Mt Shasta Magic

15th October, 2015

Morning dew dripping, songbirds singing, the forest is waking up.

Warmed by tea and refreshed by river, we are ready for the day.

Returning to camp, the embers still glowing, from last nights fire,

we burn Paulo Santo, to begin the ceremony. It’s sweet smoke surrounds us;

“Oh Great Spirit, may the children of the forest, that grow as fungi, show us it’s medicine to help us on the path of Awakening.”

On the wings of the day, we hike through the forest and up toward the hill.

I’m quickly crossing into the magical shamanic realm.

Heightened beyond measure, a new and powerful experience awaits.

Plant medicine, an ancient tradition, helps us heal and aids in Self Discovery.

The Garden of Eden is here, when the mind is clear.

The trees dance as the winds blows, with the crescendo of the shining sun.

What a melody, I can hear the tune. The glorious symphony of Life.

Against the blue sky, the trees morph together, into the Jaguar of personal power.

It’s enormity is stunning and I am amazed. We meet again.

The tribes in the amazon, say it’s the spirit of the jungle. I can see it now.

It guides us to the ridge top, what a view.

Hands in thanks, for the mighty mountains.

Taking a deep breath, the medicine is working.

Turning around, the trees form a giant

Mountain Lion, standing tall and bearing strength.

“Stay in the Heart, walk the path, be here for Truth and nothing less.”

It’s the Lion of leadership, and its roar stirs my soul.

Intensity subsides as my hand is held, turning to look at my partner.

She is soft as velvet, bright as the crescent moon, radiating love in her silence.     

Her eyes like an Owl, she can see in dark places, and face of a hawk, reminding me of our connection to the Great Spirit.

I focus on my breath as we walk down the hill into the sunshine.

Oh divine oxygen, clean out my doubt from the inside out.

So many questions about the future…

There is no future, only Now.

“Just live the Truth, know it, and be it!”

My old friend the crow, calls overhead to confirm the message.

“I am the Self. There’s no division in the One” I hear myself say.

“Identity and separation is just a thought, nothing more.”

Everything is an offering to itself through this perfect symbiosis.

A Love that never ends.

The sun is fading along with the power of the medicine.

Fire flies twinkle in the twilight, illuminating the fungi hidden among the fallen trees.

I can almost hear them say, meditate with us.

A lotus flower opens, as white light emanates from inside,

revealing the Buddha within.

Singing from the sky above fills my heart with joy.

Its the voice of my Guru, Sri Mooji, a living sage.

Flooded with love for the gift of his presence,

I realise it’s the love we have for the One True Self.

Heading back to camp with one last look into the distance,

Mt Shasta is glowing pink as a heart.

Life is unfolding and I am open.

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