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Chest Energy Center- Love and Trust
***I will be away for a couple of weeks. I will continue blogging when I return, until then, thank you for your interest and your comments….Carol.
It is here you have the following potential, “You feel connected to all of Life. Everyone becomes your relative. Plants, animals, birds, and insects also become your relatives. You feel the pain of others and the joy of others. You care for others. You are open and welcoming.” (p58-59) That is what you are capable if you allow energy to leave the Chest energy center out of love and trust. That is what we must have if we are to evolve and survive on this earth we call Mother.
All things that live here breathe the same air, drink the same waters, eat from the same land. We are all of the tribe of humanity; breath and water of The One. If we truly believed this, we would show respect and make peace and unity with all our relations during these challenging times by release love and trust from our chest energy center. ..our hearts.
Excerpt from the Strong Spirit Path, Paula Underwood Spencer:
“…all things that contain Energy
are alive
as all things are formed of Energy
all things are alive
and all things are related
each to the other
always .”
As someone who follows the Native American Ways, I have been taught that the spirit in the wooden chair is no different than the sprit of the still-living tree. If it once had living essence, it still carries that spirit. And, if it was part of Creation, it, as well, carries that essence. All that sprung from creation has spirit: Thus are we all connected.
“From the Great Spirit there came a great unifying life force that flowed in and through all things - the flowers of the plains, blowing wind, animals - and was the same force that had been breathed into the first man. Thus all things were kindred and were brought together by the Great Mystery.” - Chief Luther Standing Bear, Teton Sioux
We are always in the constant state of being. Every food we eat, that was a living thing, is part of our spirit. Every sound made, every movement made is spirit. It all connects back to Creation.
Nhat Hanh, Zen Master, claims that there is a cloud that floats above that piece of paper. Paper, as we all know, is made by trees. Trees require earth, sunshine, carbon dioxide, and water. The water comes from an aquifer in the ground that is fed by rain water. Rain comes from clouds. When we look at a piece of paper, we should see the tree, the water, the rain and the cloud.
I love the absolute soulful sense the stories of the ancients have passed down to us. Our shard reality with all things is beautiful to me. It is one that should cause us all to treat each other and all things with a quality of spiritual reverence and respect that should emit from every energy center we have but more so from the heart energy center.
We Belong To The Earth
This we know. The earth does not
belong to us; we belong to the earth.
This we know. All things are connected
like the blood which unites one family.
All things are connected.
Whatever befalls the earth befalls
the sons and daughters of
the earth.
We did not weave the web of life;
We are merely a strand in it.
Whatever we do to the web,
we do to ourselves.
—– Attributed to
Chief Noah Sealth
There are the Grandmother Spider stories we find in many First Nation tribes that speak to creation and the web of life. The main theme is that Grandmother Spider who, with God, created the Earth and all the things upon it. With the help of the animals, she separated the people into clans. The animals led the people to the places where they built their homes and settled. We consider the virtues of spider’s keen awareness, its patience, and how it brings a balance in nature. Spider webs symbolize the interconnectedness of all things. The web connects all things, creating a balance.
Somehow we have got to get back to what I have been taught as our only reason for being here: To take care of Mother Earth and each other. To do this, we must listen to the energy that comes in, process it, and learn to reconnect to whatever we do or say. We are moving into the Fifth Hoop, when it is our last chance to become spiritual beings living earthly lives and see and respect the interconnectedness of all things with the One Creator. We have to release our energy in love and trust that all things are as they should be except maybe human beings. We must evolve or die, as Eckhart said in “The New Earth”.
From DESIDERATA, MAX EHRMANN 1927: You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.
More of the collection “That Kind of Real
More of the collection that is coming into Being….
That Kind of Goodbye
I.
a few sips down the throat
and it will be finished
but foam will stay
for a few residual moments
on the lip
of that kind of Goodbye
II.
bitter taste of something thick
still clinging to the roof of mouth
and back of throat
that does not know how to completely say
that kind of Goodbye
III.
tip of tongue moving
against gums and teeth
as evening lowers it bones
to be gnawed on because there is
some flavor left
that kind of Goodbye
IV.
long after falling to sleep
ears hear ticking
of some alarm
not set to go off
until later
and knowing it will
stun me stupid
clinging half inch off the covers
even though I expected
that kind of Goodbye
That Kind of Cave
I.
Plato knew the disguise of shadows
pretending to be light
and runners came into the camp
to warn a new campaign
was riding hard over sage and slither
to take away the right to live
in gentle culture’s Sweat lodge life
that kind of cave
II.
Crunching bones of gotten gain,
Wolf knew the reason to digest
even rottenest of meat
when catch was meager
or easily fended off
but for this cracking
those that wait for her
to feed upon her best thought thoughts
waiting, whining whelps,
in darkness that shed little light
that filled the gut of bright eyed need to know
laying on well-worn rocks
that kind of cave
III.
Seedlings know false springs and sprouts
but I, the gardener must pluck
weed from flowerbed
and leave potential pulsing in the dark
for its time and place and truth
underneath pine-spill acid and raindrops
and doves that would love to take them
in their craw, should they not stay hidden
in that kind of cave
That Kind of Woman
I.
a woman, peering through shroud
of curtain after curtain
of many kinds of rain
and clouds, and crowds
with faces turned up in hope
and she gives it, one phrase at a time
like the shadows that peak
through softest satin
when the night light is right
that kind of woman
II.
a lake, an elongated moon,
a passion stroking surface
like a silver swan skims
dark from a heavy dew-stained glass
she is a parter of branches
for better view of the mirror
that reflects her
that kind of Woman
III.
a simple sigh, a terrible sigh,
a sigh heard from heaven
to the depths of hell
from a throat that is so softened
it can no longer hold it
and yet lays out paper, and a pen,
sits on steps and lets stars fill her
in places that sighs have left empty
that kind of Woman
IV.
she is cupped palm of grace,
of agape, of passion
that reaches to cover her face,
and mine,
when it feels like sorrow
might startle us
and cause us to flee
from this spiral suction
that dares to try
to lead one of us ashore
while the other treads hardest waters
that kind of Woman
is swan
That Kind Of Father
I.
a man who sweeps snow off the porch
and blazes a trail
before sun comes up
or stars go down
so his son can take out the garbage
to that very spot
he spent an hour shoveling around
that kind of father
II.
one who took is daughter
to her Daddy-daughter date
and didn’t dance
because he couldn’t,
and besides, he didn’t know
how to hold her
but held her elbow
when she got in the car
when the music was over
that kind of father
III.
a voice that softened when angry,
so you had to lean in to hear
and wished you hadn’t
for then you saw the hurt
in his eyes that his words would not give away
that kind of father
IV.
who took his own aging
like he took reins,
firmly, but softly so he would not harden
the mouth of his team,
his daughter, his son;
let years take its own course
but piled memories
like straw on the hayrack,
that he would stack
and restack, in case of need
later, when their was a run-away
and something ate all his hard harvest
that kind of father
That Kind Of Grace
I.
sweeping vestibule
with vicious broom
until nothing is left but motes,
there is
that kind of Grace
II.
boat crossing lake, full speed,
as if arrival were the thing,
chugging to a stop
to avoid a skim of geese
that kind of Grace
III.
Grace, strewn like petals
on a steep climb
Throat Energy System - Voices of the Elders
It was not long ago that I wrote about how chanting, drumming, and that singing in our mother tongue vibrates the throat chakra.
Have you ever wanted to cry so bad, and were holding it back and suddenly there was a great grasping, stabbing pain in your throat? When ShirRae, my youngest daughter, was little, she came to me with a look of almost panic, and her silent little cry. “What’s the matter, ShirRae,” I asked. “Dustin hurt my feelers,” she gasped, pointing to her throat. She was experiencing what we as adults probably do not even wonder at…throat chakra pain. Every emotion calls your attention to where problems are.
A place of truth , a place we can express our creativity. We have a choice of how to release the energy from our throat. We can voice our thoughts, feelings, emotions, hopes dreams, visions, prayers,; complete verbal expression. We can communicate our truths or communicate our angsty denials and projects of that. Oh, for a soft voice, the song of a mother, the poem of a poet, the words of the Elders in their quiet voices one must lean towards:
We have been telling the people that this is the Eleventh Hour
Now you must go back and tell the people that this is the Hour
And there are things to be considered.
Where are you living?
What are you doing?
What are your relationships?
Are you in the right relation?
Where is your water?
Know your garden.
It is time to speak your truth
Create your community.
Be good to each other.
And do not look outside yourself for the leader.
This could be a good time!
There is a river flowing now very fast
It is so great and swift that there are those who will be afraid.
They will try to hold onto the shore.
They will feel they are being torn apart and they will suffer greatly.
Know the river has its destination.
The elders say we must let go of the shore, and push off and into the river,
Keep our eyes open, and our head above the water.
See who is in there with you and Celebrate.
At this time in history, we are to take nothing personally.
Least of all ourselves.
For the moment that we do,
Our spiritual growth and journey comes to a halt.
The time of the lone wolf is over, Gather yourselves!
Banish the word struggle from your attitude and your vocabulary.
All that you do now must be done in a sacred manner
And in celebration.
“We are the ones we’ve been waiting for…” -The Elders, Hopi Nation, Oraibi, Arizona
Let me always speak MY truth, not just simply THE truth.
Cherokee Prayer
Oh Great Spirit, help me always to speak the truth quietly,
to listen with an open mind when others speak,
and to remember the peace that may be found in silence
The Forehead Energy System - The Place of Intuition
On page 55, Gary and Linda write about the sixth energy center. They state that this center allows you to see more than your five senses can show you. It allows you to know the intentions of others…enables you to recognize opportunities, shifts you orientation from that of victim to your experiences to that of creator of your own experiences.”
This energy center has been called ‘The Third Eye” as well. Although the name for this area differs, there are commonalities in the understanding of what this energy center is all about. It is said to be the centre for clairvoyance, visions, and transcendence of time and space in thinking… and draws energy into the brain. This is the center that receives intuitive information about the world around you - as an “all-seeing eye”. it is seen as the place of imagination, creativity and intuition.
Over-sensitive people are imbalanced and take more energy in through this center. As well, people who have overactive forehead energy centers are known to have difficulty relating to the mundane things of life. When you feel yourself caught up in illusions and glass and addictions, this, too is a signal that too much energy is being received from this energy center. If it is closed, one can become self-centered, lacking in vision, continually putting labels on things, as well, this can lead us to literal interpretations, religious obsession and fundamentalist interpretations. A cue that one’s sixth energy center is struggling is that you can feel a tingling sensation in this area. Also, a tingling sensation in this area can be a knock at your door that intuition is trying to communicate with you.
(This is the same as with other energy centers and Goosebumps or chills).
This is the place of Intuition: that sense of knowing without reason. Intuition communicates through symbols, feelings, and yes, emotions but does not speak to us in a typically known language. It infers. We are born with intuition. It is a gift and as children, we used it often. As we aged, it often became overruled by logic and reason and often, but not too often, we get this sense in our stomach … a gut knowing, but we tend to doubt it, disregard it. But intuition is still there for our use. Like any unused muscle, it can be strengthened by being in the moment, being aware, surrendering ourselves to that peace that allows it its tongue.
Our bodies are incredible message-takers and givers. We can speak, infer with our bodies, and give facial and body cues. We have the use of our senses as awesome receptors of al kinds of information. But, where we get confused is whether to listen to our heads or hearts.
I was counseling a girl just now on the phone. She asked what she could do to know the difference between the bad voice and the good voice in her head. During the conversation, I said, “If we do not listen to our heart, our head will talk our leg off!”
“Every emotions is a physical experience…When energy leaves a energy center, you have physical sensations.” (p56) But, every time we do not follow our inner guide of intuition, we feel loss of energy, loss of power, and a sense of spiritual deadness. - Shakti Gawain
There are whispers in and from your soul. Listen! Shhhhhh! Listen! It is inviting you to know.
***The jpg is an ATC done by Evette Rice, called “The Watcher”. She is a member of ATC World Trading Group ( http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ATC_World/ ) I belong to. She had no idea how pertinent her gift to me was. It represents the hours of work I do a day, trying to awaken.