Kundalini Splendor

Love Poems for the Invisible


They speak of

They speak of enlightenment.

Can darkness
dispel Darkness?
light illumine Light?

O, My Invisible,
you and I know the secret ways.


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Out of Nowhere

When you first came
I was not prepared.
Lightning flash of love
arriving out of nowhere.

Now you enter more stealthily.
Sometimes you have stayed
the night
and I did not even know.

I still am not used
to your presence.
Lodger who
leaves no sign,
pays no rent.

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For so many years

How could I have known
this marriage would endure so long.
That you would remain faithful
for so many years.

I think this union
was meant to last.
Year after year,
your secret kisses,
my amazed silence.

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Advaita

Yet why am I surprised
to find you still here
day after day,
year after year.
Lying beside me,
waiting for me to wake.
Stirring in my veins
even before I arise.
Walking where I walk.

You and I both know the
secret:
We are the same.
Two faces,
one body,
two players,
one stage.

This pledge
was made in heaven,
eons ago.
We set the terms
ourselves,


Dorothy Walters
August 31, 2009

The Beckoning

You called me
and I came down,
small soul wrapped
in the folds of the dark flower.

I arrived not knowing
where I had been,
whose voice had summoned,
why I had come.

How could I know
that this unfolding
would arrive
in such bliss,
body awakening again
to its own beginnings?

How could I guess
it would carry such pain,
always the throb of grief
pulsing through
the vein of joy?

Dorothy Walters
August 29, 2009

Prayer

Refuse to fall down.

If you cannot refuse to fall down,
refuse to stay down.

If you cannot refuse to stay down,
lift your heart toward heaven,
and like a hungry beggar,
ask that it be filled,
and it will be filled.

You may be pushed down.
You may be kept from rising.
But no one can keep you
from lifting your heart
toward heaven -
only you.

It is in the middle of misery
that so much becomes clear.

The one who says nothing good
came of this,
is not yet listening.

Clarissa Pinkola Estes

(I think that the noble beast in the picture above (which I took on Trail Ridge Road just the other day) should be a model for us all. Keep such an image in you thoughts and it will indeed inspire you to "lift your heart toward heaven.")

Brahman is Atman


When I was about eleven I read these words in a history book and they made perfect sense to me. Later on, I got a bit confused when I discovered that various writers and sects have varying interpretations of their meaning.

However, I think the simplest interpretation is often the best, so I cling to my early perception, which was, simply, that the highest part of our "selves" (our souls or spirits or essential core self-ness) is one with the vast, immeasurable, inscrutable power we term the divine or ultimate reality or Emerson's Oversoul or God or whatever word we use to designate that which is beyond description.

For years, that notion remained in my mind as a thought or concept, something I felt strongly, and sensed from time to time as, say, in the midst of some natural wonder or exhilarated by a piece of poetry or music.

After Kundalini, we know that this idea is not merely a concept, but something that is available to be realized in our deepest selves, an experience of union and oneness that simply cannot be denied. Kundalini awakening (and its later mysterious visitations as bliss or rapture)needs no proof besides itself. It tells us who we are at the deepest levels. It takes us into the presence of God and we revel in that profound connection. True, we sometimes experience pain along with the bliss, but how much of God can we receive into out bodies? To enter such extreme bliss implies a willingness to be "ravished by God" again and again, as our bodies adjust to this new level of being.

I am not saying that in this way we become God. In this way we know that we are a minute part of that infinite being, whose power and vast energies are beyond comprehension.

To go beyond this state is to risk total annihilation. We remain grateful that what is afforded to us is not more than we can bear.



Braman (ब्रह्मन्, brahman, nominative brahma, ब्रह्म) is a concept of Hinduism. Brahman is the unchanging, infinite, immanent, and transcendent reality which is the Divine Ground of all matter, energy, time, space, being, and everything beyond in this Universe in the Hindu religion.

(from Wikipedia)




But those who fully worship the unmanifested, that which lies beyond the perception of the senses, the all-pervading, inconceivable, unchanging, fixed and immovable--the impersonal conception of the Absolute Truth--by controlling the various senses and being equally disposed to everyone, such personas, engaged in the welfare of all, at last achieve Me."

(from the Bhagavad Gita 12:3-4)




(The image is a painting by Dante Gabriel Rossetti entitled "Beatrice in Rapture.")

The following review was written by Barbara Whitfield, a well known writer and researcher in the field of near death experiences, which she sees as closely related to the Kundalini process. Barbara and her husband Charles have devoted their lives to making the world a better place through their contributions in various areas, including the medical as well as the purely spiritual fields. Through her investigations, Barbara is convinced that the life of the "soul" continues after death, and now she and Charles have produced a book explaining that the essential self exists before birth as well as after death. (She mentions this new book in her essay).

She is also a marvelous human being whose work deserves close attention.


-Kundalini Rising:
Exploring the Energy of Awakening
Sounds True
Boulder, CO
Sept 2009

It is with immense gratitude that I read this new anthology recently released by Sounds True Publishing. First, my husband Charles Whitfield and I are contributors. We are grateful to have been included with this wonderful list of specialists who together explain something that until recently has been unexplainable. In the East it is called “Kundalini.” Here in the West Christians call it “The Holy Spirit,” in Hebrew it is Ruach ha Kadosh. I’m sure we could find it in almost every religion. Now Western Science has gotten interested too. This anthology contains essays by published researchers and scientists who are on the cutting edge of this new field.

My opening to the Kundalini process began in 1975 after a profound near-death experience. I call it a process because it continued, and continues to this day, sometimes blatant but mostly subtle.

My second reason for gratitude to Sounds True and this list of contributors is that collectively we make a lot of sense. We bring together so many different disciplines that create a new gestalt for a human/spiritual mechanism that until now has remained hidden.

This energy, this mechanism looks and feels crazy in the beginning for someone like me who years ago had never heard of it and couldn’t understand why or what was happening. Now, after reading most of the essays in this book even I have a new understanding that I can almost articulate. We human beings have a spiritual nature that is waiting to be aroused, waiting to wake us up to a bigger reality then we have perceived until the unfolding of Kundalini.

Babies have this awareness but we (at least in the Western world) “reason” it out of them by the time they grow up (hopefully that is changing. My new book The Natural Soul is all about this).. Then through a spiritual experience like an NDE, or other mystical experience, or through a 12 Step Program (remember the 12th Step), or a workshop, spiritual talk, psychotherapy—this energy is aroused and we are on our way to a whole new way of experiencing our reality – and it’s not what the media is telling us is important! And that is where the rub is! We can’t be mind controlled anymore by the media or our religion (if it’s that type of religion – not all religions are about control but I bet if Jesus came here today to visit us he would shake his head and say, “I didn’t mean for you to get so organized. I meant for you to be like me.)

Jesus had an awakened Kundalini. He knew who he was. He knew where he came from and he was aware of and connected to his Father, Mother, God. So are we when we patiently work with this mechanism.


Barbara Whitfield
www.cbwhit.com
www.barbarawhitfield.com

A Morning Offering

I bless the night that nourished my heart
To set the ghosts of longing free
Into the flow and figure of dream
That went to harvest from the dark
Bread for the hunger no one sees.

All that is eternal in me
Welcome the wonder of this day,
The field of brightness it creates
Offering time for each thing
To arise and illuminate.

I place on the altar of dawn:
The quiet loyalty of breath,
The tent of thought where I shelter,
Wave of desire I am shore to
And all beauty drawn to the eye.

May my mind come alive today
To the invisible geography
That invites me to new frontiers,
To break the dead shell of yesterdays,
To risk being disturbed and changed.

May I have the courage today
To live the life that I would love,
To postpone my dream no longer
But do at last what I came here for
And waste my heart on fear no more.

John O'Donohue

"To risk being disturbed and changed." O, yes, we must all take risk from time to time in order that we may "do at last what I came here for..."

My friend Karen came for a visit and we drove the famous Trail Ridge Highway up from Estes Park. This is one of the most spectacular drives in the country, for sure. Great mountains rise in the distance, wildlife abounds, and at the summit, you are literally at the Continental Divide. Here it is always cold. There is in fact frost on the ground for many months of the year, and indeed, the earth is covered with fragile tundra, which is found only in Alaska and Russia besides this stunning location.

In the distance from the highway, you can see Long's Peak, favorite climb for those interested in mountain adventures. Here is a story about such a climb.

Many years ago, my friend Carol Konek, then 14, was camping at the foot of the mountain along with her father and brother, who had planned an ascent for next day. Carol was to wait below. But when dawn came, the brother was sick and couldn't go on the climb. So her father, not to be deprived of his adventure, woke up Carol and told her to get ready to go up the mountain with him. She was totally unprepared. She had done no training for such an arduous undertaking. But off she went at her father's bidding, and up they went together.

The climb was long and tiring and at times terrifying. Often she didn't think she could go on, but on she went, inch by inch, foot by foot. Finally, in total exhaustion, they reached the top and came back down safely.

Carol, an extremely brave and dauntless woman, has always observed that after making such a climb, she knew that she could do anything she chose in her life. And she has.

Frankly, I think that kundalini is a similar challenge. We don't know exactly whre the path is or where it is going to lead. We may not feel ready. We may not be in touch with those who have gone before us. At times we are uncertain whether or not we are "doing it right" or if we will even survive. But climb we must, and trust we do, for we know that however uncertain we may be, how unsure the outcome, it is the right path for us and that we would not choose any other.

We are intrepid travelers, as much as the mountain climbers with their packs and staves. Our pack is all the wisdom we have accumulated beforehand, everything we have learned or experienced in our lives. Our staff is our inner direction, the ever present guide who leads us always in the right direction.

It is not an easy task to transform flesh into light, matter into spirit. But I strongly believe that this is the task we are now engaged in here on this plane. Many of us volunteered long before we came in to dedicate our bodies and our lives to this purpose and now we are honoring that commitment.

This process is the true evolution of the species, the progression onto a higher level of being, the lifting of consciousness to less dense, more delicate levels of awareness.

This information (of the impending evolution of consciousness) was with us even in l981, the year I experienced awakening. Although kundalini was not much talked about at that time, writers like Teihard de Chardin, Sri Aurobindo, and--more recently--William Irwin Thompson all had predicted the transformation of consciousness now taking place widespread over planet Earth. And theory has now become fact, for we are in the midst of the transition.

During the course of my journey, I have experienced many confirmations of this process. I have had countless experiences of ecstasy, innumerable episodes of pain, in an endless cycle of death (to the old) and renewal (into the new mode of being). And I have known that mine was not a personal journey, but part of a wider, indeed universal, process occurring across the planet. We are indeed moving to the next level in the process of spiritual ascension.

On Sunday night I attended the kirtan ceremony presented by Kabir and friends as I described above and there I was again filled with ineffable ecstasy. Ecstasy is not sex per se but it has an exquisite, somewhat erotic tone that is irresistible. This is the time that god comes as the Beloved Within; it is the moment of divine union. And it is the means by which we are lifted to a higher level, one which includes universal love and compassion as well as inner joy.

It was a beautiful evening. But--next day (yesterday)I was stricken when my old bete noir--intense stomach pain associated with hiatal (esophageal) hernia-- returned. Suddenly I was thrown into acute suffering, for which I could discover no convincing cause. Was it what I had eaten for breakfast or lunch? Had I somehow twisted my body as I got on and off the city buses and thus thrown the hernia our of place? I had not carried anything heavy (a common trigger). I had not tried any of the special breathing practices that often (for me) seem to throw the organs out of alignment. Had I turned my body the wrong way in doing my morning stretching exercises? Nothing offered a plausible answer.

And then I reflected that since I arrived here six weeks ago I had experienced much gentle pleasure and joy of being, but no intense highs of the ecstatic moment. Neither had I had any physical ailments plaguing my body. So, I wondered, does this mean that I can go along living a flat line life, with no peaks or valleys to punctuate the relative calm, and so enjoy a happy but somewhat lacklustre life, but that episodes of passion and excitement are off limits unless I want to invite equivalent suffering as the price I pay for transcendence?

I thought perhaps I might have to go to a doctor (goddess forbid!) if this pain continued, and even wondered if it could be an indication of a heart attack. And then a voice within counseled, "You have a doctor inside," and I began to feel gentle sweet energies move in my arms and hands.

So I began to do very subtle energy movements, directing them to various parts of my body, and what happened next went beyond any experience yet. These energies were, yes, even higher, even more subtle, even more precious than any I have ever felt before. I moved (physically) hardly at all, yet each tiny motion of hand or body sent thrills of exquisite (but soft, oh, so gentle) ripples of bliss here and there. I felt my aura--finally extended my arms as far out from the body as they could reach, and each time sensed the indescribable bliss of the delicate outlines. This was a new level, a plane well beyond anything I had known previously, the wondrous vibrations of the light body revealed in its fullness (or at least as much of its fullness as I could receive.) It was an ultimate gift.

And it was then that I realized that what was happening (my stomach distress) was not just some deficiency in my ability to balance new energies, that it was part of the much larger process going on within each of us. We are indeed receiving infusions of energies far, far beyond what we have experienced or imagined before, and each such infusion requires a major balancing within--something like the "healing crisis" that sometimes occurs after massage or energy treatments from human healers. We must flush out and transform the old to prepare our systems to cope with the new.

The process of human evolution is not simple. We have not signed up for an easy ride. We will--again and again--be carried up to new heights of ecstatic bliss, of wonder, and we will, over and over, experience deep pain, more, often, than we think we deserve or can bear. But each episode will awaken us to new possibilities of feeling and new awareness of just how much is possible. We are, in fact, moving into (and in fact already are) our light bodies, matter illumined by divine spirit, flesh transformed into god.

When I was experiencing inner initiation (now over 25 years ago) I was give my new name--it was Bodhidharma, the great master who brought Buddhism to China so many centuries ago. Now I did not interpret this to mean I was the reincarnation of this great master (although I at times I feared that might be the case and then what would I do?). Rather, I thought of the meaning of the sanskrit that translates as "truth speaker." It is not easy to speak one's truth aloud, but this is the time for all of us to confess what we truly believe at the deepest levels, no matter what the world at large may think.

(Picture from Hubble website)

When I arrived in Boulder, one of the first places I went was to the Farmer's Market held in the park downtown on Saturday mornings. I bought some tamales at one of the little stands, and sat down on a benched table to eat, next to a young lady who, it turned out, had spent time in Asia as a student of the cultures in that part of the world. She was waiting for her brother to join her, and he soon arrived. As we talked, I discovered that he was a musician who had studied Indian music under Ali Akbar Khan, the famous performer and teacher of Eastern music. I asked him for references for devotional resources in Boulder, and he gave me the name of Kabir, who leads Kirtan singing in the city once a month. I was intrigued and hoped to be able to go, for I love Kirtans (devotional songs of India.)

Tonight I went to hear Kabir (who is named after the famous poet of early India). He was accompanied by some other gifted musicians, including John, a fine drummer, and Christine, one of his advanced students, who has a magical voice plus some others whose names I did not get.

It was a small group. Some ten or twelve of us sat in a circle, repeating the response to the call from Kabir. However, I preferred just to sit and listen in silence, for somehow such quiet allows me to resonate with the music more fully.

And--the result was a totally transcendent experience--indeed, ecstasy at a very deep level. Those of us who follow the ecstatic path hunger for it when it is not present in our lives. For me, it has been quite some time since I have experienced such bliss. Since I moved here, I have tried to focus on the necessary mundane tasks of getting set up, unpacking, making the necessary phone calls, and such. Many days I have hardly left the house, concentrating on those boxes which never seem to diminish in number. In fact, I was beginning to feel too solitary, in need of human company as well as uplifting experience.

It was, for me, a great evening. And, to top it off, one of the women stood and danced at some point in the performance--it was an impromptu performance, but totally appropriate for the occasion--her full skirt twirled like the dancer in the picture above, and her moves were an exquisite expression of the feelings conveyed by the music.

I felt immensely grateful to have made this connection--with the music, the presence of the divine which permeated the room, and the lovely people who were there, both the performers and the audience.

Afterward I bought two CD's, only to discover that one of them is of Andrew Harvey reading the poetry of Rumi with Kabir accompanying him on the flute. Andrew was for several years my mentor, giving me great help and encouragement when I wrote two of my books, including writing an introduction to each.

This evening would not have happened had I not gone to the Farmer's Market and happened to be seated next to this helpful young man.


(Picture by Patricia Lay-Dorsey)

In a recent post, I mentioned the publication of "Kundalini Rising: Exploring the Energy of Awakening," now available on Amazon as well as Barnes and Noble. One of the first essays I read in this exciting volume was by Whitehawk, who wrote on "Deep Light and the Great Retruthing." I was quite impressed with her discussion, and even went so far as to e-mail her. I received an answer to my e-mail almost immediately telling me of a wondrous synchronicity that had just taken place. It seems that the very moment my letter popped up on her computer, she was sending a letter to a man who was my publisher for "Unmasking the Rose." She had, in fact, read my book when it appeared and found it helpful to her as she moved through her own experience.

And there was more. She had once lived in the city where I have just moved. She even asked where I was living and wondered if it could be a certain senior housing apartment where she had a friend living. No, I do not live there, but I did in fact seriously considering this place when I was deciding to move.

We both thought it was a "wow" experience.

I have spent some time lately surfing her blog at http://wingingwithwhitehawk.wordpress.com

I recommend it to you, for it contains much wisdom and offers a great deal to think about, relating to the spiritual journey as well as personal experiences. I happened upon this entry, and am now posting it, because it seems to speak very specifically to certain correspondents who have contacted me recently.

Although Whitehawk is here discussing male/female relationships, what she says also applies to same sex couples when one takes over the dominant role and seeks to control the other. It also can apply when the female seeks to control the male in a mixed couple. Human nature is human nature, and the same scenarios can play out no matter what the nature of the pairing is.

However, Whitehawk is absolutely right that the reigning paradigm in almost all world cultures is for the female to be submissive to the male, to take care of his needs and repress her own, and, above all, never to speak in her own voice and express her own true needs. Even today, there are women who are "birds in a gilded cage," fearful to live lives independent of the family roles in which they are entangled.

Here is the excerpt from her blog:



Unless one is an advanced spiritual initiate practicing meticulous lightbody hygiene, a huge array of thoughtforms accumulate in the human energy field. Often, clairvoyants can see them clustered around a person. They are just there, in everyone, like a cage full of various pets (or pests), tending to influence (or wreak havoc on) a life in such a variety of ways, they can become quite capable of taking over as a person’s primary navigation system, for better or worse, depending on prevailing themes. Thoughts are indeed things (or beings, even), verrry powerful once they are loosed by a fertile mind — especially if energized by strong emotion — and verrry magnetic to more of the same. They broadcast invitations to resonant others to come join them and their beneficent host/creators, being us, sometimes to the point of burning down the house with their explosive potentialities. They can also be likened to viruses, reproducing exponentially in the operating system of a life, as we cluelessly, sloppily, and naively obsess over various dramas in which we participate — in starring roles, as supportive cast, or “merely” as hooked voyeurs… all of which are investments of the energy of our attention. Of course, if one’s thoughts are 100% pure, loving and godly… then hey, no problem! But this post isn’t about that blessed state.feminine surrender

Consider that one destiny of these highly charged and magnetic thoughtforms can be the inception of addictions: ie, to the way one feels under the influence of a drug, or a person (ie guru or celebrity supplication/ worship are prime examples… or just a compelling peer connection), or sex. Sex is hugely powerful; ground zero in the “nuclear neighborhood” of the lower chakras. It is a portal to the divine if worked with in frequencies of high love and/or sacred intent. In the intoxicatingly charged dominant/ submissive dynamic between particularly aligned (or misaligned) male/ female polarities, it can be an ignition sequence for losing all control before you know what hit you if you don’t practice concerted management of your faculties. This seems to me to be particularly true for the feminine/yin polarity of the equation: the dominant (male/yang) energy can easily syphon precious – and potent – energy from the sex centers (being physically present is not a requisite) of an open female, sending her into a long spin right out of her root. This can become dangerous, fast, for all control over one’s life can be lost if the lower centers lose their secure grounding. The male in this scenario gets stronger (with a likely ’substance addiction’ strengthening as well), while the female’s power wanes as she slides further under the control of the dominant partner as his provider, possibly intoxicated out of her senses and swooning every minute until she wakes up one day to a life in shambles.

So: thoughtforms. Say you have a Big Experience somewhere along your journey. These are mandatory for the earth school; otherwise we wouldn’t incarnate to learn. That experience resides in one’s energy body, or field, like a highly compressed holographic recording, with its emotional tone as its magnetic mortar. It sets up what might be considered a multi-dimensional domain (distributed across various levels of your energetic template)… and invites “guests” over to join it for as long as we live; even longer (as karma). Because the lightbody tends to pair up with numerous physical bodies over time to work out particular themes to their ultimate healed conclusion… unhealed thoughtforms can accompany any number of “bodies” through incarnations. We continue working on these ongoing plot-lines until ultimately (please God!!!) we achieve resolution and can graduate to a whole new story. (This, incidentally, is what I believe humanity is endeavoring to do en masse… graduate to a new story… within the very near future!)

The situation that initiated this rather loaded post involves a man I spent some time around the other day. In a revelatory moment, a few choice thoughtforms of his personal life played through my mind like a slide show. This has happened before… I occasionally have these little glimpses into “interiors” quite spontaneously… and it is not intentional. I just have occasional “spurts of reception” with people I seem to have a sympathetic resonance with. I have no sense of it coming… I just suddenly receive little transmissions which also nail me with the full-throttle emotional tone of the scene being witnessed. I really FEEL these. I’m an empath, which is still a new revelation (and learning curve) for me in the full sense of the term. (Note – Zeroing in on this easily-overlooked feature in my psycho-energetic makeup has illumined a very specific and crucial nook of my existence! ~ And if my experiences ‘feel familiar’ to you, do yourself a big favor and study up on The Empath, as well as the importance of clear boundaries. Could spare you a world of grief. I suggest you check out http://mysilentecho.com. ) I tend to take things in (or more to the point, I suddenly “find things in me”) that I then have to grapple with in some way. Sometimes I have no idea what they are or why I’m experiencing them so intimately and intensely (as was the case when I “experienced” the events of 911before they happened from a ground zero perspective; devastating! It didn’t making any sense to my rational mind until after the event… tho it certainly freaked the bejeezuz out of me).

In this case of the other day, I knew exactly what was going on, and it was troubling, and it took me on *quite* an extensive ride. It is, in fact, a prevailing ‘neverending story’ of the sexes, and one of the deepest wounds in my life (speaking karmically, across timelines). It’s probably the Big Wound in the lives of most women (throughout time): the absolutely primary orientation to love, countered by the agonizing loss of trust in love. Not that men don’t have their hurts, of course… but being a woman, this is my lens. What “popped” out of this man onto my inner screen was a very personal (to him) scene involving sex. The woman in that scene actually reminded me of MYSELF; her entire emotional frequency, investment, and heart full of desire to give in that situation at the expense of her own receiving felt intimately familiar, and it set off a huge reverberation in me (my ‘resident’ thoughtforms/ karma were totally set off by this, if you follow) which continued to reverb through all time, all women, all earthly dimensions, and all archetypes involving male/female dynamics going all the way back to “the fall,” or first separation, by which I mean the point at which the sacred man/woman union of bliss and mutual harmony, respect, and co-operation fractured into what we have today. What we have now is a deep distortion of that beautiful bond – rife with fear, power plays, secrets, lies, and manipulations. Some day soon, in these shifting times, I envision this once again unifying into the shining, blessed pillar of solid connection that upholds the lives of a loving, committed couple — and their family, and the family of man on earth — as we are all such integral parts of the healed Whole. The final and ultimate healing begins with the masculine/feminine rift at its basest levels. The Ace of Wands!

So this little event sort of “caught me,” or I caught it, like a virus that hijacked my thoughts and my emotions on such an expansive issue… and I feel it all echoing through me like some kind of giant, entangled MEME for the entire species. My heart is literally aching, and extremely tight. I sense this is another immense layer of “genetic pathcutting” (ie “batch” karmic processing and cleansing on behalf of humanity as well as oneself) in fact, at this point — I have to heal this gargantuan, mass thoughtform in myself to send that “healed ripplet” into the collective heart/soul… to contribute to the rainbow bridge back to oneness. If you’re a meditator… I invite you to join this effort as a healing practice.

This particular meme is about the expectation that women submit to men. The eternal “pleasing of the king,” while not having her own needs met or remotely even acknowledged… her needs (and entire life lens) being more emotional, as she struggles to be the love-and-care giver to everyone around her, while so often being taken for absolute granted or even disrespected for that form of service… and gradually collapsing over time inside her own suffering. She has been trained by society to keep silent because her truth is something no one wants to be bothered with. While men are free (encouraged!) to openly make their wishes known and pursue them – and have the ‘entitlement’ to simply expect women to acquiesce to them – women tend to have to struggle to find alternate work-arounds to keep themselves in the game in ways that aren’t completely demoralizing. Women often can’t speak up without some form of physical, mental, emotional or professional repercussion. Women, by and large, are encouraged to be “sweet” and generally compliant… which can work for her to an extent… until something happens that absolutely requires that she rise up.

[In another perhaps tangential synchronicity on this theme... I caught a few minutes of an old movie last night in which a compassionate, upper-class British woman married a wealthy American slave owner in the 1800's and came to live stateside with him. Her shocking discovery of the horrific reality of those abused slaves, and her struggle to remain with a man who could be this cruel, made for disturbing viewing. I actually couldn't watch, though I suspect her presence did eventually manage to assist the slaves somewhat.]

So… back to this man and his illustrious thoughtforms. I found myself thinking of his wife sleeping next to him all these years, and while she may not have seen his “repertoire” like I did, I KNOW she HAD to feel this at the core of her being. I feel certain of this, and my heart broke for her, and for myself, and then for all women in similar situations… in which they cannot trust the man they love, as he cavalierly romps around among various interchangeable toys. Women give their bodies & souls to their relationship (and its offspring), but it isn’t enough. And, what is there to do with such situations? Just keep suffering silently the entire life? Venture out into a highly complex and competitive world solo after 20 years? On and on this went. BTW, I know this is a complicated situation, that I am addressing in a rather singular way, and there are a thousand reasons that partners stray or love expires… though I suspect these reasons fall into a small group of core themes.

Now I am working on clearing all of this from my OWN field, as it has taken on MYTHIC proportions here, like the universe is processing one of its biggest tears through me. (By “tears” I mean “rips,” but tears in the sense of crying — also appropriate!) I feel strongly that our biggest task at this time is to just keep healing these karmas, keep nipping (blessing, healing) negative forms in their buds before they gather too much steam, and keep holding faith in the promise of sacred union between the sexes, and the ultimate healing of humanity and its return to vibrational Oneness with God. We cannot expect the “vibration of Oneness” (or bliss) to do this for us, ie, “I’ll get healed when I’m in heaven.” We have to become heavenly (loving, respectful, considerate, compassionate… including – or especially – to ourselves) in order to merge with that heavenly vibration during these ascension years! Quite the challenge when our egos are reacting and responding to everything in their own primal, self-oriented, and generally rooted-in-fear inclinations.

I will end this by offering a very elementary exercise that can help clear ones’ field of gnarly thoughtforms and other energetic gunk. It involves invoking light and healing from your own soular level, which can be envisioned as a tube with “little earthly you” on one end, and funneling up into the “vast oversoul you” that merges with Source Creator on the other end (imagine the Galactic Center, if you appreciate specificity). Open that tube, or funnel, and draw in the purest whitest energy you can imagine, and scrub yourself out with it, from the bottom up, as often as possible. I’ve done this with my beloved “photon bubbles” mentioned elsewhere in this blog; I’ve also done it igniting mini-explosions in each chakra, sort of like big old box cameras used to do when they took the picture — the “pouf of light,” if you follow. Just play with what feels best/most effective.

After this “cleansing,” it is advisable to invoke a final “whirlwind” of photons down through your field, past your feet, into the earth. The point of this piece is, that “spinning vortex” vacuums up all the “debris” shaken loose, even pulverized, by the first step, and recycles it back into neutral energy that the blessed elementals can come along and recycle into positive new forms! It also doesn’t hurt to finish up with the great and good Violet Flame. The Violet Flame is like the extra wax job on the vehicle that’s been cleansed to a gleaming shine. Search that term if it is new to you; I’m sure you will find a lot of info online.

So… quite a major and meandering gush her. If it speaks to you, I’d be interested in your response or experiences.

Love all… Whitehawk
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Note (from Dorothy): It so happens that I am also an empath, not in the way that Whitehawk is, but rather in the sense that I sometimes literally pick up (feel in my own body) the energies of other people. When I meet people who are highly evolved, especially those who have practiced yoga and meditation and given great attention to their energy bodies (and who are also loving and compassionate), I often sense bliss flowing through my own body. And the reverse is true, if I am placed in close contact with someone with negative feelings such as anger, frustration, hostility and such, I begin to hurt. It has been a lifelong task for me to learn not to be thrown off by chaotic crowds or disturbed persons. On the other hand, I have had some wondrous experiences with groups or persons whose energies vibrate in harmony, for my energies begin to pulse in the same frequency in a most delightful way.

I believe that at the next level, we will all vibrate as one essence, and it will be essential to maintain harmony within the group in every way, lest we together fall into pain and distress. We will work together for we will know that we share a common bond of love. That love will be universal, and will not depend on personal relationships, but will be felt by all for all. (I am not discounting the importance of experiencing such personal relationships here on this planet and on this level of development. Eros (romantic love) can be an extremely powerful teacher, even when the outcome is devastating.)

And here is another synchronicity that happened to an e-mail friend of mine recently. Through FaceBook, he reconnected with a childhood friend who had in fact been his best friend in grade school. They had not been in contact for many years, but when they corresponded they discovered that they both were writers, both were interested in spirituality, and that she was having mysterious tremors in her body. He then revealed to her that he was going through Kundalini awakening, and she realized that a similar process was happening to her.

I find events like this fascinating, and they seem to be happening more and more often to many people. Such events are known to be more common when one is undergoing deep spiritual transformation. It is as if the barriers between soul and soul, psyche and psyche, dissolve, and we are reminded that we are indeed all one.

Yes, the nets are growing tighter, the bonds that connect us all.

Dear Friends,
My computer is doing something very strange. It will not allow me to post a picture, nor change the script below, so I am trying to publish it as is. Sorry about this. Dorothy



The last post talked about Ron Adams and the curious synchronicity that occurred when he e-mailed me soon after I moved back to Boulder and just two days after my internet got connected. In that post, I offered his own description of his Kundalini awakening that occurred in Boulder a few years ago, and I wondered if he had advance knowledge of my return. But no, it was a true synchronicity.

A few days later, Ron mailed me again, and in this letter he asked whether or not I was on Facebook (no, was my answer). But later I was curious as to who with my name was indeed on Facebook, and so I began to check out this question. Somehow I came upon a reference which read, "I had found "Unmasking the Rose" by Dorothy Walters "(in a bookstore.) This phrase had a reference to a certain site (not Facebook) that I turned to, but the page contained no such phrase or reference. Then, somehow, my computer clicked to another page (part of the same internet group) and there was a picture of Ron Adams with the following entry from Ron:

I had a spiritual synchronicity happen today. I posted my story of my kundalini experience over on my Facebook page group, and mentioned Unmasking the Rose by Dorothy Walters. I ended up finding her email address on a blog a couple of day ago and emailed her. She replied today, she has moved back to Boulder, where I do Tarot readings, and just got internet hookup 2 days ago. How's that for timing? I love this stuff! Metaphysics of Business Part 8: Synchronicity Happens.

To me (Dorothy) this latest "coincidence" is especially interesting because the site I located wasn't even Facebook, but one I did not know about.


Here is Ron's self-description on the above site:

What Ron does

I am a professional psychic, writer, and blogtalkradio guest and soon to be host. My main two goals at this present time are publishing my writings, and gathering clients for the Sacred Wheel of Fortune ceremony.

What Ron does best

Tarot readings and my Sacred Wheel of Fortune ceremony are what I do best with my clients. I speak, write and teach about the metaphysical arts, western magick, mayan calendar, learning tarot, developing your psychic abilities, and give abundance workshops.

What does Ron need?


Well I am doing pretty well this summer with clients, and one thing that helped was asking for their emails after a tarot session and shoot them out a reminder about what we talked about. Now what I need is to publish my manuscripts, being that I am a writer too.
I am creating more clients for my larger Sacred Wheel of Fortune ceremony.

Education

High School graduate of F. J. Reitz High School in Evansville, Indiana. Went to Colorado University at Boulder for 3 1/2 years, studying Public Relations and Sociology.

Experience

I've read tarot cards for over 32 years. Working on Mile High Psychics, Psychic Friends Network, and now on American Association of Professional Psychics. I've read at Boulder bookstores: The Emerald Rose, The Delphic Oracle, the Mandala, and also the Mystic Rose.
And there is more about Ron on Facebook. He has had a very interesting life journey, investigating many esoteric realms and applying his knowledge to his Tarot and psychic readings and other areas. On Facebook, you can find out how to contact him if you would like a reading.

I look forward to meeting Ron in person.

When I first arrived Boulder last month, I had considerable trouble getting my internet connection set up. Finally, it was working, and two days later, I received the following e-mail from Ron Adams, whose picture appears above: