satoroca on Nostr: I'm going to share an experience I had last year. It is related with the power of ...
I'm going to share an experience I had last year. It is related with the power of being grateful. But it can be applied to everything in life. I thought that maybe the story can help someone to give better chance to be grateful since after that experience, being grateful is a top priority in my life.
I went to an Ayahuasca ceremony. For those of you that don't know what this is; Ayahuasca is a sacred visionary plant from the Amazon jungle with thousands of years of traditional use. It is commonly said that the spirit of the brew is feminine and nature's grandmother.
Well there I was after taking it. The shaman told us to speak truth and sincere with the plant. That being honest open hearted and spontaneous is better for not creating resistance to the healing.
I wanted to speak about abundance and how difficult was for me. How a struggle was my winter and the unfair life I was living and how I could not take care of my family. I was literally asking for solutions since I was thinking that was wrong and unfair. It was sincere.
When I depleted myself of the complaints and whining and had nothing more to say and the visions were starting to spread in my inner field the answer started to arrive.
First, the visions of mandalas and caleidoscope flowers and birds suddenly stopped to highlight, like a neon billboard, the words of a phrase in the song that one of the shamans was singing.
And it said something about being thankful. It was so clear that everything I was seeing just stopped and the words appeared in the blackness very highlighted. "Be graceful, be thankful, open your heart"
This happened three times, and the message was the same. I mean, seeing the infinite caleidoscope and then stop! And the words came. "Be thankful" and continue seeing the caleidoscope. That was not an accident.
Then the black vision field opened a tear into the fabric of reality. And a large hole could be seen. And from behind it, the shadow of a woman threw golden drops of something that fell like leaves in autumn and landed inside my heart.
Like she dropped a medicinal elixir.
And I could see my heart. As a white stone with calluses and hardness like turned into mineral or a piece of bone. And the spirit of this woman came a bit closer to me and she hesitated, and I invited her. I trusted her so she waved a hand on my white cold heart and softened it with tender care. And it flowered like a white huge lotus on my chest that instantly close again because I felt naked. And she brought the loving nature's energy of spring and with another hand caress it opened again and poured light. And I felt vulnerable again so my heart turned into a closed package folding over itself with many layers.
And she lovingly and patiently opened one after the other, peeled every trick and bark and skin I could create to not be vulnerable and open.
Until I surrendered.
I had nothing to fight or to protect. I couldn't stop this force of my heart wanting to be open. So I gave up.
And when I let it be open finally it poured the most marvelous and amazing architecture of light. Like an entire cathedral of beautiful and colours emanating from my chest and I felt blessed and graceful.
And I realised I could not ever never in all eternity stop this force from creating. Your heart is turning everything around you. Is giving you your own body and your perception. Your heart is your primary consciousness. The center of all creation emanating from the zero point of absolute full void. Uniting all paradoxes. And it exists and it will ever be.
It cannot cease to be or to create not even in what we think of "death".
And since it cannot stop creating, why would it create damping itself, dulling itself, hardening, impoverished. Why would it beat a song of misery and resentment? Why would it hold old memories of pain and anger?
All it can do is to tune you, to locate you, to speak for you, and to create your body.
It will make you synchronise and be in the times and places of watever is singing. Is it good is it bad? You name it! Literally.
Through your heart you write the drama or the comedy. You choose. In relationships, around money, where you live, how is your body. It all comes from the heart, from the sacred space that creates the spark of movement out of nothing like a gift, each and every moment. One after the other, present opportunity.
So whatever you need, whatever you want or not, look in your heart, it is literally being created there in the first place. Whatever problem you have in a relationship, look there, I know you have one part of your heart that you are holding and you don't let it move. You don't let it dance in tune with the song. You hold a grudge so there is a part of your physical heart that you are not letting it beat. Because you are vengeful and you want to withdraw universal love from that being or past or place.
But you only damage yourself in doing so.
Because we are all connected through the heart and you withdraw love from yourself because others (people things places) exist within you and they have a place in your body. So it is true our bodies are temples. Our minds are gardens we need to tend. Our hearts are fountains of pure life.
I went to an Ayahuasca ceremony. For those of you that don't know what this is; Ayahuasca is a sacred visionary plant from the Amazon jungle with thousands of years of traditional use. It is commonly said that the spirit of the brew is feminine and nature's grandmother.
Well there I was after taking it. The shaman told us to speak truth and sincere with the plant. That being honest open hearted and spontaneous is better for not creating resistance to the healing.
I wanted to speak about abundance and how difficult was for me. How a struggle was my winter and the unfair life I was living and how I could not take care of my family. I was literally asking for solutions since I was thinking that was wrong and unfair. It was sincere.
When I depleted myself of the complaints and whining and had nothing more to say and the visions were starting to spread in my inner field the answer started to arrive.
First, the visions of mandalas and caleidoscope flowers and birds suddenly stopped to highlight, like a neon billboard, the words of a phrase in the song that one of the shamans was singing.
And it said something about being thankful. It was so clear that everything I was seeing just stopped and the words appeared in the blackness very highlighted. "Be graceful, be thankful, open your heart"
This happened three times, and the message was the same. I mean, seeing the infinite caleidoscope and then stop! And the words came. "Be thankful" and continue seeing the caleidoscope. That was not an accident.
Then the black vision field opened a tear into the fabric of reality. And a large hole could be seen. And from behind it, the shadow of a woman threw golden drops of something that fell like leaves in autumn and landed inside my heart.
Like she dropped a medicinal elixir.
And I could see my heart. As a white stone with calluses and hardness like turned into mineral or a piece of bone. And the spirit of this woman came a bit closer to me and she hesitated, and I invited her. I trusted her so she waved a hand on my white cold heart and softened it with tender care. And it flowered like a white huge lotus on my chest that instantly close again because I felt naked. And she brought the loving nature's energy of spring and with another hand caress it opened again and poured light. And I felt vulnerable again so my heart turned into a closed package folding over itself with many layers.
And she lovingly and patiently opened one after the other, peeled every trick and bark and skin I could create to not be vulnerable and open.
Until I surrendered.
I had nothing to fight or to protect. I couldn't stop this force of my heart wanting to be open. So I gave up.
And when I let it be open finally it poured the most marvelous and amazing architecture of light. Like an entire cathedral of beautiful and colours emanating from my chest and I felt blessed and graceful.
And I realised I could not ever never in all eternity stop this force from creating. Your heart is turning everything around you. Is giving you your own body and your perception. Your heart is your primary consciousness. The center of all creation emanating from the zero point of absolute full void. Uniting all paradoxes. And it exists and it will ever be.
It cannot cease to be or to create not even in what we think of "death".
And since it cannot stop creating, why would it create damping itself, dulling itself, hardening, impoverished. Why would it beat a song of misery and resentment? Why would it hold old memories of pain and anger?
All it can do is to tune you, to locate you, to speak for you, and to create your body.
It will make you synchronise and be in the times and places of watever is singing. Is it good is it bad? You name it! Literally.
Through your heart you write the drama or the comedy. You choose. In relationships, around money, where you live, how is your body. It all comes from the heart, from the sacred space that creates the spark of movement out of nothing like a gift, each and every moment. One after the other, present opportunity.
So whatever you need, whatever you want or not, look in your heart, it is literally being created there in the first place. Whatever problem you have in a relationship, look there, I know you have one part of your heart that you are holding and you don't let it move. You don't let it dance in tune with the song. You hold a grudge so there is a part of your physical heart that you are not letting it beat. Because you are vengeful and you want to withdraw universal love from that being or past or place.
But you only damage yourself in doing so.
Because we are all connected through the heart and you withdraw love from yourself because others (people things places) exist within you and they have a place in your body. So it is true our bodies are temples. Our minds are gardens we need to tend. Our hearts are fountains of pure life.