Gold Tara as Dancing Shiva

As I was watching the Golden Tara - she became Lord Shiva dancing.
'I am all'
And - funnily enough - the name for this being is 'Nataraja' - here are a few links from Wiki

and from Lotus Sculpture.

Did I tell you that 'tara' gave me a white egg in my solar plexus on the 22nd of November... When I looked up the symbolism of white eggs - I came across the pagan goddess ostara...

They say its three times lucky. What more stamping and thunder signs do I need to believe?

Well - I did a 'soul mate' meditation - and it revealed itself to be my soul mate - then what? All the pressure I've been feeling around my heart chakra - the squeezing and pressure is my soul mate trying to get my attention...

I posted a variation of this in the spiritualblessings forum -

I did a meditation on soul mates - and - it felt so real. I feel that for some reason - for my development - my soul mate did not reincarnate with me - that it stayed in the spirit world to help me in this life.

As soon as I met the soul - it was just like the visions I've been having of the Gold Tara - it 'merged' with me, danced around me - my heart almost died from the pressure - and it 'was' me - in some way - and then I asked 'why' did it say behind - and it was to help me in this life - to push me, because I needed it. It gave me a white rose - and a cloak of protection (love).

And I think wow - I've always felt so alone - and yet I realise that I'm here to learn independance - and now - I see/feel that she's 'there' for me any time - that I'm not alone - that we are one - and it is with her I can share my true self with.

Ostara and Snakes Just as Tara and Nataraja are also associated with snakes - birth, renewal, spring, balance, the ability to live in the dark and in the light - just wow...

Energy from trees

My family here – my parents, were about to cut down a palm tree. They don’t want them there. I have an instinctive dislike of this chopping – and since I have awakened my sensitivity – its harder to deal with – I feel almost like its murder.

So, I turned my face up and asked my guides – who ever would like to answer me, what could I do to help?

They said – and yes it sounds crazy, and yes I did it… ‘go and put your hands on the tree. Explain what is going to happen – give it a change to shift its energy and with draw itself.’

I went and stood by the tree – and did what I was told. Nothing happened – that I felt – and after a minute or so – I suddenly felt this large pulse of energy come streaming into my hands and forearms. I directed the tree to send it down into the earth – to finish its draining.

At least I felt better. The tree is no longer there…

Meditations for Negative Thoughts

Meditation for souls as one – in action

This meditation came out of ‘nowhere’ – one of those moments when I sent up a prayer to ‘anyone’ who could help me with the moment.

A friend of the family came over and refused to eat with us because there was no meat in the house – and I felt a surge of ‘what?’ and incomprehension, and immediately I sent up my prayer before I started to criticism him internally, let a lone externally.

‘Feel your centre.’ (for me it’s a golden light being)

‘Now imagine that light in him – and indeed, in everyone in the room. Activate it in each of the people present. Imagine that you link this soul light in yourself, and in each of them, with arcs of gold towards them – from the top and the bottom of the light. See it as a circle connecting the two of you – connect to everyone – see the gold light in your minds eye when you talk with them. The rest is illusion. More than that – if you believe in their illusion – then you help create it.’

Wow – so I did what the meditation said – and I the angst fell away. I felt one – and loved him – and could feel us all joining together – all the lights in all the people… and you know what?

He ate with us anyway.

Hope this may help you also.

Love.



Meditation to help with Negative thoughts

This one came to me when I asked specifically for help with suspending negative thinking patterns. I asked my guides to help me deal with them, and other thoughts.

A golden net sinks down around the brain. The net ‘catches’ the brain – and gently lifts upwards – the brain feels lighter, disconnected to the body – unreal – and this is one of the techniques that has helped me the most – the brain still works – but it is a tool for me – not an instrument of torture.
Blessings and I hope you may be helped also with this meditation.

Be as Still as the Lake

Guides

I have recently begun doing meditation with my guides and learning to contact them – and I feel that they are not ‘mine’ at all – but everyone’s…

The most powerful impression I’ve had so far was after visiting a temple of meditation – and a man came to me – he seemed from India – but not – and it was before the Vedic stage – hence my new interest in pre Vedic religion – and he was kind and warm eyed – and I don’t know his name.
I asked for advice – and he showed me a lake. He said thoughts were like ripplets upon the lake – and my aim was to have the lake as still as can be.

Now I have heard this advice, even read it many times before. Possibly I’ve even used the metaphor myself, however, it was nothing like seeing it like this.

I understood it within my body. I saw the thoughts rise up, I saw that I could not see clearly if I was up set, or ruled by emotion, or thinking at all – as soon as my thinking suspends, then I am still, calm – and a mirror for what is – and from there – there is the ability to see clearly, to be a clean channel for divine light – and what ever else is in store for us on the other side.

But until I am a still lake – …

That’s my aim at the moment – to be. To be one – with no disturbance… As soon as I begin this ‘aim’ – I notice the effect everything has upon me… The coffee races my heart – the television hurts my head – negativity from people around me pound my walls – and then I see why there are so many restrictions around meditation.

They are in effect guidelines, helping tools – but we make them ‘rules’ to die for.
The purpose is stillness – at this stage – and how you get there is your business. Its not for others to insist any way. You need to feel it for yourself. Or go to a sensitive teacher who can help you sincerely.

The other things I had a little tantrum about – while I was meeting with a group of guides – was that sometimes I feel like I don’t have proof. I don’t feel sure of myself. Nothing is manifest – and I felt a little rebuke…

They reminded me of another moment in time – when I was in deep despair – and I asked please, please let me know I’m not crazy – help me to feel you somewhere or see you…. And the answer was a ‘squeeze’ around my heart. It squeezed until I was quite sure – since then I’ve been able to feel my heart at all times. I can feel its beat all the time – as a reminder of my existence and connection to the pulsating energy of the universe.

So – they reminded me of this experience – and if one can blush in the spirit world, then I did – then they reminded me of how sensitive my body was – how I could feel a myriad of movements – and how, with meditation and training – I would be able to feel and live the energy lines of the body and help them to function. I just had to study and be patient and the skills would reveal themselves. So then…

Be as still as a lake…

Lydia

Lydia

After my ‘healing’ session with my friend – I go into a moment of ‘tell me what you want’ and I will just listen.

Today – at the very end of my session – I asked, ‘who is here today, and is there something I need to know?’

The name ‘Lydia’ came to me – and she said she lets me see beauty. She lets me see the colours so intensely, and when I pause to see the rain drops from the green fronds out side, she is with me, encouraging me to view the world of beauty.

I checked what ‘Lydia’ means – on the internet – and lo and behold – ‘beauty and beautiful’ – and the website that came to me also is Labyrinthina. It’s a wonderful story, and full of so much information to share from a mystical woman. Love!

Angel on a horse.

I've been with the image of a steady, waiting 'angel on a horse' for the past three days.

I asked my friends in historum to help me with some symbolism. You can see their responses here.

If you have any ideas on teh subject, please let me know.

When ever I ask for 'help' - the angel appears - I can never see its face. I have no idea of its name. I don't understand anything. I just draw a blank.

Guess what!!?

I just thought, it seems to look like feathers, the wings.. and suddenly I thought, its a chief - I googled image search and found this -

Now, although its not exact - it could be something similar - if the head piece was bigger...

So - he's not an angel!?

ok then - it makes more sense... ?

What happened to me in India

The dirt, the filth, the colours, the music, the praying, the inequality, the food, the traffic!!!

When we visited Jaisalmer, the golden city, we visited a Jain temple. There were ‘holy men’ asking for money inside the temples… there were signs up saying do not give money to the holy men… put it in the box. It was out right hypocrisy… and in the middle of my rage of indignation that they ‘dare to’ pollute the Jain temple with their materialistic desires…. I was suddenly eye to eye with a statue … a statue very typical of the Jains.. and it was peaceful and smiling and I literally heard the message ‘its ok. Don’t worry about that. Don’t let them upset you. Keep your calm. Stay centred. Let it roll off your back without touching you.’ And a feeling of SUCH love and understanding … honestly, it has helped me SO much.

There were moments when I was totally outside of myself and over taken with pure awe. (I feel like I learnt nothing, just to be amazed). We were in Sarnath, where The Buddha was suppose to give his first talk after enlightenment. I didn’t expect anything there, and as we approached one of the main temples, I began to see flashes of a Golden Buddha floating in front of me… and then we entered the temple.. and the REAL statue was almost exactly what I saw in my minds eye… I started to walk towards it and was EMPTY of mind.. just filled with amazement… after some time… I read that they say that the remains of the Buddha are enshrined there… (of course I’m not sure if I believe that, but I certainly felt something amazing… )

I’ve always been a bit against images… and have felt that the statue ‘becomes’ like a ‘god’ to people…. … however, I have experienced something else!

I was in Dharamsala, and entered into one of the temples and suddenly, my eyes fell on the ‘green tara’ – one of the bodhisattvas and I was overcome with love and compassion and something outside of myself….

I read a bit about her, and the Buddhist method of meditating on Buddhist statue images, and felt that all of the qualities of the TARA were embodied in her… in a symbolic way.. something that reached out and touched me beyond ration… purely symbolically…

After I understood the symbolism better, I was able to break down my resistance to many of the deities that we saw in India…

(they are EVERWHERE)

And this leads to the last story…. :D

I was becoming more and more against Hinduism while I was there… all of the different deities, the selfishness in the praying.. the traditions and stupidies that go on in the name of GOD… and in the last place we stayed… in Mallampurum, there was a statue of Ganesh in the garden… every time I went near it I felt warm and peaceful… when I had a bit of time, I went to the statue to feel it, and see what was there… and it was again something welcoming, something positive and loving… It was living in the garden. It seemed absolutely real to me… and alive. And I lost my negatives reactions to the deities of the hindus… and understood the need for each person to find the images and symbols that suit them, and they can respond to….

Thank you India. You gave me so much

This post originally came from World Nomad Journals.

Answering a Vision from Jaisalmer

The Vision

I was sitting in meditation. I was practicing a technique whereby one paints the symbols that they see in their minds eye. One of the visions I saw, and painted, was of a city, ablaze with gold. A desert city. But it was old and something I’ve never seen before. It seemed to be alive, from the inside. There was nothing around it. No greenery. Just white space.

I thought that the vision was symbolic. I tried to think about what the vision could mean. I didn’t see it again and after some time, I forgot about seeing it.

When Albert was planning our trip to India, he often showed me pictures of different places. One of the photos he showed me was of

a golden city.

It wasn’t until later that same night that the image popped up in my mind again, and made me think about it. It seemed familiar. And just like that, I remembered. I started digging through old folders trying to find the painting.

It wasn’t identical, but it was pretty close. I started to do a bit of research on the area, trying to figure out what was special about a place that called to me from two years earlier.

I read about the Jains. I read about the city being just about abandoned because the old trek across the desert that livened the place up, was replaced by a more modern route. Jaisalmer was a well placed resting spot. It grew in wealth by taxing the caravans passing through.

It was the

Jains that interested me. They say its one of the oldest religions in the world, and they are strict vegetarians with non-violence as one of their main dictates. Of course, there are a few that go to extremes, like all religions, but generally, I liked what I read.

The Reality

We arrived in Jaisalmer in the early morning. We were staying at The Fifu Guest House for four days. We had a suite and I remember the stay as particularly restful and rejuvenating. I was still suffering from stomach problems and could only eat porridge and toast. The mention of Chai had my stomach clenching in negation.

On the second day, we visited the

Jain temples. There were quite a few people around. Foreigners and Indians alike. I was expecting to see another set of prettily carved statues.

Albert and I had already discussed the possibility of me being slightly disappointed in the city. It’s a special place, but for me, it was a bit dead and obviously painted up like a old call girl to get the new trade in. The city, like Venice, seemed alive only for the tourists to ohh and ahh. Its not necessarily a place that sold itself to me immediately.

And then we entered one of the two main temples. And I saw figures, resembling typical Buddhist meditational pose, but obviously different. I was transfixed. There was a stillness in the face, a smile, a knowledge. Some Brahmin ‘holy’ men came to talk with us about money and donations. There were signs saying ‘Please do not give the holy men money. Put it into the donation box.’ I was standing in absolute awe of the special atmosphere in the temple, and these ‘holy’ men were giving me photo tips for the special price of 10 rupees, and by the way, have you got a pen, or maybe a lipstick for my daughter, she collects them.

Pause while I practice my OMM.

I felt outrage building up. The idea that so called holy men were going to ruin my experience of the ‘sacred’ had, needless to say, my back up. And I looked beyond the man and looked into the face of one of the main statues, and I heard distinctly ‘Don’t worry about it. Don’t let them disturb you. Come in and be here. Welcome. We are here for always, but these men will come and go. The softness in your heart is always there. Don’t let yourself be caught up in it.’ (or something very like this) And the words were accompanied by the most warm, gentle smile. A knowledge that knew no bounds. An understanding that was beyond my comprehension. Compassion for my small woe. And it just glowed from out of the centre of that temple.

I wasn’t concerned with the holy men any more. We wondered around at our leisure, and when the men asked for money, I felt the same smile on my face. It didn’t matter.

Since we left, the face of the smiling Jain has appeared before me in situations where I lose my cool. Where I start to judge and get upset at silly and inconstant things.

Sometimes I meditate upon the smile of the figure. Wishing myself the patience, the understanding, the smile.

When I think of Jaisalmer, I don’t see the end of a train line to a pretty but pointless tourist trap. I see the embodiment of the endless, timeless wisdom mind. Full of love, compassion, understanding, knowledge.

Rigpa.

This recollection was first posted on the World Nomad's Journal.