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Stay Grounded & Rooted To Mama Earth

Wednesday, December 23rd, 2009

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This is the first in a series of posts I wrote while retreating to Harbin Hot Springs.

Body Awareness

I have a tendency to live in my head, completely unaware of the body I’m blessed to inhabit. When I get massages, the massage therapist always asks, “So is there any place in your body that needs special attention?”  My standard answer is, “Nope. It’s all good.”

Then my massage therapist (who I can just see shaking her head, knowingly) will start the body work and find all these sore, twisted knots all over me.

It’s not that I’m in denial. It’s that I’m honestly that disconnected.  My steady state is that I simply don’t notice my body unless I make a conscious effort to tune in.  Even Mojo Mentor and Pink Goddess Caroline saw this when she did my Pink Intuitive Reading.  My spirit was floating around the astral planes, communing with the Divine, while my shell of a body was left on earth, untended.

What Do You Mean, I’m Grounded?

When someone first spoke to me about staying grounded (and trust me, Pinkies- there have been many people talking to me about staying grounded!), I resisted.  Why would I want to stay in my weak, limiting, imperfect body when my spirit could be cruising around the astral planes?  The body seemed almost inconsequential to my life’s purpose, so why should I stick around and endure its endless restrictions?  Better to live in my head, swirling with creative ideas, manifesting dreams, listening to Signs from the Universe, and putting my highest good into the world. Right?

Wrong. I see it now.  Not that there’s anything wrong with flying around the astral planes. Not that creativity, intelligence, thoughts, and other manifestations of the mind don’t have great value.  But we are spirits that live in bodies, and if we live solely in our heads, the brilliant creations of our minds and spirits can get lost in Neverland, with nothing to ground them.

But what does that mean, to be grounded? You know it when you see it. And you know it when it’s not there. Haven’t you met people who are creative, spirited, passionate, but, well- flighty? They feel like a whirlwind of energy and when they leave the room, you feel a little tired, like you’ve been riding the rapids on a rocky river. Those people tend not to be very grounded.

And then you’ve met others- maybe they’ve very earthy, centered, calm, and peaceful. Perhaps they’re not spewing forth with creative energy. They move a little slower and stand firmly planted on the ground.  In their presence, you feel stillness, like a lake with no ripples.  These people tend to be more grounded.

Owning Balance

But imagine if you could combine the two. If you could take all of the creative, passionate divinity of the mind and spirit and ground it, such that there is an open channel between the spirit realm and the core of the earth, imagine the potential for creation, for healing, for true connection. That is my goal right now.

While I’ve been here at Harbin, I have been practicing exercises to get in my body. First, I’ve tried to still my mind. With the exception of writing this post, I have not opened my computer to write; I have tried to avoid thinking or figuring anything out; I have been meditating to quiet the monkey mind; I have focused on breath.

At the same time as I have been trying to still my mind, I have also been engaging in activities to enliven my body- doing yoga, bathing in hot and cold mineral springs, hiking in nature, free form dancing, and getting a Lomi Lomi massage and Watsu (water shiatsu).  All of these things have been aimed at helping me get grounded and stay rooted in this time of great energetic change in my life.

Yesterday, after a cycle of moving between an ice cold pool (mind you, it’s 20 degrees outside where I am!) and a 113 degree natural mineral spring 7 times, Mojo Mentor Tricia Barrett and I sat by a waterfall at Harbin.  The river that creates this waterfall parts two trees- an oak tree and a fig tree.  The flow of water is arguably the most creative and destructive force in nature. Just look at the Grand Canyon. You would think these two beautiful trees would be at the mercy of this river, as it flows down the mountain. Surely, the powerful force of water would override a living thing’s desire to live and thrive.

Strength in Roots

And yet, this has not happened.  These trees stand tall, roots exposed and subjected to a constant flow of the river, because these trees are deeply rooted into Mama Earth.  Even though the sand and clay beneath these roots has been washed away, these strong, steadfast roots hold the trees upright.

I think these tree roots and the waterfall that flows over them are a fitting metaphor for life.  Sure, it’s exciting to stay in your mind. Magic can happen in the mind- beautiful thoughts, passionate creations, conversations with yourself and the Universe. But unless you root your mind and spirit into your body and the earth, you risk allowing any potentially destructive force to sweep you downstream.  Unless you’re grounded, every little crisis can tip you over by pushing you with a feather. Every breeze of change, transition, or trauma can unravel you.  But if your mind and spirit rest upon well-grounded roots, you can weather any storm.

I don’t know about you, Pinkies, but I’m committed to growing stronger roots and would love to hear your wisdom about how to best accomplish this. I know so many of you are Pink Gods and Goddesses when it comes to staying grounded, and I know others of you are just like me- flying around the astral planes and wishing to feel more connected with your body and yourself.  Please share your journey, your wisdom, and any thoughts this might stir up for you.

Plugging in to the Earth’s energy,

Lissa


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Held Lovingly in the Hands of God

Saturday, September 5th, 2009

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Dear Pinkies,

Please welcome back Pink God and Mojo Mentor Fred Krazeise, here with the story of his own transformational healing experience. As it is generally impossible to adequately prepare Pinkdom for his words, we’ll turn it right over to Fred with love, gratitude, and blessings.

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As a massage therapist / body-worker, I know how powerful touch can be. I’ve written about it, and I’ve witnessed first hand how healing touch can trigger emotional or somatic response. I’ve seen how the simple act of human touch can help just as much with spiritual healing as it does physical healing.  But, I have never personally experienced the power of complete healing through touch – until last week.

I recently attended a 3-day Lomi Lomi Massage workshop in Asheville NC, conducted by master teacher Carrie Rowell.  Carrie has been practicing the art of Lomi Lomi for many years and she is an extraordinarily gifted teacher. For those of you who do not know of this style of massage, Lomi Lomi is a profound form of bodywork. The word “lomi lomi” simply means massage, although it is sometimes referred to as “loving hands” massage. It has been practiced by native Hawaiians for thousands of years, and it is traditionally passed down from family member to family member. I had been trained in lomi lomi before, but it had been many years ago, and it would be during this weekend that I would experience loving hands myself.

Lomi lomi consists of long, continuous, flowing strokes, similar to that of a wave. The strokes work gently yet deeply into the muscles and allow the recipient to submit, to yield, and truly be in the moment. But, those are just the superficial aspects of the work. What really sets Lomi Lomi apart from other forms of body work, is that the practitioner holds a special intention for the recipient. The work is performed with love, and usually begins with a prayer, asking for divine help in the healing. The practitioner holds this loving space in her heart for the recipient, seeking to restore the recipient to balance and harmony.

lomilomiFor 3 days we learned new techniques and practiced on each other. We also devoted a significant amount of time to self-healing: movement, dance, prayer, chant and meditation.  And it always came back to giving and receiving lomi lomi, which we did each day for 3 days.  Of course it is always wonderful to receive, but I also noticed how energizing it was to give this form of massage. I felt charged by the spiritual energy involved in giving, and both giving and receiving left feeling connected and grounded.

Over the course of the long weekend, I had a chance to speak to Carrie about my own practice, working with trauma and abuse survivors. Although I work diligently at grounding, balancing, and setting boundaries I felt that I had taken on some of the pain and fear that my clients had experienced. I felt that I was coated in a kind of energetic sludge. Carrie suggested a session with her, and further suggested that it be a “tandem,” four-hands session with two people working on me.  She would be joined by a friend and former student, named Manisha, and together they would work on me.  Needless to say, I agreed!

I arrived a few minutes before 10AM on Monday morning for my massage. Manisha answered the door, and I thanked her for opening her home to me. Carrie came into the room, we exchanged hugs, and after a few minutes of chat, Manisha showed me to a small room with a massage table.

“We’ll give you a few minutes,” Carrie said, shutting the door behind her and leaving me alone in the room. I quickly undressed and lay face down on the table, trying to focus on my breath and bring myself into the present moment.

There was a soft tap at the door and I murmured, “I’m ready,” and Carrie and Manisha entered the room to begin their work. Lomi lomi usually begins with a prayer (a “pule” in Hawaiian), asking for help and for healing. Carrie and Manisha began the Lomi Pule together.

girlshandsE aloha mai! – Let there be love!

E mana mai! – Let there be power!

E pono mai! – Let there be harmony!

E ola no! – Let there be healing!

Amama ua noa – So be it, it is done.

And then they began, and over the course of nearly 2 hours, they worked on me in perfect unison.

I felt their long, deep, full body strokes that served not to work on my individual parts, but to connect everything in perfect harmony. They began gently on my head, then together on my back, then my legs, then with long connecting strokes from head to toe and back again. Four warm, loving hands, working as one. Four warm loving hands, connected to a spirit source, working to convey this loving energy into me.

The effect was hypnotic. I felt myself sinking deeper into the table, yielding and submitting. They began to strip away at my own personal hurt and pain, and then at the pain that I carried from clients whom I felt I could not help.  Images of their trauma or abuse that I often see and sometimes feel when I work with clients flashed before me again. And then those images were slowly washed away by waves of loving human touch.

Carrie and Manisha were connected to something higher, to something more powerful and they were intent on bringing It to me, and me to It. They continued to work on me, always moving, never stopping, a continuous wave of motion. And as they worked, emotion began to rise inside of me. As I felt the pain leave my body, I was suddenly overcome with feelings of unworthiness. I kept hearing the words, “I’m not worthy,” over and over, and finally I began sobbing inconsolably.  My body heaved with cries of pain and feelings of unworthiness.

And then something happened.

Once again in unison, Carrie and Manisha literally draped themselves over me and enveloped me a warm and loving embrace. I was cradled within their arms. I felt their weight on top of me as my cries subsided.

I was not just connected to them. Through them, I was being cradled in the hand of God, and I felt an incredible wave of love and joy wash over me. I literally felt God’s love through the hands of these two remarkable women.

Carrie whispered, “Take your time, and when you are ready, roll over onto you back.”

I rested there for a few minutes before moving, and then I slowly rolled over onto my back and slid down the table. As I did so, Carrie covered my eyes with a cloth to shield them from the brightness of the room. And it was at this moment that something else happened and it was remarkable.

The room was awash with golden light and there were 12 angels all around us. (I’ve written about the presence of angels here before), Their appearance before me today made me joyful, almost giddy and I have to admit that for a moment I thought of Sally Field as she accepted her Oscar by saying, “They like me! They really like me!” That thought made me smile, and then I felt waves of their love continuously washing over me.  I yielded to it. I submitted to it. I surrendered to it. And that love filled my heart with joy. I knew that I was accepted in God’s eyes. I had felt God’s touch and it was from that moment on that I decided to open my heart to it completely.angels

Carrie and Manisha continued to work on me, their loving ministrations leaving me feeling cared for and nurtured.  The light and love of the angels continued to wash over me and the room. As they say, all good things must end, and Carrie and Manisha finally finished and left the room for me to get dressed.

I lay there for a few minutes before moving, thinking about my experience and how I felt. The first thought that came to my mind was gratitude – not just for having experienced one of the most remarkable events of my life, but gratitude for being able to live this life. The second thought that came to me was validation. This experience left me knowing that I am on the right path. I know that God is a real thing, and I have felt her touch. That’s pretty powerful.

I do not share this experience with you out of self-indulgence. Rather, I hope that readers here can take something from this. There has been a lot of discussion recently here about core wounds and self-acceptance.  I learned many things from this experience, but the biggest lesson is that I have learned to open my heart to love. And it is so easy. Opening my heart to love has allowed me to see the beauty in every living thing. If you can see the beauty that is all around you, it becomes easier to see the beauty that lies within yourself.

I went to Asheville to attend a course. I’m required to take continuing education course in order to maintain my national certification as a massage therapist. But I left with much more than 21 continuing education units. I left restored and renewed. I left transformed knowing and feeling with absolute certainty that there is a God, that she is loving, and that I am worthy of that love, as are we all.

Thank you Carrie and Manisha.

I bid you all peace and joy.

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