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In process of ascension we are moving into our brilliant minds, our higher selves. Old structures no longer support us (if in fact they ever did). As we transform ourselves, we also witness radical shift of structures around us. When I was starting medical school, some 20 years ago, I viewed medicine as an art. I never wanted to be a doctor, but somewhere between the combination of peer and parental pressure and curiosity—medicine started growing on me. While pondering a trip to my sister's wedding, whether to go or not, if my husband and son would go with me, how will we go, etc., the advice given to me was "you already know all of these answers". I did know that I was going, I just didn't want to admit it to myself, I guess. I quickly realized I would be going alone, and I would be driving from Wisconsin to Wyoming alone. Yes, insane to many (my mom, my husband, most of my "friends"), but that's what I knew. Once I found myself "willing" to proceed, it was very clear that I would be camping along the way. My sister recommended KOA (Kampgrounds of America), and I soon found that I could stay at a KOA all the way. It became a mantra - "KOA all the way". I slept in my SUV, so no pitching a tent alone in the dark, etc., and best of all, no hotel room expenses. I am lying in my crib, ready for a feeding and warm attention from my mother. I hear two women’s voices from the next room. I cry to let my mother know I need attention, and then…I cry a little louder. No response. I resort to amplifying these cries into emergency screams, but again, to no avail. My attempt to stand up or move is aborted by two clamps on either side of my baby shirt, rigged from underneath the mattress, while my feet and legs are carefully “tucked” into a baby sleeping wrap. Since I grew up strong and healthy, my mother must have appeared sometime. An Odyssey Into the Past to Heal the Present My experience with Ia has been—and continues to be—profound and deeply transformative. “Even though I’ve been a spiritual aspirant all of my adult life, it hasn’t kept me from being plagued with many karmic issues that I haven’t been able to resolve—whether through devotion, meditation, study or service. I’ve scraped the skies for answers to my life (which, by the way, looks “fine” from the outside). Working with Ia has been like getting on the “fast track,” cutting through the tangled web of many lifetimes to get to the core. An important aspect of what she does is to place full responsibility for everything squarely on our own shoulders—and that is extremely empowering.
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Ia, just some thoughts that have occurred since my departure from the dark depths of my false guilt. I started this the other day and was interrupted, so it kinda feels like it has lost some of the momentum originally felt. You said something to me about leadership and that it is a lonely role.
One of the key tools I learned while working with Ia is that our ego has multiple personalities operating at different times or even simultaneously. As I have learned, my multiple personalities were created throughout various prior embodiments, and I brought to my present embodiment this multitude of personalities. As I began to explore the nature of all my personalities, I realized that this is, in essence, a form of schizophrenia.
One would think that true parenting would have more to do with the child than it would with the parent, but I've found just the opposite. When I gave birth to my first child, I was deep in the midst of a full blown case of obsessive compulsive disorder. So much so, that I ended up going to a hospital several states away and leaving my newborn baby for 6 weeks, while I went to try and heal. The true healing didn't begin until I started doing my own inner work. I began to gather the pieces that comprised the puzzle of my dysfunction, things from past life memories to "abuse" that occurred in this lifetime.
Better Than Two Ice Cream Cones A few days ago I had a colonoscopy experience that confirmed what I already knew. My body is healthy, life always supports, and moving beyond resistance is not unlike asking for a second ice cream cone. When I arrived at the hospital, feeling rather smug about having have had no solid foods the day before, and having the survived the cleansing effect of drinking four liters of Golytely, I was quickly brought to my knees when the no-nonsense nurse asked for the name of my designated driver. I had none...
My personal metamorphosis was not unlike that of the butterfly. First, I started out as a ground crawler, living in my self-created ideas and stories—living life on MY terms. Next, I entered the cocoon. Here I found the solitude and safety to examine my life, and the many unhealthy patterns that molded my behavior. As I began let it all go, I began to see myself emerging as this beautiful butterfly. At first, my wings were fragile, but through much practice, they have become amazingly strong.
I’m on a journey in Japan. If you’d told me 10 years ago that this is where I’d be, I wouldn’t have believed it. It’s been a long row to hoe, but I wouldn’t change a thing. A decade ago was the height of my “pantyhose & briefcase days”. Working as a sales manager for a large Manhattan company, happily married, with great friends, and earning great money, everything was seemingly “perfect”. Why then did I feel such discontent?
The heart of a teacher, that's what I have. I didn't always believe I could be what I carried inside of me. I knew it was in there. But, I didn't think I knew how to live what I came here to do. I grew up in a family of six...my elder sisters being twins a year older with a brother three years younger. With alcoholism, gender confusion, and being the middle child after twins, I truly felt lost.
I glided across the frozen pond, arms stretched gracefully out, head up, and one leg held up a foot or two behind me. Nothing daring. The other leg was slightly bent at the knee and springing gently to absorb the shock of the bumpy surface. The blades are sharpened concave, which grips the ice and is especially important on the bumpy frozen pond that I had to myself this winter evening.
The great female eagle glided upwards slowly and soundlessly in the spiral of warm thermal air, wings outspread, flight feathers curled gracefully up in communion with Father Wind. She Eagle whispered: "Father, I tire of life," After a time, the thermal began to diminish and she reluctantly banked out and began a descent. She came to light on the high branch of the tallest pine on a small hill above the frozen river. Hunched slightly, wings folded closely over her thick winter down, her sharp black eye scanned the brown and snowy terrain below. A human female sat at the base of the tree and now looked up at She Eagle with awe.
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