I did this journey this morning and thought I would share it.
I went to my heart chakra and entered it. It was brighter than it had ever been before. The glowing white ‘stone of my knowing’ that had been given to me by my Grandmother helping spirit, is shining brightly and lighting the room, I call Bear to be with me, and I ask my heart to show me what is hidden here that I need to know at this time. Everything goes dark, and I start falling down, down through darkness. (At this point I paused the tape as I knew I would need more time.) I finally land back in my heart chakra only now it is very dark. I look around and in the back there is a ghost-like figure dancing menacingly. She is shrouded in black, but all of her bones are visible. I ask her who she is, and she replies “I am your fear.“
What do I need to know about you before I get rid of you? I’m done with you hiding in my heart.
“I am your fear of the dark. You had fears of the dark, and you projected them inside. You projected your fear of the outer dark, inside, and became afraid of your own dark. You became fearful of your own womb ---your place of creativity; fearful of your night ---the dark that is like the fertile, moist earth that envelops and germinates the seeds.”
I grab the spector’s wrists and take her to the garden outside my heart chakra. I call Mother Earth, and Bear is at my side. I ask, how do I mulch her, my fear of the dark?
“With light”
I reach up to my eighth chakra and gather a handful of light and forcefully throw it at the spector of my fear. The light explodes her into a cloud of ash that settles on the garden to fertilize it.
... and then twilight descends on the garden of my heart, and night falls... tree frogs begin to chirp and sing. The evening flowers begin to pop open into bloom ---evening primrose, and a large white, cactus flower opens up and seems to glow in the dark. Jaguar moves into the garden from the edge of the dark forest and I can hear owls calling in the distance. All is still, and as my eyes adjust to the dark, and I can see in the dark.
I go back into my heart chakra with Bear, and my white stone is now glowing and casting a soft green light about the chakra room. I ask if there is more I need to know, and I see two small children, who I sometimes see in my heart chakra, curled up together sleeping. Bear says “Sleeping is healing, nurturing and restful. A lot is happening while you sleep.“
I get an image of bear hibernating around a nursing cub. “In the dark, in the night, you are feeding your dreams ---who you are becoming, just like you nurse your child during the night, sometimes only half awake and without full awareness.”
I ask what else I need to know and tears begin to roll down my cheeks.
“Grief and sorrows are healed and transformed in the dark.“ As the tears start to drop from my cheeks they each burst into a spark of light that floats off into the dark.
I turn and walk to the door of my heart chakra, and the pre-dawn light is spreading across the garden. I thank Bear. I thank Mother Earth, and I return.
Sharon, what a moving journey. So much healing, wisdom and teaching. One of the shaman's gift is to see in the dark. In fact, some define shaman as "one who sees in the dark." Thank you for sharing your journey. It is a gift to us all.
I did this journey this morning and thought I would share it.
I went to my heart chakra and entered it. It was brighter than it had ever been before. The glowing white ‘stone of my knowing’ that had been given to me by my Grandmother helping spirit, is shining brightly and lighting the room, I call Bear to be with me, and I ask my heart to show me what is hidden here that I need to know at this time. Everything goes dark, and I start falling down, down through darkness. (At this point I paused the tape as I knew I would need more time.) I finally land back in my heart chakra only now it is very dark. I look around and in the back there is a ghost-like figure dancing menacingly. She is shrouded in black, but all of her bones are visible. I ask her who she is, and she replies “I am your fear.“
What do I need to know about you before I get rid of you? I’m done with you hiding in my heart.
“I am your fear of the dark. You had fears of the dark, and you projected them inside. You projected your fear of the outer dark, inside, and became afraid of your own dark. You became fearful of your own womb ---your place of creativity; fearful of your night ---the dark that is like the fertile, moist earth that envelops and germinates the seeds.”
I grab the spector’s wrists and take her to the garden outside my heart chakra. I call Mother Earth, and Bear is at my side. I ask, how do I mulch her, my fear of the dark?
“With light”
I reach up to my eighth chakra and gather a handful of light and forcefully throw it at the spector of my fear. The light explodes her into a cloud of ash that settles on the garden to fertilize it.
... and then twilight descends on the garden of my heart, and night falls... tree frogs begin to chirp and sing. The evening flowers begin to pop open into bloom ---evening primrose, and a large white, cactus flower opens up and seems to glow in the dark. Jaguar moves into the garden from the edge of the dark forest and I can hear owls calling in the distance. All is still, and as my eyes adjust to the dark, and I can see in the dark.
I go back into my heart chakra with Bear, and my white stone is now glowing and casting a soft green light about the chakra room. I ask if there is more I need to know, and I see two small children, who I sometimes see in my heart chakra, curled up together sleeping. Bear says “Sleeping is healing, nurturing and restful. A lot is happening while you sleep.“
I get an image of bear hibernating around a nursing cub. “In the dark, in the night, you are feeding your dreams ---who you are becoming, just like you nurse your child during the night, sometimes only half awake and without full awareness.”
I ask what else I need to know and tears begin to roll down my cheeks.
“Grief and sorrows are healed and transformed in the dark.“ As the tears start to drop from my cheeks they each burst into a spark of light that floats off into the dark.
I turn and walk to the door of my heart chakra, and the pre-dawn light is spreading across the garden. I thank Bear. I thank Mother Earth, and I return.
I am grateful for the many gifts of this journey.
Sharon, what a moving journey. So much healing, wisdom and teaching. One of the shaman's gift is to see in the dark. In fact, some define shaman as "one who sees in the dark." Thank you for sharing your journey. It is a gift to us all.