My meditation practice began by happenstance years ago after I pursued a yoga practice to heal my lumbar injury. I’d never practiced meditation before. I had always been too busy in my life to sit there and be still, let alone quieting my mind. The last moments in yoga class, called savasana, guided us to lie on our backs and do nothing for five minutes. There was nothing to think about, nowhere to be, we were so wiped out by the Vinyasa practice that it was like that delicious, simple piece of chocolate at the end of a meal. You savored every moment of the physical body decompressing deeper into the floor supporting it. The clouds of the emotional mind would dissipate and that’s when I began to get flashes, visual images in my mind’s eye that popped in out of the ether. These glimpses were something I recalled as a very young girl, but hadn’t experienced since my life went sideways many years before.
Intrigued, I began to sit in longer meditations. Simply sitting in my living room on a Saturday afternoon, I’d focus on my breath momentarily until I began to find myself drop into a state, what I now know to be Samadhi, a meditative state of consciousness where all is still, peaceful and joyful. I finally began to understand the state of ‘being in your center’. This peaceful state then led me into a series of shamanic-like journeys. Again, I’d never done anything like this before. I’d never been to a shaman and just like meditation, I’d never officially practiced this sort of thing. It was just something that came to me. The rabbit hole was widening, calling me in. And I went down it willingly, but it wasn’t really a downward motion, yet more like breathing myself through a portal into dimensions beyond what we know in our normal daily lives.
Each time I sat in this meditative state, more visions came to me. For many months a small South American woman came to visit me in the rabbit hole. She guided me into scenes of small South American villages. She showed me a future version of myself..or perhaps a past version of myself...placing my hands on the bellies of other women in the village, healing them in some way. I could smell the cooking fires, felt the dust of the village compound beneath my feet. I would even hear the distant sound of what seemed to be Peruvian flute music. These vivid visions would go on for an hour. They had become not just glimpses or flashes, but were visions, scenes being shown to me with a small South American woman who had a long black braid down her back. She never said any words to me. She would just appear and look towards a certain direction. As I followed her gaze I would see the particular scene she was showing me. And when I looked down at her by my side, she blankly looked back at me as if to say, “Do you see?” I saw it alright, but had no earthly idea what any of it meant!
One particular vision happened in 2002 where in the vision I was hiking in a ravine and came to an outcropping. A red-tailed hawk flew above me and as I looked up I saw I was at a midway point. I had to make a choice to continue up or hike back down. I sat for a moment and decided to hike upwards. When I arrived at the top of the cliff I was met by three ethereal elder women all with white hair and in white robes. Without saying a word, they also robed me in white and led me to a beautiful pool of clear blue water surrounded by grecian columns. There wasn’t a soul around and they disrobed me and let me be there in the water in solitude to immerse myself in the healing water.
It was after this vision I began to feel sensations in the palms of my hands. In my neighborhood there was a small white church which I frequented during the off hours. I would find a place in the wooden pews to simply sit in the sanctuary and meditate. One day I left the church and while walking home a light breeze blew around me. I began to feel the breeze actually travel through my palms..not around, but through, as if there were suddenly large holes in my hands. Thinking it interesting, but not giving it more thought, I continued my walk home. While walking I passed several different people along the way. I distinctly remember wanting to reach out and touch three of them in passing. Each person was different, an older woman walking slowly, a woman with a stroller chatting with her baby and a middle-aged man jogging. I realized my intuition was becoming more powerful. Again, not really knowing what to do with this information I just bore witness to it and tucked the experience away.
Weeks later, a friend of mine gave me a book about Reiki. Within hours I read it cover to cover. It explained much about what I was feeling in my hands. Interestingly there was the Reiki Clinic of Menlo Park located about five blocks from my home. I looked them up and found they offered classes. Without ever having any type of holistic healing session outside of massage, I knew I had to take the Level One class. When I arrived for the class I was surprised to see that the woman teaching the class and her assistant both wore white, had white hair and identically matched two of the women in my previous vision! Keeping this to myself I smiled and trusted what was clearly unfolding before me. It was the tip of what has been an extraordinary journey.
The first step in cultivating mindfulness is paying attention. Believing in the magic within and around us and honoring instead of dismissing it. When we quiet our mind, we begin to see, hear, feel guideposts all around us. These signs are essentially how spirit communicates with us. If we ignore the tiniest or even grandest pings, we may be ignoring important messages to traverse the crossroads in our lives.
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