“Have a wonderful trip, I’ll be sending froggy prayers your way, hope you don’t die and end up in seventh heaven.” Sharky said, helping me carry my luggage to the car early Saturday morning.
“Naaa don’t worry, I’ve already died haha – actually it was just yesterday that an old journal fell open to a note saying – “remember that you died” (strange note to come across, I believe it was referring to a guided death meditation), so been-there-done-that I’m not too worried…. Also I’m pretty sure it wouldn’t be Seventh heaven, it would be Eighth heaven. At least that’s the case for the game – I’ve been noticing Eights EVERYWHERE lately – all of a sudden it’s moving from the seventh level into the eighth level… not exactly sure what that means… It has been the seventh level for quite some time now – many years.
“Maybe it means that you’ve been doing it on your own this whole time, and now you will have support… now you will have training.”
Thanks Sharky – my favorite undercover sage buddy.
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The drive was wild, as they all are when my energy is on high, so many messages flying down the highway, such excitement, a new gateway. The opening of a whole new book.
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Those of us who have found ourselves here have all found familiarities in each other’s faces and laughter, dejavu’s of the mountain views from this house of dreams. Looking out over the sunset the first night here, I had my last ceremonial tobacco in the form of a rolled cigarette, a friend on the deck below played a double flute (this has it’s significance in my personal story), and a sparrow flew inside the house before bedtime. Over breakfast we happened on the topic of relationships, and before I could mention the Mastery of Love, my new study buddy walks into the conversation holding – take a guess – The Mastery of Love. So good when this happens. Working with mapacho on the first day, I felt a little bit of a nicotine craving and I noticed it burning off kilter, I corrected it in myself and it burned smoothly and evenly. I went to sing on the deck, a huge raven sang with me. Now we are planning motorcycle trips, a camping ceremony at Shasta, and who knows what’s next 🙂
