Showing posts with label grief. Show all posts
Showing posts with label grief. Show all posts

Thursday, January 10, 2013

Confronting the Quiet


NEVER ALONE -- This phrase bounced through my head for years.  Each time my beloved would bellow his frustrations with his own intuitive ability to “hear” his angels and guides:  “I feel like they’ve abandoned me," he would furl with utter dismay.  I would be bombarded with Never Alone, Never Alone, Never Alone.  Like a lonely satellite orbiting without destination, this psychic barrage would flood me until I shared the message.

As one who hears and feels it all – Spirits, Ascended Masters, Angels, ghosts, and every other brand of disembodied energy—I am puzzled by the feeling of being alone.  After all we are never truly alone.  If we know God, if we know Angels, if we can feel the wind upon our face or the heat of the sun upon our skin… we are never alone.

Yet many who suffer, truly do feel uncomfortable in their own quiet.  While meditation works wonders for some people, for me it never really let me sink into my own velvety depths.  Cultivating quiet is a blissful and spacious exercise but for me, it just felt like unproductive sitting.

I instead like to be messy.  Dive into those murky waters and muck around in my own psyche.  Unfurl all matters of thoughts, randomness, shame, grief and discomfort til I pop back up clean and unscathed.  This may be Cancerian nature but, diving right the heck in always feels so much better than passive “sit and watch your thoughts float away.”  I dig me some drama, baby!

Once you can visit these waters, seeing your own Shadow and telling him, “Let’s rumble,” the loneliness dissipates.

In all healing there are 2 components – releasing & purging stuck or non-productive energies AND bringing in something new, be it inspiration, clear guidance, or even reclaimed aspects of you.


Healing can be messy, little darling, but once we can go there, clarity, peace and yes --even relief -- come bounding in.  If loneliness is your trigger, I invite you to touch your darkest corners, bring it light and allow the healing to begin.   When we can get past feeling alone, we can remember we are rather AL(L)ONE.   

...as I'm getting ready to post, 3 Libras (bellowing the lyric "you don't see me") came on Pandora... even the video shows delving into those murky depths.... how's that for cosmic timing?



Friday, September 14, 2012

Embracing Inspiration

As we watch the world around us, change is in the air... emotionally, physically, culturally and planetarily, everything is stirred up right now.  What a gift this can be once we can see, heal and release the triggers and resulting memories it is revealing to us. 

And schiet, this is never easy work.  Grueling, sobbing, and messy is how it feels to me.  This season of Metal, expressed in the Autumn is always a challenge for me. 

Let's get neutral for a sec and postpone my verbosity...  If we look back to ancient practices, the Chinese saw connections in everything.  The classic healing manuscript the Yellow Emperor's Classic of Medicine reminds us Metal is all about:

- breathe
- inspiration
- grief
- letting go
- value & importance
- love of the father

My brain translates this as:

- stern & cold
- judgemental
- practical
- shallow
- not good enough



My interpretation of metal is whack yes, but its my truth so it's mine to own and clear.  By living this belief of Metal, I have been denying myself all its gifts and it's teachings. As much as I love the fall, because of my blind spots, I've made it an incredibly uncomfortable time for myself.  Silly brain!


So, I set out as any person ready for healing does... kicking and screaming!   I scheduled for myself a cosmic ass whoop so big, I couldn't help but fall apart-- acupuncture, past life regression and 2 energetic healing sessions all in a week.  Crazy to be certain, but I knew I needed help to shake off whatever giant brambles are holding me back. 

I was a mess by the weekend, feeling like I had lost myself... questioning everything in my world... and feeling utterly unconnected to this thing called Metal-- this core expression of nature that I was completely unable to touch.  I was vulnerable and eager but still unsure what came next.  Then it happened... a true to life death that culled it all and brought the gift of resolution.


My favorite college professor died.  Brutal fucking pancreatic cancer, the beast that also took out my grandfather (who coincidentally died 25 years ago today!) and my celestial brother, Bill Hicks.    Remember this is all connected -- The pancreas in Chinese 5 Element is the store-house of ideas... perhaps they were all just too damned full of inspiration!

Hal taught me to see the magic in life again.  He inspired and lifted me in ways I didn't yet know at 19 years old.  He saw me for who I was and championed me to feel and be fearless.  Inspiration was guaranteed whether he was teaching German (sorry Professor, my tongue never did quite get in the swing) or Goethe, Schopenhauer's philosophy or the societal importance of fairy tales... Hal brought passion and mysticism into every day.  I took every class and an extra year of college just to have more time being in the presence of this great man.  I can see now how many of my passions, my core values, were birthed in his presence and by his light. 

As my boyfriend of that time so aptly said: "He made us believe".  Grieving his passing, he's been quite present helping me heal.  Weird noises in my house have appeared that I've never heard in my 4 years here.  Ticks and scratches totally foreign to my home.  Even my family has been aware there's something visiting us. Grief has been very present for me.  Coupled with my intense week of healing, I'm in a perfect moment of acute vulnerability to heal. 

I began wanting to write about Metal and the Fall and all the power and healing that can occur.  But I'm too puddly right now.  A blubbering raw monkey tyring to inspire others.  Psah....
What Dr. Becker has helped me see so clearly is ....   Hal was the perfect Metal-- inspired and fatherly, he challenged us all to be our best and more importantly to be mensch.    I think all I really wanted was for him to be proud of me... proud of the woman I became and not the irresponsible young adult he knew.  In his presence I felt special, important and in the heartbeat of God.  
From the other side, He offered me a healing-- the profound gift of forgiveness.

Shame blocked my ability to feel and embrace my Metal.  And Hal has helped me heal it.  13 years later, I can finally let it go.  And this is the true value of the season. 

Hal has reminded me our memories always judge us more harshly than God/Goddess/Spirit does.  So embrace your shame, your flaws, your colossal f' ups and bring it on.  We have no space for it, no time for these heavy and wasteful emotions that keep us from being who God asked us to be.  Find what inspires you, what hurts you and what ails you and blocks you.  This is not comfortable work, but it is essential.   Use this season to let go of what no longer serves your heart, let go of what eats at your soul and breathe your true self back into the world.