Is it just me, or has September been a month of accelerated “gunk shoveling?” I’ve had the opportunity to look at some crappy old beliefs and perceptions I’ve been toting around for decades, and a lot of it ain’t fun to deal with.
A common spiritual teaching is that everyone we meet reflects something of ourselves. It follows that everyone we meet is our teacher. That’s been particularly true in the last week or so, as I navigated powerful experiences of being elated by what I found when gazing into the mirror of one friend, and horrified by what another allowed me to glimpse of my old inner baggage.
I’m grateful to both, but especially so to the one that invited me to address some of those less-frequently cleaned gunk deposits. Even as I got in there with my gunk shovel*, I was remembering that this wasn’t the first time this year I’d been invited to this spot. I’d ignored my January invitation, being more willing to feel hurt than to figure out what was really going on. But September is gunk shoveling month, so into the mines I went.
Feels sooooo good, yet it’s exhausting. I’m needing lots and lots of sleep. Wonder what month October will be…?
*My gunk shovel sometimes looks like meditation, often like my private journal, and last weekend, like an exuberant play session with my cat. What forms does yours take?
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A colleague of mine enjoys a casual study of graphology, also known as handwriting analysis. And when she offered to have a look at a sample of my handwriting, just for fun, I gave her one of last year’s journals.
Some of her insights seemed to contradict one another. For example, “Head always filled with thoughts, pride, judgments, doubts,” but also “Open and approachable, with a ‘live and let live’ attitude,'” and “Too humble/lacks confidence.”
I imagine this is the kind of thing a pro graphologer could clarify. On the other hand, astrological birth charts are always rife with contradictions. We all have our struggles, after all.
Among her other topline insights were things I’m currently working on, such as “insecure about showing emotion.” But I also enjoyed seeing validation for things like, “dependable/good under pressure,” “enthusiastic” and even “selective about friends (hard to win over).”
If she offered to look at your handwriting, would you be curious? Apprehensive? What do you think your handwriting says about you?
I’ve already written a review of the Solving the Mayan Calendar Mystery DVD, as presented by Xel Lungold. I get periodic emails from Mayan Majix and the folks who put together the DVD. Here are the Cliff’s Notes of the period we’re currently experiencing.
We’re in the Galactic cycle of consciousness–the top of the pyramid, if you will. Each cycle is divided into 7 “Days” and 6 “Nights.” In November 2009, we entered the 6th night–the final night of the cycle:
- Here is usually a troubled time in each of the past 7 Consciousness cycles.
- It’s when some of the methods developed during the previous “Days” have been jettisoned because they were seen as not being workable toward a greater survival potential.
- If you are experiencing anything other than pleasure then you are experiencing some sort of resistance to your ultimate survival.
- Do what you feel is right and you will experience pleasure within that act, no matter how mundane.
- Pleasure is going to be your compass as far as what to do that is in your best interest over the next few years.
- So I’d break my pleasure out of its cracked case and start using it if I were you.
(the whole thing is here)
Carl Johan Calleman’s vision of the night is more complex. Read it here.
The 7th day (the final day) begins November 3, 2010 and concludes Oct. 28th, 2011). At this point, the belief is that we evolve to conscious Co-Creation of existence and experience. It’s ultimately all good, but if you read Dr. Calleman’s article, you’ll see it could get pretty bumpy along the way. Fasten your seat belts.
Friday, I was with Consciousness Circle buddy Lisa, describing the waves of fear that had had me on an emotional roller coaster recently, especially leading up to last week’s eclipse. To her clairvoyant/audiant senses, much of the blockage between me and a more abundant state was wrapped up in aka cords draining me.
I’d not heard the term before. It’s a name for the energetic threads that connect us in all our relationships (even our relationships to things).
These particular cords had become a negative connection for me. After asking if I were ready to sever them, Lisa led me through a beautiful exercise in which I named the cords I could perceive (I only felt/saw two–one connected to my solar plexus, labeled “shame,” and one at my throat I called “shhhhh”), then saw them cut away, as well as any others I might be seeing that weren’t serving my highest good.
My response is a measure of just how safe I feel with Lisa. First, I wept, then began spontaneously vocalizing–sound that gradually became more pure until I was toning. And hey, I don’t have any training in that. It was loud. Clearly, the “shhhhh” line had been severed. Hee!
Laugher was next. It bubbled up and had me cackling. Very freeing feeling, to laugh spontaneously without any external trigger!
The whole experience made perfect sense to me, particularly in light of what happened the week before the Solstice.
But that’s another story.