Tag: spiritual healing
I speak .. with opened throat
How do you like the “NEW LOOK” of my blog? Yay or nay, I appreciate your comments (easy way is right below this post).
I’m preparing to launch my first BOOK CAMPAIGN! How exciting! How Thrilling! And in many ways: How Exhausting! But … a good kind of exhaustion.
I’m sure you’ve all felt that well-deserved sense of having put a huge effort into something, and … finally coming up to the last final stretch, when you need the necessary push … when you’re right on the edge of exhaustion and would rather go to the beach, or take a sail, or go to a movie. BUT you have to keep pushing cuz …. you’re almost there! And if you stop now, the momentum might be tainted, or even lost, maybe forever.
Yes, I’m at that stage right this minute. This publishing-a-book business is mighty taxing. The writing of the book is one thing. In my case, I’m slow even though I type as fast as I think. Thank goddess for that talent, honed from my earliest teen years as an avid writer. Each of my books (I’ve completed more than you can imagine!) takes many years to finish. Sometimes there’s years in between when I finish one draft and when I pick up the manuscript again.
This upcoming book that will NOW BE PUBLISHED has been in the development, writing, polishing, read and commented upon by others, researched, more editing — for the last 15 years. I’m serious! That’s when the idea first came to me, to write about ….
My experience of teaching at-risk, hardcore repeat juvie offenders in high-security prison the techniques I myself use, of MindStilling — coincides with the imminent arrival of a major hurricane’s exact eye. The two stories weave together, presenting dramatic opportunity like nothing else, and guess what? This is what really happened.
As the storm inches slowly toward the girls’ isolated prison, the yoga-girls learn to focus on the calm within themselves … this is their inner “I” … instead of being freaked out by the outer storm’s hurricane’s eye.
The ancient techniques of breath, focus, strengthening, and alignment with the Great Heart instead of being locked in fear: these are some of the benefits of a regular yoga and meditation practice. My yoga-girls-in-lockup got to experience their practice’s other benefits too: a stronger more supple body, better muscle coordination, balance, grace, and general all-over confidence in themselves. Right away, from the first lesson, their BODIES were revealed to them — for the very first time in their young lives — that they themselves, at their core, were the best teacher they could find if no other was around. The body’s ability to maintain a pose, breathe calmly, steady the mind, literally blew my yoga-girls away!
The class was called “Empowerment Techniques” by Ursula, the facility’s director, to allow for Medicaid funding. Just think! The US government paid for yoga classes to girls in lockup waaaaay back in the 90s. Eventually I was hired by another juvie lockup facility as well. Many at-risk girls got to explore their inner calm, the “I” within, through these classes we held for years in central Florida, where I live, where I raised my family.
My yoga-girls, as I call them, had their minds blown away when they took their very first deep breath! Such is the power of deep breathing. Most of them had never learned to breathe deeply, so their brains and muscles were oxygen-deficient. Imagine how great it feels to take in ONE BREATH and instantly feel “lights going off in my head!” That’s what every new girl in class exclaimed! That’s the power of breath, my friends. My yoga-girls experienced the magic of this ancient self-discipline of the union of body-mind-spirit from the moment they stepped into my area, a designated “spot” in a high security state-funded prison. Over our class of 12 girls who volunteered for class we had a guard on duty, as always, their constantly chattering walkie-talkie radio chirping at their fingertips. Sometimes the guard would join us, sometimes they only scowled. No matter!
Doing Yoga Doing Time. Those of us who practice yoga, consider ourselves blessed. I hope this book inspires many people who haven’t, to give the empowerment tools of a yoga practice, a chance. Change happens only when … change happens.
Being a writer (and a narrative-driven artist, always a story to paint or sculpt) makes me hyper-aware of the power of the fifth chakra, today’s post and also the subject of LordFlea’s last post. Ever since I embraced my life’s destiny, a spiritual artist who writes, I have been focused on how to communicate the ideas that I explore in and through my work.
The throat area, the region of the 5th chakra, is exactly about — opening up, not being shy, not hiding, but speaking, communicating, spreading Truth, negating un-truth whenever possible.
I remember years back hearing one of my teachers say:
“All you artists, dancers, musicians, writers, and any other kind of creatively expressing person, business people, scientist, all creative sorts — you’re only half an artist unless you get your work OUT so the rest of the world can SEE and FEEL and be affected by your creative, new-idea endeavors. Don’t stop just because after creating something. Go all the way and make that work available to anyone who wants to participate in the energy you’ve created. The world needs all the help from you creative souls as it can get!”‘
I took this message to heart. For years I’ve been preparing to publish books. Regular readers of LordFlea know this already. And yes, I have made serious attempts to get the work seen by “conventional channels.” I even had, at two different times, years apart, seriously influential, top notch New York literary agents represent my work. But in both instances (the latest one just this past year) the result was disappointing. For whatever reason the commercial publishers who reviewed my work always declined to take me on. So after a few tears I always did the same dance to the same tune — “pick yourself up, dust yourself off … and start all over again.” That’s what I’ve been doing for … well, you don’t want to know how long. Let’s just say, my own yoga practice has taught me patience and perseverance like I never had before. Today, I am an extremely patient person. Before a regular practice, I was all about gotta get it here-and-now, or more like, yesterday for pete’s sake!
Now I’m doing for myself what I would have had to do anyway IF a “regular” publisher had taken on this book I’m presenting soon. All authors have to do their own marketing these days. Artists of all sorts know what I’m talking about. These days, i you want your work to be SEEN, HEARD and FELT by others, we must design and “milk” our “platform.” (That’s funny, milking a platform, hmmmm)
That’s why you’ll be seeing a lot more of me, hearing more from mel. Maybe you’ve been wondering what the heck has gotten into LordFlea/teZa? This is 5th chakra energy I’m generating now, folks. I am super-charging my 5th chakra reserves … getting public, and speaking my Truth like never before. This is the “I speak NOW” part of the uprising of one’s energy, one’s consciousness, that we’ve been exploring these past weeks, exploring the chakras in these LordFlea posts. (And no, this is not a subject I’ve written a book about — yet!)
Maybe it’s a matter of the universe being in tune with an individual, what makes some of us more able to PUT OUR WORK OUT than others. For me, it was a major step to start this blog, nearly 10 years ago. Getting public is … scary in many ways. Writing my posts have made it easier for me, because this blog IS public. LordFlea has helped me to get over being rejected by the “big guys” in the publishing world. Today, I don’t give a hoot about them, because I happen to be a big guy, a wonder woman-version myself. Seriously. It’s taken me this long to let-go of all the holding-backs, doing my spiritual work, and of course writing and arting my ass off for decades! to get here, right now, right here. Ready to publish my books. (subjects range from true gritty stories … to magical realism … to inspiring … from nonfiction to fiction, you name it, I’d written it!)
Today, I feel my throat chakra is wide open. I’m able to feel my work IS good (proven by the 2 lit agents who wouldn’t have wasted their time if they felt otherwise). And most importantly, I realize that the world NEEDS the work I’ve so assiduously been doing and my time is NOW to get it out to the public.
Our stressed-out world needs to know that right within every person’s own being, just as the yoga-girls in lockup found out in our class, every person has the power to change themselves. Just by wanting to. Being aware of needing to change is all it takes — for change to start happening. Of course, having someone demonstrate, or share books like I’m doing, about how change can be done, helps enormously. That’s why I call myself a spiritual activist. It’s my job … to spiritually help others who are interested in uplifting their perspective on things.
I’m not sharing the title of my upcoming book, not quite yet. First, I’m readying to send out my first author’s campaign. That’s a series of emails sent to people who have asked to be included on my email list. I hope you will be one of these. You can either send me your email right below (and comment how you like LordFlea’s “new LOOK” if you like) or you can find the email form on my blog’s sidebar (somewhere to right on your computer screen, and mobiles, sorry, i dunno where?). I’m still a little dizzy/lost in this new “look” of LordFlea myself, and I’m the one who created it! (yesterday, duhhh) But I think it’s way more fun than the old “look” so thanks for coming to my blog!
Remember, the throat chakra is about speaking Truth. Once your Big Heart (not the “organ” heart) has been opened, you have no other choice but to speak, and spread Truth. Today I’m more AWARE of operating from this opened 5th-chakra energy center. The throat chakra’s mantra is Ham … its color is pure sky blue.
Come back real soon (or sign up for email notification, also on my sidebar) because next we’ll explore the 6th chakra, the Third Eye, the “eye of God.” Wow. How awesome is that!
Love all ways, LordFlea aka teza
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If this invitation sounds like a command, so be it. I can’t stress how important it is to let your heart chakra open. When you have done the preparatory work (review chakras 1-3 in previous posts) you will have, by now, embarked upon the “Purification Process.”
This only happens for those who WANT to know Oneness. Oneness is another name for Love, the unattached, un-objectified variety. Love is also known as God, and for those who call themselves seekers, spiritual, or children of God, Love is like the air we breathe. Love IS Spirit. The other types of people, those not interested in knowing Spirit say, quite frankly, “I don’t give a damn, Scarlett!”
And that’s okay. If this world were filled with everyone open-hearted, open-minded, what an ever so dull world this would be. In fact, it wouldn’t be Earth. Because, from time immemorial, we humans have known nothing but strife, hardship, and challenges to hurdle over on our quests to know Spirit. Some say that Earth is like a spiritual school that souls are sent to, before they can become truly set free from the physical bond, i.e., the body, in which their spirit dwells.
I don’t know about that precisely. But hey, why not! Stranger things have been found to be true. Like the “Light” that all people who are revived from having experienced death actually say they went to, usually through a tunnel. They arrive at “the other side” and “see” the similarly described Light. Thousands of these experiences are recorded. They see the Light and then are yanked back into their bodies, usually with the message, “It’s not your time yet, Rhett.”
The greatest thing that’s ever happened to me has been to experience my heart opening. After that happened, all things became possible. I fell in love for the first time in my life; I married the man of my heart, we are a family, and we are living happily ever after. When my heart-opening happened, believe me, I knew it. Life forever afterwards has taken on a different perspective.
A person who has survived death (returned from being “dead”) is called an NDE (Near Death Experience). Their lives are usually forever changed, also. This sort of person, whether they talk openly about it or not, has a strong belief in Spirit, because, well, they’ve experienced “It” first hand. After experiencing what awaits for all of us at the end of our physical life here on earth, once an NDE gets “yanked back” from the Light, they all have a drastically altered outlook on life.
The same holds true for heart-opened folks. So make up your mind. You certainly don’t have to wait for something as radical as approaching death to happen for you to embrace what’s inevitably going to be part of your life, at the very end if not sooner. Embrace the experience of your once closed, or half-closed heart, fully opening.
My meditation teacher tells us, “The reason we meditate is to experience a ‘mini-death.’ Because in the state of non-thought, when we visit the state of pure awareness without the associated mental gymnastics attached to our usual understanding, meditation is the reverse of this … when you sit to meditate it’s like agreeing to die a little bit, right then. Our ego dies a little more. Until eventually we are left with full awareness, pure clear consciousness, unobstructed Oneness. And the more we practice our mini-deaths by meditating, the more we’re prepared to live full and happy lives! And of course, the easier it will be to make the last transformation that happens at the end of our physical life. Our actual deaths.”
What I’ve written above is a paraphrase of what the meditation teacher taught us, her students. So my friends, I advise you to meditate as much as you can if you wish to experience the opening of your heart chakra. And chant as much as you can, also. Chanting, singing the sacred Names of the Divine in whatever discipline or culture to which you adhere, is one a powerful tool, a spiritual discipline that stills the mind and opens the heart. Vibrating with sound prepares us for a deep experience in meditation. The vibration of the heart chakra, set off by making sound within ourselves — is so beneficial. I can’t begin to describe how wonderful it is, to chant in a group especially! I regularly chant with our sangham, a group of seekers, and have hosted such gatherings for many years, both in my home and in a local yoga studio.
A simple chant of Ommmmm (the “seed” mantra) is a lovely place to start. You can pronounce it A-u-m if you want to be more Sanskrit-correct, but Om works. The mantra associated with the heart chakra is Yam. The affirmation is “I am love.” The color associated with this chakra is brilliantly sparkling, emerald green. Yam is a splendid sound to make. I like to think of it as Yummy Yam (the way I remember Yam associated with the heart, which feels so warm and expansive when we eat something yummy, or spend time with someone who feels yummy delicious to be with).
Let me know how your Big Heart is feeling right now. This is the part of you that’s connected to ALL. I’m not talking about your actually thump-thumping muscle-organ called “heart” here. The heart chakra is the “psychic organ” called by spiritual teachers throughout the world, our Big Heart.
I love painting and drawing it. Here’s my version once again. Envision this gigantic burst of love within your chest in your heart region. Let its fullness fill your entire chest cavity. This chakra is also called the “cave of the heart.” Open your dark cave. Let pure Love shine its Light within you. Open to this magnificent, all-encompassing Beingness.
Please leave me a note here and tell me how your heart region feels today. Open, or stuck? I’d like to hear from you. Thanks.
And don’t forget to visit tezalord.com for the whole picture … of who LordFlea really is.
Lovingly, with my Big Heart bridged to yours,
I am LordFlea, aka teZa Lord
I Am, I Feel, and NOW … I DO
If any of you have ever been forced to do something absolutely aligned with, or totally against your will, you are familiar with that “good warm feeling” or the opposite, the aching discomfort in your midsection, close to your navel. Both reactions, opposing yes I know, are referred to as a “gut reaction” or a “feeling in my gut.”
A good reaction: Let’s say you’ve just met someone/thing who rings your bell. You feel this instantly in your gut. Sometimes the reaction almost knocks you backward. Have you ever felt it? This is your own intuition telling you that something is very right about this person (a dog, a cat?) you’re meeting. It could be a business contact, a romantic interest, but whatever it is, it’s someone/thing you’ll greatly benefit from spending some time with, learning more about them.
A bad reaction is the other kind of gut feeling, an uncomfortable ache, and sometimes it’s harsher, like a punch. This is a negative reaction to whatever you are facing. Maybe it’s a person, but it could be a job, a house you’re not supposed to buy, a type of food you’re not meant to eat. I hope you pay attention to these uncomfortable signs from your own inner knowing, as well as the more intriguing signs that make you want to know more.
Both reactions, good or bad, if those word judgements apply (better choice is interesting or not interesting) — they come from your 3rd chakra center of energy, located very close to your navel. But the sensation can come anywhere in your midsection. (See my earlier post if you want more detailed description).
Ghandi’s mantra was Ram Ram Ram. People who were there say this was the last thing he spoke as he lay dying from an assassin’s bullet. Ram is also the mantra for the 3rd chakra, where we are made to be aware of what our will is. In Ghandi’s case, I’m sure he worked hard to align his will to the highest good. Every time I repeat the mantra for the 3rd chakra, my intention is to gain insight into what is best, for not only myself, but for my fellow humans and the entire planet.Sometimes we have to change our thinking, or our habits, when we become aware of what’s best for the highest good, rather than seeking to satisfy our own. Sometimes our “gut reaction” is based on our limited view, not a universally encompassing one.
I pray for our world to face these challenging times we’re all going through these days, with compassion and open-mindedness for what is best for all of humankind. I think it’s easy for people to forget that. That we can pray for change, to feel better about our uncomfortability (how’s that for a word?). When our own personal will gets damaged by things not going our way, we insist our way is the only way. If our 3rd chakra is always in a state of distress, it’s time to ask our self:
Perhaps I need to look at the bigger picture. Perhaps what’s happening (either in my own life or in world events) might be for the highest good of all, even if I don’t like it. Transformation is a great sea change. Many people get extremely nervous when things don’t go their way.
Spend time with your own 3rdd chakra, ask yourself, “Am I comfortable with what’s happening?”
If you answer, “NO!” then it’s time to take some action. You have a choice, don’t forget. Always, you have choices. If you’re uncomfortable with things around you, your choice is to either practice ACCEPTING that what’s happening, is happening. Or … you can take steps to change it.
This, in essence, is why I am a writer and an artist. This also, is why most people do what they do. Because I have never been happy with the materialism and non-spirituality of modern society, in my youth, I ran away from it. I fled to the Third World and stayed living in jungles and sailing on the deep blue sea for over a decade. When I came back to mainstream America, I swore I would use my talents of arting (creating object- and word-stories) to help others become more familiar with the Oneness Consciousness that, to me, is what this existence, called “life” is all about. You may call that consciousness something else: Nature, God, Allah, Spirit, whatever. But Oneness works for me.
These days I focus on what I can DO to be more comfortable in a world torn apart by divisiveness and materialism. I don’t run away anymore. Today I feel just great, actually, that my focus is on DO-ing, and not feeling weird, mad, confused, or … worse … destructive. My energy used to be “stuck” in the 2nd chakra, feeling pissed-off. Now my energy feels free and powerful, utilizing the direction the 3rd chakra connection gives me.
I share my experiences in hopes that each and every person realizes that when you get “signals” from your gut, that’s your 3rd chakra telling you something. Pay attention. If you numb it (with drugs or alcohol, shopping, work, gambling, or other addictions) — you’ll probably just get sick, sooner or later. You certainly won’t be happy, that’s a fact. If you work on clearing this disturbed energy from your solar plexus (another name for the 3rd chakra) … you will enjoy peace, happiness, and good health. Align your will with the highest, Ram, Ram, Ram.Try it!
And please, let me know how your inner power feels today. Sit quietly and ask yourself, “What is this weird feeling I get in my gut?” I want to know. Leave me your comment below. And don’t forget, I’m sending out a free mind-stiller audio-clip for people who leave me their emails. Below is an easy way I’m experimenting using. Please fill in and let’s BE CONNECTED! Tell me how your “gut” is feeling today.
I love you, each and every one of you. Your pal, teZa aka LordFlea
Ready to ACT!
Now we’ve brought our energy to an elevated place where we get to choose what we do — or not do. This is where the juices of our life really get cooking! Depending on how we utilize our naturally-given energies, in which direction we place them, develop them, and choose to focus them — this determines the outcome of our life. Whether we’re happy about it or not.
First, let me say this: at any time in the course of our lives if we determine we’re not happy about where we’re at — it’s the third chakra (the subject of this week’s exploration here on LordFlea) that gives us the personal power so we can change. How? By being aware of the fact that we’re not happy. Then, we simply decide to change. This is not so simple for some people. Change. But wanting to change is the starting point.
So how does the 3rd chakra energy work? After our survival instinct (which is the staying alive energy of the 1st chakra), we start to feel this way or that (2nd chakra energy, about feeling), and with these two awakened centers, we now start to decide HOW we want to act. The 3rd chakra is about doing. It’s also known as the “seat of our personal power” or … the solar plexus in medical terms.
This name “solar plexus” is interesting. The formal, scientific name of this region, around the navel, is known as the “celiac” or solar plexus because of its intensely radiating nerves fibers. Wikipedia talks of “getting the wind knocked out of you” if one is hit here. If you’ve ever experienced that (I have!) you know how life-or-death it seems at the time. Not being able to breathe is very frightening. When there’s a blow in this region all the nerves from this region go into spasm, making the diaphragm not able to function, making breathing next to impossible. In time, however, this stressful situation dissipates.
Unless, of course, you happened to have been Houdini who died from a blow to this region. He’d dared a young man to hit him in his rock-hard stomach, to prove how strong he was, but Houdini didn’t have time to prepare, the story goes. The young man was a little too anxious to prove the older man wrong, I guess. Houdini died shortly after receiving the invited, witnessed blow. So … even if you’re an escape artist and theatrical showman, don’t go messing around with damaging your solar plexus and expect to not pay an extremely high price.
If you’ve ever felt another kind of “blow” here … a “kick in the gut” … usually it’s because someone said or did something terrible to you, hurting your feelings more than ordinary. If this has happened, you know what the 3rd chakra region is all about already, and how powerfully it is connected to our self esteem, our self-image, and indeed, our life’s happiness.
Do you remember hearing people saying, “Own your own power!” when they felt you were being too soft of a pushover? Or you had been taken advantage of? Of course you do! This “power” refers to the energy associated with this 3rd chakra, your own personal power. What makes you, you. This seat of your own power is felt when you’ are either well acquainted with, and heeding, your own needs, or you’re in complete denial of them. Let me explain further.
If you’re someone who’s used to letting other people decide for you, you haven’t yet grasped the awakening of this chakra’s powerful energy to give your life more happiness. When you know what you want, and have self confidence enough to act on your own principles, desires, and needs — this is when you’re engaging the full power of this chakra.
Here’s an example to illustrate the power of the 3rd chakra:
Earlier in my youth I did something that really displeased my parents. At the time they were still paying my bills. I was twenty, and just “owning” that I was meant to be an artistic person, not the lawyer or teacher, or other kind of white collar person my folks saw for my future. I announced to them that I had changed my life. Without their permission I’d gone from a regular college to a prestigious art school, after getting accepted there unexpectedly based solely on my artistic merits. To top it off, I’d moved in with an artist boyfriend! My parents were furious (this was back in the sixties when living together wasn’t what young lads and lassies were supposed to do, not without some kind of formal engagement, that is). And being an artist! My parents thought a complete waste of time.
My parents officially “dis-owned” me. They did this via a phone call. Completely unexpected. My dad read a letter he and my mom had composed. There was no conversation. I was not allowed to have a voice in this matter. At the end of reading the letter my dad said, “do you understand? The letter he’d read said I was no longer their responsibility. They would no longer help me through art school, cover any medical expenses, keep me under their insurance, nor welcome me in their home. I said, “But, Dad, Mom …” and was cut off. “Good-bye,” was all I heard, and the phone line went dead.
Immediately, I received a “Kick in my gut!” I doubled over. Couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t stand straight. I lay down, and hoped it would go away. The next day, and the next and onward, it didn’t. My boyfriend helped me to the hospital where no tests revealed anything wrong with me. More tests and X-rays revealed nothing. They scheduled me for exploratory surgery because since that phone call from my parents, I hadn’t been able to stand up straight. I walked around doubled over from the severe pain in my abdomen.
The pain seemed to travel around in a radius around my belly button. It was a piercing, acute pain in a very exact spot. But each day, it traveled. Never in the same spot, it radiated all around my navel, one painful spot at a time. I told all this to the emergency room doctors. They had no clue what was going on with me.
Just before my surgery date my boyfriend suggested, “Why not try meditation?” He’d been initiated into Transcendental Meditation the year before, and had spent at least an hour a day in meditation, sometimes twice a day. I didn’t know how, or anything about meditation at that time. I just kept quiet when he was sitting quietly in his meditation spot.
When Kenny took me to be initiated, I could barely walk up the sidewalk to the TM center. AT that time there was a fee, as there is now. But I didn’t have any money., and Kenny had less; the life of the struggling artist. I hadn’t been able to work at my part-time job since being disowned. My school was out for the summer, and I spent all my time in pain, usually in bed. When I arrived at the TM center I explained my situation. They kindly allowed me to be initiated anyway, saying it was important for me to have relief so the $35 fee was waived. I wonder if they’d say the same in a similar situation today? I’d like to think so.
The initiator and I sat, just the two of us, in a calm and peaceful room. The gentle light spilled in through transparent golden curtains. The soft rug on the floor beneath me felt comforting. I wasn’t in pain as long as I didn’t stand up, so in the seated pose, I was alert and ready. Wondering. Hopeful. Desperate. Wanting to change from being in pain, to pain free.
The initiator began mumbling words I didn’t know. Doing things I only vaguely remember. Performing some ritual. There were grains, and colorful objects, a bell tinkled, and the potted plant I had been asked to bring (I don’t like cut flowers) was put in front of us, as an offering. Then he gave me “your sacred sound” to repeat. I won’t share it as I was told not to. But as soon as I started repeating that sound I was told was “your special mantra” — something magical happened!
My head filled with WHITE LIGHT! It felt like I’d been struck by lightning, it was that fierce, that sudden, that fully encompassing. My mind was filled with this white LIGHT and all around me … everything stopped.
I didn’t know anything. I wasn’t me. I was the Light. Whatever happened in those ensuring minutes, or moments, or hours — I have no recollection. All I remember is the Light.
…. inner Light filled my head, filled all of me. Perhaps I repeated the mantra, I don’t recall. The Light is all I remember …
When I finally “came to” from whatever happened to me, I was alone in the golden lit room. I have no idea how much time passed. Slowly I realized … no one was coming for me. I unwound my crossed legs, and stood up — and realized — I had no pain.
I took a step. No pain! I walked to the door, and again, realized — the pain was completely gone. Disappeared! Not a trace of it could I feel. I touched my belly. It was really truly, magically — gone!
And it never returned, ever again.
I quickly canceled the surgery. I was asked to stop by to speak to my doctor. When I told him what happened, he was more than curious. He leaned forward and said, “We’re just now beginning to put together how the mind is connected to what happens to the body. Did you happen to have some recent trauma?” That’s when I told him about being disowned, and how grievously it’d affected me. “That makes perfect sense to me,” the doc said, nodding his head, mumbling, smiling. “I’m so glad you’ve come back to tell us this. My colleagues will be very interested in hearing your story.”
Of course since this event, modern medicine has completely reversed its once “body only” stance on what affects us, mentally, physically, and emotionally. Today the great Harvard trained doctor, Andrew Weil, well known to many as “America’s holistic doc” or even the real Mr. Natural … started the Medical School of Integrative Medicine in Arizona, some twenty years ago now.
So, how can you own your own power?
By paying attention to how “your gut” feels when you do something, or when you don’t do it. This seat of our 3rd chakra energy, will send psychic messages (through actual nerves that gets stimulated, there’s no magic here, folks) when you are comfortable with what’s going on in your life, or not. If you like what’s happening, you’ll have a feeling of well being. If something’s happening that upsets, or throws you off, you will feel a disruption (kick!) to the nerve sensations around your navel.
This is not rocket science, and this is not hocus pocus. This is real energy that works for all of us. In yoga we call this energy center where our personal power resides, the 3rd chakra because, first your energy must go through the 1st and 2nd levels of consciousness. If you want to know more, read my other posts explaining how the energy of each of us becomes more elevated, the more we become aware of each individual seat of power. Here’s the 2nd chakra post and here’s the 1st chakra post. Each week I’ve been posting, first, quite extensively about each particular energy center; and then I follow up with a shorter post with an example of how the energy works in our lives.
For a person whose 3rd chakra is “shut down” or not “awakened” or not in balance, a person will feel very out of sorts in that region, located around the navel. Some people will feel the discomfort radiate painfully around the navel (as I did). Some, will experience pain in only one location.
If you do feel this discomfort, please FIRST go visit a doctor right away and check out that there’s nothing wrong with your GI tract, or your liver, kidneys, and other organs located around there. If you receive an okay, please don’t despair. Know that your spiritual body is sending you a psychic message (kick!) that something is out of whack in your life.
When you start asking yourself, “What can I do to make myself more comfortable?” you have reached the first step of … transformation.
Of course there are many people who never feel anything’s wrong with their life, and they’re perfectly content to let sleeping dogs, or numbed feelings of unhappiness, lie within forever. But guess what? They’re not the kind of folks who read Lord Flea … where we sing as ONE. Now, are they?
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My love to each and every one of you,
your pal LordFlea, aka teZa Lord
My Life Purpose … Playful as a Porpoise in the Sea
Today I’m feeling particularly grateful to be alive.
Having come as close to dying as I can remember getting … on Monday I walked away from being blindsided T-boned with just a bump on the noggin’, when the super-tank-sized white Bookmobile (of All things!) crashed into my driver’s door after I’d not seen it, somehow … I consider myself not only fortunate to be alive, but am more than ever aware of how much more there is for me to put out there before it’s “my time” to leave this earthly realm. Just in case, I gave instructions to my consort Carter to finish my work for me. Before my time … is up.
Time is relative anyway. Sometimes it stands still. Other instances it rushes away from us like a never-ending spin on a glass-splinter-strewn highway. The road after our impact, this Monday. When that big white metal wall came crashing into me, metallic jaws wanting to eat my life, my head bouncing into and shattering side windows, Yes, I thought, This is It. I’m dead. Hit squarely on the side of my head, shoulders, hips—just as the recurring, eerie premonition of being T-boned I’d had for the past year or so.
But I didn’t die. So easily I could have. I iced the goose bump on the window-side of my head, and the next day there was hardly a trace of the bruise. Truth is: If it weren’t for the strong bent metal frame of my trusty old Chevy Tracker, I’m absolutely sure I would have sustained much more grievous injuries than being shook up, which I am.
For the past few days I’ve kept still. Lots of quiet time. Feeling my life, pleased I’m still here. Not much thinking, just feeling. What about?
chest-expanding awe at being alive!
heart-pumping gratitude to be breathing, still!
spine-tingling sensations of what I’ve been saved (entrusted, really) to do …
to share with as many as I can, about the magic of being alive.
I’ve felt it since childhood, yet that feeling keeps intensifying with each passing season, moon phase, setting sun and changing tide.
When a person has both experiences of the interior and exterior sorts, and the ability to translate it into a form where it might be meaningful to others as well (visually, musically, through art of some nature) this is my life’s purpose, for which I’ve been spared.
LordFlea, for over seven years I’ve been writing and sharing art with you, I’ve given snippets of what my work has been about. Many drawings, paintings, and sculptures (click here if you want a glimpse), a feature film with my beloved consort (click here for LithiumSprings, the movie), and a mention here and there about the book(s) I’ve created, awaiting publication.
For years I’ve been writing books. So why has it taken this long to get any of them into print? Five completed story-driven books are already done, some nonfiction narratives; somewhere in-between novels and memoir. Regulars at LordFlea have heard mention of a few and seen an excerpt or two from titles such as Angels Anonymous, Illusions of Love, Dharma Brat, Global Bliss NOW, and Heart Island, the trilogy.
Now the first publicly available (tree or e) full-length book will soon be ready, and not just in blog-tease form. Allow me to proudly present my soon-to-be-available illustrated book:
Zen Love: the true journey of a blended family
The very last stages–of line-editing (catching obvious flaws) and polishing, giving the story a sheen of careful presentation–is almost complete. Now I begin the stage of presentation. As soon as I finish this post I’m back to working on a chapter-summary (it’s much harder to make one after a book’s been completed, trust me) so I can submit this book to a major spiritual publishing house. I’m not going to count on the smaller, indie publisher who asked me to submit based on a much earlier version of Zen Love. I’m going to “fish” for whatever bite I can get, out there in the Ocean of Marvelous Literature
So–what’s my thought after the great crash up on our hysterically-crowded US1 South where I almost died, but didn’t?
Simply: It was not my time. This is what nearly all NDEs (Near Death Experience) I’ve ever heard of say they experienced, and then instantly their soul/spirit returns back to life from the state they call dead. I didn’t die in my crash three days ago. But a part of me is hyper-aware how very fragile my existence, all our existences, are here on earth.
It’s time for me to do what I know I must, further sharing my writing and arting with as many people as I can. After all, that’s the reason I’ve been blogging and milking other forms of social media all along. For this day that has finally arrived. At last: a book.
This is why it’s so funny and ironic that I was smashed into by a flippin’ garbage-truck sized Bookmobile, on its way to some school somewhere, the front bumper and its admonition “READ” not even dented from my little vehicle’s demise.
Life! Ain’t it grand. Funnier than fiction, more intensely real than any reality show could do justice to.
I’ll keep you posted about the adventures of Zen Love‘s publication. If no bites on my hook, I’ll publish it myself, have no fear.
In the Light, shining bright and breathing appreciatively,
Lord Flea, aka teZa Lord