Human Speaks
I feel blocked. Like I want to cry but the outlet is not available. There is nothing wrong, just a feeling of a stream pushing up against a dam. What is it that wants to come through? How can I relax my body and mind even further, to allow the stream to flow freely?
My mind wants to grab, outfitted as it is with innumerable little hooks, similar to those you would find on a burr. Nothing sinister, just a great number of effective attachment points. " How will you satisfy me?" it says. " I am restless. I need something".
"What do you need?" I ask.
"Occupation. I am restless."
Perhaps we should meditate, then. Occupation for the simple sake of it seems like it could be a waste of time.
Soul Speaks
Space, and Openness, Openness, and Space. These feelings of resistance, they are like little dams scattered all over the body. Two in the shoulders, one in the jaw, another in the heart. Moving as I target them. No, I won't chase you. I will sit in stillness and invite you to come to me.
Human Speaks
I see the cause of the dams. Today, we explore our relationship with money. There is a limiting belief surfacing- the belief that there won't be enough. I am afraid of restrictions on freedom. I am afraid of restrictions on expression. I am afraid of restrictions on giving. I am afraid of restrictions.
As I write I can feel the fear lifting like a fog on a summer morning.
We are the Sun. We control our own weather, and will come any time you call.
Journey to the Temple of Light and Song
I am seeing a fairy now, crouched at the base of an enormous moss covered tree. She has iridescent pink, gold, and blue wings. She is gathering something. She stands, and beckons me to follow. As we reach a wall of ivy, she parts it and reveals a beautiful natural garden, full of ponds, streams, ripe fruit trees, various grasses and mosses. She invites me to enter, and as I walk into the garden, red poppy flowers spring up on the path around my feet.
We approach another moss covered tree, and the fairy and I sit down together. She hands me what looks like a golden loaf of bread, and instructs me to eat it. I take the bread from her, examine it for a moment, and then bite into it. My mouth explodes with golden light, and instantly we are flying high above the garden. I see the brilliant colors of the Eden below, and beyond that the trees are grey, dark, and dead. I see beings slumped forward, chains on their wrists, gloomily picking up rocks from a big pile, and moving them unceremoniously to another pile.
I look ahead and see the sun rising over a beautiful green mountain, which juts out of a brilliant blue sea. The wind gusts, and pushes me to the left. Soon the fairy and I dive down into a thick canopy - the Jungle of Peru. A golden temple appears, adorned with symbols and tribal art. We land, flat before a set of stone steps. We walk up the steps together, the fairy and I. At the top there is an opening, leading down into the darkness of the temple. We look at each other, clasp hands and jump, floating down to the bottom, wings fluttering. As our eyes adjust to the dark, we see an altar in the center of the room. One torch lights spontaneously, then six. There is a scroll, covered in symbols I understand intuitively. The fairy and I turn to each other and hug. She disappears into my body, and I am alone. I sit on the stone floor with my legs crossed, just as a column of golden light begins to stream down into the top of my head. The light runs through my body and into the hard floor. The floor beneath me lights up, illuminated through a network of cracks - more symbols. The light becomes so strong it blinds me. The entire temple is now ablaze with golden white light.
YOU ARE THE SUN.
All of a sudden I am seeing the temple from up in the sky. It is absolutely blazing with golden light. When the temple reaches some kind of magical frequency, it begins to sing. The light and sound column generated through the temple penetrates the earth, lighting up a network of gridlines. The golden column extends up into the heavens as well, connecting to a central sun, which is Me.
Never fear, child. This is the Truth of Who We Are.
The Return
I find myself floating back down to the tree in the Garden of Eden. The fairy has returned, and she is eating a red apple. She hands me one, and I take a bite out of it. The sweetness of the apple is a shock to my mouth. I swallow it and feel it slide down my throat and into my stomach. I see the red peel in there, still recognizable. I think about how it will remain that way for a while, maybe for its' entire journey through my body.
I realize I've been sleeping. I vaguely remember the fairy kissing my forehead, and brushing my hair away from my face before leaving me. My body is vibrating in a pulsing pattern. I stand up and make my way back to the wall of ivy. As I walk back through the forest on the dirt path, little woodland animals come to greet me. I thank them, and drop seeds and berries from my pocket for them to eat.
"Share. Share everything" an internal voice whispers. "Hold nothing back. This will release your dams and restore your flow. Have No Fear."
