May 11, 2012
The woods are quiet. Meandering through the greater forest, I pass under two fallen trees that form bridges across the pathway. As I do, a slightly overgrown animal path that leads to the left shows itself, not easily spotted unless one is looking for it.
Clambering over yet another fallen log, and then through the underbrush, I follow the thin trail that leads through a maze of roots and trees, and then walk into a circular grove. A council of trees. They stand in judgement. The Council's energy is strong. It actually stops me in my tracks. I feel incredibly small, vulnerable and transparent. They SEE me.
I spot the Mother to the periphery, and feel a softening in my body at her presence. I ask permission from the Council to make an offering and connection to the Mother. After making offerings to her, I ask her to be my helper here in this place. “Of course, child…”
I turn from the Mother and walk slowly back to the centre of the circle. A shift – the energy shifts from council to counsel. At the centre, I pause. Feeling some trepidation (as I was unsure what to make of this shift and did not want to make assumptions), I speak aloud. “May I ask your guidance, or judgement, about my current situation?”
In unison, I feel the many trees respond, like a wind that passes through my mind. “We are not here to judge. Your life in the scheme of this forest is short. Your body will be returned to the earth.” One branch extended from the main red cedar tree right to my face. "I see you. My reach is far greater than anything you know. I SEE you."
Then they soften to a heart level. "So long as you are not trying to steal anyone's energy, then all is as it should be. Are your intentions clear?"
Images of memories from similar situations in the past flashed through my mind. How I felt, and acted. My pain and contracted energy... My struggles and sadness. And my unconscious acting out. The impact I had others...
"Those you struggle with, act on their own accord. It is not personal to you.
You must be the Mol'farka's apprentice. You must learn to channel, funnel and send any energy generated between you for the healing of others elsewhere. It is not yours to own. That is the way through."
I look to the right. There, in the moss, sits a large bone, half covered by the mossy-tendrils. I pick it up, carefully moving the moss and removing the tendrils. The forest floor underneath is mildly wet. I put the remaining incense stick in the ground. This is our exchange, our first greeting, this Counsel and I.
“Return another time.” They are firm in this directive.
I turn and walk away in what I think is the same direction I had arrived. Similar roots and trees… And then, the undergrowth becomes far too dense. I must have taken a step in the wrong direction – I have lost the path back out. I feel like the Counsel has transposed time and space – I cannot see them, and I cannot see the path. I am instantly disoriented. It takes me a few minutes to find the path again, and I hear them whisper...
"The way in was direct and easy. The way out is less clear. Sometimes you must stray from the path in order to find your way. The clear narrow passage is there. You must learn to see with your heart."
The woods are quiet. Meandering through the greater forest, I pass under two fallen trees that form bridges across the pathway. As I do, a slightly overgrown animal path that leads to the left shows itself, not easily spotted unless one is looking for it.
Clambering over yet another fallen log, and then through the underbrush, I follow the thin trail that leads through a maze of roots and trees, and then walk into a circular grove. A council of trees. They stand in judgement. The Council's energy is strong. It actually stops me in my tracks. I feel incredibly small, vulnerable and transparent. They SEE me.
I spot the Mother to the periphery, and feel a softening in my body at her presence. I ask permission from the Council to make an offering and connection to the Mother. After making offerings to her, I ask her to be my helper here in this place. “Of course, child…”
I turn from the Mother and walk slowly back to the centre of the circle. A shift – the energy shifts from council to counsel. At the centre, I pause. Feeling some trepidation (as I was unsure what to make of this shift and did not want to make assumptions), I speak aloud. “May I ask your guidance, or judgement, about my current situation?”
In unison, I feel the many trees respond, like a wind that passes through my mind. “We are not here to judge. Your life in the scheme of this forest is short. Your body will be returned to the earth.” One branch extended from the main red cedar tree right to my face. "I see you. My reach is far greater than anything you know. I SEE you."
Then they soften to a heart level. "So long as you are not trying to steal anyone's energy, then all is as it should be. Are your intentions clear?"
Images of memories from similar situations in the past flashed through my mind. How I felt, and acted. My pain and contracted energy... My struggles and sadness. And my unconscious acting out. The impact I had others...
"Those you struggle with, act on their own accord. It is not personal to you.
You must be the Mol'farka's apprentice. You must learn to channel, funnel and send any energy generated between you for the healing of others elsewhere. It is not yours to own. That is the way through."
I look to the right. There, in the moss, sits a large bone, half covered by the mossy-tendrils. I pick it up, carefully moving the moss and removing the tendrils. The forest floor underneath is mildly wet. I put the remaining incense stick in the ground. This is our exchange, our first greeting, this Counsel and I.
“Return another time.” They are firm in this directive.
I turn and walk away in what I think is the same direction I had arrived. Similar roots and trees… And then, the undergrowth becomes far too dense. I must have taken a step in the wrong direction – I have lost the path back out. I feel like the Counsel has transposed time and space – I cannot see them, and I cannot see the path. I am instantly disoriented. It takes me a few minutes to find the path again, and I hear them whisper...
"The way in was direct and easy. The way out is less clear. Sometimes you must stray from the path in order to find your way. The clear narrow passage is there. You must learn to see with your heart."
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