Jan 1st, 2013
The skin in my navel is weeps, bleeds... It arose, literally, overnight. Splotches of reddish brown cover my right collar bone – stress? My toes have been itchy and swollen on my left foot for a week. I am saddened about my body. Allergies, eczema, stress-overload…
Standing before I-See-You-Cedar Tree, sadness palpable, I implore for help. “My navel – umbilicus to the Mother – weeps. My body is speaking to me.”
"You must follow the protocol. Diet. Be diligent. Diet is more than food – it is the diet of the medicine path – willpower, clean living, alignment with truth.”
The child in me speaks up. "Can’t I just eat and do like everyone else?" The whining extends through my posture and energy.
Images of all forms of "food" – processed and packaged food, television, consumerism, surface relationships, hours in front of a screen – pass through my mind. My body begins to churn. I feel like I am eating plastic.
“No, actually, I do not want to ingest these things. I know this,” I say out loud. “It is why I live as I live, and where I live.”
"You must follow our directives. Go ask Ma," he says.
Turning to One Root Many Paths, her message is clear and to the point. "This calling from the spirits and commitment on your part must not be taken lightly. You must follow a dedicated life and path. We have shown you in dreams.
To not follow results in illness."
Jan 2nd, 2013
Calling on I-See-You’s spirit, I cleaned my navel before bed with Western Red Cedar oil. It was strong, stung. Holding Ma's message in my heart, I rededicated myself to the deepest teachings and medicine ways before I slept.
Upon waking, my navel is much clearer – almost healed.
Jan 6th, 2013
Work has intensified. I have come to the deeper forest to seek guidance.
Coiled One hangs before me. "We told you before, do not fear transitioning as a teacher. It is time. Take our teachings with you in your heart.”
I offer gratitude for his simple message, and walk to the Deeper Grove. Dry branches of Ma cover the ground and offer themselves up for home burnings. Kneeling at the new teacher's base, I place offerings in the moss that forms a bed around her root. She contacts me before I connect with her.
"The Hanging Ones and the massive cluster of Ma you have not formerly met yet will be your teachers about interdependence." Little mushrooms catch my eye as she speaks and she responds, "Greet them also – they too will be your teachers."
Turning toward the Hanging Ones and mushrooms, holding obkuryuvannya, smoke wisps curl around the strong and thick vines. When I return, connecting to this new teacher, I am aware her energy still feels unknown to me – unfamiliar. I offer my hair now at her base, and offer "May I be worthy as a student. Please accept me. May I serve your teachings well."
Quiet… She does not respond. I can feel her waiting.
“What am I to call you?”
"I am the one who will nurture, swaddle and embrace your heart."
She brings images and feelings from my forgotten dream last night of being whole-body embraced in a melting hug. Then, I feel a flutter in my heart. I am not sure if this is her name, or her language, so I imagine all the other Ma's I know along with their names, and she flutters my heart again.
"I am Heart Ma," she says.
"What teachings am I to follow to honour you?"
"It is appropriate to clear your heart. Know your directions – who you are, where you are going, in and from the deepest part of you."
"Is my current direction in teaching appropriate?" I feel with my heart the potential directions for my work. She offers images in return – of changes and new directions – and replies, "You will be surprised my child, you will be surprised."
I ask, "Do you have any other teachings for today?"
"We are just getting to know one another. It will take time, come back again this week. We will talk."
The feeling she offers with these words is like friends having tea.
Then she says, "Watch for signs of me,” implying her teachings will be with me beyond this Grove.
Jan 11th, 2013
Stepping out of my home for an unplanned walk just before dusk, my feet have carried me to the Deeper Grove, to stand before the Coiled One. An impulse to hug him washes over me, so I bring his vine to my forehead and clasp him between my two hands. The shape of his vine also presses on my bloated bleeding belly. It is cold today – a dusting of snow on the ground.
I make offering of sage, and wordlessly focus on my heart, with a longing for intimacy. Coiled One responds, "It is time to take a risk and be available. Open your heart."
I decide to continue in this wordless practice of asking for guidance, and bring images of my current work situation. In turn, he says, "Remain open. Let it unfold as it does. Trust the unfolding. You are transitioning."
Then he says, "Sit a while..." after feeling my desire to spend more time with him.
I kneel, still clasping him in my two hands.
"What of the summer? I feel disconnected from the teachings right now, despite being here with you and the other teachers as often as I can," I say.
Looking around the forest – mosses and plants frozen, everything is quiet. It is so beautiful here. I feel my longing for connection. My heart is not open – I am disconnected. I long to spend hours, days just absorbed in the simplicity of listening and being in the forest.
"It is difficult to feel connected when you are occupied with so much else. Be patient. You must make your ground. Then you will have more room for the teachings."
I ask, "Are there any messages you would like to impart?"
"It is late, child, and better if you return another time. Go home, come another day."
I take a slow walk home, enjoying the crisp air and dusk, thankful for the presence of these teachers in my life.
The skin in my navel is weeps, bleeds... It arose, literally, overnight. Splotches of reddish brown cover my right collar bone – stress? My toes have been itchy and swollen on my left foot for a week. I am saddened about my body. Allergies, eczema, stress-overload…
Standing before I-See-You-Cedar Tree, sadness palpable, I implore for help. “My navel – umbilicus to the Mother – weeps. My body is speaking to me.”
"You must follow the protocol. Diet. Be diligent. Diet is more than food – it is the diet of the medicine path – willpower, clean living, alignment with truth.”
The child in me speaks up. "Can’t I just eat and do like everyone else?" The whining extends through my posture and energy.
Images of all forms of "food" – processed and packaged food, television, consumerism, surface relationships, hours in front of a screen – pass through my mind. My body begins to churn. I feel like I am eating plastic.
“No, actually, I do not want to ingest these things. I know this,” I say out loud. “It is why I live as I live, and where I live.”
"You must follow our directives. Go ask Ma," he says.
Turning to One Root Many Paths, her message is clear and to the point. "This calling from the spirits and commitment on your part must not be taken lightly. You must follow a dedicated life and path. We have shown you in dreams.
To not follow results in illness."
Jan 2nd, 2013
Calling on I-See-You’s spirit, I cleaned my navel before bed with Western Red Cedar oil. It was strong, stung. Holding Ma's message in my heart, I rededicated myself to the deepest teachings and medicine ways before I slept.
Upon waking, my navel is much clearer – almost healed.
Jan 6th, 2013
Work has intensified. I have come to the deeper forest to seek guidance.
Coiled One hangs before me. "We told you before, do not fear transitioning as a teacher. It is time. Take our teachings with you in your heart.”
I offer gratitude for his simple message, and walk to the Deeper Grove. Dry branches of Ma cover the ground and offer themselves up for home burnings. Kneeling at the new teacher's base, I place offerings in the moss that forms a bed around her root. She contacts me before I connect with her.
"The Hanging Ones and the massive cluster of Ma you have not formerly met yet will be your teachers about interdependence." Little mushrooms catch my eye as she speaks and she responds, "Greet them also – they too will be your teachers."
Turning toward the Hanging Ones and mushrooms, holding obkuryuvannya, smoke wisps curl around the strong and thick vines. When I return, connecting to this new teacher, I am aware her energy still feels unknown to me – unfamiliar. I offer my hair now at her base, and offer "May I be worthy as a student. Please accept me. May I serve your teachings well."
Quiet… She does not respond. I can feel her waiting.
“What am I to call you?”
"I am the one who will nurture, swaddle and embrace your heart."
She brings images and feelings from my forgotten dream last night of being whole-body embraced in a melting hug. Then, I feel a flutter in my heart. I am not sure if this is her name, or her language, so I imagine all the other Ma's I know along with their names, and she flutters my heart again.
"I am Heart Ma," she says.
"What teachings am I to follow to honour you?"
"It is appropriate to clear your heart. Know your directions – who you are, where you are going, in and from the deepest part of you."
"Is my current direction in teaching appropriate?" I feel with my heart the potential directions for my work. She offers images in return – of changes and new directions – and replies, "You will be surprised my child, you will be surprised."
I ask, "Do you have any other teachings for today?"
"We are just getting to know one another. It will take time, come back again this week. We will talk."
The feeling she offers with these words is like friends having tea.
Then she says, "Watch for signs of me,” implying her teachings will be with me beyond this Grove.
Jan 11th, 2013
Stepping out of my home for an unplanned walk just before dusk, my feet have carried me to the Deeper Grove, to stand before the Coiled One. An impulse to hug him washes over me, so I bring his vine to my forehead and clasp him between my two hands. The shape of his vine also presses on my bloated bleeding belly. It is cold today – a dusting of snow on the ground.
I make offering of sage, and wordlessly focus on my heart, with a longing for intimacy. Coiled One responds, "It is time to take a risk and be available. Open your heart."
I decide to continue in this wordless practice of asking for guidance, and bring images of my current work situation. In turn, he says, "Remain open. Let it unfold as it does. Trust the unfolding. You are transitioning."
Then he says, "Sit a while..." after feeling my desire to spend more time with him.
I kneel, still clasping him in my two hands.
"What of the summer? I feel disconnected from the teachings right now, despite being here with you and the other teachers as often as I can," I say.
Looking around the forest – mosses and plants frozen, everything is quiet. It is so beautiful here. I feel my longing for connection. My heart is not open – I am disconnected. I long to spend hours, days just absorbed in the simplicity of listening and being in the forest.
"It is difficult to feel connected when you are occupied with so much else. Be patient. You must make your ground. Then you will have more room for the teachings."
I ask, "Are there any messages you would like to impart?"
"It is late, child, and better if you return another time. Go home, come another day."
I take a slow walk home, enjoying the crisp air and dusk, thankful for the presence of these teachers in my life.
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