I recalled a recent version of this journey i went on my self . After working in the anger rage and frustration stuck in my right hip - I unblocked it enough to be absolutely seething with anger and rage and needed to walk it off . I reencountered my saboteur , was raging and turning my anger at myself , harming my self , hitting myself , and finding no releif i walked . Or rather stomped - and really let my body STOMP along to the woodland place - icould feel the screeching howl of angry rage wanting to emerge and when i reached the watery place , where the boundries are teaching me - they asked me to allow them to help me , hurt not yourself , that is not the way . Transform this heat and anger and cool the irge to injure your own being . Protective anger is needed but do not tuen it on yourself . And i was invited to enter the cool pool of water before the water fall - the pool is black - it is full of grey stone and rock and black grey sand and its freezing cold met my skin and absorbed the hate , the fury and left the energy behind that greif had stoken from me .
I played there in amd out of the water for a while and then i sat beneath the teaching tree and felt the rageful scream building up untill it bellowed out into the silence of the park and like a banshee cries and then I sat feeling better but still another screeching shriek was needed but what came out was more animal growl and warning cry .
And i felt so much lighter . The energy shifting to motivation to move and wander more took me on a circular walk to look for the well I could feel through the land where i stiod .
I wandered to the church and found the first vicars grave - behind which was the place the water ran underground and I found the moss covered man hole that housed the tunner into the water way . I could hear it - but i couldn't see it . And on the way I mourned my not yet dead mother , the funeral i wont be able to attend and made my peace with her choice to do as she wishes even though the wish isn't hers .
Grief and anguish . Fury and rage . And the rain that came to clear the air .
Is all that I remembered while I followed you into your temples . And saw the seals and the dragons and the rupturing of the body and the light .
Was the dragon black and silver skinned ?
I was wondering today what had happemed to the dragons that guard this land . From a tale another I know told not long ago .
I was reminded too of strumble head and my visits to wales where I was met by 2 seals , and a dragon whose curled body held the light house . And nothing but blue ocean behind it as far as the eye could see .
Parallels here , maybe ? There were crows following too . There is often crows following me about . Making noise . The one eyed seer often near .
"It makes no sense, but sense is of no help here." Love this line. I could have that as one of those welcoming signs.
Very interesting and cool that visits to The Zone (the vibe, the mediative space, the imagination, I dont have an exact word for it) for you can be recalled so well after and I hadn't conciously thought how it could have elements of universal truths. One to sit with!
Haha, well it beats "live laugh love" anyways 😂 Maybe you could get it on the doormat? 😉
I furiously make notes after these encounters, as I desperately don't want to forget a thing. Because I need the medicine they bring, and yes, I do believe it's for others as well. The Imagination might just save us yet...
Wow. What a deep gift to share your deep dive. It stirred me up in the best of ways. Showing not telling really works for me, thank you for being radically you xxx
Love love loooooove this! What a hero’s journey you’ve made into the cycles of life and death, where most people never want to go! From pure terror, straight through the pain, to noticing, hey… ‘I can breathe underwater’.
‘I know I need to do this,
but I desperately don't want to.’
The little nudge at the threshold before you jump.
I have been in these places like you, so many times! In dreams, meditations, regressions during body imprisonment and real life near death experiences. Our body’s might feel locked, but our soul isn’t imprisoned, not even a little.
It’s a very important message you have shared here, but it’s also profound story telling and writing Jez! Kudos to you 🐦🔥🙌🏼✨🐉
I recalled a recent version of this journey i went on my self . After working in the anger rage and frustration stuck in my right hip - I unblocked it enough to be absolutely seething with anger and rage and needed to walk it off . I reencountered my saboteur , was raging and turning my anger at myself , harming my self , hitting myself , and finding no releif i walked . Or rather stomped - and really let my body STOMP along to the woodland place - icould feel the screeching howl of angry rage wanting to emerge and when i reached the watery place , where the boundries are teaching me - they asked me to allow them to help me , hurt not yourself , that is not the way . Transform this heat and anger and cool the irge to injure your own being . Protective anger is needed but do not tuen it on yourself . And i was invited to enter the cool pool of water before the water fall - the pool is black - it is full of grey stone and rock and black grey sand and its freezing cold met my skin and absorbed the hate , the fury and left the energy behind that greif had stoken from me .
I played there in amd out of the water for a while and then i sat beneath the teaching tree and felt the rageful scream building up untill it bellowed out into the silence of the park and like a banshee cries and then I sat feeling better but still another screeching shriek was needed but what came out was more animal growl and warning cry .
And i felt so much lighter . The energy shifting to motivation to move and wander more took me on a circular walk to look for the well I could feel through the land where i stiod .
I wandered to the church and found the first vicars grave - behind which was the place the water ran underground and I found the moss covered man hole that housed the tunner into the water way . I could hear it - but i couldn't see it . And on the way I mourned my not yet dead mother , the funeral i wont be able to attend and made my peace with her choice to do as she wishes even though the wish isn't hers .
Grief and anguish . Fury and rage . And the rain that came to clear the air .
Is all that I remembered while I followed you into your temples . And saw the seals and the dragons and the rupturing of the body and the light .
Was the dragon black and silver skinned ?
I was wondering today what had happemed to the dragons that guard this land . From a tale another I know told not long ago .
I was reminded too of strumble head and my visits to wales where I was met by 2 seals , and a dragon whose curled body held the light house . And nothing but blue ocean behind it as far as the eye could see .
Parallels here , maybe ? There were crows following too . There is often crows following me about . Making noise . The one eyed seer often near .
And that is all .
Wow! An incredible journey lex. Thanks for sharing. Plenty of parallels, for sure.
"It makes no sense, but sense is of no help here." Love this line. I could have that as one of those welcoming signs.
Very interesting and cool that visits to The Zone (the vibe, the mediative space, the imagination, I dont have an exact word for it) for you can be recalled so well after and I hadn't conciously thought how it could have elements of universal truths. One to sit with!
Haha, well it beats "live laugh love" anyways 😂 Maybe you could get it on the doormat? 😉
I furiously make notes after these encounters, as I desperately don't want to forget a thing. Because I need the medicine they bring, and yes, I do believe it's for others as well. The Imagination might just save us yet...
Blatantly got to be painted on the ceiling or backwards facing a mirror 😆
Wow. What a deep gift to share your deep dive. It stirred me up in the best of ways. Showing not telling really works for me, thank you for being radically you xxx
Same right back at ya Viv. What would I do without your friendship?
Thanks for Being here, and for your reflection 🙏🏼
Love love loooooove this! What a hero’s journey you’ve made into the cycles of life and death, where most people never want to go! From pure terror, straight through the pain, to noticing, hey… ‘I can breathe underwater’.
‘I know I need to do this,
but I desperately don't want to.’
The little nudge at the threshold before you jump.
I have been in these places like you, so many times! In dreams, meditations, regressions during body imprisonment and real life near death experiences. Our body’s might feel locked, but our soul isn’t imprisoned, not even a little.
It’s a very important message you have shared here, but it’s also profound story telling and writing Jez! Kudos to you 🐦🔥🙌🏼✨🐉
Thank you so much, Eva, for all of these generous comments.
These are the depths and places and encounters that will save us!