During the Level 1 today some new ideas came. Here are a some of them.
Dolphin and water birthing
Talking about shock and orange. The cutting of the umbilical cord is a level of shock we have nearly all experienced.In recent years new ways to give birth have appeared. Water births, where the baby emerges into water, where there is time for the orange placenta letting go process to occur before the cord is tied could be a B33 Dolphin experience. It is worth noting that the Royal blue could be the retnetion of connection with the 0 spiritual world. Also that B33 is in the same sphere of Tree of Life as Sanat Kumara which is both the coral master (healing or bypassing intense shock) and also the master that has a resonance with the universal Father Mother Principle. if we are less shocked at birth perhaps we can keep this more universal connection.
Royal Blue / Orange
This combination came to my mind today. It does not exist but it would be a fascinating combination. A shamanic resonance. Stepping into the etheric body and entering the spiritual domain. I remember i heard many years ago the question to ask of a Shaman is “When did you die?” It is the near-death crisis – whether fever or the like – that precipitates the potential Shaman into another realm. If he / she manages to return they have a gift that benefits the whole tribe. Joseph Campbell wrote a lot about this.
It is perhaps in my mind because i am in Colombia and the Shamanic tradition remains vital here. A friend of mine here has been on such journeys accompanied by a master Shaman. In addition, I am using B0 myself at present. For about three weeks now i have been occupied with this subject of the spiritual dimension. It is for this reason that i have not been writing much recently, i am in a different kind of space. Maybe one day i will find the words to share more …
El Dorado
Being back in Colombia i visited the museum of golden objects this time. There is so much gold. It was mostly shaped to be worn: as nose rings, as arm bands, as head-dresses and breast plates. El Dorado was not a myth – it was a reality!
It is speaking of Shamans that i am reminded of this now because i saw that the chest plates usually have a shape similar to our modern heart symbol. I learned however that in their culture the curves at the top of the symbolise not the heart but the wings of a bird. Ancient Colombians lived on, and cared for, the earth, but their heart was connected to the freedom of spirit which the birds’ gift of flight represents. A shaman would have the experience of flight in his orange etheric body as he entered their sacred rituals.
Golden bird at chest with heart shaped wings.
Healing Crisis
I have had a very strong cough for about two weeks now. While it seems less on my chest now it remains, and the time it becomes absolutely acute is when i get to class. And absolutely most of all in the Blue Globe meditation. Just about every sentence is a crisis expressed as the sentence “Will I finish my sentence without surrendering to a terrible cough?” I have found that the only thing that helps me is to relax deeper – to speak from the star in my tummy. This cough is an amazing teacher.I wonder if it is connected to the smashed B50 which occured during my previous visit here two months ago. I promised to write about it – perhaps i should. …
Pale blue bottle but an orange bowl i notice now! Complementary colours.
PS
I will be 50 on Tuesday and i have been told that i was born with the umbilical cord around my throat. Perhaps this is the opportunity to transcend this energetic trauma?
PPS
The image of gold from the museum came from a very nice blog post with more pictures and a great backing song. To visit and and experience it the link is http://thelatorrefamily.blogspot.com/2009/12/el-museo-del-oro.html
I was very interested in the Bottle 50 that smashed.
There is something about the blue that communicates to us in this way, the energy of its response too great to be confined in a bottle. I wonder what you were questioning at the time.
A few years ago, when I had assembled quite a good collection of Aura-Soma bottles, I was concerned about the whole matter of Angels. Some people believed in them so fervently but I found it hard to believe. I had had very few special other world experiences, the most stunning being when my cousin died in Australia and, before I knew of this, I saw at night a luminous blue patch of light on the ceiling and I remember saying “Who is it? I am not afraid!”]
Anyway, in my perplexity, I asked the Angels to give me a sign as I felt that I could not go on without some sort of proof.
One Sunday morning, Pete and I went out to breakfast in a nearby cafe. When we returned, two bottles had exploded: Bottle 37, Violet over Blue, The Guardian Angel Comes to Earth, and Bottle 44, Lilac over Pale Blue, The Guardian Angel! It forced a rather rueful smile out of me as I cleared up the bluey glassy mess. My chest of drawers still bears the blue scar just to remind me.