The opposite of sacred is not mundane, but profane. How do we craft our lives to embrace more sacredness? And less profanity to our soul?
An HSP (Highly Sensitive Person) living in LA, I've been wanting to read the book on how to navigate the electric currents here without short-circuiting. An urban shaman (ha!), I seek the still point within, so that I can do the work I moved here to do.
I realize my either/or thinking is at work here, and that we live in a world colored by shades of gray. But when do we give ourselves permission to relax into our vastness? (Not often enough!)
Perhaps one must be the observer. This highly charged field enhances journeying and shamanic work exponentially. Isn't the wild ride amazing? Spirit wanted to soar Saturday, and look where the magic carpet took us, during the soul retrieval. It's powerful. It's frightening. It didn't let up for hours. Perhaps Kundalini was awakening? We are so far beyond the days of drawing fire up from the core of the earth and being scared to death of what to do with it. We know what to do with fire now. Playing with it. Using it as a tool. Letting the fire mold, meld, and rework us into exquisite tools of transformation, to share with those who wish to take our hand, this little gift, this little assist.
Be the lightning's hand.
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