Bliss
© Colleen Rae, 2012
Bliss © Colleen Rae, 2011
I just wrote to a friend, recapping some of my past year’s amazing experiences:
I also undertook a huge project with five apprentices who all lived in various places in the states. We meditated together every day, did healings, and recorded our dreams on a blog site I’d created for us called “The Dream of the Dolphin” — and we were the pod. Some of us made dream collages, and all did shamanic poetry. The experiences were extraordinary–especially around the premonitions of the Japanese tsunami. I am writing a book about that now.
Writing that got me recalling the many truly amazing experiences I had during that very intense time. One was a dream I described into my my digital recorder and posted on “Pod Blog” that morning:
05-18-11 Dream 6.04 am
I had fallen back to sleep and . . . . I just had this shower-burst of light bursting through my head. The most radiant light. It was part of the dream and I experienced it in my physical body [in actuality] and it was incredible. . . . it was just this beautiful bursting of light. My head [as I talked on the recorder] feels full of it. The afterglow of it.
Trying to capture the feeling of the dream, I quickly made this collage:
Light Bursting Forth © Colleen Rae, 2011
Later I re-immersed in that my dream and spent many glorious hours making the “Bliss” collage above.
Just looking at them brings that powerful burst of light back to me. It was a truly awesome experience.
Gardening Tips from the Other Side
© Colleen Rae, 2011
I’ve always loved plants, but I had never had a vegetable garden. I wanted one though, and I had the perfect spot. Still fear kept me from doing much more than preparing the soil.
My partner’s brother changed all that. He wanted heirloom tomatoes. I had told him in the winter I would grow them for him.
I’m a woman of my word. But how? I felt like a baby learning to walk without any hands to hold onto.
Ah, but I had hands. I was out there in the garden putting in the tomatoes and all of a sudden I realized BOTH my grandmothers were there. Now that surprised me. I wouldn’t have been surprised by my father’s mother being there. I adored going with her into her massive vegetable garden on their farm near the start of Mississippi River. But I never knew my mother’s mother gardened. But there she was too–a city woman and a country woman both boosting my confidence with their presence, both urging me to draw on my love of indoor “gardening” and the flower gardens I’d planted outdoors with great success.
So I planted the plants Maurice brought over and then added some seeds and all things flourished.
But I noticed the other day that two of the tomato plants were faring much better than the other two. I thought I should transplant them to another part of the garden or even into containers. But both grandmothers made their presence felt. “No!” they said. “Don’t do it.”
I was talking to my friend Kate and told her the tale of the grandmothers helping me to get started with vegetable gardening. I mentioned what had just transpired with their telling me to leave the tomato plants where they were. I said, “I’m a bit of a kamikaze when it comes to flowers. I just dig up plants and move them from one location to another all the time. They always seem to do well, so I don’t understand this.”
“But your grandmothers are right,” said Kate, who’d grown up with a gardening mom. “They’re fruiting.” She explained how if I moved the plants now, I’d not get any tomatoes.
I’ve been communicating with those from the Other Side all my life, but this one tickled me more than most. Gardening tips from the Other Side–indeed!
Bliss Bunnies of the World Unite!
© Colleen Rae, 2011
Last fall, I started a Meetup group in Toronto with the intention of teaching and leading my Joyflow Meditation with the goal of Blissing in Public Spaces and leaving the energy of Joyflow behind.
I see this group as a form of social activism, where participants can do a non-random act of kindness and a meaningful act of beauty for ourselves, our fellow participants, our city, our province, our country, our hemisphere, our world, our galaxy, our universe, the universes as we connect to all on the WWWeb of Life.
This grows out of my own experience of how we leave energy traces behind us, wherever we go–like this story of we left behind after my “Turn on Your Heartlight” workshop at a local yoga centre.
When I went to return the key at the yoga centre today, I asked the director, if she’d liked the buzzy energy we left in the place. Her eyes filled with bliss–that’s the only way I can put it. She said that when she’d come in on Monday, the room felt so good, she just had to do a sit within that energy. Fortunately, she said, she’d come early enough to do that. Then when the yoga teacher came later for the first class, she walked into the room and right back out again, exclaiming to the director about the incredible energy in the room. She too was early enough to do her own little sit. Then in the evening, the director’s husband was vacuuming the room. He came out and said to her that he knew it had been awhile since he’d been at the centre, but it sure felt wonderful in that room.
When I shared this with those who had been at the workshop, I added, “Now maybe we can’t take ALL the credit because there were two meditation groups that also met that weekend–but what do you think? Maybe we should make it our goal to litter the world with as much Joyful Heart Smile Energy as we can this week. Deposit energy traces wherever you go!”
And that’s what this group is about–leaving Blissful energy traces wherever we go.
Amulets of Protection
© Colleen Rae, 2011
The last two nights have been rugged with insomnia. I’ve had a lot of thoughts about our human tendency to blame the victims. I used to watch this in rape trials in the 60s and 70s. “If she hadn’t worn such a short skirt, she’d never have been raped.” I came to understand it was an “amulet” of sorts–a way to ward of bad things happening because oneself would never “invite” rape by wearing a mini (or whatever the person ‘did wrong’). Of course, this all ignored the fact that old ladies asleep in their bed have intruders rape them.
So here’s my question, “Why do people say it’s Japan’s ‘karma’ to have these bad things happen, but no one said that with the earthquake and deaths in Christchurch, New Zealand or the when 2/3s of Queensland, Australia was underwater or even when the tsunami hit in Indonesia killing a quarter of a million people?”
And why would dolphins not just target the horrible people who kill dolphins and other sea creatures? Why would they target a bunch of retirees who have now lost everything?
I could go on, but I’m sure you get my point.
I find all this very disturbing.
Bed Meditation
© Colleen Rae, 2011
love my early morning, just-woke-up 10-minute bed meditations. This was a particularly fine one that I captured on a recording I made right after:
I just want to stay in that meditation today. It’s so yummy. I was the softening each of the chakras and with each the kundalini was moving and feeling so good. And I was on my solar plexus chakra when I noticed like the way the crown chakra looks to me when I’m watching someone–that sea anemone kind of movement. But this was like a flower opening that was smokey aurora borealis and it was then dancing around it. Almost the effect there was in that Cameron movie with the big blue people [Avatar] when the flowers were moving. But these are more ethereal even. And it looks like what I drew when I drew Leaving the Body, that picture–or the way it looked when it was photographed in negative, that kind of whitish iridescent wispiness. In the center there’s a little dot like the lovely blue, that tantra blue, but it keeps moving. There are a bunch of these there–or is there just the one that I’m watching. And I realize that I’m watching — I’m not sure, energy?– from the field. Around a body? Anyway it was a nice meditation. Nice is the wrong word.
My Endless Love
© Colleen Rae, 2011
The day before Valentine’s Day, a man in my dream seems to be giving me the message: WATCH FOR THE SIGNS. I need–as I teach my Shamanistic Creative Writing student–to watch for the “Life as a Fortune Cookie” messages, to pay more attention to the moment, to what’s around me, and spend less time cataloguing because that’s the old me. So I decide to do just that.
Later when I’m doing yoga, I realize that I have had song playing on what I call the Psychic Jukebox. It’s been playing in my head since I woke up–”You’re every breath that I take,” etcetera, etcetera. And it came with the dream that I had, from the man with the curly hair, the tall guy who told me to watch for the signs.
When I finally track it down, I discover it’s called “Endless Love”. I’m enchanted as I listen to the original duet by Lionel Ritchie and Diana Ross on Youtube.
Then I found a beautiful video made with the song as a backdrop. As I watched, I had a moment of feeling this could as easily be a love song from God.
I played the video again, imagining that’s exactly what it was. It left me feeling something I knew I wanted all those I cared about to feel to. So I sent out this email with the subject line Never forget you’re the Beloved :
Listen and imagine this is a song from the Divine to you–for it is.
Happy Valentine’s Day.
Colleen
The day after Valentine’s Day, I had to travel by subway to my partner’s temporary office to pick up a check he needed me to deposit. I’d been so engrossed in my book that I’d gotten off two stops too early.
So I sat and read and in less than five minutes, another train arrived.
I was going to go right over to the theatre to pick up Gerard’s check. I was late, but the ice drew me–”skate first.”
Debating (and being annoyed by the music on the loudspeaker–I prefer quiet skating), I thought, “Ah, he said he’d be in all afternoon . . . ” And uncharacteristically, I succumbed to the siren call of the rink.
I went into the changing area and didn’t even rush as I laced up my skates.
As I came out into the brilliant sunny day, I felt like every part of me zinged with aliveness. I stepped onto the ice and glided forward. And then I heard the music, the lyrics making me feel like a kid who’s just been kissed on her head by someone who loves her dearly:
“You’re every breath that I take.”
Indeed. I stepped on the ice just in time to get the ultimate fortune cookie–those lyrics from “Endless Love” coming over the loudspeakers.
What are the chances that I got off two stops early “by accident”?
Transformation
© Colleen Rae, 2011
I lived in Perth, Western Australia in my early twenties. I used to stand washing dishes and watch the double rainbows ebb and flow outside my kitchen window. For some reason, Perth seems to be the capital of the double rainbow.
And once from an airplane window, I saw a circle rainbow. I hadn’t known they existed, but apparently, they’re a fairly common sight out airplane windows.
A few years later, back in the states, living in a little New Mexico town, I looked out the window one cold winter morning to see over a matte gray sky an iridescent shimmer of a rainbow perfectly capping the mountain that rose above town.
Not long after that, driving through a dark desert night, I saw–and it’s still hard to believe I saw it–a horseshoe-shaped rainbow brilliant against the blackest of skies. The person riding with me said enchanted, “How can you look at that and not know there’s a God.”
That seemed an odd statement then; I was too much of the scientifically oriented person for that. To me the enchantment of a rainbow stopped with the equally enchanting mysteries of refracted light and the frequencies each of those colors hummed along on.
But then in Peru in 1981, while hiking the Inca Trail to Machu Picchu with some of the more famous scientists in the world, I left my scientific leanings aside and discovered awe.
One of my fellow climbers said, “Look it’s raining over there,” and I turned just in time to watch fairy lights painting their mist across the blue of the sky, arching a rainbow up and over the mountain above the village far below. I stood transfixed as then the other end of the bow seemed to shoot from the earth and vision itself up out of the mystery as though it had been there all along, hidden behind the sky. As both ends of the bow met in a fluorescence of color, the color deepened, brightening to an intensity I’d never seen in any other rainbow, the bands wider than I’d ever seen them before. Each color purred against the blue.
I stood in the cold and let the color take me in, wrapping its way through all the sinews of my being. And then in the misted light around the rainbow, another faint full bow whispered into being. A double rainbow! A mirror image of the other, its colors running from red to purple as they danced toward us where we stood. It was a wondrous moment, and with all such wondrous moments I had to close my eyes before it was done–saturated by the sheer power of beauty. Too much would make it slip into the familiar, the common, the known. Better to leave it while it still sang its awe song that filled my soul with such ineffable joy. And in that moment, as I closed my eyes, I knew the truth of what Pierre Teilhard de Chardin wrote:
Joy is the most infallible sign of the presence of God.
Dancing with the Mediums
© Colleen Rae, 2011
My mother and I share a whacky sense of humor. I lived with her for awhile in 2004, and we could get each other rolling. We also had a great time together watching Dancing with the Stars.
Today I found an email exchange where she’d sent me a cartoon with some “Dancing with [fill in the blank]” theme. I sent her a bunch of ideas back, but my favorite was “Dancing with the Mediums” where all these people on the Other Side would be crowding the floor with us mediums.
How I smiled when I saw that, remembering all those fun memories and laughs we’d had together. I do miss my mother.
The Rewards of the Present
© Colleen Rae, 2004, 2011
In March of 2004, I had come to a crossroads in my life. I seemed to being pulled back to the Southwest and yet, I loved much of my life in Durham, North Carolina. I’d been journaling about it off and on all day, and finally in the afternoon, I’d gone for a walk in the woods, smart enough to take an umbrella. And sure enough, it started pouring just about the time a trio of young runners from Duke University came up from behind and passed me. (I had fun figuring out how many by the sound of their feet.)
And I walked on under by old black umbrella, the rain sluicing down. I was lost in thought too much of the time. About a half an hour into the walk, I had just stopped for a moment on the bridge over the creek. It was beautiful and really made me wonder why I would want to leave this that’s right in my back yard.
And then I walked on, but focused on the future, thinking of maybe starting a school in Crestone to help people develop their psychic awareness. As I’m imagining what this school could be like (and all the work!), I feel the energy of runners coming up from behind. It doesn’t interrupt my thought because it’s very nice energy, playful, joy-filled.
And as they streak by to my left, I see a bounce at waistline height out of the corner of my eyes. I look to see the same three young men from before who could be triplets, all with dark hair, all the same height. And they’re grinning as they pass me, grinning like playful puppies and as soon as they’re past, I see why they’re grinning and I’m thanking God for this glorious gift .
They’re nude –all three, and the, rain’s greased their bodies to a glowing perfection and their nude butts, oh, my! They look like three Olympiads beamed from some glorious Greek past.
And I’m grinning as I watch them lope down the trail with their easy stride. Such natural runners.
And then they disappear, over the rise and all I can say is, “Oh please come back and do that again!”
It was the greatest gift–not least of all because right before I went for my walk, I’d asked the I Ching how I could make up my mind regarding to move or not to move. I got the 48th Hexagram, Prosperity, and recorded this bit in my journal before going out:
The past is over! The future is not yet here. Direct the full force of your concentration on the present. Stop fussing and use your benevolent strength to help others. The financial reward will be substantial.
I don’t know about financial, but being in the present, fully aware of the energies around us can give us great rewards, indeed!
Cell Phone Insanity
© Colleen Rae, 2010
Today for the third time, I listened to one of my Joyflow Meditations, following my own instructions, during the midday WWWeb of Life Joyflow Meditation group. I kept having trouble with this one, though. It wasn’t the words. They were fine; in fact, I worded things much better than I sometimes do. But the feeling wasn’t there; I wasn’t centred. And only when I got to the end, where I spontaneously added an Energy Healing, did it all flood back to me. One of the people who’d been there for that workshop had been seriously mentally unbalanced. I had even insisted she leave at the beginning of the Joyflow Mediation as her energetic so threw everyone off.
My draconian act surprised some people that day, for it’s not my usual way. I had learned the truth of something I’d heard years ago. They used to try to mainstream and normalize a psychotic person by bringing him or her into a group of healthy, normal, fully-functioning people. The project failed, for they discovered that very quickly, the rest of the group started having mental breakdown.
Here’s an email I sent back to one of my Paranormal Experiences Group members, a Viet Nam vet, who was kicking himself because he felt he should have been able to control the energy of a group at the VA Hospital.
Re: your VA experience–I think we “tough guys” have to learn to be careful what environments we subject ourselves to. It’s not natural for us to acknowledge “weakness” but I’ve learned that avoiding certain places is strength in that it’s leaving the personality behind to say “Well, it’s better for me to not get zapped like that.” If my intuition will guide me to where it is, I’ll send you something I found about how the energy of one psychotic could discombobulate a very harmonious group within record time, and worse made the stable ones ACT OUT the psychotic energy of the disturbed one! Now, we already knew about that as people who understands group by energy, but it’s good to be reminded of it, no?
It’s just like crystal vibrating to an opera singer’s voice. But here the energetic voice is far less melodic.
And that’s what had been happening in that workshop. That’s what even all these years later, I could re-experience doing the Joyflow Meditation I recorded that day.
After the meditation, I did a search to find any references to that day. I found this email to a friend who’d been at that workshop and had been trying to help Donna. The email starts out, “I have to share this with you — Yesterday, I’d had a couple clients and was in the glow of it.” Then I talked about this urge that overcame me to get on my bike and how odd the circuitous path directions I kept getting moment by moment. And then, I write:
I’m pedalling fast down Lagoon and something MADE me turn left by Lunds onto Humboldt. I get to Lake and say, Why did I come this way? Lake is a one-way going away from the lake. But I wasn’t supposed to go straight. So I got off my bike it started rolling along the sidewalk. Two doors down from the corner, I look over and there’s Donna from the workshop.
She and I greet each other. As I said, I was all aglow and so beaming at her. I motioned her over and she and I talked a bit. Because my frequency was so high, I could keep her resonating with me for 5-10 seconds at a time, and then she’d devolve into the sticky, self-absorbed cycle.
I kept pulling her back to the surface. She said about my glow at one point, “This is the person I thought I’d be meeting.”
Basically, the interaction was perfect. She said maybe we’d meet again and I said if we didn’t, maybe this was all we needed. It felt right. As my partner said, “If you can help her, you will run into her again.”
Still buoyed up, I walked on and then pedaled delightedly around TWO lakes. What a gorgeous day. I didn’t want to go inside.
As I rode, though, I kept wanting to say to you, that Donna produces an effect in the auric field that discombobulates energy EVEN when I was as energetic coherent as I was Sunday. I don’t know if you were at the workshop or discussion where I mentioned how I can’t read someone who’s got a cell phone pressed to their head because it scatters their energy into an incoherent pattern? At that moment, on my bike, it all clicked.
I had had such a difficult time reading people on Saturday. Anita and I talked of it later. (She’s seen me accurately type many people quickly and easily.) It wasn’t until Sunday that I fully got what is going on though. Everyone’s energy was being scattered by Donna, the “cell phone” in our midst.
Yesterday as I listened to my wonderful words, I kept wanting to turn the recording off. I didn’t want to sit through this. The energy made me feel discombobulated, irritable, out-of-sink. All those things that talking to someone who’s on a cell phone will make me feel.
This is the energy of mental illness. And most people press it to their heads daily . . .
Coming Out of the Closet for Psychics
© Colleen Rae, 1999, 2011
Robert Pirsig in his classic Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance wrote, “To go outside the mythos is to become insane.”
Over the years, I recognized that’s true ONLY if you accept the label that others put on you. I can’t tell you how many psychics I’ve counselled who start their stories with, “I’m not crazy, but . . .”
For five and half years, I facilitated a group I’d first named the “Paranormal Experiences Group.” After awhile, I came to understand these experiences weren’t out of the normal for those of us who are psychic–they are every day, moment to moment life. Back in about 2000, I took on a mission to give psychic people a feeling of what–even for an hour–the world would feel like if theirs was the dominant paradigm and it was all those who called us crazy or delusional who were, by virtue of being outside our mythos, insane.
Today feels an appropriate time to reprint her part of my Introduction to Tales of a Reluctant Psychic, my book that chronicles my parapsychology training at the famous Rhine Research Center in Durham, North Carolina.
When I came to the old white house across from Duke’s East Campus for my first visit in November 1998, I was still battling. But I think intuitively I realized that at the Rhine I had found a place where both sides of me could just be. A place where a healing, an integration just might take place.
I started coming to the weekly Research Meetings each Thursday; soon I became a subject in some of the lab’s ESP studies. And then the Summer Study Program (SSP) beckoned. I almost chickened out. But I went, and I loved every minute of it. Even the hard times when I was up against an emotional wall–and that was an awful lot of the time.
And that’s how this book had its beginning.
As I recorded my experiences day by day, I began to see how my life to that point had been very akin to a closeted gay person who could only share his or her true self with a few select people. The lie this creates produces an enormous tension. With my family and friends, I could usually be me. Outside of that protective circle, I hid myself for fear of being ostracized from the intelligent world that meant so much to me.
The toll could only be measured once I began to “come out.” That summer of starting to go public released a tension inside me that I’d never known existed. It also made me sad for all those years lost, years I could have been more fully exploring and developing the abilities that I finally came to see as gifts without the quotation marks I used to put around that word.
That summer and my next five years with the Rhine also made me see how this battle was more than my own personal struggle. It’s our culture’s struggle as well. During the SSP, I saw that people who had never had psychic experiences (and often were highly skeptical about such things) could actually have them readily and easily in laboratory situations. But as a SSP student from Harvard named Sam said, “There’s a suffocating ignorance of the general public about the field and the phenomena that makes it hard to describe to your friends what you did for the summer.”
When people come out of the closet, they often become just as open as they were once closed, telling everyone they meet, “This is me. This is who I really am.” For me the explanation for this behavior is simple. When all that one is gets confined in too small a space for so long, when it’s let out, it just feels like it could fill up the whole world.
My journey of coming out of that closet fills these pages.
They were the start of my finally saying, “This is me. This is who I really am.”
Such a Ham!
© Colleen Mariah Rae, 2001, 2011
In one of my first Shamanistic Creative Writing classes, Rachel talked of how her deceased father is always wanting to write through her and how that happened this week. She said she hadn’t brought the piece, though, and she went on to talk about other things.
But something kept nudging me, making me look at her bag beside her on the floor.
Finally I said, “There’s something in there you just have to read.”
She looked dubious.
I insisted.
Shaking her head, she picked up her bag, pulled out a yellow pad and started flipping through the pages. And then she lit up. Her father’s words were right there on the page. Wasn’t that just like him, she said, using me to get her to read his words. “He’s such a ham!”
Evidence from the Other Side
© Colleen Mariah Rae, 2001, 2011
Over the years, the Group has helped me get better and better at understanding what those on the Other Side are trying to say. And what I’ve learned over and over again is how literal these messages are:
I was sitting eating lunch in a restaurant with a woman I barely knew when a tiny woman from the Other Side showed up. She stood behind “Kate’s” shoulder in a place that suggested mother to me, on her left side, a little to the front, but a little disconnected. But then for a moment, the little woman was behind Kate’s right shoulder–on the “male side.” Then she was by Kate’s left arm again.
Without telling her what I’d seen, I asked Kate if her mother was also like a father to her. At first she said no. A little bit later, she said that maybe her mother was a bit like a father. Kate hadn’t known her father so her mother had basically played both roles.
I then saw Kate holding her mother like she would hold a Teddy Bear. This seemed an odd image, and I wondered if her mother was trying to send comfort to Kate who’d just lost a loved one.
But I’ve learned not to interpret. I told Kate just what I had seen.
It turns out it’s something that Kate had done when her tiny mother was dying, crawled into the mother’s bed and held her like a teddy bear. She said her mother wasn’t too happy about this, but was accepting of it.
Again I felt the awe I have so often felt with the “evidential”–and literal–material those on the Other Side are able to give.
Lessons from Kundalini Yoga
© Colleen Mariah Rae, 2007, 2011
I think of an aura like a balloon, the flatter, the less air in it. Air in this case would be Life Force by any of its many names such as prana, chi, subtle energy. The bigger the aura, the more Life Force flowing through the person, the more Life Force, the more we are “surrounded” by the Light because it is in us and through us. Often when people aren’t well, their auras sit close to their body.
But polite people collapse their auras too.
This had been brought home for me at one of the Kundalini yoga classes that the Group had sent me to for training.
The teacher, Keval Kaur Khalsa, gave me a huge gift that night when she said, “Our aura is usually eight feet, but Sikh’s go for expanding it to sixteen feet. And when an aura is huge like this, it makes everyone within that aura feel at peace.”
I realized in that moment that I’d often (maybe always) unconsciously held my aura in to keep from intruding on others as I have felt so energetically intruded upon. That’s why I liked living alone; I could be comfortable about letting my energetic body expand fully. Working with Keval Kaur helped me see how “being polite” had paradoxically made me much more vulnerable to the energetic intrusion of others.
When I expand mine, I’m filled with that calm that surpasses understanding. It’s what I call Bliss, but people sometimes misunderstand what I mean when I say bliss. To me, bliss is like floating in warm water, totally at peace, totally comfortable. Maybe it’s like returning to the womb?
The greatest gift I received from Kundalini yoga is the realization that not only does the expanded aura offers psychic protection, but it turns us into Bliss Bunnies who Send Love at the Speed of Light instantly.
Shifting into Essence
© Colleen Mariah Rae, 2007, 2011
Every day at the same time, people all over the U.S. and Canada join me for a 10 minute Joyflow Meditation. I’m posting this excerpt from one of my books to teach this most powerful technique that the Group taught me.
“So right we’re going to doing an exercise I call Shifting Into Essence. Sit in a relaxed way but with both feet on the floor and your spine erect. Now close your eyes and then take your right thumb and plug your right nostril.”
I walk them through breathing comfortably. Some few left-handed people might have a reversed brain structure, and they might actually need to reverse the directions. But not all left-handed people will need to do this. Experiment and see.
“Now with each exhalation I want you to imagine that you are expanding your aura out bigger and bigger. Just imagine it getting as big as this room.
“And with each inhalation, I want you to imagine you’re building your energy in your Dan Tien or hara. It’s that center that marital artists collect their energy in that’s about two fingers below your belly button and two inches in. Just imagine that with each inhalation, you’re bringing prana or the Life Force into your Dan Tien.”
I came to include this because some of my clients went out-of-body with this exercise. I want to keep them firmly planted even as their auras grow.
I let them inhale and exhale a few times, matching my breath with theirs, making the sound of the waves that is yogic breathing.
“Just close the back of your throat a bit and see if you can hear the sound of the ocean.”
We all fall into a gentle rhythm together.
“Now with the next exhalation, I want you to expand your aura out further, out past the parking lots around the building, out toward the streets on all sides. Just allow your aura to expand with each exhalation and with each inhalation, imagine more and more Life Force filling and pulsing there in your little Dan Tien egg. Imagine it golden and glowing with all that prana.”
As I look around the room, I notice what I’ve come to call a “little Buddha-smile” starting to curl the corners of some lips. I’ve also discovered that not only does this smile signal an expanding aura, but that a little Buddha-smile can help us expand our aura even bigger. And so can seeing someone with smiling a genuine smile.
“Now imagine that your aura spreads out in all directions over the city, spreading out, out, out to the very edges and beyond. Inhaling prana, exhaling your aura bigger and bigger – not just out east, west, south and north but up and down as well. Imagine your aura growing equally up into our atmosphere and down toward the center of the earth.”
I guide them this way, having them slowly growing their auric fields up through the atmosphere, down through the center of the earth and out the other side and spreading around the whole globe.
“Now imagine that your aura moves beyond our ionosphere into our solar system . . . out past the Milky Way. . . . breathing in Life Force into your Dan Tien . . . and expanding out into our galaxy and then beyond. . . Allow your aura to keep expanding all the way to the edges of our known universe . . . breathing in prana . . . and if you want, you can imagine your aura expanding even out into the other universes that may be beyond our own.”
As I’m guiding them, I can feel them one by one docking with bliss. I call the moment of coupling a Joy Burp because when I do this with my clients, the sensation in their/my body is like a burp or a hiccup that accompanies a sensation of delight. Sometimes it seems like an image from Star Trek – one of those small craft docking back at the mother ship. I’ve come to think of this phenomenon as a shift in our energetic frequency that occurs when our field plugs into the field of the All.
I’m looking around at all their blissed out faces – all of them have that little Buddha-smile now. I can also see for some their eyes focus inwardly toward their 3rd eye. It’s something I’ve noticed with my clients – an expanding aura seems to automatically make them look like meditating monks. Conversely, just by having someone focus inwardly on their Third Eye, I’ve noticed the aura automatically expands. Another thing that’s connected in this spiritual brain weave of ours.
Slowly, I bring them back to their bodies, returning them to their seats here in the room where they sit.
I pick up a picture of the Buddha and hold it up for them to see.
I say, “That’s what you all looked like. That’s why I call this Shifting Into Your Essence.”
It’s true that “when the student is ready, the teacher will appear.” Thanks so much for being one of my teachers along the way. Breathing out of my left nostril has helped me to expand my aura in times of stress, especially with the Jung Society Board!
Love and blessings to you!
Ann
