After I got my fire going and ate an orange-the only food I allowed myself that evening-I lay on my bed and watched my thoughts. I started to think about how while I have great faith in miracles, metaphysical events and the overall supportive nature of the universe, I hadn’t been fully trusting Spirit to help me with the mundate tasks of life-I believed it was possible to raise the dead, but didn’t trust the universe to protect my car keys. I realized I’d had a deep-seated reluctance to ask for this kind of help, thinking it was arrogant and unrealistic. I decided that I will let magic happen in my everyday life, whether that means helping me build a fire or write a paper or keep mice out of my house.
I read a chapter from my copy of Douglas Monroe’s “21 Lessons of Merlyn”, did some writing and then meditated. I felt a very strong pulsating energy in my crown chakra, so strong it was almost uncomfortable. I continued to feel that energy off and on through the next day. When I lay down to sleep I had several very interesting dreams, including one in which a pool of water next to the caretaker’s cabin had a fire burning in it and one in which etheric being similar to a giant spider crossed the path which led to my cabin (my tarot card for the day had been the High Priestess, which is represented by spider in animal tarot..)
My sleep was sporadic since I hadn’t mastered the art of maintaining the fire at an even burn and therefore had to get up several times to work with it. When I awoke after dawn I felt nauseous, and later vomitted several times, which I feel was my body’s way of releasing physical and spiritual toxins.
After packing my belongings and speaking to the caretaker I visited the pool of water I’d dreamed about, and felt the water speaking to me. It told me that water was my protector and would support me. I felt very loved.
As I was walking back past her cabin the caretaker came out again and asked if I’d like her to give me Reiki. I said yes and sat in a chair in her kitchen while she first applied light touch and then used off-body energy transmission. I felt very restless at times during the treatment but was able to release alot of stagnant energy. Towards the end of the session I overcame my inhibitions and aided the releases by making intuitive movements and sounds. Eventually I told her I’d gotten what I needed, thanked her, hugged her and headed back down the mountain.
I feel like I may have left out some fascinating details but I hope that I’ve conveyed the essence of my experience. Before I left the caretaker gave me the e-mail address of the Native American shaman who I mentioned in my first post about the Monk’s Cave.
I’m very interested in comments and feedback about this blog, and also what you might like to see more or less of. I’d like to encourage dialogue through the comment feature. Blessings,
Josiah
