Temple in the Tumble
This looks peaceful enough, doesn’t it? Even the fog presents a vista of stillness. This outward stillness can be illusory at the moment, and is not necessarily to be depended upon. Think about hiking or driving in thick fog. Slow and careful is mandatory, in order to avoid harm. Navigation is different, but not impossible.
The anguish currents have been unleashed. Deep beneath the fog, {Fear, Obligation & Guilt} writhe currents of what is transforming and what must be transmuted into whatever Source deems appropriate. This can be felt in the third eye, and its accompanying ‘anguish point’ as it is known in acupuncture. If your third eye feels foggy lately, these waves are why.
The process reminds me of Treebeard’s line in Lord of The Rings, “Break the Dam! Unleash the River!” And, “…the filth of Saruman is washing away…” Here it is! And, for most of us, the turmoil is interior. The deep scars of the plunder of Isengard, a sacred temple, were washed clean by the freeing of the river Isen. So we are freed, to be the temples we are, as higher frequencies rush through us.
How much mastery have you gained with handling the tantrums of your wounding? The archetype that is surfacing to be let go is that of the wounded child. Many will speak of shadow surfacing to be processed. Yes. That is another way of putting it. How are you handling these currents, as they rise up to be released?
In ancient temples, there were Priestesses who, after having gone through their daily practice, walked through the temple structure, purifying its energies with their fields {auras}. I wouldn’t suggest this to anyone at the moment… however… we can do this within ourselves.
For example: Yesterday, midday, I had prepared a large salad for the main meal, and was enjoying same with my housemate. I was suddenly hit with a massive wave of nausea. Tummy isn’t my go-to for processing, so I knew this was something big, if not the ‘what’ of it. I chose not to give the current power of any kind. Not worry, not victim, and not ‘clearing.’ I sat with it, soothing my body, letting it know in no uncertain terms that this salad was delicious, healthy, and our main food for today, so I was not thrilled about the idea of ‘throwing it away.’ Then I took a few breaths of starlight and let go into what needed to be. This, while watching my housemate move back from the table… which was funny except that I couldn’t laugh… I did manage to tell her not to worry, that I would make it to the loo if need be… and asked her to continue her story and her meal. The idea! That I would spew all over the table! My body knows me better than that, and will inevitably give fair warning, or hold out long enough. There is an etiquette to higher vibrational embodiment!
And so, after several uncomfortable minutes, the energy subsided as did the nausea. The temple that is my body understood my intent to honor her, and let ‘whateveritwas’ move on, transform, and reconfigure.
Divine love, and its inherent purity, always…. always, always, knows what is needed. The light that we are, is love’s intelligence made manifest. It knows what to do, and how to be, if we will but let that happen.
And, so, I forgot all about the episode. I helped out a friend who was experiencing distress. The needed help was the kind of heavy lifting I don’t normally engage in anymore, and I found myself having to remember to turn it over and not even attempt to be the do-er. This is normally autopilot for me, now, so it was odd to see the pattern seem to resurrect itself. I did not buy in. I saw into the issue, and let Source do what She does best… Be the Solution.
Mid-day, today, as I went to the kitchen to put together our salad du jour, it was as if my sawdust had suddenly drained away. No energy. A bit of headache and dizziness… and, if I let go into my body, trauma heaving its way forward. My body is using the memory of having a stroke, and its symptoms, as signs for the past week or so. “That was then, this is now,” I quietly assure her. As I do that, the symptoms settle into a flow of transformation. I don’t know what these energies need to change into, but my Source Essence does. It helps to remember this, no matter what. Don’t try to control this process! You’ll only be in the path of the surge.
I soothed my body, and quietly put together what was, if I do say so myself, another delicious meal. As I did so, I let the symptoms take a back seat, assuring my body that I was paying attention, but that this activity was what was needed at the moment. Since then, I’ve stayed quiet, letting my body do what needs to be done to let these energies move into whatever configuration is optimal.
I felt ‘child trauma’ in my body, especially in the heart and head, around no longer being wanted. Hmm…those feelings play into the Teacher role, a bit, though they have their roots in childhood. As I let go, more and more, Source soothed that ancient wound until its heaviness became lighter and lighter, and, eventually, vanished. Then came the next wave. Already within surrender’s flow, my body let it move almost immediately. This is a purging of what will not thrive in a “superconductor of high vibrational coherence,” as my friend Cayelin puts it. I choose to be one of these. How about you?
These waves, hidden and crunchy though some may be, are what is needed for our configurations to change. The best we can do is to move with them. This is what is, for now.
Sometimes we are a lighthouse, a beacon, for what is possible. Sometimes, as we transform, we simply become a ‘lighter house.’
Much love to you,
