space in between, that connected me to the
object?</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 20pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">Collective Agreement Creates Momentum</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "lucida calligraphy"; font-size: 14.0pt;">“The critical mass of enlightenment can be defined
as the smallest number of awakened human beings whose collective influence can
initiate a significant shift in global consciousness.”- </span><span style="font-family: "lucida calligraphy"; font-size: 11.0pt;">John Hogue<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "baskerville semibold"; font-size: 16.0pt;">"Critical- <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">significant-intense-heightened</i><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "baskerville semibold"; font-size: 16.0pt;">Mass- <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">accumulation-collection-immensity"</i></span><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "baskerville semibold"; font-size: 16.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></i><br />
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<span style="font-family: "lucida calligraphy"; font-size: 11.0pt;">Consider the sayings “Chain Reaction”, “Ripple
Affect” and “Tipping the Scales”. Next imagine how you feel when observing a
‘good deed’, such as someone sharing a kind act with another person- be it at
work, in a shopping center, walking down the street or driving in your car. The
observation of such has the potential to influence the way you <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">feel </i></b>and
<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">perceive</b> the world around you. This
‘tips the scales’ and can influence how you will in turn re-act to situations
as they arise in your life.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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I was witness to such beautiful humanity on my travels. An elderly woman in her
seventies gets on the bus and as she makes her way down the aisle, the bus
driver hit the brakes suddenly. This causes the woman to wobble and loose her
balance. She reaches out to grasp at something- anything- so as not to fall. Suddenly
ten arms stretch out to brace her. She is steadied, held, and lightly guided to
a seat-by these many mysterious hands. As the bus slows, she sits comfortably
and smiles at everyone around her. We all smile at each other and nod our
heads. A collective sigh of relief is released- not only from those whose hands
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the smiles go on and on and on- until a many fold of people who were possibly
not smiling before this experience- are now with a new filter on how they
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depressed and cynical, most of what you experience will be filtered through those
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examples of how Critical Mass works and what it is in every day life. Remember
when hybrid cars were a far away dream? Or when cell phones were for the few? What about eco/green technologies? ... And brining your own
shopping bags with you to the supermarket? And what about Lady Gaga! A lot of
these concepts were invisible ‘ideas’, until they were given suffiecient thought,
feeling, belief and vision by enough people as to create a 'Chain Reaction’ in
consciousness about them- thus activating a ‘Ripple Effect’ amongst the masses
and in turn ’Tipping the Scales’ within our consciousness, until they became a
reality for us all to perceive. These days many of us automatically bring our own bags to
Trader Joes, </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "adobe caslon pro"; font-size: 21px;">and even my 87 year old grandmother has a cell phone, </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "adobe caslon pro"; font-size: 21px;">writes texts
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cases a tipping of the scales and ‘Critical Mass’ had to be reached within the realm of <u>collective consciousness</u> before these concepts and creations
could be mainstay- as staples of our every day life. The same can be done with
the concepts of Love and Liberation, or Fear and Violence. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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21<sup>st</sup>, 2012. For many years this date has been spoken of as the ‘End
of Time(s)’, or the “End of the World’. It is through Critical Mass that we
have come to learn these terms through many forms of media and as such, we have
added our own interpretations. I offer the following insight at this juncture.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "lucida calligraphy"; font-size: 11.0pt;">Consider the
‘time-phase’ of 12.21.12 as the beginning of a<b> </b>collective exodus of
consciousness that anyone can join whenever they feel to. Along this migration,
the journey moves us from <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">thinking
through life</b> with our minds, </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "lucida calligraphy"; font-size: 15px;">to <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">feeling
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<span style="font-family: "lucida calligraphy"; font-size: 11.0pt;">A collective of
humanity, compassion & optimism is evident in the world, and is reaching Critical Mass in
our shared visions of reality. As this Critical Mass of Love and Peace rises, so too will its
dual reality, that of Fear and Violence, and an alter-exodus thus is also on
the rise- that of a fear based reality. We may meander back and forth between
the two, unsure which to choose. “How will I know which path to partake upon?”
You may question.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It is ok to
meander, simply remember that which makes you feel happy and that which
inspires you to do good, be good and grow in peace and joy with your families
and communities are equal to the frequencies that build global unity. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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our hearts, we exercise the energetic muscle of the ‘feeling heart’ and begin to
appreciate that 'having faith' takes us beyond using logical reason. No longer is seeing believing, but
believing is now what gives rise to seeing! We are now invited to
participate in navigating the exodus of humanity. Or more over, we are now with
greater awareness that we are already-indeed navigating the path of existence
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existence.. With a clear mind and open heart, what would you like to bring to
the gathering? Bring it forth and Shine it into the world like the glorious
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Can you admit honestly when you have broken a pledge,
promise or vow? Well if you were in Hollywood this past Wednesday afternoon and
happened to be on Vermont Ave around 5pm you may have seen me digging into a
veggie burger and fries at <span style="font-family: "adobe caslon pro smbd italic";">Fatburger</span>!
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">There are numerous reasons why I could say it happened. Was
it that I just finished receiving two-hours of spiritual counsel with a Monk at
Self Realization Fellowship, and all we shared served to
stir my hunger? Or is it that I am with weak will power? One thing I know is
years ago if I would have ‘broken a vow’- I could never have admitted it. I
would have wanted people to like me for <u>what</u> I do, not <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">how</i> I do- what ever it is I did. I would
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">When I lived in New York I taught yoga and worked at a
nursing home during the day. At night I performed shows with a rock band. I
lived two seemingly separate lives. At yoga I was always the ‘perfect’ teacher.
For many years none of my students knew I smoked tobacco or drank alcohol. At
the nursing home my hair was up in a bun and all of my tattoos were covered. While
performing in rock shows with band ‘69 Nova’, I let my dread-locked hair down and pushed my cleavage up! I drank Guinness and Jack Daniels, and smoked my
famous <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">sagerettes </i>during those late
and raucous nights- back when you could still smoke in bars. Low and behold, over
time some of my yoga students began coming to the rock shows and my two worlds
collided. I suddenly felt I was betraying my students by having this <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">other life</i> outside of our very pure yoga
classes and my <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">good girl </i>employee-at-a-nursing-home
reputation. Could I smoke in front of my yoga students? Could I swill a Jack
and Coke and still be my pure and true self? The answer is YES.</span><br />
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The best part about it is I intend to stay the course of this fast. I have not
allowed my ‘slip’ to take me down a road of giving up and throwing away the blessing
and <i>merit</i> of what has been achieved thus far. When I say merit, I mean the spiritual,
energetic and personal expansion, the transformation, focus and discipline gained
along this fast thus far. It is easy to just give up completely, I could decide
to eat veggie burgers everyday from here on out and forget about the fast
altogether. But then what? What of the magic that is dispensed by the universe
for following through on the innate divine guidance one receives? </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">This is the third in a trinity of the longest fast’s I have
ever been guided to practice.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It
is easy to allow a ‘slip’ to change the entire course of one’s path. Say, for
example you are trying to give something up, like smoking for instance. You may
have been very good for many months and have not gone near a cigarette. Then
one day you decide <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">one</i> wont hurt, and
then you have another, and then you buy a pack and you are smoking more than
you ever did before! I <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">will </i>my will
to stay the course of this discipline. I am happy to say my fasting diet has
expanded from adzuki beans, vegetables, miso soup and quinoa- to include
yogurt, organic coconut shards, rice cakes, nut butters, avocado and hummus. I
do daydream of pumpkin pie, and with Thanksgiving coming up... well, I will
cross that bridge when I get there!</span></div>
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how the senses become acutely heightened during fasting. The other day while
walking in the city I was overwhelmed by the pungent fumes of carbon monoxide
distilled from car exhausts, and I had to cover my nose and mouth as the
spritely stench of urine became illumined through my nostrils while undertaking
my usual path to work. Are these smells always here? And are they always this
strong? Should I find a new route to walk tomorrow? It is profound how fasting
and a change of diet can expand the basic and often overlooked sense-<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">abilities</i>.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">It is the same for my home. How could I have left it so many
months to clean the refrigerator, and my bathtub? It reminds me of my favorite
Yoga teacher, she is the closest thing to a guru I have ever experienced.
Meaning, I have never been the type to call anyone ‘my guru’- until she came into
my life. I still don’t really call her my guru, well - maybe sometimes. Deep within, I know she is the
closest thing to ‘guru’ I have ever <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">felt</i>. </b>Traditionally guru simply
means <i>the remover of darkness</i>. In many ways we are guru for one another. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">I recall my teacher telling a story about how she had
discovered an old lemon upon her sacred alter space. Within the area allocated for
pictures of<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"> her</i> gurus, Indian deities
and other objects that signify her spiritual path, she would often leave
offerings for the gods such as sweets, small stones, or fruit. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She had left it so long before cleaning
her alter space, that upon finally taking things down and wiping picture frames and such, she discovered the fateful lemon she had once left as an
offering to <i>Ganesha</i>. It was shriveled up and covered in dried and dusty mold. I
thought of this story a couple days ago while showering. I couldn’t help
myself, I had to step out of the running shower, grab the Ajax and copper scour
scrubber from under the bathroom sink and get to work. Just how many months had
it been since I scrubbed the tub? Too many. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">The fast is not allowing me to leave any corners unkempt. I
can’t just turn a blind eye anymore. All the little things I would normally
gloss over now require my appreciation and attention. No more thinking “Maybe
my roommates will do it.” Same thing with the fridge, and this week the fast
wouldn’t let me get away without seeing the utter funk that had built up in the
cracks and crevices. Now that I am finished with the liquid portion of my fast
and onto the solid food part- I just can't bare to put beautiful and amazing
food items such as fresh organic kale onto a dirty refrigerator shelf, knowing
I will soon be eating it. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">While I scrubbed the tub I noticed bright orange flashes of
color within the center of my palms and the backs of my hands. After some time
I recalled the porcupine quills broken into my hands amongst my recent ceremony
within the inner worlds. I realize it is <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">past</i> the time the tribe leader told me to come back. I envision my
body wrapped like a mummy inside that dark cave, deep below this world of
scrubbing tubs, bus rides and grocery store lines.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">This leads me to ‘Part Two’ of my <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>inner world travels. This last journey took some time to
digest, as it served to <i>move my soul</i> in ways it had not been moved prior. This ‘soul movement’ is the
blessing, and the ‘merit’ I spoke if earlier. When we are guided from within or
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">above </i>by a divine force, and see
something through – there is usually a reason. A meaningful <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">revealing</i> often takes place in our lives
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">It is Sunday morning and I am stirred to awaken. Upon
checking the time I see it is 4am. I think to myself “I wanted to sleep in
today...”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And close my eyes while
snuggling with the cat but I can’t deny a tingling in my heart, and I know I must
get up and meditate at the birth of this new dawn. After gathering my drum and
sacred items I sit with a blanket and light a candle. Today I begin with
counting my breath. I perform <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">oujai</i>
breathing while connecting my tongue to the top of my mouth, and roll my eyes
(behind gently closed eyelids) to the center of my forehead. I count one, two,
three, four- up to eight as I slowly inhale and then one, two, three, four...
up to eight again as I hold my breath, followed by another count of eight as I
slowly exhale completely. I perform eight round of this practice and follow it
by softly drumming. A song wishes to come through and my tongue relaxes while
my eyes stay suspended upward. A sacred song I have not <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">heard</i> before begins to sing softly
through me.</span></div>
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of ceremony during personal and group meditations, Reiki gatherings and
spiritual practices, I have experienced such sweet, sacred tones channel
through my vessel. While in ceremony with Ayahausca last year, I heard my
voice reverberate from within my body as I never had before. This, I believe is due to the shape-shifting of my skull from bone to quartz crystal during that evening. My crystal skull allows
a deep resonance of sound to echo within my body and without. The occurrence shifted
my voice to a new frequency that has been with me since. It is no longer my voice that sings during service, but
the universe that sings through me. </i><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">*It
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">As spirit moves through and I drum softly, I feel the Tribe Leader pull me towards the cave. I was to be wrapped up for
three days and at this point I am late in my return. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As I drum in the physical world, I depart my body and float down the kitchen sink pipes, returning to the sacred space of the
inner worlds. Many of my totem animal friends are awaiting my visit. I sit next
to my big tree, leaning my spine against her wide trunk. I can feel the soft
grass under my bare feet as I breathe deeply here. Crocodile slowly emerges
from the saltwater lake that always accompanies my inner world environments and
I recall how I dreamt of him recently. Telepathically he transmits to me he
will be my escort into the cave where Puma and my mummified body reside. </span></div>
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this realm.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It feels heavy but I do
not look inside. I take it along and reach for my inner world drum that lies by
the tree. I begin drumming as myself and Crocodile enter the darkness of the
cave and within minutes we arrive to the cul-de-sac area I left several days
before. Puma is sitting at the entrance to this space. He is alert and ‘on
guard’ as a loyal watchdog would be. Crocodile takes his place while Puma
accompanies me into the circle where the tribe resides. I stop in my tracks, astonished
to find my body dismembered, and I slowly stop drumming. My head, arms and legs
are severed from my torso and individually wrapped in the same cloth of the
previous ritual. What is even more daunting – each tribe member appears to be
gnawing at one of my limbs as the eyes inside of my dismembered head watches from a tree stump. I
look sheepishly to the Tribe Leader, knowing I am late in my return and wonder
if the scenario I am seeing is somehow a punishment for my tardiness. Tribe
Leader motions to me telepathically, letting me know the current <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">happenings </i>are of no such consequence. He
knows I am late, but he welcomes me because he is my teacher.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">He guides me to stand above my severed head. I take my place and realize the tribe members are not actually eating my
limbs. The closer I look, I see they are simply motioning <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">as if. </i>Are they chewing away debris and illness, all the parts of
me that need cleaning? Soon the tribe members place my body parts down in
alignment with my torso. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Tribe
Leader motions to the satchel that lies over my shoulders. I reach into it and
pull out a huge shining green emerald stone. It weighs heavy in my hands and its
energy pulsates as I pass it to the Tribe Leader. He holds it up into the air
with both hands, as to bless it- and then sets it aside.</span></div>
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next. I feel a 'surgery' of sorts approaching this scene. I know it can’t be anything I am not ready to receive in this world, or
any other, but I am still on high alert. Though these experiences are new to me in this life-time, they are like memories of life times past. Tribe Leader swills from a clear glass bottle
and holds the liquid in his mouth with cheeks large. He next spits and sprays
the liquid over all members in the circle. He next takes a puff of tobacco from
his pipe and blows the smoke in all directions. He speaks a few words, again in
a language I do not recognize. It feels like the invocation to this ceremony
has begun. He nods to me, and as I stand over my dismembered crown, I begin to
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heartbeat rhythm. Tribe Leader next hovers his hands over my lone torso (still
unattached from my limbs) for a few moments, and then plunges his right hand
into my chest. While I sit in the third dimension, drumming in my living room,
I feel a deep sensation in my upper body and gasp a deep inhalation. He next
pulls my heart from my body. I see it bloody and beating in his hand. I watch this ceremony of the inner worlds from the alternate
universe of my living room and begin to cry. I know what I am watching is an
initiation of sorts, and once I allow this ceremony to be complete there is no
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into it with the fingers of his right hand. He then places the emerald jewel
inside of my incised and still beating heart. I immediately sense an intense
healing take place from deep within a part of me that has always been here, but I have not explored much; <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">my soul</i>.
Again Tribe Leader swills from the glass bottle and spits and sprays the clear
liquid over my heart while it rests in his hand, and follows that by smoking
from his pipe and blowing tobacco over this sacred organ of my body. He next
places my heart into his mouth and just as Crocodile would, he gulps my heart
down in one swoop. As I stand drumming in this inner world circle, I see my
heart travel down inside of his body until it sinks into his own. It begins
beating in synch with his heart. At this point I know there is no turning back,
from this ceremony and from its significance to me at this point in my life. Is
this something I have deliberately asked for? Or is this something that simply <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">is</i>? I have always known my path would
come to this, as it has many lifetimes over. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">After some time the regurgitation of my heart from his body
takes place, and again he holds it in his hand.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He reaches for a small pouch and with head tilted back, he
appears to swallow its contents. Upon lowering his chin, he then spits over my
heart again. But this time it is not the clear liquid from before, or smoke of
tobacco, but a beautiful gold dust that covers my heart completely like a shiny
metallic paint. He turns to me in his stoic manner and telepathically tells me
my soul is now <i>'fire-proof' </i>and <i>protected throughout all worlds and dimensions</i>. He
seals the area of my heart opened to place the emerald inside, with a clear wax liquid
he pours from a small glass bottle. Once again he raises my heart to the sky
and speaks in a language unknown to me <u>yet</u>. He then places my heart back inside
of my chest. My heart begins to beat in my body and the tribe members
rejoin my arms and legs to my trunk. They drip, pour and rub the clear wax serum (that Tribe Leader used) over and under my shoulders, arms, hips, thighs and
neck. This instantly heals and reconnects all of my body parts.</span></div>
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I am crying- softly howling as sobbing tears flow down my cheeks. The intensity
of this experience is almost too much to bear. In the third dimension my hips
and ankles are aching and pulsing from sitting in lotus for... I’m not sure how
long. All I know is I am ready to go home, I am ready to come back. "Can I <i>go home</i> now?" I think to myself. In the cave of inner worlds the tribe members
are now dancing, playing drums and rattles in a circle around me while I slowly
sit up and become re-acquainted with my renewed body and heart. I motion to
Tribe Leader and telepathically tell him I am ready to go. The tribe members
help me to stand and unwrap my body from its mummified state. Tribe Leader
motions that we will smoke a tobacco offering before I go, but now I can feel
the extreme discomfort of my third dimensional body like never before and I
just want to go home. I shake my head ‘No’ and motion to Puma and Crocodile that
we are leaving. “I gotta go.” I tell Tribe Leader. “Come sit with us, stay and
smoke.” He motions. I bow to him with great respect and thank him for this
otherworldly healing and the many blessings therein, but I cannot stay a moment
longer. “I must go.” I speak out loud to him. I gather my satchel and find it hard to walk, so sit I upon Puma's back as we make our way out. My <i>journey body</i> is still drumming
as I walk behind the scene of my renewed-body. I see me riding upon Puma's back,
along with Crocodile as we all make our way back to the entrance of this cave.
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Crocodile’s back who then walks us into the lake where I am submerged three times
and it feels so good, so healing to be back. I next crawl from the water and
lay upon the grass. I am out of breath, exhausted and feel drained. The<i> journeying</i>, 'drumming me’ knows I must leave the renewed and refurbished <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">me</i> to rest. Once I feel the renewed me
is comfortable, I quickly fly up through the sink pipes and return to my body.
Three last beats upon the drum to complete the ceremony and I fall back in
lotus and slowly begin to uncross my legs, gently unwinding my knees and ankles
that are throbbing at this point. I lay back and sob even harder now. I cry of
the energetic shifts bestowed unto me from this mind-blowing journey.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As I make my way to bed I see the clock
signify I had been in ceremony & sitting in lotus for 100 minutes. No
wonder my hips are aching.</span></div>
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pal asks if I can substitute teach his yoga class. I agree, knowing it will
help me to get ‘back into my body’ but I feel very disoriented and foggy as I make
my way through Downtown. All through class I am careful because I feel drunk, or like I have just got new glasses and need time to become acclimated to my ‘new
sight’. As I wait for the bus home, I feel completely jet lagged, and hungover-
though I have not drank any alcohol and have only traveled to the inner worlds. As I sit on the bus home I notice a very old woman
sitting across from me. She has a black beaded Crocodile keychain hanging from her
purse. It is a sign. </span></div>
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I have only to go through this eve until I can ‘officially’ eat tomorrow if I shall decide.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I sit and watch the movie ‘Frida’ about Frida Kahlo’s life. I am astonished and moved by the scene in
which she is fascinated by the gold paint of an artist on the bus that later covers her body (as is my heart). The same bus ride causes here to undergo a lifetime of her body being broken apart and put
back together again. The Crocodile keychain, the gold paint and her physical-body's incarnations are synchronistic with my scenario. </span></div>
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and sit in stillness. I want badly to smoke a sagerette and briefly wonder if I have the ingredients to make it a reality. I then consider the
ramifications- "You are fasting Tuesday.. No smoking!" I think to myself. I then realize Tribe Leaders request for me to stay and smoke
with the group. I could not earlier, as I had reached my limit of other worldly surgeries and third dimensional lotus<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>hips reality. But now, as darkness
falls and day becomes night, I know I must go back and fiinish the ceremony started earlier this morning.</span></div>
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space. Crocodile is expecting me, and with Puma we re-enter the cave. This
time there are bats flying around inside of the cave. They are swooping and trying to dive bomb me. Is this
because I did not finish ceremony? I feel like they are here to signify the
opening of my energy, left by not completing the ceremony. Would they be here had I finished the ceremony earlier? I feel they signify no real
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arrive, The tribe is sitting in a circle, awaiting my presence. Tribe leader
shows me where to sit and begins to fill his bone-pipe with tobacco and other
herbs. The pipe is passed in a clockwise direction, away from me. Each member takes two puffs and slowly passes it to the left. As it arrives to me, I savor
the feeling of this pipe in my hand. I hold it to my lips and take a
long slow inhalation. The smoke fill my lungs with its healing
energy and I take one more puff, this time holding the smoke inside of my body
for a few seconds. I look to Tribe Leader and he nods, as if saying “Now <i>this</i> ceremony is complete..” We sit for some time together in silence and I now know I am truly
ready to go back home. I offer gratitude to my group and Tribe Leader and make
my way back with my totem friends. This time the bats are hanging upside down, asleep and do not
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and my Peacock totems flourish their beautiful feathers around me in a circle,
as to protect me while I rest here. Upon returning to my third dimensional home through the kitchen pipes, and reawkening from this second journey of the day. I feel refreshed and any
craving for tobacco is now gone. I slowly stretch and stand up, deciding I will
in fact begin my solid food diet tonight and commence to make quinoa and
steamed kale. It was the best meal ever... maybe even better than that veggie
burger and fries! </span><span style="font-size: xx-small; text-align: center;">(c)TuesdayMayThomas</span></div>
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<b><i><span style="font-size: large;">Shaman's Fast 2012- Part One</span></i></b><br />
(c)TuesdayMayThomas<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">I fast once a year
and have been doing so since 1999. The Fall is always such a powerful time for
me to settle within and find stillness amongst the changing of the leaves and
coolness that beckons in the air. In the early years of fasting, when I lived
in New York, I did so amongst a six-day workweek. I still found time to be
still, pray, meditate and simply ‘be’ with what ever came up, mind and body.
The Master Cleanse is the means by which I usually undertake my fasts. Over the
first eleven years, I started with fasting for three days, the next year I did
five days and continued up to ten days, expanding the length of time in
alignment with what felt correct for my body.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">The past three years have been very different, they have signified a
specific calling within and the universe has requested I undertake to fast for
longer periods of time. 2010 called on a twenty-one day fast. 2011 guided a
thirty-day fast & 2012 is asking a forty day fast. I understand this to be
an initiation of sorts that serves not only to strengthen <span style="color: #1f1f1f;">inner
discipline, will, commitment and focus, but serves as an opportunity to </span>expand
my capacities to channel finer frequencies of love and light. Personally, I
feel my soul purpose is to share my life’s experiences with the world through
written word, song and story. As a writer and author of spiritual
transformation and multidimensional meanderings, I can’t help but connect this
longer phased ‘fasting guidance’ with the upcoming alignment of planets in our
solar system and the said ‘shifts’ that will continue to occur during this time
and space we all share here on this planet and cosmos.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">To channel divine downloads of information is a precious gift we all have
the capacity to share. We can sharpen intuition, balance our sensitivity and
fiercely strengthen the ability to face addictions (be them mental, physical or
emotional) and overturn them for good over time. We can redefine our
relationships with substances, people, places and things and learn to be a
Master of our Time and Space. Fasting is one of many routes to assist this
paradigm of becoming ONE with all that surrounds.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">The guidelines downloaded
from my Higher Self for this year’s fast are; Begin the fast with the Master
Cleanse for seven to ten days, and then slowly include clean foods such as following
a simple macrobiotic diet.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">So for the next forty
days, this means <u>No Wine</u>- Oh and I just discovered I love 'Garnacha'- a
yummy smooth Spanish red wine that gives my usual love of 'Shiraz' a run for its
money! <u>No Tobacco-</u> I occasionally smoke what I call ‘sagerettes’. A sagerette
is a mixture of organic tobacco with sage that are mixed and rolled in a
cigarette paper with a cotton filter. <u>No Caffeine-</u> Arghh! I love my
morning cuppa- coffee- and the occasional Iced Vanilla Soy Latte! And- <u>No Junk
Foods-</u>Now this is generally no big deal as I’ve been a vegetarian for over
25 years and have what would be considered a ‘healthy diet’- but my ‘healthy
diet’ usually goes out the window when my monthly cycle comes along ... Oh
Yeah, I like to let myself eat pretty much anything for a couple days in a row
including cheetos, french fries with thousand island dressing, chocolate cake
and , well anything chocolate and red wine!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Alas I will skirt through my macrobiotic recipes to find an
alternative to my monthly sweet treat cravings..</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Ok, so all this said,
I am on day 2 of my fast and want to share with you my morning meditation. I
light a candle and sit with a picture of Yogananda, my drum, and a selection of
crystals that ask to come along for the journey.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I sit silently for some time, focusing on my breath and
using it as a tool to draw light into the Sushumna, Ida, Pingala and up to my
Pineal Gland. Next my cells begin to breathe and I feel an expansion of light
from these central channels expand and absorb into each cell in my body, through
each organ, muscle, bone, tissue- to my brain , every part of my internal being is
breathing light in and out.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">I am next guided to
begin drumming.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Sitting with eyes
closed I begin to drum softly and after several minutes, begin to travel down
the kitchen sink pipe-lines as a means to enter the inner worlds. Upon my
entrance, I am greeted by my family of animal totems. We sit for some time in
meditation amongst a beautiful lush-green area next to a lake. I then notice my
Puma totem sitting next to a cave entrance to my right as if to signal I am to
partake in a journey through the cave. When you journey through the inner
worlds, ask for the accompaniment of one of your animal totems to travel with
you- always. He sits and awaits my readiness and we both begin to walk into the
dark cave. I am suddenly holding a rattle of invisible/clear leather that
contains many shards of quarts crystal and sacred beans. I shake the rattle as
we walk and our path is made lit by the shining light of the crystals as they
dance in my rattle. I feel the cool muddy earth beneath my bare feet and it squelches
between my toes as we walk.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">After turning and
meandering along this cave’s curves, I hear a drum beat. In the third dimension
I am still drumming as I sit in meditation, but notice there is a distinction
between the two. The beat I hear in the cave is harder- and there seem to be
multiple drums in the distance. I walk with my puma and we calmly enter a
cul-de-sac where six tribe’s people are drumming and awaiting my arrival.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I stand at the entrance to this space
and look at my puma. He sits calmly and it serves as a signal no danger lies
here. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">I enter the space and
continue shaking my rattle. The tribe’s people next take me into the center of
the circle and begin to drum harder. The Tribe’s Leader takes a handful of porcupine
quills and proceeds to enter them through various areas of my body by piercing
my skin. There is no pain, only an elated sense of communion with these beings
and this ceremony. After all the quills are in place through my skin, a dancing
ritual begins and we all circle and pound our feet to the earth for some time
while dancing in reverence for this ceremony we participate in together.</span></div>
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ceases and the Tribe Leader repeats a prayer over and over in a language
I do not recognize. I look to my puma and he is now laying down in a relaxed
fashion at the entrance to this mini cave cul-de-sac. The Leader guides me to
lye down upon a slim straw bed and proceeds to crack and break each quill while
they remain inside of me, this leaves shards of quills inside of my body. For
example, one quill was pierced through the palm of my hand and he broke each
side off, leaving a piece inside my palm. He next rubs a healing salve upon my
wounds, and I feel no pain in this inner world of worlds. The tribe members
next wrap me in a dark linen type of cloth like a mummy, and telepathically
tell me to rest there for three days. Puma comes and lets me know he will stay
with me the entirety of the time.</span></div>
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in the third dimension and feel pulled to make a way back to my living room and
allow this journey to be complete for today.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My spirit floats back out through the cave’s tunnels and
into the lush green landscape I once arrived and I next travel up through the
kitchen sink pipes and into my body where I sit and continue to drum for a
while until it feels natural to stop.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Yesterday, day one of
the fast brought with it some lower back awareness. Not pain as such, but a
weakness of sorts while I taught Yoga. I consider it the breaking down of the
old patterns kept there, and the freeing of space for greater love and light to
channel through this vehicle. I receive it. As years go by, the initial shifts
and changes brought about by fasting can truly quicken and launch us into a new
terrain of understanding, expanded consciousness, alignment with our destiny,
energetic expansion, enlightenment, and sweet joy, as we welcome the awakening of wisdom
innately embroidered through our D.N.A. </span><span style="font-size: xx-small;">(c)TuesdayMayThomas</span></div>
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