Showing posts with label healing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label healing. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

shaktipat!



i go where the blessings are. and the blessings come to where i am. they have been numerous.

it was her picture that drew me: her soft blond hair and no makeup skin. and her name (the name of the ocean, the name of someone whose eyes have the bright blue of my favorite place to swim on the planet). to imagine this woman could hold Kali energy in her body & wield blessings truly intrigued me. i felt an opportunity had arisen, that this night would hold for me a special gift.

a group of nearly 20 of us gathered. we sang a devotional song for a long while, several words sung repeatedly & increased tempo over time. i sung hard from my navel, from the pit where sound begins. i opened my throat and felt my voice bouncing off the walls, threading with the harmonium, the mridangam, clapping & the other voices of those sitting on the floor all around me. and when we finished singing, Kai Shanti was ready. she took off her orange shirt to reveal a red tee with a picture of Kali underneath. she picked up a hand held broom made of peacock feathers, began to chatter in rapid gibberish and yelping sounds like a giddy girl child.

the first person Kali went to was wafted with the feather cluster, striking their chest & back. there was a moaning, then, a slow crescendo of a scream! an ear piercing utterly incomprehensible octave. i sheepishly peeked to see the goings on, quickly closing my eyes again to focus on my inner state. when the release was complete, Ma Kali said: "Awww it's okay Ma, you're okay Ma, see? There you go, there you go" in that youthful pitch. i felt many of us pondered how our blessings would go, with such an unexpected start.

Ma Kali would randomly choose the next person. she would "hit" (as much as that word can describe being struck with soft stalks of feathers) her body & the body of the person she came to. the interactions with each were unique. either gurgling guttural retching, as if she was eating the darkness she coaxed from within the person she touched, throwing it back up. other times yelling, angry sounding. then soothing, laughing. or singing: "Go Home, Hari Om, Go Home, Hari Om - hee hee hee hee heeeeee!". one blessing involved jumping on someone's back & screaming with glee. and towards the end, a call for all of us to put our hands upon a woman to assist the healing, a great community leader who helps so many, our hands helped her as tears flowed down.

as soon as i felt the feathers whapping my chest the fear came. but she was very gentle. chanting "Allah Allah Allah Allah..." and her special message to me, said again & again: "You know this already Ma!" of course she knew to tell me this - because everyday i feel like i don't know, everyday i ask for clarity. i melted into her arms. total surrender. surrendered "i don't know". she only touched the right side of my body, only spoke in my right ear. she felt around the right side of my back and said "Oh! There it is!!! Let it go let it go let it go" as she buzzed in my ear "BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ" sent shockwaves through my spine.

in the days following, as this new space within integrates & darkness clears, there is laughter leftover. i have been easily in ecstasy, rejoicing with little cause. the clouds have also come and the tears fall like rain, the pain short lived. expanding the sense of emptiness. breathing it. living it. cultivating fearlessness by facing each & every one of them i have. wrapping my arms around each fear until it melts. and each time this happens, i crack up!

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

i am suddenly surrounded by men.



the oracle says the current mode is:
healing the masculine, inner/outer relationships.
i feel ready for this.

my hips been aching to the bone. a man spontaneously offers
to work out that area thai massage/mayo-fascia style,
limb joint pressure pushing one angle into another
an elbow or knee using gravity to bear down

tender!

tight!

ticklish!

emotions releasing from deep embedded nest of tissues:
laughter... sex... sensitive...
escaping from my mouth as sounds,
from my mind as memories.
relieved but still sore.

went to a tiny temple in a strip mall in India town dedicated to Dattatreya. it housed the deities of the Hindu tradition and portraits of an incarnation of Dattatreya and of Sai Baba. the statues were lively awake, speaking loudly & so jovial! they stood at the ready to help how they could. i sat & spent time with them all, buzzing from the contact. i made requests for the year, especially in relation to the current theme of healing the masculine within/without. i felt the prayer received, each with their own contributory gift towards my asking, comforted by the sturdy male energy of the room, the giving fathers.

at dance i remembered my former lover. cried. overwhelming gratitude for the things we shared over the years, especially Hawai'i. our 6 year anniversary approaching and i still love him exactly as i did before our parting. the love has not changed. i am grateful for it; it hurts sweet like sugar on teeth.

later, a thought of my biological father rises. tears.

i never had time with him

he was always too busy

he was always away

and i waited

and wanted...

i imagine he died. he is dead and he comes to tell me as a ghost that he has passed away. we only have 2 minutes to tell each other everything we have never said in all the time gaps as our lives ran parallel, not quite touching ever.

a rush of feelings.

i cry.

he cries.

what is left between us?

Love was there.

has always been.

threaded through belt welts on my legs & long distances & never phone calls. a love that hurts because it was never given space to express. stunted. but it never stopped. unconditional.

he left me a gift and faded away. i am there alone again with the bag he handed me. he used to do this, buy me things i didn't want, buy things to replace time together. but he leaves me this gift & i accept it. it is a gift to propel me into life, an opportunity to be free, to just Be. i accept it. i am grateful we had our moment. i sit on a step and close my eyes and feel the space within me somehow different.

\\PATTERN BREAKING//

i release myself from the pain to go into the love.

to heal with love everything that was ever wrong in the primary male relationship:

(abuse, distance, longing, unworthiness, unimportance, objects replacing love).

i wash it away in the truth of the love that is real,

to dive deeply & love the monsters we made of our pain,

to dig in where it lives and give it love, beyond all costs

beyond fear of it unreciprocated or leaving me empty. bold fearless

Loving.