Huge firework bombs blast in the air above my apartment at 5:09 a.m., shaking the bedroom walls. Moments later, loud music begins to blast from somewhere on the hill above town. Oh, the joy of living in small town Guatemala. It appears that noise is an accepted and expected part of joyful celebration – and it seems that the people here celebrate nearly every possible event – whether it is the birthday of a loved one or of the third-cousin-twice-removed of their patron saint, Saint Mark.
All kidding aside, I am actually quite used to this noise now. It rather humors me. I have begun to label various noises as having a powerful spiritual message for me. For example, roosters crowing at all hours throughout the day and night signify “wake up from the dream, Brenda” … and the dogs barking and howling – sometimes quite loudly, especially in the middle of the night – well they tell me “Brenda, love yourself.”
But I was about to get out of bed anyway … I am going to Mexico.
A Fun Adventure
A couple of weeks ago, Keith had mentioned that his visa expires on May 2, and that he needed to make a quick border run to Mexico.
“Hey,” I had told Keith. “Mine expires in just a couple of weeks after that. If you would like a travel companion, I would love to tag along.”
Not having heard anything back, I was fully prepared to simply renew my visa in the usual way. But to my surprise, that resolution fell by the wayside yesterday afternoon before the chocolate ceremony … right before I began to bawl my eyes out for four long hours.
“Brenda,” Keith had asked. “I’m leaving for Mexico early tomorrow morning. Do you want to tag along?”
“Absolutely,” I had responded eagerly. “I always love a good adventure.”
On Our Way
It is early Monday morning, May 2, 2011 as I eat oatmeal while giggling about the local noises.
Just as I had anticipated last night before falling asleep, a tiny bit of additional emotional density did indeed settle into my upper spine during my sleep. Turning my head from side to side is more than a wee bit painful – but nothing is going to interfere with my mood now. I fully expect that another great learning opportunity lies buried in this neck pain.
As 6:00 a.m. ticks by, I find myself standing on the cobblestone street, directly in front of the local basketball court, watching two bouncing headlights slowly approach. Soon I am in the passenger seat of Keith’s little truck, and we are on our way.
Hot Springs Or Bust
We pass by Xela a couple of hours later. Keith is driving a slightly different route, giving me glimpses of a beautiful farming valley – one of the richest vegetable growing areas in Guatemala. Soon we are driving near fields with actual sprinklers. The crops are lush and vibrant, the homes well kept and clean, and the trees and landscaping are beautifully maintained. If I didn’t know better, I would think I was driving through a beautiful rural community back in the states.
As we head up a small mountain road, winding past the fields toward a small narrow canyon, Keith tells me that we are going to a different hot springs rather than the one he usually visits. I begin to giggle as we round a small bend, slow down to maneuver around a tree that has blocked the road, and then come to a sudden stop. There in front of us is a huge gap in the road, at least ten feet across and twenty or thirty feet deep. It seems that the bridge here was washed out during Tropical Storm Agatha, just over one year ago, and the road remains impassable to this day.
Soon we backtrack about fifteen minutes and return to Keith’s favorite Hot Spring – the same one I have now visited four times – with each of those visits leading to profound inner growth. Keith rarely passes near Xela without visiting one of these neighboring pools of delightful hot sulphur-scented water.
Barely Tolerable
It is close to 9:00 a.m. before Keith and I close our eyes, each entering our own deep meditative journey. I love basking in the warmth of this energizing hot water, feeling almost weightless, allowing the effects of a half-dose of chocolate to further open my heart.
For the first half hour, my meditation is pleasurable, but going nowhere in particular. I feel a little energy flowing in my back that begins to release some of the pain, but that is all. As the water begins to cool, Keith drains the small pool and refills it with water that is now so hot that I can barely tolerate it. Keith repeatedly tells me that I am in charge of the temperature – that we will add as much cold as I want – but intuitions inside reassure me that “barely tolerable” is exactly what I want today.
Go Into The Fear
After a few minutes, the intense heat causes my head to begin itching and tingling. The tingling is actually painful and frightening – like the feeling of being simultaneously bitten by thousands of hot-sweaty mosquitoes all over my scalp – a feeling that creates a panic-filled urgency to bolt and run for safer waters, doing it NOW!
This sensation is actually quite familiar. Such sweaty-itching is the very reason why I rarely tolerate hot tubs that are too hot – at least too hot for me that is. Today, the itching consumes me, swarming all over my head, including the cheeks and forehead. I am intensely uncomfortable, overwhelmed with an urge to retreat and to protect myself from this rapidly growing discomfort.
As I prepare to open the cold water tap, desperately seeking relief, a flash of intuition leads me to suddenly recognize that the rest of my body is OK, totally fine, actually feeling quite comfortable with the warmth. It is only my head that is freaking out – a head that is not even in the water.
Deepening my body consciousness, I tune in to the thump, thump, thumping of fear that pounds in my chest.
“This pain must be fear and resistance to the energies.” The inner voices whisper. “Rather than running away … I need to face this fear and go into it.”
Impromptu Channeling Paraphrased
I begin to melt into the fear, allowing the painful itching to consume me without resistance. As I do so, ignoring the terror that demands a quick retreat, I begin to feel a beautiful flow of tingling energy consuming my head, vibrating quite pleasurably.
Immediately I speak up, interrupting Keith in order to share my current progress. To my surprise, he begins to channel for me, speaking completely in the third person.
I wish I had a voice recorder – I would love to remember everything he says – but here is the gist of the message, albeit seriously paraphrased.
“The energies are preparing you for your next level of upgrade, taking you to a whole new level of vibration, a level very similar to the vibrations in which Keith and Serg have been meditating lately. This will bring in and ground great amounts of energy. This upgrade is in progress, and is giving you a taste of what is to come. Do not attach yourself to when it will complete – it could be soon, and it could be a while longer. Live in the present, trust the process, know where you are, and just follow the flow.”
Vibrating Energy Channels
Still feeling the pain in my upper spine, I begin to focus on moving that dense energy, just as I had done on Keith’s magical porch last night. As I do so, my neck also begins to intensely tingle and itch as it begins to be overcome with powerful massaging vibrations.
Seconds later, the same tingling, itching, and vibrations consume the upper edges of my shoulders. I feel the pain in my neck and shoulders beginning to dissolve and move, flowing up my neck, around the back of my skull, and out the top of my head – just as it had previously done.
The vibrating energy is amazing, beautiful, powerful, and all consuming. I intuitively understand that my body is being worked on by the energies, and that long-forgotten and shutdown energy channels are being cleared and opened in preparation for a new level of magical growth.
Absolute Surrender
Again I experience fear pounding in my chest, warning me that I should not be doing this, that I will get in big trouble, that there are good reasons why I shut all of this energy down at such a young and tender age.
Throughout the process, I keep my vibrating hands above the water, holding an energetic space while directing my open palms in the direction of my head and neck. Suddenly, I notice that my shoulders are slightly tensed up from holding my hands in this position. A little intuitive nudge tells me that I need to relax my hands, to let them enjoy the same growth and upgrade.
“Surely the energies can do their job without my help.” I ponder deeply.
Letting go, I surrender absolutely, ignoring the fear, and allowing the unknown energy flow to further consume me. Intuitively, I know that there is nothing more that I need do.
As I lower my hands into the water and relax my entire upper body, my hands and arms begin to intensely tingle and itch, creating the same overwhelming fearful feeling of being uncomfortably out of control. Minutes after surrendering and ignoring the fears, a pleasurable hot, tingling, vibrating energy begins to permeate my hands, arms, and shoulders.
Return To Fear
Now that the upper portion of my body is consumed by tantalizing tingling vibrations, I decide it is time to bring that same energy up from Mother Earth below.
At the time I begin, my feet have been quite content and comfortable – yet energetically stagnant. Gradually, as I focus on relaxing and allowing, the tickling tingles work their way through my feet, up my ankles, calves, knees, thighs, hips, and into my abdomen – screeching to a dead stop right at the base of my rib cage.
While attempting to coax the energies further up into the area of my heart, intense fear consumes me with each and every breath.
Brick Wall
As I butt up against this brick wall of fear, I feel totally stuck, incapable of coaxing the energy any further. My heart continues to insist on being an island. Humbling myself, I recognize my need for guidance as I soon reach out for help.
“Higher Self,” I meditatively beg, “I could really use some help and assistance. I have no idea how to proceed.”
Jagged Edge
Suddenly a metaphor pops into my head – that of a frightening water slide at a water park near my old home in Utah. The name of this terror-inducing ride is “Jagged Edge” – so named because the first seconds of the 4.5 second ride involve a free fall from what feels-like several hundred feet above the ground (even though it is in reality just over six stories tall).
Many times in the past, I have laughed at the fear and plunged over the starting gate of this adrenaline-pumping slide. However, without fail, each and every time that I have sat at the beginning of that drop off, the initial fear was all-consuming, causing life-reviewing hesitation.
No Expectations
I find myself meditatively sitting at the top of the waterslide, feet first, staring with fright at the ground far below. The fear of letting go of my security, of surrendering to the fall before me, consumes my soul.
Suddenly I become little eleven-year-old Bobby at the top of that slide. In my lap is precocious little three-year-old Sharon, hugging me, encouraging me with love, gently coaxing me to let go and to just try it.
“One time won’t hurt you.” Sharon whispers in Bobby’s ear. “Nothing bad will happen. You might even have some fun.”
Bobby is terrified. He will not let go, clinging tightly to the edge while staring at the drop-off in front of him.
“Don’t have any expectations.” Sharon begins to coach. “You might not even like it, but you need to trust yourself enough to at least find out. The ride is safe … you will not get hurt … and if you don’t like it, you will never have to do it again.”
He Likes It
Finally Bobby lets go, racing down the slide, terrified by the initial seconds of surrender, but giggling as he quickly reaches the long flat section at ground level – a place where he has to carefully readjust his swim suit before standing up with delight.
Soon, Bobby again sits at the top, reviewing his short life as he repeatedly gathers his courage to make another adrenaline-inducing run. A third time gives way to a fourth, a fifth, and a sixth.
Each time becomes easier, more fun and less fearful. This beautiful little boy has found the courage to do something that once seemed impossible – and he likes it.
Continued Island
As I continue in this profound meditation, I begin to feel the feminine energies from Mother Earth dancing in the lower regions of my heart chakra. Gradually, they meander their way through my chest, touching on everything in their path with delightful vibration, eventually reaching the shoulders and base of my neck. To my surprise, I am unable to further move the delightful and pleasurable energy – unable to coax it to rise any higher.
I had earlier succeeded in bringing down the masculine energy from above, but this lower feminine energy is blocked from rising. My heart continues to be an island, not being allowed to share this loving life-force energy in the upward-flowing direction.
Another huge wave of fear consumes me. This energy, which I believe would be called Kundalini energy in some traditions, wants to rise up, desperately desiring to flow higher, but it is absolutely blocked at the base of my neck – refusing to budge. The feminine Mother-Earth energy is incapable of rising any higher.
Crippling Fear
Again I envision little Bobby at the top of the Jagged Edge, facing his fears, repeatedly pushing past the terrifying blocks that have crippled him from moving forward.
Several times during these imagined water-slide escapades, the energy in my body briefly spurts up through my neck in indescribable pleasure – giving me glimpses of what an unobstructed life-force energy flow must actually feel like. But the flow continues to block, the fear continues to consume and control, warning of frightening consequences should the energies be allowed to rise.
Masculine Ruin
Suddenly, the metaphorical journey takes a new and powerful twist. Instead of being at the top of the Jagged Edge waterslide, little Bobby is now at home in his bedroom, struggling all alone with the confusion of feminine and masculine energies that surge powerfully through his body.
As this genuine-hearted little eleven-year-old dresses in feminine clothing, feeling the life-force power of expressed femininity pleasurably consuming his consciousness, he is suddenly thwarted by what he has been taught is a horrible evil. The feminine feelings have triggered deeply-unwanted masculine energy responses in his innocent young body. While the energies themselves bring great physical pleasure, the masculine release creates horrendous sexual shame and guilt.
“If only I could experience this beautiful feminine energy without that horrible masculine result, I would be in heaven.” I feel Bobby whisper with confusion.
“This ugly disgusting masculine appendage always ruins everything.” He adds with shame and frustration.
Pervasive Hatred And Fear
This beautiful little Bobby was so confused by the life-force energies that were blocked in his lower chakras, unable to flow through normal channels. He hated his body; he hated how that horrible sexual stuff always ruined his feminine exploration.
He felt like a pervert. Shame became the primary fluid that ran through his veins. Self-love was virtually nonexistent.
To little Bobby, it was quite clear that feminine energy is delightful and highly pleasurable, and that masculine energy ruins literally everything.
No wonder this hatred and fear of masculine energy continues to permeate my subconscious.
Empath Mode
From an entirely new vantage point, I begin to smother little Bobby with huge waves of unconditional love – but he cannot receive it, seemingly rejecting everything I send in his direction.
Instead, Bobby simply cries, drowning in self-hatred.
Bobby’s surge of hopelessness and self-deprecating emotions are so strong that I briefly cry right along with him. I feel his pain profoundly, for his pain is my own.
But before I become lost in the anguish, I intuitively switch to empath mode, hoping to find a new way to help, to heal, and to release the profound reservoir of inner pain and self-hatred – a self-hatred that also reeks with an intense hatred for anything stereotypically masculine.
Meditative Empath Training
At age eleven, this beautiful little boy had forgotten all about his empath abilities. He was hopelessly drowning in oceans of emotional density, barely managing to tread water.
When I begin to move Bobby’s dense-energy for him, I feel it rise up into my heart, where I fill it with unconditional self-love before releasing it to the angels for full transmutation. As I do so, I sense an intuitive nudge telling me to teach this struggling little boy how do to this magical energy moving all by himself – to help him remember that this ability lies dormant within.
As I begin to energetically teach this eleven-year-old inner child of mine, little Sharon suddenly jumps back into the meditation and insists that she wants to be the one to teach him. As she does so, I make one simple request.
“Send as much density as you can straight to the angels for transmutation,” I ask this confused little boy, “but if you struggle with any of it, please have Sharon send the rest directly to my heart, where I will personally help you with it.”
Loving Time Travel
“You had these abilities in you at age eleven,” I whisper to beautiful little Bobby. “You are a magical little boy, filled with divine love. Those around you were wrong, teaching you to shut down and to live in a tightly-restrictive box. That period of your life was not the time to try to convince them otherwise.”
“You have every reason to love and to cherish yourself.” I whisper further. “You will have difficult times ahead of you. Please, remember and internalize this self-love as you grow up. One day you will indeed understand and reawaken to the beauty of who you really are.”
Somehow, I understand that the past and future really are simultaneous, that the past is now, and that this subconscious message of love will indeed bless that young boy of so many years ago.
Tantalizing Teasing
As I further sink into this beautiful meditation, I begin to feel the life-force energy leaking upward past the horizontal wall at the base of my neck. I experience a beautiful flow of energy from the very base of my root chakra all the way to the tip of my crown – a delightful and extremely pleasurable, almost orgasmic stream of energy that powerfully consumes and overwhelms my body.
Part of me reacts with fear, wondering what is about to happen next. Part of me begs for more, desperately trying to relax and to hang onto the beautiful flow.
But to my dismay, the energy is merely another glimpse. Over the course of the next couple of hours, I briefly experience this divine delight several more times, but the flow is fleeting, teasing me, showing me more of what lies ahead – but also reminding me that additional growth and healing remains to be accomplished before the treasure is more consistently accessible.
Tough Times Ahead
I meditate further with little Bobby, teaching him about the energy blocks that exist in our body at both the top and the bottom edges of our heart chakra. With his permission and blessing, I ask the angels to please (if it is appropriate) replace the shut-off valves with self-regulating pressure valves. These pressure valves will automatically regulate the flow of life-force energy.
If Bobby experiences fear, that fear will automatically close the flow to make him feel safer. At times when he is able to relax into a beautiful space of unconditional love, the valves will open, allowing the life-force energy to flow once more.
I have no idea if my self-regulating valve is a good idea, or if it will even work … but hey, it feels right at the time and I figure it is worth a try. Only time will tell.
“The energies that you feel in your body are divine and not evil,” I tell little Bobby with love. “The less fear that you have, the more you will be able to learn about and utilize these beautiful energies during your tough times ahead.”
New Levels Of Love
I remain in this beautiful self-directed meditation for nearly three hours. Other than the initial discussion about my prickly-itchy-heat fears, and the brief channeling episode, Keith and I have barely communicated – not speaking at all during the core of this unbelievable inner journey.
A part of me wishes that I could bask in this silent inner world for an eternity, but I know that time is limited. Eventually Keith and I open our eyes and begin to exchange brief words, both acknowledging that we are almost done with our own individual processes.
“Wow,” I think to myself as I dry off and change. “This morning has been amazing and powerful – one of the most profound meditative experiences of my life – and I did it entirely without Keith’s guidance. I’m really proud of myself.”
As I walk away from another unforgettable hot-springs experience, my heart overflows with new and powerful levels of self-love.
To my utter amazement, my back is virtually pain free. The energy flow during meditation has yet-again cleared another layer of pain. Profound trust in the world of energies is establishing ever-firmer foundations in my soul.
Difficulty Disclaimer
Keith and I resume our journey toward the Mexican border shortly after mid-day. Our destination is the southernmost tip of Mexico, not too far from the Pacific coast. While driving through what-for-me is beautiful new countryside, Keith and I engage in nearly non-stop conversation.
“Brenda, would you please emphasize something in your writing for me?” Keith asks at one point in the midst of a long discussion about my own difficult drawn-out healing path.
Following is a paraphrased summary of what Keith asks me to share.
“Brenda, because you have a mission to be a teacher, and because you are highly connected to the energies, you have needed to slog through every painful shutdown emotion while struggling to open your channels back up. You have literally needed to experience every situation through every possible angle as a part of your profound learning experience.”
“Please emphasize that other people may or may not need to do the same. Some of them might just light up in an instant. Some will be able to move their emotional densities without needing to feel them to the deepest depths like you have had to do. Then again, some may have to dig deeply into the dark emotional containers of their past.”
“When you showed up on my porch, you were so stuck in your left brain world that the energies literally had to drag you to your knees in order to help you to build trust around your experiences in the right brain reality – but not everyone is the same, not everyone has the same journey as you.”
I am delighted to honor Keith’s “difficulty-disclaimer” request. Yes indeed, I fully understand the profound importance of every tedious and painful step along my journey, but like Keith, I too wish to emphasize that each of us has our own path to follow. With all my heart I desire to inspire others via my writing, but the last thing I wish to do is to scare anyone by implying that their path will be as profoundly intense and difficult as mine is proving to be.
Please follow the breadcrumbs of your own heart – beautiful clues that will guide you in your own unique and specially designed treasure hunt. It is at the end of that synchronous path where each of our own beautiful treasures lay hidden.
Synchronous Prospects
Later in our conversation, Keith shares a tidbit of inner guidance that is strongly bubbling up inside him. It seems that this last season of almost-daily classes has been a very profound and satisfying experience for him. As Keith has continued to mull over thoughts about leaving for some type of international tour, his inner guidance reminds him of how rewarding it has been to work with many individuals on a longer-term basis – something he cannot do when traveling from city to city.
“Brenda,” Keith then shocks me, “I think I am going to start another round of five-day-per-week classes in the fall – probably beginning around late October. If you are still here, I would love to have you participate.”
He goes on to tell me that I am far enough along in my process that he believes I would be able to step it up a notch, acting more as an assistant – at least when my own process does not require me to focus on personal issues.
Clueless Rational Mind
Keith’s words catch me completely unprepared. I have been living completely in the moment, absolutely clueless about the future, simply trusting that all will become clear when the time is right. The only sure thing in my mind is that I am not leaving San Marcos until my writing is up to date. Thoughts about traveling somewhere else or maybe going home are only that – passing thoughts.
The possibility of remaining in San Marcos for another year has not even been on the radar … well maybe it was just a faint little blip blinking dimly over at the edge of the screen.
It blows me away when I suddenly begin talking to Keith as if I am for-sure staying, even though I have not given the idea even one moment of focused meditation.
Something in my heart resonates “Yes Brenda, you are staying.”
“I need to go home for a couple of months this summer.” I blurt out unexpectedly to Keith. “I need to visit family and friends since I will be gone for another year.”
It seems that my heart has already made up my mind for me.
In the logical eyes of rational mind, absolutely nothing is yet locked in concrete – and anything remains possible …
But a strong sense of inner knowing tells me that rational mind hasn’t got a clue what it is talking about.
A Night In Limbo
After a beautiful ride over the mountains and down the hot and humid tropical slopes on the Pacific coastal side of Guatemala, Keith and I eventually pass through customs and arrive at the large sprawling metropolis of Tapachula, Mexico. I am actually quite surprised by the modern western feeling to this town, and the shopping here rivals that of many state-side suburbs.
Keith and I spend considerable time shopping in two huge department stores – both being larger, cleaner, and better stocked than many such stores back home.
Shortly before dark we head back toward the border, about thirty minutes away. We hope to either find an extremely inexpensive place to stay, or even perhaps slip back through the border on the same day – if they will let us.
As it turns out, we successfully exit Mexican customs, but the lady on the Guatemala side will not allow us through. We are briefly stuck in limbo, not officially residing in either country.
In the midst of a huge tropical rainstorm, Keith and I manage to find a tiny hotel on the Guatemala side of the border – a hotel in which we can rent two separate tiny-but-adequate rooms, each costing only 100 Quetzales (the equivalent of about $13.00 US).
Return To San Marcos
At 4:45 a.m. on Tuesday morning, Keith and I gather our belongings, meet up in the hallway, pack up his truck, and successfully pass through Guatemalan customs. Soon, we are back on our way toward Xela and then Lake Atitlan.
To my delight, Keith takes me on a guided tourist-detour, driving high up into the rain-forest-like slopes of the tall volcanic mountains that border the eastern side of Xela. Shortly before 8:00 a.m., after an incredible high-mountain drive with gorgeous vistas, Keith parks his little truck near the large wholesale market in Xela. After we both stock up on supplies of fruits, vegetables, and nuts, Keith momentarily stops at an ATM, gratefully sparing me another time-consuming weekly trip to Panajachel for more cash.
To my surprise and delight, I am back in my apartment shortly after mid-day, feeling emotionally alive and energized while at the same time being physically exhausted.
Preacher Taming
I spend the remainder of Tuesday either sleeping or meditating. I revisit eleven-year-old little Bobby while working on further releasing reservoirs of guilt and shame acquired during the confusing struggles through which he passed.
Later that evening, after a long dream-filled nap, I again enter meditation – this time encountering an angry preacher standing on his soap-box inside of my solar plexus. This bible-thumping screamer is dumping hate and judgment onto my little boy.
I attempt to send love to this hate-mongering preacher, but I am incapable. Apparently I continue to harbor considerable resentment toward his type. Recognizing that the energy of this hate-spewing preacher is actually residing inside of my own solar plexus, I plead with Higher Self for some assistance. It is time to let go of this toxic self-hatred.
Soon, little Sharon grabs the preacher’s hand and escorts him out into the meadow behind my heart – the destination being a long and loving chat with Higher Self. Somewhere in the midst of this ongoing saga, I fall asleep.
The last two days – no, make that the last two weeks – have been emotionally and physically exhausting. It is time for a much deserved rest.
Quotes From Carl Gustav Jung
As I prepare to wrap up my writing for today, my mind is continually drawn to two quotes by Carl Gustav Jung – a former contemporary of Sigmund Freud. Jung was an amazing and gifted psychologist who pioneered profound understanding into the workings of the subconscious mind.
Just today, as I wrote about Keith’s difficulty-disclaimer, I received a timely email from Keith containing these full quotes.
This first Carl Jung quote is from “Contributions to Analytical Psychology (1928). P.193:
“People will do anything, no matter how absurd, in order to avoid facing their own souls. They will practice Indian yoga and all its exercises, observe a strict regimen of diet, learn theosophy by heart, or mechanically repeat mystic text from the literature of the whole world – all because they cannot get on with themselves and have not the slightest faith that anything useful could ever come out of their own souls. Thus the soul has gradually been turned into a Nazareth from which nothing good can come. Therefore, let us fetch it from the four corners of the earth – the more far-fetched and bizarre it is the better!”
This second Carl Jung quote is from The Philosophical Tree (1945). In CW 13: Alchemical Studies. P.355:
“Filling the conscious mind with ideal conceptions is a characteristic of Western theosophy, but not the confrontation with the shadow and the world of darkness. One does not become enlightened by imagining figures of light, but by making the darkness conscious. The latter procedure, however, is disagreeable and therefore not popular.”
No Shortcuts
Yes, I stand by and fully agree with Keith’s powerful disclaimer, letting people know that we each have our own path, and that not everyone’s path will be as tedious or as agonizingly difficult as mine has often been. Some people may indeed light up with minimal effort.
But I firmly believe that there are common elements to all of our paths.
Dense emotional energies are very real – they clog our energy fields and manifest in very physical, often painful ways. We cannot move into the next dimension while emotional densities continue to clog our life-force channels. While the form and intensity of our emotional journeys is indeed unique and individual, there are no shortcuts that allow us to avoid our buried emotional densities. These dense energies must be uncovered and brought into the light for transmutation.
The Light Of Understanding
As Carl Jung points out so eloquently, we tend to look everywhere throughout the four corners of the world in search of the magical answers – but those answers lie within our own souls. We must go deep into the subconscious mind and bring the hidden darkness back out into the conscious realm where it can then be healed by the light.
There are trauma/drama methods of releasing this density, and there are ways to do it with the assistance of higher vibration energies – but moving the density in one form or another is an absolute necessity if we wish to raise our own vibrations.
The trauma/drama approach does indeed work, but it is extremely slow and painful, especially when played out in relationships.
There are many cases in my own path where trauma/drama remains necessary – not the kind of trauma drama played out in the world, but the kind physically experienced and cried out in a controlled and loving environment. My own path continues to require that I deeply feel and experience certain buried densities, right to the very core.
It delights me however, that I am finally learning to use the much faster method of partnering with higher vibration energies as an integral part of speeding up my process. It is actually quite fun.
To my wondrous delight, these densities seem to just disappear when brought into the powerful light of unconditional love – but they must be found by us and brought to that light, not the other way around.
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