Dual Speak
Shamanic talk:
Woke up to an image of skull and cross bones. Not very loving. What force is projecting that image on the field of consciousness? My force, your force, our force? I am seeing with those eyes at the back of my head and view a "pleat" in the fabric or a "split" mirror or "spliced" wire. Illusion of duality. We are of shadow and we are of light. In and out a revolving door that radiates and reflects, radiates and reflects.
Trish talk.
Someone asked me where I learned the Circle of Life teaching. I was blank…until I was at a party in front of a bonfire singing this earth chant: I walk your sacred ground, healing waters I have found, rivers flowing strong and deep wash away your tears; Mother I hear your cry, I feel your every sigh, I have come to comfort you, around the Medicine Wheel. After I sang I mentioned that I had sung this for my mom’s funeral service. And then I remembered! That’s the first time I did a Circle of Life story mapping…for my mom’s funeral service. This reveals to me that my brain remembers through association and not data input and output. I am not a machine! Often I go to retrieve information and it’s not there. My wires are wrapped differently.
Woke up to an image of skull and cross bones. Not very loving. What force is projecting that image on the field of consciousness? My force, your force, our force? I am seeing with those eyes at the back of my head and view a "pleat" in the fabric or a "split" mirror or "spliced" wire. Illusion of duality. We are of shadow and we are of light. In and out a revolving door that radiates and reflects, radiates and reflects.
Trish talk.
Someone asked me where I learned the Circle of Life teaching. I was blank…until I was at a party in front of a bonfire singing this earth chant: I walk your sacred ground, healing waters I have found, rivers flowing strong and deep wash away your tears; Mother I hear your cry, I feel your every sigh, I have come to comfort you, around the Medicine Wheel. After I sang I mentioned that I had sung this for my mom’s funeral service. And then I remembered! That’s the first time I did a Circle of Life story mapping…for my mom’s funeral service. This reveals to me that my brain remembers through association and not data input and output. I am not a machine! Often I go to retrieve information and it’s not there. My wires are wrapped differently.
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