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Our Will 23 – Chakras

I returned to the word Root, the most common name for the 1st chakra. I also noted that the root chakra was called the 1st chakra. My intuition said these were the keys. What if the root chakra represented our core self? The entity, spirit, or soul that is us, what into this life to be? The reason it is the 1st chakra is because it us at the core level.

When I looked at the other chakras as part of a whole, not an ascendency, a clearer picture evolved. Seeing the flow of ‘energy’ for creation coming down to the Mother, not up, then I could see a image where we might be further separating from ourselves by the ‘evolution’ or ‘ascendency’ concept. I began to think in terms of unifying and connecting, not rising.

Although striking me a radical thinking, and definitely not in alignment with many spiritual growth ideas, I could not shake the resonance of truth. That unity and balance required something different from me. I lost my pride in the beam of white light aura readers told me emanated like a beacon from my head. I knew that there was nothing below the line, that I was not grounded and connected.

This definitely raised the question of why would our world want us to be separate from our root/core selves? The answer is fairly straightforward – for a minimum of fuss and bother.

Societies, whether they are countries, cities, religions, teams, clubs, or families; have rules. Theses rules, in one way or another, state that, “if you want to be part of this family/society, you must act in ways that are acceptable to us.”

It is quite natural that parents like ‘well behaved’ children. A baby quickly learns what behavior will be rewarded with love, care, attention. Unfortunately, it also learns what behavior bring punishment, even if that punishment is withholding love, care, or attention. …./24

To be continued …

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Our Will 21 – Chakras

When I first visited Australia a few years ago, I was working with healers and others who provided help and aid to others using their energetic talents. One of the joys of this work was the discoveries I made along the way, answering questions that I had accumulated from years of trying to figure out this world.

I had experienced quite a bit of Shiatsu and Acupuncture, but had never really considered chakras. The work in Australia focused my attention on them, especially as how they might relate to my core self. My core self could be called my root, spirit or soul. To me, it means my true identity, the one that came into this world before it was distorted by the needs of society.

A particular challenge I had most of life was the shut down of my heart chakra. Energetically it had been a black space for a very long time. Although not yet healed, I had been making progress since my back injury of 15 years earlier. I could feel the lessening of the hard lump of pain, and healers had been chronicling the reduction of the size and density of the black band across my chest.

Now, in Australia, dedicated to working with healers and energy workers, I was determined to crack this problem, to find, release, and connect my heart. My expectations were that, consistent with my efforts to date, it would painful and challenging…./22

Our Will 22 – Chakras

I found that most of the text and studies were reasonably consistent, except for the throat (5th) and the root chakra (1st). I did not put much attention on the 5th chakra confusion because I had associated that with Will, and I was still a long way off from solving what Will meant. It was more important to determine what was going on with the root chakra.

Investigating this, I noticed that the definition of the 2nd chakra was often muddled with the 1st. The differences in the value, or meaning, of the 3rd chakra were not that significant. The question that I needed to solve was why was this confusion so evident here when it was not so with the other chakras.

This took me on a wandering, what the Australians might call an Intellectual Walk About.The first thing I considered was the nature of creation in the Earth Mother sense. Nature, or the earth, needs detritus, debris, and rotting matter to create and nurture life. I think of Mother Earth as a great re-cycler. She accepts the remains of old life, mixes it with some minerals and water, adds a touch of energy (sun, heat, light), and voila, she is ready to support the next generation. The plant and animal world is relaxed and natural about this phenomena. Yet, for some reason, human beings seem to have problems with their own waste products.

Except in more ‘primitive’ cultures, human waste is considered distasteful, and death requires the isolation of the remains from the earth, either through cremation or burial in containers. We are trained from birth that our waste products are not nice, unpleasant and to be avoided. We are trained to be discrete and circumspect about the space between our legs. We are trained to be very private when eliminating wastes, that is shame-full.

Putting community health arguments to the side for a moment, I noticed that one effect of this training is to separate us from our 1st chakra. Why is that? What is so important about the chakra that we must treat it in such a manner? …./23

To be continued …

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Our Will 19 – Hurts

I opened my eyes directly into the beguiled face of my guide, just 8 inches from my own. I had not been aware of her approach from the back wall. But there she was, glued to her chair that pressed as close to my bench as possible. With an inner sigh I knew that I would have to spend some time with her to help her come back into her self and figure out what she experienced. I also needed to understand what happened in terms that made sense to my logical brain.

After waiting a couple of days I called medium and psychic friend who lived about 2000 km. from me. She is an exceptional woman, consistently true and clear in the messages she delivers. She was good natured about the way I always tested her readings by withholding information that could give her intuitive information about what I wanted to know.

Keeping this tradition, I introduced the story of my experience by saying only that I had a regression hypnosis session, taking care to ensure there was no reference to the mystical inclinations of the therapist. I also left out the details on how the session started.

When I finished she said that my experience appeared to be a shamanistic soul recovery. Her endorsement of what the shaman had claimed determined my interpretation. I had an important thing happen to me, for which I was very glad. My friend also confirmed my suspicion that had I continued on with the lights, I would indeed have left this life.

For many years I have carried this memory with me, bringing it out from time to time when I needed self comfort. It was a splendid gift and I still cherish it. However, it is only now, in this series of posts, that I realize I had missed something very important. There were two distinct events that occurred in the session, not one. …./20

Our Will 20 – Hurts

The Soul Recovery was pretty obvious. What I missed was the importance of the release of the Wounded/Inner Child. This was a crucial step in the process of re-connecting to my core self.

You may recall that the sphere appeared where the wounded child had been, and only after my wounded child left.

If I had not released my child, I would not have had the space to recover my soul.


Another element that I am now aware of is that the child was hurt, and afraid. This was the reason it could not continue on its journey. By giving it genuine feelings of safety and security, he could come out of his shell, letting go if the fear of being hurt.

Another realization is that I did not have to relive the hurt experiences to release them. It was important to recognize them, but not have them again. Carolyn Myss does a good job in The Anatomy of the Spirit talking about leaving the past in the past. Focusing on the hurts of the wounded child not only keeps us in that space of pain, it magnifies the emotions. Recognition, Comfort followed by Release is empathetic and healing.

My final realization here is that the inner child was really the wounded child. To mature emotionally I had to let go of the wounded child.

I accept that these are pretty radical ideas and that my particular journey a bit unusual. We all have our own metaphors, our own highly personal challenges and opportunities for dealing with our deep emotional cores. It is my hope that sharing my particular process provides another point of view, a fresh perspective to healing.

Asking the right question is 90% of solving a problem. …21

To be continued …

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Our Will 17 – Hurts

The wall of energy had grown very large now, shielding me like a protective curtain. My guide asked me what was inside my chest. Looking more closely I found a baby, almost a fetus but not quite. My guide then asked me who the baby was. I thought about for a moment, feeling my way towards truth. Finally I knew. I told her that it was me.

I instructed to do, or say, what this infant needed. Very gently I spoke to it, telling him it was all right, that everything was ok, that he was safe. As I was speaking he relaxed, uncurling from the self protective ball he had made of himself. My warmth and assurance filled with love infused him. My guide asked me what the child needed. At first I was confused thinking that I was already giving him what was needed.

Then the knowledge came to me. Unwrapping myself from the protective cocoon I had unconsciously made around the baby, I gestured to the simmering blue energy field. As it approached I continued giving assurances of love and safety. The energy shield gently wrapped itself around the child. Blessings and joy abounded as the two left my chest, beginning a new journey. I could feel the comfort and serenity of the baby as it left with its protector.

After they were gone a moment profound silence lay upon my guide and me. Then I heard her soft voice, as if coming from miles away. “What is in the place where the baby was”? … /18

Our Will 18 – Hurts

I was shocked when I saw absolutely nothing. Nothing at all. Again my guide spoke, asking me what I would put in that dark abyss. I did not reply and waited, knowing that something would appear. And it did. Almost shyly a small sphere emerged, crystalline and clear. As it expanded I could see the emptiness inside it, an emptiness that felt like it had substance.

At this point my ‘self’, that is the sense of my physical body was sensationally expansive. So there was really no reference point to gauge the size of this sphere as it grew. I continued to peer expectantly into its core.

Then a small shaft of light appeared, the color matching that of the energy shield that had taken the baby. The shaft had the look of modern light threads. The thread glowed with the energy (light) that radiated from the tip. It did not cast the light out in the manner of a flashlight. It just glowed. I was really surprised by it and could not figure out what was going on.

Then another light thread appeared bearing a different color. Soon it was joined by others, all springing from somewhere in the core of sphere. As they multiplied they grew and spread out, the sphere expanding with them. The feeling was exultant, the effect like a huge star burst firework, only with no bang, and the thread continued growing, glowing and multiplying while remaining rooted at the base. Although soundless, it felt like the song of the Universe, a chorus of joy and praise was playing. It was so much that I felt I would explode with happiness and wonder.

I was becoming lost in experience. I knew that I could join in and expand with them. That is when the observer part of me stepped in. I had a decision to make. With a little reluctance I decided to stay.

As I carefully disengaged the sphere reduce its size. As it did so the light rays shrunk as well, the effect lasting until the ball was about the size of an orange. It had now become opaque, its core of wonders quiescent within. I left it snuggled into the space once occupied by my baby ‘self’, in that place of my physical heart. A feeling of fullness, wholeness came with me as I returned to full consciousness. …/19


To be continued …

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