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Monday, 1 July 2019

Inner Shaman Adventures - Cacao Ceremony 21

I sent out a call to family and friends and they answered. On the due date of our second baby, my birthday, I chose to bring love in its physical form to my house, our home. My sister arrived on the Friday night and friends came the next day. We travelled and met in Bushy Park and started the process of returning to Old Mother Cacao.

Within the circle of trees, with a beautiful canopy to protect us, we created space, a circle representing the rhythms of life. As we smudged, hugged and spoke our intentions, we connected and communed, opening our hearts and lives to one another.

My intention was to create the space for fertility to blossom within me, naturally. Despite the myriad tests, vials of blood and urine, discussions with Doctors, there is a need to find a bloom within me that is beyond science.

As I lay down, I wondered how it had been so long for me to lie in nature again, to be with Old Mother, as she allowed me to listen to what my heart truly has to say. I saw the pattern of the leaves against the sky and soon closed my eyes as the warmth of cacao enveloped me.

She was there.

She came to me and looked me up and down.

  'What a mess, my darling. Look at you.'

She very carefully blew mapacho at my whole body. She then excavated each chakra and took out rotten cores - putrid, smelly, and scraped out what was no longer of use. Each area was cleared and cleaned and then the gaping holes were filled with mapacho and cacao. I stood in front of her allowing myself to be eviscerated and throughout she says to me, 'Where have you been? What have you been doing to yourself?'

I looked down at myself - my core now filled with cacao, splattered all over me, daubed brown, dripping, bitter tasting, I could feel the medicine at work, at play. The medicine carousing in my blood stream.

Humbled, I realised how far I had come from the natural world, how my journey had strayed from the Old Mother and her powerful teachings.

  'To be fertile means to be creative. You are restricting your creativity, if this cannot flow then fertile ground cannot remain.

  How often are you writing, my darling?'

I had picked up food instead of the pen and had been mashing, pulverising, blending, whisking, chopping and kneading on a regular basis - recipes that take hours to create and minutes to destroy.

  'It's not enough, you need your words. Your language is your most fundamental mode of creative expression but you do not take the time to sit and allow creative forces to arrive.'

I understood. Somehow, I had let writing and cacao take a back seat as other, more seemingly pressing areas seemed to take precedent. I knew I needed to allow creativity to flow back in my veins.'

She berated me, 'Darling, being in ceremony, being with me in this way, is a part of your journey so you can share the light with others and they can find their own truth. Share me, be a part of me, hold me in ceremony for others. Do not turn away from me, I'm also a part of your journey towards truth. Do you not remember what Aya said? You have been initiated. It is time. People will come.'

I nodded. I knew that I need to hold space for cacao to do her work for others, that the planet needed this more than ever as we face evermore destructive forces.

  'Try not to force life. Life will happen in the way that it is meant. If you have or do not have children, your creativeness is your fertility. Your round belly is a source of life, not just for children but for all birth.'

I picked the card, 'Intensity', 'You have not to be a follower, an imitator. You have to be an original individual; you have to find your innermost core on your own, with no guide, no guiding scriptures. It is a dark night but with the intense fire of inquiry you are bound to come to the sunrise.'

To do that I need to follow my heart, to allow my creative forces to arise from within and be allowed expression.

Aho.


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Friday, 22 June 2018

Loss - Blog Post


*****WARNING Long blog post***** 
 I knew that I couldn't wait to see you but not like this. I was expecting contractions but not so soon. I was expecting to hold you in my arms not scoop your remains. I was expecting to hear you cry, not to be flooded in my own tears. I was expecting my heart to burst open not to become heartbroken. I was expecting to announce your arrival, not your departure. I was expecting to bring in your life, not usher your death.

And now I have no further expectations because you are no longer here.  

After seeing your heartbeat flickering on the screen and the sonographer saying you were looking healthy and well at 8 weeks and 2 days. We were so excited seeing your little head and body, with everything in the right place and all was as well as could be expected. My husband and I squeezed hands and felt tears slide down our faces as we dreamed of the day we would have you in our arms. 

I was in wonder as in my fertile soil, you germinated. You were just a tiny poppy seed when I knew you had chosen to use my womb to slowly form, develop and grow. I felt I was nutritious, rich and ready to support your fledgling life. And whilst the outside elements ravage - leaving me on my knees and retching, battered to exhaustion, I heard the call to motherhood and she was singing my name.  

I mixed matter, mineral, gas and liquid to help you grow. I was your home and supply, your carrier and vehicle for your soul to create your body. And in doing so, I drew a boundary around myself and cocooned, allowing life to care for me and you in our process of transforming and becoming. I snuggled, lay and forgot the outside world whilst I pondered on how life reflects life reflects life and how my microcosm helped me to understand mother nature's struggle, pain and joy of birth.  

Once just a field, I had felt my curves become hills and sensitivity heighten. I could feel even the tiniest organisms trace my skin and grace my soil. My growth into a hill felt like it could become out of control and be possible for me to become a mountain or volcano as deep earthquakes within relentlessly pushed me to spread and expand, to breach any limitations I previously assumed about myself - physically, mentally and emotionally. I felt myself become softer, stronger, powerful and wide enough to hold enough love to transcend our microcosm and fill the universes. I felt I had become a servant of mother earth, acquiescing to her constant creative process.  

And you allowed this, my dear seed. You gave me a gift that no other has and for that I will be eternally grateful.  
  
I was so nauseous at the time of the scan, it was the first time I had left my bed in two days. Thereafter I stayed in bed for a further three. Little did I know the day I went back to work your healthy little flickering heart stopped.  

Still.  

I had no idea. I still kept you inside and for as long as you were in me, my body still believed it was pregnant. I couldn't wait to see your precious little life on the screen at my 12 weeks scan. I couldn't wait to broadcast your arrival to the world. I had read every website that detailed your progress and the effects your being would have on my body. I whispered and sang to you, made promises and wishes, I told you stories of the family you would grow into and the world we wanted to create with you.  

The day before the scan I was at work and just about to go into a meeting. I went to the toilet to find spotting on my knickers. I took a photo and sent it to him. In our fear, we both frantically Googled what it could mean and then placated each other, 'It could mean the placenta is embedding.'  
  'It's just spotting and dark red, so it could be just old blood as the baby is shifting...'  
  'It says on this site that lots of women experience spotting, I am sure it's fine.'  
  'We've got the scan tomorrow and everything will be alright.'   
  'You don't feel any cramping or pain so that's a good sign.' 

I have no idea what I spoke about at the meeting. 

The morning of the scan I had no energy for work and stayed home and rested until we needed to leave. We arrived at the maternity unit, swarmed by heavily pregnant women waddling with life and we waited to be called in. The sonographer asked if I had experienced any bleeding and soon tears filled my eyes as I recounted the spotting I saw yesterday, but then I wanted to be hopeful as I recounted all the pregnancy symptoms I continually kept experiencing. 

She pressed the scanner into my belly hard and moved around quickly and efficiently. She said the baby didn't look the right size for twelve weeks but that she was going to look for a heartbeat. After a short pause, she said she couldn't see a heartbeat and asked if I would mind her scanning the child internally just to check if it had been missed. In minutes, she was scanning again and broke my heart with just a few words, 'I'm sorry, there's no heartbeat.' Another nurse came in to confirm the prognosis and I felt my head spin.  

We were ushered into a room, too tiny to be comfortable, and then taken six floors to a nurse who spoke to me about my options of types of miscarriages. 

In my head, very loudly, I was saying, 'I don't want the option of a type of miscarriage. I want my baby, I want pregnancy, I want motherhood and all the heaven and hell that entails. I want my promised future that I was given after seeing my Poppy's heartbeat. I want the plans I have created and those conversations with my husband and family, talking about the new changes life is about to bring. Poppy is due at Christmas time and would be the best present I would ever have been given. STOP TALKING TO ME ABOUT MISCARRIAGE.' 

All I said was, 'I want to go home.' 

That night we informed everyone and then curled into each other in a pool of tears and words. We shared our feelings, held each other and delved deeper into the sense of shock, pain, sadness and a deep sense of injustice. We received stories of how others had also gone through this, we received texts of love and heartfelt wishes of support and concern. I would move from finding solace in humour, philosophy, spirituality to howling with a deepest sense of grief that was creating the deepest fissures in my heart, feeling lost and unhinged with nowhere to cling to. 

And I heard Ayahuasca call and remind me, so I looked for my diary and read, and again learned about surrender and how it is the only way to process this experience we go through. I was reminded how surrender is the only way I can make sense of something so insensible. And I read further about death, how it is the sternest, most persistent and patient teacher there is and how grief is medicine for the soul. That every soul has its own journey and we never ever have control over anything or anyone. Everything in our lifetime is temporary, all of this will pass, and I just need to keep observing, observing, observing and find equanimity in it all.   

Goodbye Poppy. May your journey take you to a place where you find real happiness, may you be free from suffering, may you experience real peace, real harmony, and take you on the path of liberation, my love.  

I will always be your mama in my heart and if you ever want to return to me, I will be waiting. 




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Sunday, 19 November 2017

Inner Shaman Adventures - Cacao Ceremony 20


In the summer, fresh from her Cacao Shamanista training, my oldest friend agreed to hold a cacao ceremony on magical Wimbledon Common. There were 4 of us and I was blessed to have a deep connection with all of the participants there as well as the common, one of my most favourite places on this earth.

We walked and found a small enclosed area in the woods and set up the space to drink.

My intention was to decide whether to leave my lovely home in Wimbledon and the heart space I had created for myself - my place of self-healing and sanctuary in a place that resonated with my need for urban and country. We were being offered a choice to live in two rooms in a shared space in Wimbledon or to move to our new home further outside of London where space, privacy and peace abounded.

I pulled the card, ‘Transformation’ and instantly I knew what my decision was as I could see how this new change, the next phase of my life, could be a perfect step on my path.

We lay down to journey and Old Mother Cacao came and sat beside me.

  ‘Darling, the time has come. You are entering the field of relationship on a deeper level. You need a place to root down so you can healthily blossom in love.’

I watched her as she sat there composed, she inhaled her mapacho, studying my situation in detail.

  ‘You have been waiting for this, aching for it.’

I realised the waiting for the perfect place, and the indecisiveness of my flatmate held its own perfect pattern. Nothing is done by accident on this planet and my frustrations with how I felt things should be rather than how they are melted away.’

  ‘In your new home you will be in the perfect place to create sanctuary for people. You will support, heal and comfort others on their path when they enter your home. In this space you will find peace – no more constant traffic outside your window shaking your vibration constantly. Remember what Ayahuasca told you about the constant interruptions to your energy fields.’

I remember seeing my auric field being constantly impacted by the unwanted noise and how Aya had told me I would become sick if I was constantly subjected to this sound pollution.

I saw my future as we grew as a family and how the extra people in my life would open me up to new and wonderful experiences.

  ‘You will expand in love and many people will pass through your doors and feel all the better for it.’

After a while, she looked at me and stated to me that it is time to start working with her to heal others. She stated it is my path to work with her as an equal and support those who need to find answers like I do as well.

  ‘You are ready my darling, it is time to learn from me in a new way. Use me regularly and let me show your new path will unfold.’


When we came out of the journey I pulled the card, ‘The Lovers’. I realised that a new path to help me refine my reserves of compassion was about to begin.



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Sunday, 4 June 2017

Inner Shaman Adventures: Jaguar - Love in Motion


What I saw was love in motion.

I watched him fight against the separation of body and spirit that would signify the end of his earthly visit as he recoiled from the touch of chimeric oblivion. I watched him desperately clinging to his experience of the tangible and substantial.

His physical attachment a Stockholm syndrome - he had forgotten about the oneness he had left when he was brought onto this earth, and I knew he was scared to return. I could see his body had become a captor that was slowly poisoning him, pumping toxic blood to his brain, preventing clarity and impeding peace.

I whispered to him that he was safe, that it was okay to surrender, yet his eyes hardened and ceaselessly he dragged his body to hard surfaces and sharp edges, to sensation and emissions. Stubbornly he lugged his frame from the fringes of unconsciousness and would start his ceaseless, pointless, journey through the house – every room entered, every sensation carelessly experienced. He could no longer tell me to be silent, for he himself was mute, unable to respond.

I watched his fading light struggle against the shadow of death.

This was his final lesson.

Oh Jaguar, I asked you to allow the fear of death to fall from my eyes. You gave me a teacher so profound. The more I watched his senseless struggle the more I realised the importance of surrender. The more I saw his ignorance, the greater I grew in wisdom. The more I saw his fear, the more I understood love.

What I saw was love in motion.

I watched her as she keenly observed every move, interpreted every action so she could predict his needs and wants. She would follow his fingers, arms, legs, face and examine his unseeing eyes for any communication so she could serve, protect and care for him in any way he needed.

Her heart grew and expanded to encapsulate and keep warm. Her love melded and merged, was unconditional in patience as she waded through the shit and urine that continuously emerged. She navigated the dank, dark, interminably stinking endlessness to her days. The sun rose and fell yet she remained constant – consistently caring for the near-corpse that haunted the house and continued to relentlessly breathe in confusion.  

Her continued acceptance of his decline and ability to get up another day after the struggle throughout the night. She fielded calls, visits, medication, decisions and the unknown and balanced uncertainty. Protecting the life he has but knowing there is no quality in it left her with a continual push and pull of indecision, yet she persevered and had no regard for herself as she invested her all.

This is another one of her lessons.

Oh Jaguar, I asked you to show me the way of peace. You gave me a teacher so profound. The more I watched her tears fall in sadness the more I realised the importance of detachment. The more I saw her devotion, the greater I grew in peace. The more I saw her fear, the more I understood love.

What I saw was pure love.


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Saturday, 6 June 2015

B- Part 3 - Story

Part 1: B- Part 1
Part 2: B- Part 2

Kairo and I make every effort to nurse the children's exhaustion and weakness. After many days they look healthy and we start to talk and get to know each other. We learn to understand the other's disposition and friendships form. We cook, laugh and explore the village as a family.

Kairo and I watch Sadie, Heal, Buiy and Fah grow.

The school accepts Sadie and Heal and they start their studies. When they arrive home they tell us about their day. I listen attentively to their words, happy that they enjoy their school and other pupils.  Buiy and Fah enjoy the delights of the village also and play with the children during the day. The heat does not bother them so Kairo and I take turns to teach, sometimes we draw together or recite poetry. Buiy and Fah look forward to the arrival of their brother and sister, they show them their drawings or sing songs for them. When I sit outside, sometimes I hear Buiy's high and melodious voice float past. I let the tune encourage love within me. I send him good thoughts, thank God for his beautiful voice and sink gently into a doze.

In the evening, we gather our food and make dinner together. A knock is heard at the door, Heal opens the door, and Simta enters the room. Kairo asks Simta if he would like to join us for dinner, he accepts and we sit at the table together. Kairo shares the rice, taking care to give our guest the largest portion. I glance at Simta and think, 'Simta looks unhealthy and his skin is changing colour.' His deep brown skin is fading and a yellow cast glimmers in its place. Sadie talks to Heal about school, her eyes full of interest when Heal mentions some of the people in his class. Heal's hands move about in a deliberate manner, careful not to knock the dishes on the table. His face lights up with a smile when he recalls an event that has happened, though usually his features settle in a contemplative manner. Buiy and Fah eat quickly, proud of the food that lies before them. Buiy tells Simta about the dinner, he tells him that he is in charge of buying the best ingredients. Simta feigns admiration which encourages Buiy to talk more.

Once Kairo sits, Simta transfers his attention to him. Simta is a chemist. He talks about his shop, commenting on the need for it within the community and the satisfaction he receives each day, safe in the knowledge he helps everybody who enters. He tells everyone that Heal's teachers are keen to further the boy's talents. The teachers have conversed with Simta about Heal's ability, they are impressed by his intellect. Heal modestly averts his eyes and looks at his dinner. Simta asks him to look up, which he does, and Simta says, 'Do not be ashamed of your intelligence, Heal.' Heal shakes his head and says nothing. We carry on with our dinner and chat about the village and its life.

As soon as the children leave the table, Simta sips his tea and his expression changes. He explains to me and Kairo that he is in need of another assistant. 'Heal's talents in science and maths will be valuable in the shop. He could help with the accounts, give advice to those who buy medicine or have an ailment. The teachers agree that it would benefit him should he decide to study medicine.' Kairo and I look at one another and I say, 'Kairo and I need to discuss this with Heal.' Simta shakes his head, 'I understand. I know Heal is of a sensible disposition.' Simta mentions that he often catches Heal reading when the other children play and that he is able in the art of conversation with his elders. He adds that he will pay the boy a wage for his duties. Simta drinks his tea and says goodbye.

We sit together and talk about Heal. We both agree we will allow Heal to decide and that we will stand by his decision. Kairo puts his arm around my shoulder and I rest my head on his chest. We sit in silence. I am content to sit here and be with Kairo. I listen to his heartbeat, his breath gently caresses my wiry hair, his body warm against mine. I squeeze Kairo's arm in an affectionate manner and tell him that I love him. He embraces my shoulder in reply and I smile. I feel lucky to be alive and able to love my husband and the children. Kairo senses my thoughts and voices the doubt I do not wish to address, 'If only we weren't so old!' My smile fades. I know there is nothing we can do about time. Like the watch, we are only more evidence of its infallibility. 


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Wednesday, 3 June 2015

B- Part 2 - Story


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After breakfast, Kairo takes the boys out to the village to collect a little food. I ask Sadie to sit by me and we start to talk. I wonder if my memory is failing, she looks smaller and much younger than last night. Sadie sits with her ankles and knees close together, her long thin arms settle on her knees. She tells me about her family. They are from P-, a town many kilometers away. Her mother, a woman famed for her beauty, suffered from a disease that took away her strength and left her lying in bed, unable to talk or move, waiting for death. There was no other family to help. Years ago, their father told them that he would be away for a while searching for work, but he never returned. Their only other living family was their father's sister who flatly refused to take the children into her small house in addition to her own family. The children had nobody and nothing.

She said that her mother was dying, she said that the people of P- talked of splitting the family apart. They believe that young children should have a stable home, so decided that the two youngest children, Buiy and Fah, should move out of town and live with a rich merchant and his wife who had no children. The people of P- were told that this couple had money, big rooms, even servants who could tame snakes and speak to birds. But, Sadie had heard that the wife was mean, that she would walk about town looking down on the poorer folk. She would step on the toes of beggars and then shout at them for their rudeness. Sadie knew that her brothers would be unhappy there, or worse, would become like the evil rich merchant. She felt that she had to do something.

The elders of the town would visit the dying woman at her bedside, reassuring her that her children would be safely cared for, but when Sadie was alone with her mother, her eyes would look sad. Orphans had no rights in P-, so the town did what they thought would be best, despite protests from Sadie and Heal.

Sadie had known she and her brothers could not stay. While the light was fading in her mother's eyes it grew boldly in Sadie's. For though she was only fifteen, she would sit by her mother and confidently assure her that her brothers would grow to be fine young men. It became a mantra for Sadie and a glimmer of hope for her mother until hope wasn't enough to sustain her strength and life decided to find another body to fill. Sadie saw life leave and float away. She kissed her mother, closed her eyes and called for her brothers. Sadie told them that they were going away, Heal understood but Buiy and Fah were too young to understand. They collected a few items, some clothes, a little food, money their mother kept under the bed and a scarf, which held traces of her smell.

Sadie closed the shutters but left the door open, certain that someone would visit and find their mother. They all knew the roads and paths surrounding P- and with heavy hearts,  found the safest and easiest exit.

Sadie tells me about their journey and how the days turned into weeks. By day they would move from town to village, begging for food and water. Sometimes the would find shelter, other times they would sleep under the stars. Buiy and Fah struggled to keep their strength. Sometimes Heal and Sadie would carry them, praying silently that God and their mother would protect them.

One early afternoon Sadie watched her brother under the shade of a large tree. With their energy gone, they lay down on the the dirt, closed their eyes and drifted into realms of safety, security and peace. She watched their faces relax under the caked dirt on their skin. Their clothes were in tatters, their feet red and swollen and stomachs empty. Sadie had tears in her eyes when she thought of their situation and of their mother dying, at last her resolved wavered. Once the tears formed, she wept silently and furiously. In the burning heat, the tears dried almost instantly. This increased Sadie's frustration as she was so tired. At last she too lay down and slept.

Sadie speaks, 'That afternoon I dreamt of my mother. We were by a river, she was on one side and I was on the other. I tried to get across the river but my mother just kept smiling and nodding her head. This sign was so familiar to me, I knew she was saying no, that she did not want me to cross the river. She pointed left, so I looked and saw a fire built beside the river. My brothers were sitting beside it, feeling the warmth of the flames. They saw me and took my hand, I turned my head and my eyes searched for my mother across the river but she had disappeared. Behind the the fire was a path, further along there was a forest. In this forest there were fruits, animals, plants and lots of trees, the noise was deafening but the pathway was strangely clear. A snake was hanging off one of the branches and as I walked forward its head jerked towards me and bit my forehead, just a nip. The snake looked right into my eyes and then settled itself on the branch. I could feel its eyes watching me as we walked on. I woke up, the heat did not seem too bad. My brothers were still asleep so I gently woke Heal and told him to wait while I explored the next village. He shook his head in agreement and drifted off to sleep.'

She continued, 'I got up, entered the village and heard music. Lots of people of many ages were banging on drums and singing. Some young girls were dancing in a circle, their arms floating in the air, joining hands above the shoulders and then by their waists. Their feet were involved in an intricate pattern that kept in time to the music. Suddenly, a woman dressed in red tiptoed up to the girls and they surrounded her, adjusting her headdress and whispering in her ear. The woman in red kept her eyes lowered at all times but she was the most beautiful person I had ever seen. For a moment, I wanted to be that woman. Her hair was delicately woven with ribbon, her dress looked like it was made from the finest silk with tiny scenes of love embroidered at the hem of her skirt and her beauty overshadowed anyone who went near her. Her skin was smooth, her jewellery and smile gleamed and everyone cast approving glances at her. The smell of food drifted from the surrounding huts and made my stomach growl, it brought me back to reality.

'I walked up to the crowd and spoke to a woman near the musicians. I asked her what was happening and she said that a marriage would be taking place next weekend, today began the festivities. The daughter of the most respectable family in R- had come of age, the marriage between the couple was a love union which meant good fortune for both families.  I asked her how old the woman was and she told me that she and her husband-to-be were thirty, as is the custom of R- and its surrounding towns and villages. I asked if there was any food I could have for my brothers, she said nobody would go hungry that week. The family paid for the whole community to celebrate this joyful occasion. She said that we were welcome to stay in her barn while the festivities were taking place. I thanked this woman for her kindness and promised to return with my brothers.

'I ran back as quickly as I could. My brothers were awake sitting quietly under the tree like tiny Buddhas. We soon left, had our fill of food, talked to the locals and moved into the barn. For the whole week we slept, ate, laughed and washed, the boys looked healthier and I felt sure of my decision to leave P-. On the last night, I spoke to an old woman. I did not tell her too many details of our life but did ask her if she knew someone that could help us. She suggested you.' Sadie looks up at me and I feel a pang of pain within me.

Sadie says, 'You became my guiding light. B- was fifty kilometres further on and the sun seemed to become hotter and brighter the longer we travelled, burning the soil beneath our toes. The woman had told me that you were well known for helping foreigners and that you could help with accommodation, food and water. The afternoons got hotter and the nights, colder. We would huddle together to create some heat but it was no use. We walked faster and faster each day towards your home, hoping that you would help.'

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