Friday, 2 October 2015

Book Review: In the Oneness of Time

In the Oneness of Time, The Education of a Diviner, starts with a series of mostly short episodes from the author’s life. The recounting takes place in no specific order in time but with a fine thread that waves in and out the picture of the grand theme. 

To each and every one of these episodes there is a corresponding explanation in the second half of the book. 

I wonder if it would have been more helpful having the commentary immediately after each episode. But I do understand that doing so would be like coming in and out of dream time, drying away that inherently magical and oneiric quality in the narration. 

I read with avidity yet pausing to let the words sink in to the new meaning that was forming.
I was saying to myself…so this is what happens… this is what it means moving between the worlds…when without warning, consciousness shifts from Tonal to Nagual.

I could at last give a word and explanation to something which I think we inherently posses but slowly by time we suppress. 

There are books that touch your heart in a profound and intimate way and this was such a book.

I won’t say I understood everything that Horden wrote but what I can say for sure he brought peace to a part of me.

Thank you.

Monday, 28 September 2015

The Full Moon, Sea Dragon & the Tree of Life

This is the dream I had just before the totality of the eclipse around 03:00 of the 28-09-2015

I find myself walking in my native village. It was eerily pitch-dark, no single lamp was lit in the narrow streets I knew so well. As I walk attentively down the winding street, I see a neighbour hurriedly closing the door with a syringe.
I turn the corner round the stationary shop and find myself in an enclave with the wide black open sea on the left hand side and the yellow costal headland, glorious shining on my right hand side. I was mesmerised by the Full Moon rising over the cliffs.
I took out my mobile to take a photo. And as I watching through the lens I could see a sea dragon swimming just under the surface of the sea. I could see his body sensuously dancing under the full Moon as if wanting to reach it with its mouth.
As I was going to click to take the photo the Dragon turned towards me, with his eyes burning through me. He didn’t feel menacing but powerful and he wasn’t liking the idea that I was preying on him.
So I turned round as quietly and quickly as possible.
In the piazza with a statue of Mary Assumption standing on the crescent Moon, I encounter my sister and her husband. The latter was terribly angry with me because I was out and about, all alone at this time of the night and he had to go out to search for me. My sister looked sad. 
I can’t remember if he puts me in a car and takes me away or I run away. All I know is that I find myself on a huge wooden platform. 
The feeling was as if it was suspended very high in the sky. I entered a sort of igloo where inside was the recreation of the Tree of Life and the constellations (made of tiny led bulbs) shining over it through the branches. The light imbibing the environment was bluish and there was a slight hum in the background. 
All of a sudden, one of the branches came to life and was singing the story of Ireland. At a certain point the story told of a moorish fellow with pleated short hair that could tell if men were lost at sea or they just ran away to find another woman.
I went out of the igloo and found myself in the midst of Irish celebrations. I started dancing and tapping. I held high a lady whilst turning round and round but was a bit afraid I could fall down from the structure. I told her “I better pay attention where I put my feet or excuse my pun, we could find ourselves straight down to hell”.
I went out on the terrace of this highly elevated structure and I could see the earth beneath. The clouds were just at my level and the sun was setting, splashing the sky with an orange-purple tinge.
I could see aeroplanes flying in the horizon.
It was beautiful, peaceful but there was something nagging at the back of my mind.
It was my cat, Puzzy, that just woke me up in time for full moon eclipse which I succeeded in seeing between bouts of clouds.

When I went back to sleep I dreamt something about an old church near a river where I was baptised by submersion and I woke up coughing because I felt myself chocking…
(now that I remember it seems I had a GPS that couldn't stop talking during the ritual)

Tuesday, 8 September 2015

Book Review: Sound Healing for Beginners

Music has a profound effect on me. It can make or break my day. Literally. So this book captivated my interest.
The book starts by describing what is sound from various points of views. From the point of view of a physician, physicist, psychiatrist to linguist, magickian, healer, shaman and vocalist. They all give different facets of what sound is.
The book bases its foundation on opening our awareness to sound, be in and conscious of sound, expanding our consciousness through sound and reaching far, riding the sound wave we choose to be carried on. Fascinating idea isn’t it?
The authors go further with saying that we are not passive recipients of sound, we can also alter the energy way of that sound by our awareness and that sound is an energetic nutrient. 
Sonic Transmutation is also an interesting concept of changing unwanted noise to wanted noise with huge benefits on health especially if we live in highly noise polluted environments. A concept I am working on.
The authors work a lot with breathing exercises which is the basis of all the exercises which will then be extensively illustrated in the book. Meditation through breathing, humming, toning and mantras reciting are all beautiful exercises to get in touch with the sound energy and slowly be enwrapped by its healing properties.
There is a lot of background of what is shamanism and how shamans have used sound to travel in between the worlds. There is also a detailed description of Brain Wave Rhythms and their effect on our brains.
I have experimented some of the exercises whilst reading the book and some of them had profound effect on me. They are not exercises that can be mastered in a couple of session. 

This book is more of a textbook for exercising consciously with sound every day, becoming a conscious sound rider until slowly we can learn to shift both the sounds we hear and those we make in a transformative healing energy.

Sunday, 6 September 2015

Book Review: Closed Eyes

They say do not judge the book by its cover. By hey that cover is so suggestive…
The rest of the book? 
Well, it doesn’t go round things. Jerry Bomhan writes them as they are. Harsh, brutal, erotic and raw.
You have a woman samurai and a young damsel in distress. Fill in the gaps by reading this fast paced, full of details story.

If you like short stories that way, then grab it fast. I couldn’t unglue it from my hands.

Saturday, 5 September 2015

Ganesh & I

I have been reciting Ganesh mantra form the beginning of June 2015, 108 times for every single day, in my meditation practice, according to the Vedic tradition. I needed to cut loose all that I did not need anymore, all that distanced me from my soul's alignment.
It was my first experiment with mantras. And I approached it not knowing what was going to happen. As I recited the mantra, something inside of me started shifting... I looked forward to recite it. To commune with such energy.
After about 40 days of reciting the mantra, Ganesh came to me in one of my epic dreams. He was a living, burning, dancing tattoo on the inner side of my left upper arm, just on my biceps. I felt as if Ganesh had marked me for life. I was somewhat "his" or her's as I tend to feel Ganesh's energy as a yin energy similar to raw mother earth energy.
In the dream, my partner was feeling deadly sick and all I could do was chant Ganesh mantra.
I danced and clapped until I felt the sky open and there was no difference between this world and the other. My partner was completely healed.
In theory I should have changed mantra but I felt I wasn't finished yet. I recited the mantra all August...and what I did for the whole of August, for all my holidays was throwing out stuff, decluttering, donating all that I did not need anymore.
I felt I was closing the past to make space for the future.
As the holidays came to an end I felt drawn to a new mantra...but sometimes during the day I repeated Ganesh mantra softly in my heart.
There was a mayor turing point in my life a couple of days ago in my life...and with hindsight I feel Ganesh had his trunk well active in the process.
Today I went to an ethical living fair, hoping to find Ganesh statue...I had been longing to have one.
I not only found one but two small ones...
What I did not know that today is Ganesh Charturhi, the festival that celebrates the birthday of Ganesh...I only got to know it after reading Beth Owl's Daughter daily blog on sacred days. 
And all I could do is smile and bow to such Divine synchronicity...and to such love...

This is the mantra I have been reciting:

And these are the two Ganesh statues that found themselves to me. The bronze one is now tied to my house and car keys.