Do you Believe in Magic? Maybe

4th o' July 2013 or not.

4th o’ July 2013 or not.

Someone wise once told me that a trick only happens in the mind when one cannot imagine a plausible truth.  Stage magicians call this magic.  Priests and Priestesses from long ago and some today use a similar trick.  They healed the sick and otherwise caused changes in people they themselves could not explain.  Ponder the placebo affect for a moment. …. How does the mind cause the healing of the body through the mere thought they are receiving medicine? Is it a trick or do we just not understand what healing truly is?  Therefore, I would be an enlightened being with omnipresence, omnipotence and omniscience, that is, if I could be any being I wanted to be.  That way I could never be tricked. HA! Take that universe.  Then I would shine a rainbow light on all the beginnings and esoteric meanings of all the mysteries; so we could finally live in peace and focus on the next step in our collective development.

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Giddy?

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When was the last time you were giddy?  How old are you and how long has it been since you where truly giddy?  I’m 40 and it’s been longer than I can remember until yesterday afternoon.  My son had two friends over playing music and video games, and my other two little ones were in the giddious of moods.  Laughing, running chasing, jumping …all that kid stuff.   The giddy whirlwind left a trail of destruction behind including a small bowl of shredded cheese that she was eating.

Of course Dad had to sweep it up.  As I was preparing, I noticed my oldest had his new Beats Studio headphones.  I immediately  commandeered them citing the “All Objects in Fathers House Belongs to the Father of the House “Act of 1723.  He protested.  I denied all appeals.  Justice served.

I slide them on, plugged in my iPhone and hit play.  A playlist from earlier continued starting with Eric Clapton.  Nice.  The headphones are truly awesome technology.  I turned on the sweeper, and then I turned on the active noise cancellation built into the headphones.  The sweeper noise disappeared, and the music is all I heard.  My son started to talk to me, and I could actually hear him.  That’s through the music and the sweeper running.  I was absolutely amazed and fascinated.  I started talking back to him in a voice, I and he, could hear.  I did not feel like I was yelling.  But, I guess I was, because he yelled “WHY ARE YELLING?!”.

Oh.  These are great, I thought.  I click next on the playlist.  It’s on random so Black Sabbath’s, “Paranoia”, started up.  This is a real oldie, but we  listened to it back in high school, so it had fun memories associated with it..believe it or not…

I started sweeping, the giddy whirlwind keeps bouncing off my legs, the older boys wrestling, the music loud and crystal f’n clear right in the center of my head.  Those loud guitar riffs and drum beats and melodies started flooding my head with non-specific feeling based memories from years gone by.  Days when I had the energy of youth still in me.  It became infectious.  I started to laugh hard with them.  Then they laughed more at me and I laughed back.  There we were: me sweeping away and laughing uncontrollably just like them as they bounced around the room laughing.

Now this only lasted maybe 5 seconds, if that.  But I was giddy.  And it felt damn good.  Everyone should try it at least once a year.

The Pen

Every year my wife and I struggle to find gifts for each other.  I’ve started to create a wish list on Amazon to make her life easy.  And this year should’ve been very easy for he.  You see I broke my favorite fountain pen.  I know it sounds funny.  It’s 2013 and all, and I do have an iPhone, 2 ipads and a computer at home if I want to write.  But there is something quite magically about writing with pen and paper.  So, I added a couple of decent pens to my wish list for her to choose from.  A few weeks later she told me “she was done with me” as far as gift giving is concerned.

So I went to the Amazon site to see which one she ordered.  I know, I hear you.  I’m ruining the surprise.  But wait.  There was no fountain pen ordered.  I was beside myself.  I told her what I wanted.  I even told her that my broken one was my favorite, and I had purchased in Portland, OR.  It was a real special trip and the pen had been my little companion for 7 years.  Longest I ever had a pen.

Well I did what any man would do.  I found another pen I liked and ordered it.  One with a nice carbon fiber barrel and gold nib.  Now my wife sees all my purchases and noticed this one.  She inquired.  I responded that I saw she did not order one and I really needed (ok wanted) one.  She was mad.  Ballistic would be more appropriate.  I was so clueless.

Well I can’t undo what is done.  So I took the fire I knew was coming, and I received it on 12/19.  We argued about it on the 20th.  I felt a little bad  so I left in the box until 12/24.  I finally got it out to test it.  Very smooth on my heavy note book paper.  Silky.  Nice.

I decided I would charge the pen.  Program it with my energy.  I put on a shaman drum track in my car as I sit parked in a local city park.  I traveled in the second sight to a specific location to gather energy so that my pen would write true and with clarity.

Later that evening, I was looking for something in my car.  I was down low looking under the passenger seat when my pen smoothly slide out of my breast pocket onto the driveway.  Only about 18″ at the most.  Well the impact caused the cap to break free from the thread portion.  Leaving the pen cap worthless at performing it only function.  I was devastated.  And a little angry that I would have to face my wife.  I kept quite as most men would.

Christmas rolls around.  Angie had bought me a nice fountain pen as gift.  Really better than the one I bought my self.  I understood now why she was so anger.  She also got me a pack of purple ink cartridges.  My favorite.

So later that day it occurred to me the synchronistic nature of the event.  I laughed.  I went and gathered the piece of broken pen and laid them in front of her on the kitchen counter.  I said, “You can call off the flying monkey’s now.  You broke my wand.”  “Whatever do you mean?” she says with a smile.  You see, her favorite character from the Wizard of Oz was always the witched witch.

The destruction brought by the flying monkeys

The destruction brought by the flying monkeys

Clarity

Clarity. Clear.  Clear light. Dream light.  Spirit guides are real.  As real as any thought or memory is.  That pattern of bio-electric energy stored in the structure of our cells.  These guides are thoughts filled with the entire collection of memories contained within those vibrating energy patterns.  They are a way of interfacing with the subconscious, unconscious and deeper.  They act as a user interface of sorts..for your assistance in this life…if you need it that is.This being my ah-ha moment for you today, gleaned from my recent sweat lodge experience that you can read  on my blog.

The Wise Women and the Lodge

I felt I needed to share my experience with the tradition of the Lakota sweat lodge ceremony.  I know many of you well and many of you appreciate reading the inner experiences of others as a way of learning about ones self.  First question that some my ask is: why would anyone do such a thing?  Well if you ever sat in a sauna then you know every reason why you would want to build a lodge.  It feels absolutely wonderful on a cold, rainy winter day.  Especially, after spending 4 hour digging trenches and fanning wet wood.

Second question might be: why in woods, using real rocks and beating dreams and saying prayers?  That is the cultural experience of the native Americans that have held these lodges for centuries.  The purpose of the lodge in the Lakota tradition is for healing.  Healing through fire and water.  It became a right of passage because it is very strong medicine.  The heat and the steam and the sweat work at cleansing the body.  The Lakota recognize this lodge as a special gift from God for the people on earth. And so, a ceremony built up around the lodge as a way to honor that gift.  Really quite special way to experience another peoples culture.

I can confirm the great health benefit of the lodge.

Now for the inner experience that occurs.  The lodge is a scared place in the tradition and the medicine man is in control of the space and the ceremony.  In our case it was Brain, a good friend of Dan.  He was trained and studied with the Lakota on the Pine Ridge reservation for the last 20 years.  He can speak Lakota and was blessed to perform lodges for others.

After breakfast we got our shit together and headed to the lodge.  It’s built from willow saplings once a year by the medicine man.  He spends many hours in a area before picking the site.  He built this one back in April.  We arrived to find an inch of water on the floor, and the grandfather pit in the center full of water.  Luckily, there were six of us, all healthy men.  I could immediately see how to get the water away from the lodge.  4 hours later things were ready.  It was monumentally difficult to move all the water but as group we were determined to have this lodge today.  It was the winter solstice. It had to happen.

We put our swim trunks on and headed in after smudging with cedar smoke.  We entered and circled the pit in a clockwise fashion and picked our spots.  The medicine man began with prayers and songs, then called for 5 stones.  The stones were placed and blessed with cedar and prayer.  The warmth of the stones after the cold and rain and work was euphoric.  Only way to describe it.  Euphoric.  The rocks are glowing red hot.  I had never really seen that before.  Rocks have to be around 1200 degree Fahrenheit to glow red.  Luckily they were smallish.  Maybe 3 to 6 inches in diameter.  But the heat from the rock immediately warms your face.  It warms you to the bone.  That was a pleasant beginning.

Now the lodge is divided into 4 rounds.  The medicine man will close the door, pray and sing for a specific purpose on each round.  The first round is always the most intense because of the heat of the rock.  It is dedicated to the ancestors.  The medicine man prays then pours water on the rocks repeatedly.  That action produces the hottest steam you can image sitting in.  It felt like I was breathing liquid lava.  I am not exaggerating.  It also feels like there is no air in that steam and your going to suffocate.

Now there is zero pressure by anyone to stay in the lodge if its uncomfortable.  I was free to get up a go out.  But we were a group of six guys, so there was this unspoken motivation to not be the guy who can not take it.  Remember guys and girls have been doing this same thing for centuries.  Warriors would sweat before big battles.  They did not run out of the lodge on the first round.

So thankfully, the medicine man had given guidance to go low if it gets to hot.  I laid on my side at first, but still to hot. I ended up with my nose almost touching the bare ground at the back edge of the lodge.  There was one tiny stream of cold air.  Once I found that, I thought I had a chance.  But the medicine man kept pouring.  My body was pouring out sweat.  Panic was setting in.  Real panic.  Not the kind of panic you feel when you forgot your cell phone.  This felt like life or death.  That kind of panic.  At precisely my breaking point, the medicine man called for the door to be opened.

O the relief of that cool air rushing into the lodge.  Felt like redemption from hell.  I bolted out the door. 30 degree rain hit me.  Instant main line of a pot of espresso, would be the right way to describe that.  Fully awake.

Round two.  This one is dedicated to your family and friends.  For their healing.  The stones are still very hot.  The medicine man gives some reminder and guidance about letting go of the panic, to feel the medicine of the heat.  He instructs us to have a short prayer of our choosing.  And in the panic moment to remember it and focus only on it.  “Oh crap!”, I thought, I am not prepared for this.  I did not come up with one before going in.  I did not come across that in my research of the Lakota tradition as something I should have prepared.  So I kept it simple.

Health, Wealth and Happiness for All“.

The prayers and songs began.  The pouring of the water all the while.  HEAT comes again.  Panic.  Liquid lava in my nose and mouth.  There is no air in this lava.  I’m going die.  O the prayer.  Say it. Say it again, nose on the ground, say it again and again.  All in my mind.  I’m about a minute from running to the door again when he calls for to door to open.  Round two completes as I run out the door again.

Round three.  This round is dedicated to your personally healing.  The rocks have lost some heat now.  The pit where the stones sit is filling with water from the saturated ground.  We placed a pile of used grandfathers in the bottom because we knew that would happen.  The rocks now sizzled slightly as the water rose in the pit.  The medicine man prays and sings and pours.  It is still liquid lava if you sit up right.  I lay down to survive.  I say my prayer.  I relax a little.  I begin to feel I’ve fallen asleep and a dream forms.  It is the wise women.  She is one of my life long spirit guides.  Others would call her a guardian angel.  I’m laying on the ground in this dream, exactly where I’m laying in waking life.  But there is no lodge and no heat.  I’m laying on the ground with my nose almost touch a little patch of mud I uncovered through the blankets.  One of her hands was on the back of my head and the other was on my back. She was saying without words,  It’s going to be OK It’s going to be OK.  And I relaxed further.  Another guide appeared, a brother of mine in spirit. The land where the lodge sits is special and he wants to explore it and will tell me later about what he finds.. The medicine man called for the door to open.

Round four.  The rock are cooler now.  This round is dedicated to freedom of spirit.  Yours to use.  Prayers and singing and pouring.  No more liquid lava.  Now it feels like a Norwegian sauna.  Awesome.  Still very hot and by now you have sweated a gallon and your body has figured it out.  But this round is where you can sit and use the heat as medicine.  I sit and try to assimilate the experience I just had and absorb the healing of the lodge and the wise women who stands on my left .

After the lodge is a ton of work.  Poor Dan has to take 30 blankets to the laundry mat to wash them.  They were wet so they weight ten pound each.  Monumental.  But a good tractor and couple of idiots can accomplish anything.   We finally got all the stuff to garage.  As I stood in his garage in the dark, she came again on my left and revealed that she is committed to my family.  She watched over my mom and many of my other family members.  A tradition of sorts.

Gratitude is all I feel now.  Gratitude for my friends who pushed through a little adversity.  Gratitude for Angie for letting me spend 17 hours in the woods with 5 other crazy, idiot wild men. Gratitude to God for gifting the experiences and helpers in my life.  Great way to spend a winter solstice.

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Motherhood

So this is the one topic of which I know nothing about.  That old song with the chorus “Anything you can do, I can do better” comes to mind.  Matter of fact, I can’t do it at all.  Can’t say I’d want to after seeing it 3 times and seeing the trauma it causes physically and emotionally.  But the good thing is you ladies are built for it, THANK GOD.  But as that baby makes it’s way out, it seems they flip some kind of switch in women.  This motherhood switch that can never be turned off.  Men can genuflect, like I am doing now, but we don’t know.   Can’t know.

So the only concepts I can write about are the ones contained in my observations as a son, and what I would image a wise spirit women would have.   And the highest of all traits of the WW is that of unconditional love.  This single thing can make all things seem right in the world.  Encouragement when scared.  Guidance when troubled. Tough love when needed.  She can be upset but she can still make you feel loved.  No matter the issue or problem, you can feel her love if you are open to it.  If you want to be loved.

Nurturing is an interesting concept.  I really had no clue what that meant in the context of a relationship between two people until I went through some grief counseling.  My therapist had to explain a couple of times.  But it is the unselfish acting of joyfully participating in the development of another individual.   That act should be directed by the other person, you’re there just to be there with that person.  Let them show you,  and if they want you to guide them then lovely do so.  Let them decide.  But all the while you are gently guiding them to bigger and better places in their minds and hearts.  The wise women is nurturing you at all times in what your are interested in.  You have to muster the courage to take the first step in your endevour.

Affection, aaahhhh, say it.  Motherly affection is our first introduction to the concept of love and physical and emotional affection.  I do really hope everyone reading this had an affectionate mother.  But some did not.  I remember the affection of my mother.  I can remember we had this little butterfly kiss thing with your eyelashes.  Then another one where we would put our checks together and rolled our faces until we kissed on the lips.  Ok I was probably 5 or 6 maybe younger. But I remember that clearly.  That was motherly affection.  I have other  memories but those were funny.  The real thing I remember is her warmth.  It was a special kind of body heat.  Like her special frequency or something.  When we cuddled on the couch I can remember being so relaxed and warm siting in the bend of her legs as she lay on her side watching TV.  That warmth is what I remember.  I feel it with Angie and the kids also when we are quite and cuddling.  They each have their own warmth frequency.  The WW is an expert at tuning in then tuning up if your open to it.

Worry is the last and it sounds so dark to me. But I have to thank Angie and a couple of other old wise ladies for my understanding on this topic.  Remember the switch I mentioned earlier?  Well I do believe that switch is biological and it also causes the worry circuit in women’s brain to never shut off.  I thought it was just women or the few I’ve met.  But I release now that it is all mothers.  The key is to recognize it for what it is.  Worry is a good trait and helps to identify hazards in the environment.  But it is to related to paranoia.  When worry becomes dysfunctional it begins to feed itself creating a emotional black hole of sorts that will consume the individual and all those in the emotional diameter of the vortex.  The answer she says is pray. Prayer.  Direct connection to GOD and pray for the most benevolent outcome for all.

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Knowledge

The first trait and the most important is the possession of knowledge.  But it is much deeper than that, for knowledge is the feminine aspect of the god head. Many western mystery traditions describe creation in a similar way, and it establishes the importance of the feminine aspect of the universe.  The creation myths always go something like this:

In the beginning there was GOD and GOD rested in the infinite nature of GOD,

Then GOD spoke and created…..

You know the rest of the story.  My point is; there was god in the infinite void, then he spoke.  The act of speaking requires knowledge.  Knowledge is the non-material thought form that spurs the knower into eventual action.  This magic of guided action or the mere existence of guided action is governed by Sophia.  She is the embodiment of knowledge in its metaphysical sense.  Saint Sophia, lady Sophia, she has other names but the spirit or essence of the idea “knowledge as a spirit” remains the same.

Not unintentionally, Angie and I named our daughter Sophia.  I’ve always loved the name because of its metaphysical origin.  Who knew that the rest of Amercia likes the spirit of knowledge.  This decade seems to be the rule of the Sophia’s.  I think I’ve seen two kid shows where the main characters are little girls named Sophia.

The wise lady knows all the methods to acquire true knowledge.  Man are focused on the scientific method for knowledge acquisition.  Because the results of that method provide results for the things men like, building stuff, blowing stuff up and making money.  The WW understands this method but knows other methods.  The natural methods of listening to your intuition or the stories handed down are her methods because they produce healing.  She knows there are many ways to learn.

Experience be the best teacher.  The WW knows this and seeks out the experience to better understand a situation.  Reading about a thing or listening to others tell about a thing is good.  It builds knowledge but experiencing the thing provides the paths for all the possible levels of knowledge to be transferred.

The WW possesses an awarness of her 6th sense.  Her intuition.  The subconscious feelings and “vib’s” that emanate from the gut or solar plexs region.  She is naturally attuned to it’s language and uses its advise to guide all her decisions.

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