sacredwild
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Hello brothers and sisters
I have a story to share, in the spirit of healing.
I am like you, I sweat a lot... and know what... extraordinary circumstances means extraordinary possibilities. We have magical water powers and we are being suppressed by our own perceptions of the dominant society and we've convinced ourselves we are diseased. There are many reasons we are blessed. The intention of this story is to put the light of sacred understanding onto a specific condition we share. This version of the story consists of little glimpses at significant events of spiritual evolution in my life story and how sacred understanding brought me to a place of fulfilling soul work. This is a true story and I am going to post only a 'chapter' or two at a time spaced out as I write it until the story is told and then I can open up to further working with all you beautiful water people. I will respond to any questions that arise or give clarity to anything that may not be clear, just ask! Blessed be.
~Red
Awakening to Consciousness – First Memory
Here I am, little boy about 3 years of age... and what a fantastic body! So healthy and loved and blessed. I love to run, and there I go... off bounding through the forest with a big smile on my face. Along my side dashing under, over, and side to side is my guardian. He shines like a brilliant sun. His name is Red and he walked close to the earth in his animal ways and he moved from his heart. To be clear, Red is in a dog body and was illumined with a golden red hue.
Next memories are of coming to the blue house where my family lived. Pretty typical home lifestyle for the area. Mama working a humble job at the grocery store, papa in and out to sea a lot working on submarines. Go to catholic church on sundays. Catholic church day care or my grandparents house while my mama is working. I was out in the woods with Red every opportunity I could get. Just me and him, sometimes my older brother but he was more into catching snakes and playing with his bigger friends and stuff.
This goes on... Red by far is my best friend. And through being with him I absorbed the most foundational skills of companionship and relationship in the sacred wild (so blessed to have this available). As my protector Red kept me physically, emotionally, and spiritually safe. Some examples... physically, he would keep the coyotes and other dogs at safe distance so I could get home, and we did run into many of coyotes and dogs... emotionally, he was there to hug and love on at any moment, and he loved it... and spiritually, if I ever felt lost, he would interpret and guide me back on track in a way that made sense to me.
I knew where my 'home' was. A bunch of sticks leaning against a fallen tree with a nice bed of fluff inside.
Severance – Opening of the sacred wound
Here I am, little boy about 5 years of age... my parents divorce and I was displaced with my mom and the most recent addition, my little brother, to live in low-income apartments surrounded by very sick people... Sadly, Red did not come with me, but I still got to go see Red and my dad. Confusing times for me as a 5 year old... So much rubbish and sick people all around me... addiction, self-destruction, pornography, violence... And the only forest around me on one side of the complex was being clear-cut for a car dealership parking lot.
I started school at the same time. I went up to about 2nd grade before the first time I became conscious of my excessive water condition. Some classmate touched my hand which was oddly dripping wet with sweat and he exploded with excitement. Exclaiming, “Gross! Your hands are so slimy! You are like a snake!” He preceded to go around to everyone else around us to try and get them to check out my hands and to touch them like he did. Part of my soul shut down at that moment. Other kids agreed that it was gross. I felt so embarrassed to be gross. I started sweating more too because I kept thinking about it. So little did I know how pure I actually was. Pan-cultural throughout indigenous peoples, sweating is sacred and purifying act.
My understanding of my excessive water condition beginning around these significant events signifies to me that my emotional body and nervous system were shocked way out of balance by the drastic severance from what it was that was nourishing me. I've since come to accept that it is my karma to face these emotional and nervous challenges.
I have a story to share, in the spirit of healing.
I am like you, I sweat a lot... and know what... extraordinary circumstances means extraordinary possibilities. We have magical water powers and we are being suppressed by our own perceptions of the dominant society and we've convinced ourselves we are diseased. There are many reasons we are blessed. The intention of this story is to put the light of sacred understanding onto a specific condition we share. This version of the story consists of little glimpses at significant events of spiritual evolution in my life story and how sacred understanding brought me to a place of fulfilling soul work. This is a true story and I am going to post only a 'chapter' or two at a time spaced out as I write it until the story is told and then I can open up to further working with all you beautiful water people. I will respond to any questions that arise or give clarity to anything that may not be clear, just ask! Blessed be.
~Red
Awakening to Consciousness – First Memory
Here I am, little boy about 3 years of age... and what a fantastic body! So healthy and loved and blessed. I love to run, and there I go... off bounding through the forest with a big smile on my face. Along my side dashing under, over, and side to side is my guardian. He shines like a brilliant sun. His name is Red and he walked close to the earth in his animal ways and he moved from his heart. To be clear, Red is in a dog body and was illumined with a golden red hue.
Next memories are of coming to the blue house where my family lived. Pretty typical home lifestyle for the area. Mama working a humble job at the grocery store, papa in and out to sea a lot working on submarines. Go to catholic church on sundays. Catholic church day care or my grandparents house while my mama is working. I was out in the woods with Red every opportunity I could get. Just me and him, sometimes my older brother but he was more into catching snakes and playing with his bigger friends and stuff.
This goes on... Red by far is my best friend. And through being with him I absorbed the most foundational skills of companionship and relationship in the sacred wild (so blessed to have this available). As my protector Red kept me physically, emotionally, and spiritually safe. Some examples... physically, he would keep the coyotes and other dogs at safe distance so I could get home, and we did run into many of coyotes and dogs... emotionally, he was there to hug and love on at any moment, and he loved it... and spiritually, if I ever felt lost, he would interpret and guide me back on track in a way that made sense to me.
I knew where my 'home' was. A bunch of sticks leaning against a fallen tree with a nice bed of fluff inside.
Severance – Opening of the sacred wound
Here I am, little boy about 5 years of age... my parents divorce and I was displaced with my mom and the most recent addition, my little brother, to live in low-income apartments surrounded by very sick people... Sadly, Red did not come with me, but I still got to go see Red and my dad. Confusing times for me as a 5 year old... So much rubbish and sick people all around me... addiction, self-destruction, pornography, violence... And the only forest around me on one side of the complex was being clear-cut for a car dealership parking lot.
I started school at the same time. I went up to about 2nd grade before the first time I became conscious of my excessive water condition. Some classmate touched my hand which was oddly dripping wet with sweat and he exploded with excitement. Exclaiming, “Gross! Your hands are so slimy! You are like a snake!” He preceded to go around to everyone else around us to try and get them to check out my hands and to touch them like he did. Part of my soul shut down at that moment. Other kids agreed that it was gross. I felt so embarrassed to be gross. I started sweating more too because I kept thinking about it. So little did I know how pure I actually was. Pan-cultural throughout indigenous peoples, sweating is sacred and purifying act.
My understanding of my excessive water condition beginning around these significant events signifies to me that my emotional body and nervous system were shocked way out of balance by the drastic severance from what it was that was nourishing me. I've since come to accept that it is my karma to face these emotional and nervous challenges.
