Sun Spots: Episode 2 – Repeat Retreat

June 27th, 2010

 
(As per my post “Finding The Balance”, all of my blog entries up through the end of my Sun Course (Sept 21) will be raw journal entries. I want to continue writing, but will not have the time to do so in my normal polished manner.)

Tuesday, June 22 – 6:50 p.m.

I moved into my new temporary home today. It is pyramid #2 – a delightful little pyramid that is about twelve feet square at the base, and perhaps eight feet tall in the exact center. I love my new home – it is clean, comfortable, dry, and it is all mine for the next three months. I was scheduled to have a different dwelling – one that wasn’t a pyramid – but right before my Moon Course ended Irma put me on a waiting list for this pyramid just in case the girl who had scheduled it did not show up. All along, I have had a very peaceful feeling that I would be right here come June 22nd – but I didn’t want to jinx it by saying anything.

In fact, I almost lost this pyramid yesterday. My new friend Sandra told me that she had also indicated to Irma that she would like this particular pyramid if her friend did not come – but Irma had never written that request down. I told Sandra that the room was rightfully hers, and we went together to talk to Irma to communicate our intent – but before we could do so, Irma told us that she had talked to Chaty, and that Chaty wants me to have pyramid #2.

Go figure … I gave it away and it was given right back to me. I would have been content no matter how things worked out – but I am thrilled to have the pyramid dwelling. My little pyramid has a window, a small table, a chair, a twin bed (low to the floor), a tiny set of shelves for clothing, and a warm feeling of home. I simply ignore the fact that my door has many open-air spaces around the edges. This new temporary home is much more air-tight than was my guest house in the Mayan village of Santa Elena.

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Every Sun Course overlaps with the endings of three separate Moon Courses – and the last five (or six in my case) days of each Moon Course is a silent retreat. Whenever a Moon Course is in silence, the Sun Course automatically joins them. As I mentioned yesterday, this particular Sun Course is a very unique one in that we are the first ever to start on the exact day that another Moon Course is beginning their retreat. What I did not realize until yesterday, however, is that during the first such “overlapping retreat”, the Sun Course completes the exact same five day intensive meditation processes that we did at the Moon Course.

Given that I just finished this identical retreat only twenty-nine days ago, rather than start from scratch I decided to take advantage of my previous meditations – reviewing what I had written each day and then meditating on the same points.

Today, our task was to meditate on the four elements as they are connected to an area of our life: earth being equated to physical, water being equated to emotional, air being equated to mental, and fire being equated to spiritual. We were also assigned a location to perform each meditation: the earth/physical meditation would be done in the medicinal garden, the water/emotional meditation by the lake, the air/mental meditation in our rooms, and the fire/spirit meditation in the large pyramid temple.

After meditating on each element/area of our life, we were then assigned to select a single word that describes our ideal state in this area of our life.

Today, as I repeated these four meditations, and as I read through my notes from Sunday, May 23, 2010, I felt prompted to transcribe those exact older notes here in my Journal. I decided to title this little segment: Elemental Thoughts. I apologize in advance. I would have loved to turn all of these writings into a concise, well-thought-out, non-redundant blog posting. But instead, I am posting the raw ramblings of my mind.

Elemental Thoughts

Earth/Physical

(I wrote this first section in the medicinal garden at Las Piramides. I was meditating on the element earth as it relates to the physical realm – asking the question: What is my ideal for my physical body?)

I understand that this entire universe – everything physical – including my body – is just a mental projection. But even so, I believe that spiritually awakening to a full understanding of this true reality will be much easier with a body that is fit and healthy, energized and filled with vitality.

While I believe that my body is a projection of the mind – I also recognize that as long as I doubt that belief – even in the slightest – that it is somewhat OK to “mess with the movie screen” so to say – to play around with the projected image rather than the projector itself.

Deep down, however, I believe the mind is the projector, and it is the mind’s healing – not nutrition, exercise, medications, etc, – that produces the ultimate healing.

With all of the above understood, my ideal physical body (with no attachment or expectations of outcome) would be healthy, filled with energy, being strong, flexible, balanced, and toned. My organs will all function efficiently as part of the whole – skin, eyes, nose, lungs, heart, liver, kidneys, pancreas, stomach, intestines, glands, hormone levels, thyroid, pituitary, feet, knees, knuckles, elbows, shoulders, all joints, and all muscles – all working as one for the good of the whole body.

With all this said, I still believe the mind/spiritual healing is the key to bringing this balance and vigor. Energy comes from spiritual connection.

For me, flexibility is my most desired trait, along with balanced muscle strength to flow through that flexibility. As long as I doubt, nutrition will also play a role. But again, I have no attachment to any of this. I believe my body will be an adequate vehicle for my spiritual mission – whatever it may be – and that things are all for my good and growth (3rd degree burns, bladder problems, etc…) – all are manifestations of energy.

But a part of me also says: “Don’t use unhealthy denial” – I AM IN THIS WORLD TODAY. Even though it is a projection, I am here now, and physical laws apply until I transcend them to higher laws.

(After recording the above during this meditation, I selected “VITALITY” as the one word which defines my ideal physical state.)

Physical versus emotional – earth versus water

(After moving to some rocks at the edge of the lake – before beginning my water meditation – I felt prompted to write this intermediary section blending the earth/water analogies.)

The earth is very hard and strong, yet many portions are soft, sandy, and blow with the wind. Even the hard parts shift and move as water penetrates and freezes, breaking apart our bodies, just as emotional stress poisons us from within.

Likewise, flash floods of emotion (water) move physical matter in powerful ways – moving not just sand and soil, but moving rocks, logs, homes, cars, and everything in its way. Emotional outbursts can be like extremely powerful flash floods – either life-changing or life-destroying – both are the same seen only from different perspectives. Even flowing waters, steady as a wide powerful river, slowly transform the world.

Earth changes – physical changes – both with time and emotion. When sheltered from out-of-control emotions, earth remains more constant, more stable – but always shifts with the tides.

I want to change and evolve with the grace of gentle tides and peaceful-but-powerful rivers, sometimes covered with gentle snow, other times basking in spiritual sun.

Water/Emotional

(I wrote this second section while sitting on some rocks after having gone swimming in the waters of Lake Atitlan. I was meditating on the element water as it relates to the emotional realm – asking the question: What is my ideal for my emotional body?)

As I approach the water I first notice a Mayan woman washing clothes in my pristine emotional spot – my rocks by the water.

“How dare she?” I ask. “She is polluting my water – not just with soap and soil – but with her very presence in my spot.”

Soon, I repent and forgive myself for the thoughts as I instead find another spot, just as beautiful – with similar access to the gentle waters of Lake Atitlan.

As I slip into the cool waters and gently swim away from shore, I notice someone else looking for a spot to sit. I feel a twinge of defensiveness as I watch him glance down below where my cover-up swim dress, water bottle, and notebook are kept. Then ego swims away. I am not attached.

I feel the cool, almost-glassy waters flowing all around me. I realize how all-encompassing the water (emotion) is. It flows everywhere, always achieving balance, always filling in every little space below.

Yet the water knows no obstacles. It flows over, around, or through anything and everything in its path.

If I lean back and relax in gentle peaceful breath, the smooth water (emotion) supports my weight, gently rocking me like a baby.

As I sit here on the shore, watching the waters, they are now slightly rougher, more unsettled. I can only imagine that trying to gently float in these waters would be slightly less enjoyable – more rough – water in eyes and in mouth – the emotion would make it difficult to relax, to simply be.

Now as I watch two fellow “Moonies” (participants in the Moon Course) just feet away, I wonder whose space I am in. I realize that there are no “spaces” per se – we all swim in each others’ emotional spaces all the time.

The question is why do we swim in the emotions of others? We don’t need to be affected by them. If we are deeply emotionally balanced and healed, our own waters will be calm. Our influence helps to calm the waters of the lake around us. Our stability is unaffected by the winds and boats that pass through our waters. Yes, there will be waves in the lake of others, but our own waters will remain calm – calming to everything around us.

Just as with a thunderstorm, bottled up, unexpressed, unresolved emotions can literally destroy us if not dealt with.

Emotion is a constant. The rains cycle, the rivers flow, the oceans give and take with the tides – but when no obstacles are in the way of the waters (emotions), they flow gently and smoothly.

If the water (emotions) is in very high places, it flows rapidly, often crashing and tumbling toward the vast ocean waters. If the water is in low places, it becomes stagnant, gathering salts and not supporting life. It is smooth gentle water that flows most peacefully – evenly balanced – not too high – not too low.

Removing the obstacles allows the emotion to flow in and then flow out – with ease and balance.

When removed from external influence the waters return to a smooth, glassy, mirror-like surface, beautifully reflecting nature around us.

When churned up, the waters are incapable of reflecting that beauty.

Healthy, happy, peaceful emotion is that which is allowed to flow freely – to be expressed as it gently comes up, and to then flow gently onward – un-owned and un-possessed.

Emotion happens – allow it to flow through my very core – but be the impartial observer – allow it to continue on its slow journey downstream without grabbing on to it and making it my own.

In a calm, clear, spiritually connected mind, my emotions can be clear as glass – beautiful and peaceful. Boats, storms, winds, or even the rough movements of others, have no influence.

What goes up will come down … what goes down will come up … that which finds equilibrium and balance will be quiet and peaceful.

(After recording the above during this meditation, I selected “PEACEFUL” as the one word which defines my ideal emotional state.)

Air/Mental

(I wrote this third section while sitting in my room. I was meditating on the element air as it relates to the mental realm – asking the question: What is my ideal for my mental body?)

As I sit in my room, my private space so to say, I recognize that my mind is very similar.

First of all, I believe it is my own private space (mind), but it is obvious that many people have lived here before, and others will definitely live here in the future. My experience in this space is not unique, and it is not altogether private. I have the occasional visitor, and the energy of the room collects mental energy from others. I bring it in with me and I fail to cleanse it. If this room is as the earth – a mental projection – then so is what I believe my “small” and “separate” mind to be. “My separate mind” is also merely a projected illusion – it is not true – it is not who I really am. I am the observer – the awareness of the separate mind – not the thoughts themselves.

Second, this room has walls and windows and a roof – designed presumably for two purposes. One is to protect my room (mind) from the outside elements – rain (water), wind (air), smoke (air/fire), and falling avocados (earth). (Note: huge avocado trees tower above many dwellings here at the pyramids, and the avocados frequently fall with powerful force.)

In my mind – my “small” mental world – I also have erected walls, doors, windows, and roofs around what I believe to be my own private/separate thoughts. I did this for thirty years to keep family and friends from knowing about my intense gender struggles. I continue to do it today – being hesitant to fully speak my truth for fear of outside judgment. My decision to speak full truth has been made. Now all that remains is the demolition of the walls.

Windows and doors provide opportunities for mental sharing, but I often close them to be alone with myself – for privacy – but also for protection when I am tired or weak.

My room can be quite messy and disorganized, as can be my mental world – cluttered and chaotic.

My room can be neat, clean, organized, with everything in its place – just as my mind can be.

I can open my windows and let in the sunshine or fresh air – or I can close my windows and allow the air and my heart to go stale. In my mental world I can do the same – remaining stagnant, or opening my mind to new growth and ideas.

My room can be brightly lit, it can have a fan, music, carpeting, flowers, paintings, poetry, art, creation … – or – my room can be dark, stale air, with bare concrete walls and floors – having no heat, no creativity, and no growth. I choose the creative, vibrant expression of unique self – divinity within.

My room contains clothing, as does my mind – I often dress up my thinking, sometimes to beautify, sometimes to camouflage. I often dress down, feeling no desire to look pretty in a fake sort of way. I can let my true beauty speak for itself.

Rooms have closets in which to hide things – clutter, disorder, chaos, crowding – or in which to store things that have a present purpose in my life. I need so little of the cluttered chaos that used to be in my closets.

In our mind we also have closets in which I used to carry around lifetimes of “what if’s” – What if I might want this someday – What if I let go of this unused junk?

Likewise, our rooms have drawers to store things. Mine used to be filled with stuff. Now I live out of a back pack – I have everything I could possibly need or want 99% of the time. If I don’t, I can buy it and then give it away when it is no longer needed.

As above so below – my mental room needs to be clean, creative, free from all unnecessary possessions and/or clutter that serves no loving/living purpose. My mental space needs to be filled with love, with the doors and windows flung wide open for sharing – or with them momentarily closed for resting – no hoarding of thoughts, emotions, fears, grudges, or stale beliefs that no longer serve me. My room (mind) needs to be living, growing, changing, ever rising in vibration, always flowing to new while releasing the old.

My room is pure connection to the light – the divine light – growing within my ever opening awareness.

(After recording the above during this meditation, I selected “OPENNESS” as the one word which defines my ideal mental state.)

Fire/Spiritual

(I wrote this final section while sitting in front of a burning candle in the large pyramid temple. I was meditating on the element fire as it relates to the spiritual realm – asking the question: What is my ideal for my spiritual body?)

Fire transforms that which is physical, converting it into energy – brilliant, glowing, radiating, heat-filled, light – the higher energy of the physical world. It transforms wax into liquid, water/ice into steam, wood into energy, metal into liquid, etc… It changes one element into another lighter element – into air, energy, liquid, etc…, – just as spiritual alchemy changes lower vibrations into higher vibrations.

Fire purifies, sterilizes, and freely shines its light in all directions, holding nothing back for itself. Spirit does likewise.

Fire rises up toward the heavens. Spirit rises up toward the heavens.

Fire vibrates at a very high energy. Spirit too.

Fire can create or destroy, but both are the same, as what appears to be destruction is really creation of something new as well – the definition is in the eye of the beholder – all perception. The concept of destruction is 100% based on attachment to something as it is now.

Fire’s heat spreads evenly in all directions.

When fire is brightest, hottest – it is clearest and gives no smoke. When its breathing is restricted or its fuel restricted/impure – it gives off smoke. When conditions are pure, spirit shines the brightest – when conditions are restricted it does not seem to be so (in our perception). But the filter is in our own eyes, beliefs, perceptions. Spirit always shines brightly whether we perceive it or not.

Fire dances – spirit dances – ever moving.

Fire does not discriminate – neither does spirit.

Light shines on our ideals; it shines on what seems to be our physical reality. It shines on our actions that seem to be positive or negative – making no judgments, showing no prejudice. It simply shines for all to see.

(After recording the above during this meditation, I selected “ENLIGHTENMENT” as the one word which defines my ideal spiritual state.)

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And now, back to the present …

Wednesday, June 23 – 7:20 p.m.

It has been another long day of meditations. For some reason, I have felt quite detached and flat today – not fully immersed in what I am doing. On a positive note though, I had a reasonably positive experience with the Archangel cards that we chose in meditation last night, and which we looked up this morning. It really helped me to have a better attitude after I read in the “Mystical Qabalah” that in the eyes of the author, concepts such as angels and archangels (at their true essence) are only mental projections as well – symbolically representing spiritual concepts.

Today’s lengthy meditation tasks were essentially the same as yesterday, except that the question was slightly different. We were to meditate on the question “If my ideal for X is Y, how am I doing now?”

Just as I did yesterday, I used my meditation notes from Monday, May 24, 2010 as the basis for today’s meditation. I apologize for anyone reading this – as this is quite wordy – but this is my journal and I have a strong desire to transcribe last month’s notes into my journal in order to preserve them.

With each category, we were assigned to rate our current state on a scale of 1 to 10. I have opted to not include my numbers here in my journal, because they are constantly shifting, and are actually quite impossible to capture on a subjective basis – as my goals are not very measurable in this physical realm. Instead, I rated my genuine sincerity level – which was a 7 on the physical realm, and a 10 on the others.

Following are my notes from May 24.

If my ideal for my physical body is “Vitality”, how am I doing now?

First of all, to me, vitality represents health, energy, flexibility, strength, and vigor.

If I compare myself to me at age twenty, I am nowhere near what I used to be with regards to strength and flexibility – yet in many ways, I have more energy and vigor today than I have ever had. While it is not at its prime state, I actually consider my current health to be the best it has been in fifteen years.

If I compare myself to other 55 year old women, I feel that my vitality is right up there at the top.

But – this is not about comparisons to others, or comparisons to myself in years past – this is about me, now, today – my physical body as it serves my spiritual purpose.

Just as I emphasized yesterday, I am completely unattached to how my body “should” be – that is not for me to know or to plan.

But I can do things to honor and to respect my physical temple. I can eat foods that help make me feel energized and vibrant. I can perform exercises that balance me both spiritually and physically at the same time; I can get adequate sleep to rest my physical brain.

But – above all – I embrace the belief that the best approach to physical vitality is to open and heal my spiritual mind – and then honor promptings.

That is why I am here today – a long standing realization that Yoga (flexibility/strength) and meditation (spiritual connection/insight) are both crucial to my mission.

Am I going to plan and set goals? NO – not unless my spiritual promptings tell me to do so.

Am I going to be increasingly respectful of this projected physical temple? YES, absolutely.

My goal is not a plan or a formula. My goal is to be in tune with guidance … period.

I have a strong inner feeling hat I will live a long healthy life. I trust loving guidance to show me the way on my physical journey. I will honor my body, care for my body as spirit directs … BUT I will not buy into earthly belief systems that dictate fixing the movie screen rather than the projector.

If my ideal is to have emotional “Peacefulness”, how am I doing now?

Today as I floated in the lake on my back, connecting with the balance, the waves were just ripples, gently and calmly moving me ever so slightly up and down.

As a boat buzzed by, leaving a big wake (one to two feet), I barely felt the gentle rocking of the water as I continued to float peacefully up and down – but I noted that if I had been clinging to the “safety” of the rocks at the shoreline, I would have been tossed to and fro by the waves – probably slipping, skinning a knee, bumping an elbow, or hitting my head.

The same is true of an ocean. When balanced in deep-water high rolling waves, allowing the energy to flow all around me, I simply feel a peaceful up and down gentle rocking.

But the stronger my attachments are to the shallow sandy shore – or the firm security of rocks – the more wildly the emotional waves crash around me – even possibly killing me against sharp rocks.

Having no attachments frees me to be in the middle of the sea, gently absorbing even large waves.

As far as where I am today – in my current life – with regards to achieving emotional peace – I believe I am really close.

Yes, I still get blindsided by the occasional unexpected wave that momentarily knocks me for a loop – but I know how to deal with it quickly and efficiently – turning every experience into love and growth.

Yes, I still have buried, suppressed emotions occasionally come up, but I am willing and eager to swim out into them, to let them fully engulf me as they move through me and then flow out of my life.

Yes, I feel very peaceful – well on my way toward achieving balanced, fully resolved emotions – emotions observed but not owned (for long) – and in allowing emotions to flow gently, unobstructed.

If my ideal is to have mental “Openness”, how am I doing now?

Just the fact that I am doing what I am doing now is a big high five that I am already striving for openness.

My Guatemala theme has been consistently telling me to “Forget everything you know – and – Lower your defenses.”

While I have met internal resistance many times along the way, I believe my willingness to open my mind has been stellar.

The significance of “openness” to me is: clarity, creativity, releasing stale beliefs, embracing new growth, having no attachments, being the observer, connection to divine light, and traveling lightly.

In the area of mental clarity, I am well on my way – but it is impossible to say a number between one and ten because I am always increasing in clarity while at the same time recognizing my previous lack of clarity. This is definitely a process. I am 100% committed to this lifelong process.

In the area of mental creativity, I have just begun this great adventure with my writing – both my book and my blog. This week with my paper meditation pyramids, I did them my way with no fear over what others might think. Wonderful! I have so much creativity yearning to get out – to be manifest – and I feel it has all been waiting for me to learn to have the courage to SPEAK MY TRUTH. I am now there, on the starting blocks of releasing fear of others’ opinions.

In the area of releasing stale beliefs, I am on a constant treasure hunt to discover what those beliefs are and to put them under a microscope. Yes, my willingness is enthusiastically at 100% — but my clarity and self examinations are still in process.

In the area of embracing new growth, I am right at my peak here in this retreat – willingly placing my “A Course In Miracles” teachings on the sidelines (but not abandoning their truth) while tiptoeing into the realm of the Kabala, Tarot, Astrology, Numerology, Kyballian, Alchemy, and The Emerald Tablet.

I am also eagerly embracing my practice of lucid dreams and astral travel.

In the area of no attachments, this is an exciting safari. I have already let go of so much in my life – and the freedom is amazing – but I continue to identify smaller attachments as they surface.

In the area of being the observer, I am getting ever more skillful at the process of removing me from the attachment, stepping back, and just watching my thoughts, feelings, and emotions.

In the area of connection to divine light, I recognize many incredible connections in the past. I also know that I must have a continual weak connection (mostly), because when I lose that connection I feel devastated, as if I lost internet connection to my soul. I do recognize, however, that my connection could be much stronger. I started out on a “dial-up modem”, am now on a very slow “DSL line” – but would love to develop speeds and bandwidth of a high-speed broadband or trunk line.

In the area of traveling lightly, I have proven that I can do this physically, and I am increasingly doing it both emotionally and spiritually, removing unneeded beliefs, perceptions, baggage, etc…, increasingly letting go of unwanted baggage in my imaginary backpack as well.

With regard to my spiritual ideal of being “Enlightened”, how am I doing now?

As I stare at my quiet candle flame, I observe it gently drift with the forces of invisible air currents – the heat/glow of the flame leaning off to one side.

Do mental/spiritual winds blow my spiritual candle slightly off to one side? What does it take to burn pure, straight, reaching directly toward the heavens from a balanced and centered state – with no distractions, no deviations?

To me, spiritual enlightenment signifies transcendence, transformation to higher vibrations, spiritual alchemy, purification, awakening, divine perception, and dancing energy – among other things.

In the area of transcendence, I am not quite sure exactly what I mean. I believe it means to rise above, to overcome, and to vanquish obstacles in a path toward greater spiritual connectedness and attunement. I believe I have transcended countless obstacles in my spiritual path to date. I am learning to love unconditionally one person and one experience at a time. I am learning to release attachments, one belonging (or belief) at a time. I am feeling so free in my journey – a journey that felt as if it began in the face of incredibly daunting odds – odds that felt as if they were insurmountable, stacked against me.

But here I am, today, right here, right now – still mortal, still learning, still growing – but I am so deeply empowered, energized, courageous, and unattached that I cannot be held back.

In the area of transformation to higher energy vibrations, I am doing this one emotion at a time, one belief at a time, one step at a time – and the transformations have been beautiful, amazing, indescribable, filled with abundant pure love and grace. I am so deeply grateful for the transformation in my life – at so many levels and dimensions.

In the case of spiritual alchemy, I see this as transforming heavy emotions, fears, doubts, judgments – transforming them all into the gold of Unconditional Love. While I recognize I am on a path that continues to climb higher and higher into the clouds, my progress is genuine, sincere, and amazing. I could never say where I am in the climb – I only know that I feel like an infant leaving the crib while at the same time I am enjoying beautiful vistas from the highest mountain tops. I will never stop climbing.

In the case of purification, I can only say “ditto” to previous comments. I cannot fathom my goal – but the journey is genuine, pure, and beautiful.

In the case of awakening, I am so much more awake than I have ever been – yet I wonder – how does one measure how asleep they still are? It is a genuine, beautiful journey.

In the case of divine perceptions, my journey for years has been all about shifting perceptions from fear to love – learning to see the world as my personal projection. I am light-years ahead of where I was even six years ago – but who is to say what distance remains?

In the case of dancing energy, it is the dancing that I wish to emphasize – this journey to enlightenment is a joyful, energizing, playful, revitalizing, unforgettable dance with the infinite. I am learning to let Spirit lead while I try to learn the steps and surrender to His lead. I am sometimes two left feet, tripping over my own good intentions.

But amazingly, I feel as if I am finally learning how to dance, how to flow with grace and ease – and joy – from one complicated step to the next …

And the music is beautiful.

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It has been a long day today. It took me just over an hour to transcribe today’s notes from my Moon course of nearly a month ago. As I finish the task, I no longer feel flat – I feel re-energized – ready go back out onto the dance floor – ready to dance another dance with life. I love how meditative writing always reenergizes me.

Thursday, June 24 – 7:15 p.m.

I started out today feeling flat and tired, yet again. I have felt as if I were going through the motions of doing what I am supposed to be doing during these five days of silence – but this morning my heart was running in neutral. Nevertheless, I jump-started myself and pushed forward.

As with the previous two days, today we again meditated on the same general areas, in the same locations, but our question was “If my ideal for X is Y, what do I need to do to get there?” Again, I used meditation notes from Tuesday, May 25, and I would like to share portions of those notes here.

If my ideal for my physical body is “Vitality”, what do I need to do to achieve it?

I believe vitality comes from a healthy and nourished spiritual connection to the infinite Mind. Vitality is merely a projection of the mind.

Nevertheless, I will follow promptings, as given, to care for this physical temple with love. Currently I feel prompted to learn and to begin a consistent yoga practice – mainly for flexibility and breathing with an added side effect of strength. I also engage in hiking, biking, backpacking, and swimming – as prompted.

I will make NO ego based plans here to fix the movie screen. I will fix the projector. I stand firm here in my promptings.

My physical world wants me to focus on presencesmelling leaves and flowers, touching plants, trees, and rocks, feeling their texture and energy,  tasting the savors of foods and liquids, seeing the intricate beauty of everything around me, listening to the sounds that echo through the trees.

Presence is the key to vitality.

Forgiveness, non-attachment, and non-judgment are the keys to vitality.

Love is the key to vitality.

Divine Dancing is the key to vitality.

In other words, emotional, mental, and spiritual ideals are the keys to physical ideals – as the physical is only a projection.

If my ideal emotional state is “Peaceful”, what do I need to do to achieve peace?

For the most part I have already approximated a state of peace. I am very aware of past history, however, and recognize that many situations, especially those involving relationships, have stabbed my peace in the heart.

Each time, however, I have remained true to my wisdom and have fully resolved my emotional tantrum by looking within, taking ownership of my emotions, beliefs, and judgments – shifting them into love and forgiveness of my own projections.

In order to remain in my emotional ideal of peace, I need to be constantly vigilant of internal judgments and feelings – continuing to genuinely do “The Work” (of Byron Katie), always turning everything around with “me as the projector”.

I have no doubts that emotions will continue to surface in my life, but I also have no doubts that I will deal with each and every one – bringing full healing with gratitude for the opportunity to further heal.

If my ideal mental state is “Openness”, what do I need to do to achieve it?

I believe the most critical element here is to continue learning to have no attachments, releasing stale beliefs and possessions, replacing them with new ideas, new growth, new learning, and new creativity.

Attachments keep me stuck in the past, keeping me from having space for anything now.

Not owning feelings, emotions, and situations is also critical – allowing them to flow in, and to then flow out, without personally possessing them.

This step is so integrally tied into my spiritual path that I have a difficult time separating out physical, emotional, mental, and spiritual – only spiritual is real – the others are all projections.

If my ideal is to have spiritual “Enlightenment”, what do I need to do?

This is the key question – the only question that makes sense for today.

All day today I have felt “off”. I have maintained peace and a positive attitude as the observer – but I have felt slightly unsettled in the process, slightly feeling the urge to judge, slightly disconnected – but still observing.

Even remaining in observing mode, however, I have felt the ego emotions trying to sap my strength, my resolve. It is time to reconnect with fire, with the light, with spirit, and with me.

What do I need to do?

I need to uncover every unresolved emotion, good or bad, and bring it to the light.

I need to examine every belief and bring it to the light.

I need to identify every judgment and reflect it in a mirror, bringing it to the light.

I need to lose myself, my ego identity.

I need to draw closer to divine energy through yoga and meditation.

I need to listen to my Spiritual Guides at 3:00 a.m..

I need to learn to astral travel … why? I don’t know.

I need to release attachments – but only ALL of them.

I need to smile more, and to play more.

I need to forget everything I know.

I need to lower my defenses.

And now, back to the present once again …

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Tonight, during our 5:00 p.m. meditation I began in the same manner as I have done throughout the previous three nights – struggling to focus – struggling to quiet my racing mind – feeling disconnected from the light – feeling meditatively challenged – feeling as if I were spinning my wheels and wasting my time.

But my intent and desires were pure. As I continued ignoring the constant stream of pestering thoughts, I suddenly found myself activated in a deeper state of consciousness – a state that once reached I found quite familiar. In this heavily relaxed state, I felt as if my left-brain was mostly quiet, and I was floating peacefully in my more intuitive side.

With today being day three of our retreat, the second half of meditation was focused on oracle cards – with tonight’s cards representing a set of seven different spiritual gifts. Four separate decks of the same seven cards were shuffled and spread out – one deck at each corner of the small pyramid in the center of the larger pyramid temple. With each of us taking turns, we would be drawing one card from each deck – one for “physical”, one for “emotional”, one for “mental”, and one for “spiritual”.

During my last retreat, on Tuesday May 25, I had felt a strong prompting that the “Channeling” card would come up. I have long felt very strong intuition that channeling is a gift that I need to develop and incorporate more fully into my life.

To my disappointment, on that long-ago Tuesday evening, channeling did not come up once in any of my four categories. But as I look back on that particular evening, I also remember having been slightly frustrated and spiritually disconnected. It was the very next morning that I had gone up on the hillside to reconnect with spirit in my own way.

Tonight, as we began our oracle card selections, I was feeling deeply spiritually connected. When I took my turn at the middle of the room, I was quite pleased when the first card that I selected for the physical realm was the spiritual gift of “channeling”. I then moved on to the next deck, representing the emotional realm. To my surprise, after following deep intuitions, I again drew the same “channeling” card. As I moved on to the third deck, representing the mental realm, I was shocked when after carefully connecting with my feelings, I again randomly selected the “channeling” card.

As I approached the fourth deck, representing the spiritual realm, I was eerily wondering if the “channeling” card would come up four times in a row, but in this fourth deck I selected the “healing” card.

My mathematical/statistical skills are quite rusty, but if memory serves me, the odds of randomly selecting three “channeling” cards in a row would be about 1 chance out of 343 (7 x 7 x 7) possible choices. I could only giggle as I contemplated that the Universe was confirming to me that yes, “Channeling” is an important part of my future. I also find it quite comforting to recognize the importance of being spiritually/meditatively connected when following intuition.

I don’t necessarily see tonight’s oracle card session as anything other than a fun message from spirit. No matter what cards I had drawn, I would still have known that “channeling” is an important part of my path – but in some special way, tonight’s experience had a way of energizing my resolve to immerse myself more fully in the Sun Course retreat – to lower my defenses – to forget everything I know – and to believe in the possibilities.

Friday, June 25 – 7:00 p.m.

Over the past few days, I have started to collect extremely itchy bug bites again – on my hips, belly, back, under my left ear, right elbow, etc. I haven’t decided yet what I will do with my special collection, other than scratch and itch – plus practice self-control.

I’m definitely not following the letter of the law when it comes to silence during these past four days. Strictly speaking, I’m not supposed to speak at all. In a more comprehensive spirit of the law interpretation, I am not supposed to communicate with others in any way – I am supposed to be with me and myself, period. This also includes not listening to music and not reading books for distraction, etc…

I believe that I am mostly following the spirit of the law – but I am finding it necessary to talk occasionally – ever so briefly – during my lunch meals. I am eating in various restaurants that do not know that I am in silence. It is pretty awkward to order food without communicating with the waitress. I could try writing notes, but I see absolutely no difference between writing a note and simply speaking the words – both are simple forms of communication – I feel that both are the same in the eyes of spirit. So yes, I am silent ninety-nine percent of the time, but I am not being obsessive about rules.

I rather like the silence. In the past year, I have had many a day when I was by myself and I hardly spoke to another living soul. It is a great way to go deeper – to connect with spirit – to connect with my soul. One problem, however, is that I am taking things too seriously and forgetting to smile again. I constantly find myself needing to remind myself to lighten up, smile a big smile, and to fill my heart with peaceful and joyful feelings of unconditional love.

Today, our meditation assignments were once again quite similar, but our questions for the day dealt with the obstacles that prevent us from reaching our ideals. As I have been doing all week, I found my notes from last month quite appropriate, and rather than making new ones, I have simply meditated on the old ones. Again, I feel a desire to record these old notes in my journal.

What is it that stops me from progressing toward my physical ideal of “Vitality”?

Sleep battles – unexplainable resistance to getting up on mornings when I have no commitments to others.

Beliefs about the dream/illusory nature of this physical world – believing it is a mental projection, and that the source of my vitality is in the mental/spiritual realms. Is this unhealthy denial?

Exercise for me has never been fun by myself (except for hiking), and I resist the commitment of time and money toward a gymnasium.

Other priorities, often of a spiritual nature, call for my time and focus.

Resistance/laziness – sometimes I just prefer downtime.

What is it that stops me from progressing toward my emotional ideal of “Peacefulness”?

Judgment and projection – it is still so easy to begin to blame someone else for how I’m feeling.

Attachment to the way something “ought” to be, “should” be, or “shouldn’t” be. This is probably the number one item that comes up in my present journey as I come across such a wide variety of behaviors and cultures.

Beliefs from long ago that no longer serve me, that grab me, holding me stuck in the past. “I see only the past” (from A Course In Miracles).

Confusion – “I am never upset for the reason I think.” (from A Course In Miracles).

But one thing is sure. I am 100% committed and growing one stumble at a time.

What is it that stops me from progressing toward my mental ideal of “Openness”?

Comfort zone / status quo – It feels very comfortable to live in the known and to ignore ideas that are new and different.

Thinking I know something keeps me from looking at other alternatives.

Shyness keeps me from exploring some people and/or cultural options.

Living in the past – if I have an old prompting, it is easy to think or believe that it still applies to today also – and I stop asking for new guidance.

Failure to ask for new guidance.

Lack of curiosity about new ideas and things.

Jumping to conclusions based on appearance – before connecting.

Judgment (my own) shuts me down in an instant.

Lack of centeredness keeps me spiritual closed down.

What is it that stops me from progressing toward my spiritual ideal of “Enlightenment”?

It is a process through which I am passing as rapidly as my inner guidance carries me. My intent is genuine and pure, but I know I could maybe do more …

Fear of being enlightened and what that might subsequently change in my life.

Doubts about my abilities and worthiness.

Separation thoughts – ego still lives in me, wanting a separate identity.

Judgmental reactions – ever so smaller, but just as impeding and potent.

Experiences – it is not more head knowledge that I need – it is more personal experiences with the divine.

Time – I can only progress at the rate that promptings are given to me.

Lack of constant focus.

I am too serious.

I cannot plan enlightenment. The only way to get there is to surrender personal identity and allow spirit to guide and flow through me in every instant.

Tiredness / laziness / discouragement could all be seen as obstacles, but they are really just manifestations of feeling disconnected from the light.

The only real obstacle is being disconnected from the light.

Sunday, June 27 – 9:15 a.m.

The retreat officially ended last night in a beautiful ceremony in the main pyramid temple. There were over thirty of us, all dressed in white, crowded into the temple. Eight of us who are just beginning the Sun course were seated around the center circle of the pyramid, while graduating members of the present Moon course, previous Sun Course members, and staff were all spread around the outside circle of the room.

I find it hard to believe that this week has gone so quickly. Today is a free day – no yoga, and tonight’s meditation is just for the new Moon Course that begins today.

Much of yesterday was spent in dealing with my growing problem with alien bug invaders. As of yesterday morning, I had almost fifty horribly itching bites spread around various parts of my body. I finally approached Irma in the office and wrote her a note about my bites while showing her some of the worst ones on my right arm and legs.

Within ten minutes my mattress was outside on the lawn, being sprayed with bug spray. As I went back an hour later to smell the mattress, I realized that the unpleasant scent would still be quite strong, even by evening – so I boldly asked Irma (via a note) if it would be possible to swap mattresses with a different and currently empty room. She resisted at first, but finally gave in to my request.

Early yesterday afternoon, I researched bed bugs at the internet café. I believe that is what has been biting me. Using my blow dryer on its highest settings, I carefully applied extreme heat to the wooden bed frame in my room, hotly cooking all of the cracks and crevasses, hoping to kill any eggs that might be hiding there.

But now I have a different intuition which is telling me the problem was not my mattress or bed frame at all.

Mid-way through the Moon Course, I had been cold at night and had taken a second blanket from a stash of unused blankets in the building where I was staying. For several days, I noticed that I was beginning to get new bug bites. At that time, I had an intuitive feeling to get rid of my second (newly acquired) blanket, and as soon as I did so, my bites had ceased.

Yesterday, Irma and Maria took away my old bedding, including a white and fluffy – but worn out – flimsy cotton quilt. Memory and intuition now tell me that this is the same batting-filled quilt that I had used for a few days during the Moon Course when I was beginning to get bitten. I think the bed bugs could be living and laying their eggs in that quilt.

I have to giggle at how silly this sounds, but last night before going to bed I inventoried every one of my bites, circling each with an blue pen. There were 49 in total.

Then, I slept with only a sheet and a sweatshirt. I was cool by the wee hours of the morning, but I survived the temperatures. To my delight, as I re-inventoried my body this morning, I did not have a single additional bite. Yippee!!! Alien bug problem temporarily solved.

During yesterday’s final daytime meditations, we meditated on four questions about “light”. As usual, I focused my meditation on my previously-written words. As I close out my journal entries regarding these first five days of silence (which are now over), I would like to include these notes that I wrote last month.

We had four questions on which to meditate, but I combined the first two into a single set of meditation notes.

Where is the light? … and … How is the light manifest?

The light is the essence of everything. It is in our bodies, being the pure energy essence of our consciousness. It is in our blood, our nerves, and our cells – in everything.

The light flows freely, completely, through all plant life. It is the very essence that brings life to the plants.

The light is the energy vibration that flows through all matter – rocks, crystals, metals, water, and fire. The entire earth is a manifestation of projected light. The entire universe and everything in it are created by different frequencies of vibrating light.

The light is in our mind, our thoughts. It is the very essence of awareness – of being.

Light flows through what appears to be empty space. Unless manifest, it is invisible to the human eye. The manifestation occurs when light reflects and/or bounces off slower moving energy – which is also light.

Light manifests as joy, unconditional love, pure penetrating peace. Light is ever present, never absent. Even when we do not see it or feel it, light is ever here – now.

Light is the essence of life, of consciousness. Light is my divine connection to my source. Light is my source. I am light. I am my source. Light is. I am.

Light is all there is. I am all there is. Light flows through all dimensions. It needs no permission, no approval. It is all penetrating, ever present, ever flowing – joyfully, peacefully, and lovingly.

Light manifests as heat. Light manifests as colors. Light manifests as joyful emotion, intense peace, powerful connectedness, undeniable well-being.

Even though light is always present, if it is unrecognized by us, we feel separate, agitated, competitive, jealous, fearful, grieving, sadness, anxiousness. Recognized light brings Universal oneness, unconditional love, unconditional joy and connectedness. Judgment is impossible in the presence of recognized light, as is fear, hate, etc… Forgiveness is impossible in the presence of recognized light, because we recognize that there is nothing to be judged.

Light manifests as vibrating energy, and also in waves. Both penetrate absolutely everything.

Light manifests as the tiniest filament of a spider web – or as the largest granite mountain, as the tiniest organism, or as the blue whale.

Light is recognized or ignored, but light simply IS – always.

Light is flowers, light is thorns.

Light is the Dali Lama – light is Adolf Hitler.

Light is a waterfall – light is an earthquake.

Light is a snowflake – light is mud.

Light is a thick strawberry shake – light is arsenic poison.

Light is a unicorn – light is a dragon.

Light is understood – light is misunderstood.

Light is fireworks – light is a mortar shell.

Light is both extremes of everything – light is NOT dualistic.

Light is beauty – light is ugliness – both are the same.

When do I feel disconnected from the light?

  • When I begin to judge others as separate from myself – judging them as either better or worse than myself.
  • When I enter a state of spiritual arrogance.
  • When I am tired, anxious, or stressed.
  • When I try to make a decision without first seeking spiritual guidance.
  • When someone I love is arguing or yelling.
  • When I allow fear to enter my awareness.
  • When I reflect on the opinions of others (regarding me).
  • When I worry about “roles” in life, and what family may think of me if I do not fulfill those “roles”.
  • When I neglect my spiritual centering, meditating, writing.
  • When my body is sick or achy or wobbly.
  • When I live in the past or in the future.
  • When feeling perfectionistic or competitive (with attachment).
  • When in social situations where I feel inadequate.
  • When I am resisting a clear prompting.
  • When I am being bitten by mosquitoes, spiders, ants, etc…
  • When I am attached to something.
  • When I think I know something.
  • When following the rules to the letter of the law.

What can I do to reconnect with the light?

  • Spiritual “mountain time”
  • Sing inspiring songs
  • Repeat my mission statement with purpose
  • Listen to music
  • Talk with a spiritual friend
  • Meditate
  • Write in my journal or my blog
  • Do “the work” of Byron Katie
  • Process emotions
  • Follow a prompting with blind faith
  • Record and interpret dreams
  • Center myself in the moment
  • Attend a retreat or participate in a spiritual service
  • Get a third degree burn in the Yucatan jungles
  • Live in a Mayan village
  • Receive Reiki, massage, cranial sacral, or acupuncture
  • Yoga
  • Journey (workshop)
  • Travel alone or with spiritual friends
  • Watch an inspiring movie
  • Read a great book
  • Hold a newborn baby
  • Cuddle a kitten or a puppy
  • Hug a tree
  • Send love to others in my thoughts
  • Lose myself in unconditionally loving service
  • Meditate on gratitude for wonderful blessings
  • Eat something absolutely scrumptious and delicious
  • Sit in the warm sun
  • Soak in a hot tub
  • Look at something beautiful
  • Find beauty in everything
  • Play with my grandchildren
  • Hear birds singing
  • Watch animals play
  • Take photographs
  • Release all attachments
  • Forget everything I know
  • Lower my defenses
  • Remember to laugh
  • Break free of the rules
  • Remember A Course In Miracles workbook lessons: I am never upset for the reason I think; Would you rather be right or happy? I see only the past; I do not know what this is for.

And now back to the present again …

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As I finish up this first week at the Sun Course, I am invigorated and excited to dive into the experiences which begin tomorrow. As of last night, I still have not officially met everyone in the Sun Course, because we have not been able to speak or to socialize with each other. After our ceremonies last night were complete, I had the opportunity to briefly get to know a few of my fellow course-mates, and I look forward to getting to know them all very well.

In those conversations my soul was re-energized, my heart re-ignited. I am committed to approach the next three months with a joyful attitude of non-attachment. I will be fully willing and committed to the experience without expecting any particular outcome.

Tomorrow morning, right after 7:00 a.m. Yoga, we have our first official class with Chaty.

To infinity and beyond …

Copyright © 2010 by Brenda Larsen, All Rights Reserved

Sun Spots: Episode 1

June 22nd, 2010

 
(As per my post “Finding The Balance”, all of my blog entries up through the end of my Sun Course (Sept 21) will be raw journal entries. I want to continue writing, but will not have the time to do so in my normal manner.)

Saturday, June 19 – 4:45 a.m.

My travels from Xela to San Marcos yesterday morning went very smoothly – only an hour and a half bus ride and a forty minute boat ride. By shortly after 11:00 a.m. I was checked into my new temporary home at Posada Schuman. This is a different room than I had before, and as I checked out the bed, it reminded me of a slab of concrete with a thin yoga mat on top. The old me would have refused to consider sleeping on such a bed. The new me simply smiled and said “I can do this.”

I walked over to Las Piramides to reconnect with the energy. I stopped by the office to talk to Irma. It looks like there will be about six or seven of us in the Sun Course. To my surprise, I learned that we are starting at the exact same time that the present Moon Course will enter their silence. This will be quite interesting, starting out the Sun Course without being able to talk for the first five days.

I asked Irma when she wanted me to pay, and she responded that “Now would be good.” I was anxious to get rid of the 12,000 Quetzales (about $1,500 US) that I have been carrying around, so I ran back to my hotel room to grab my secret stash of money – money that has taken me six trips to the ATM to collect over the last few weeks. The $500 per month fee covers a place to sleep and all of my classes – quite a good deal. Paying the money up front gave me a great sense of peace – knowing that the money is nonrefundable – knowing that have I essentially committed myself once and for all to stay for the full Sun Course. I know it will be an incredible experience.

After taking care of business, I stopped by the Blue Lily Café to talk to my friend Kathleen (the owner). After quick hugs, she told me that she was running off to San Pedro to watch England play in the World Cup. I have been amazed at how the people in Guatemala and Mexico are so into the World Cup competitions. Everywhere I go over the last few weeks, I see people gathered around televisions, cheering on their favorite teams. I am even starting to pay attention and to feel the spirit of their energy myself.

As Kathleen gave me a quick see-ya-later hug, she introduced me to her helper, Christina – a lady who had served me a juice smoothy during my Moon Course silence and partial fast. I had a delightful conversation with Christina. She has been living in San Marcos for a couple of months now, and I was fascinated to learn about a few of her travel experiences in Mexico. In her own way, she is on her own unique journey of learning about herself through her travels. I am quite interested to see where/if this friendship leads.

After lunch, I took a walk around San Marcos to re-connect with the city. As I neared the river channel where the severe flooding from Tropical Storm Agatha took place, I was surprised to see the work in progress. The lower half of the river below the main bridge has been mostly dug out, and huge (and I mean huge) piles of rocks are piled all over the sides of the channel. Just above the bridge, a large caterpillar back hoe worked busily, beginning to remove huge boulders from that part of the plugged up river channel. I watched with fascination as the work continued for more than an hour. Water continues to flow over the top of the bridge, as the path under the bridge itself remains completely plugged by rocks and mud. As I observed the continuing cleanup, my emotions filled with memories of how I felt on Sunday May 30, the day that I first surveyed the damage – the day that I left San Marcos to go find refuge in San Pedro.

A while later, as I walked through the soccer field below, I noticed several men and boys sifting through the mud, collecting small gravel in buckets. Later I noticed several men carrying large sacks filled with medium sized rocks, with the weight suspended from their heads. It warmed my heart to see how some of the people are using the same rocks that destroyed part of their village to now provide building materials for another part of their village.

After my explorations I sat on a wooden chair on my small porch reading “The Mystical Qabalah”, I was shocked to see my friend-to-be “Sandra” walk down the stairs from above. She is in the room directly above me. I first met her on my first day of the Moon Course. She had been living in the same room that I moved into, and I had found out later that she is from Australia, and is dear friends with Stephen’s son – Stephen being the man that I befriended during my own Moon Course. Sandra will be starting the Sun Course with me on Monday. I just adore her, and have the suspicion that we will become friends over the course of the next three months.

A while later I was also very surprised to see another Sandra (#2) – a white-haired woman from the States who has been doing the present Sun Course. She and Stephen had talked quite a bit, but I had never gotten to know her until we had a short chat on the day that I left to relocate to San Pedro. On that day, Sandra temporarily broke her silence to chat with me, and that conversation had been quite valuable for both of us – she discussing her own frustrations and me discussing my resistance and promptings about doing the Sun Course.

Last night, Sandra #2 looked so much more alive than I have ever seen her. I was very surprised to learn that she had made the difficult decision to withdraw from the Sun Course just two weeks before completing it. We discussed her reasons, many of which have been my own fears – but I could see that for her, her decision to leave had been a very good one. She has grown tremendously from her experiences, but knew it was time to move on – to San Cristobal de las Casas of all places – the same place I visited last week. (Coincidence??)

As I talked to Sandra #2, I again had a few doubts enter my mind about whether the Sun Course is right for me. I felt a warm sense of peace in knowing that my money is already paid, and I am fully committed – there is no backing out without loosing $1,500. I am “all in” – knowing that my experience will be a unique and personal one – quite different than that of anyone else, and I am still anxious to see where Spirit guides me. Right before leaving, Sandra mentioned that she has a very comfortable prepaid room that would be available for the next three nights, since she is leaving early Saturday morning and was unable to get a refund.

“I would take you up on your offer.” I told her, “But I have already prepaid for four nights in my own room here at Posada Schuman.

As 5:30 p.m. came and went, I decided it was time to go find dinner. To my surprise, as I walked over to Ganesh restaurant to check it out, I bumped into Sandra #2 who was waiting to return a book to a friend. I felt prompted to tell her that I was interested in checking out her free room, even though I might not get a refund for my own. To make a long story short, I liked her room but felt a very weird energy from the hotel staff. I then went and talked to the manager of my own hotel and got the run around about the possibility of a refund. When I returned to find Sandra and tell her that my heart is telling me to stay at my own hotel, we decided to do dinner together.

I think the Universe set up the whole situation, just to get us together to talk more – to get to know each other a little better. Of all places, we ended up going to the Japanese restaurant – the same restaurant that had been severely damaged during the flooding three weeks ago. Even though the outdoor eating area had been covered with mud and rocks, the buildings themselves had suffered very little damage, and the restaurant had reopened earlier this week. Sandra and I had a delightful discussion as we shared elements from our respective Spiritual paths. Toward the end of our discussion we exchanged emails. I have no idea if we will actually remain in contact, but I feel as if we were guided together last night for a reason. Regardless of what that reason might be, I left dinner with a deep sense of peace and clarity regarding my upcoming Sun Course experience.

Shortly after 3:30 a.m. this morning, I found myself reviewing yesterday’s events, writing a journal entry in my head. “This is silly” I told myself, I’ll just get up and write it so my brain will stop racing.

While the bed has been extremely hard, I have actually slept quite well up to this point. I have the distinct feeling that I ate dinner with my friend Pyper last night – it must have been a dream – it had to have been a dream. But the strange thing is that I don’t remember last night’s dreams. In fact, since leaving the Moon Course three weeks ago I have made no effort whatsoever to practice dreaming or trying to Astral travel – I have been too weak, too tired, too rebellious. Now, just two days before beginning the Sun Course, I feel a renewed energy to start over – a new burst of enthusiasm to put my heart and soul into the effort.

And now, back to bed …

Sunday, June 20 – 8:10 a.m.

I went to Panajachel yesterday. I needed more money from the ATM and there were also a few critical supplies – such as a large bottle of peanut butter, a straw mat, and a decent flashlight – that I needed to purchase.

I had an interesting experience on the morning boat ride. As we were taking on more passengers, I began to turn and stand up to move to a bench further back in the boat. As I was preparing to scoot backward, a Mayan woman beside me poked me very hard in the side. When I glanced to look at her, she scowled at me with an angry hateful expression and pointed to her foot. My shoe was directly on top of her foot, which I had mistaken for the bottom of the boat. I felt very bad and immediately moved my foot and apologized. The woman just scowled at me with hatred in her eyes and would not acknowledge my apologetic words. She turned her head and ignored me for the rest of the journey, never speaking a word. As she left the boat at the next village, I wanted to make eye contact and smile at her, but she would not even look at me.

The “old me” would have felt horrible at her reaction to my apology. I would have felt misjudged by her. I would have felt devastated by the fact that someone could hate me so much and I would have desperately wanted to do something to change her opinion of me.

The “new me” realized that her judgments had absolutely nothing to do with me personally. Something is going on in her life that has made her very upset, and for one reason or another she is most likely carrying a huge grudge towards foreigners, projecting that hatred onto me. I simply smiled inside and energetically sent loving energy in her direction, knowing there was nothing else that I could do to release her from her own pain.

I spent much of the rest of Saturday pondering the issue, wondering what might have happened to her to make her react with such a “call for love” – wondering what I can do radiate more genuine love in her direction.

On a more positive note, I changed rooms at Posada Schuman yesterday afternoon. The bed in my new room is the perfect softness … yippee.

As I sit here on my soft bed typing, I realize that it was exactly three weeks ago at this very moment when I was first walking around San Marcos, surveying the aftermath of Tropical Storm Agatha. This simple thought brings back the many deep emotions that I felt as I witnessed the paralyzing damage to many of the local peoples’ homes and property. I can only imagine the struggle that many people here must still go through as they attempt to pick up the pieces of their lives – yet life does appear to be going on in a mostly normal fashion all around me.

I cannot help but recognize my own vulnerability – and the continued vulnerability of the local people – as I contemplate the situation here in Guatemala. Another tropical storm formed just off the western coast of Guatemala yesterday morning. A quick glance at the weather maps last night showed that this particular storm is moving away from Guatemala, out into the vast Pacific. But hurricane season has just begun, and the rainy season will continue on for four or five additional months.

I feel a deep sense of peace, knowing that all will be well in my own life no matter what does or does not happen … but my heart goes out to the local people, many of whom must feel a deep sense of fear and vulnerability at every hint of additional severe rains.

Sunday, June 21 – 7:30 p.m.

I just got back from dinner with Sandra from Australia – the same Sandra who will be entering the Sun Course with me tomorrow. (The Sandra #2 that I ate dinner with on Friday left for Mexico on Saturday Morning). I have to laugh at the parallels between tonight and Friday night – same names – one Sandra just left the Sun Course, one is just beginning – same Japanese restaurant – great conversations – and both evenings ended with a wet walk on dark muddy and winding paths through the aftermath of a heavy cloudburst.

It was a beautiful evening, filled with amazing spiritual and connecting conversation. During the course of two and a half hours, we both shared much of our life stories and our respective spiritual journeys. The discussion was nonstop, inspired and electrifying stories shared on both sides.

I am amazed at how calm and peaceful I am now when I feel a prompting to share about the gender struggles in my life – I am no longer sharing anything shocking or shameful – I am simply telling stories about past events in my life that have helped shape me to be who I am today.

I am thoroughly amazed by the spiritual depth and wisdom of Sandra. She is only 23 and is already immersed in a deep and meaningful spiritual journey. The stories she shared about recent dreams and meditation experiences were deeply inspiring to me, refueling my soul on the eve of what I know is going to be an amazing three month journey into the unknown of my soul.

Tomorrow it all begins, but I will remain present. Tonight I am excited to immerse myself in meditation, being willing and making myself open to whatever experiences may come my way.

Monday, June 21 – 6:50 p.m.

Today has been a very interesting day. While I have made several attempts at meditation, both last night and today, I have had a difficult time in doing so – mostly because of an over-stimulated chattering mind that quickly swings between the extremes of active and energetic to the other extreme of sleepy exhaustion – mostly skipping the middle ground.

I had to laugh at lunch early this afternoon. I came away with a new appreciation for the term “Mom and Pop restaurant.” I walked into a tiny restaurant on the edge of town. As I checked out the menu, “Garlic chicken” sounded extremely yummy. I have decided to not maintain a vegetarian diet during the Sun Course. When I ordered my chicken, the sweet Mayan woman looked slightly concerned. I asked if she had chicken, and she indicated that there was no problem – she would get some. She stepped outside to find someone, then came back and picked up her one-year-old, strapped him to her back with a large swath of colorful fabric and said “If I leave him he will crawl out into the street.”

The woman disappeared out the front entrance with her baby, leaving me alone in the restaurant. A minute later, she returned and slipped back into the kitchen. About twenty minutes later I learn that the husband has been out shopping for chicken when he comes into the restaurant, approaches my table, and tells me “We’re going to have to change your order. I was not able to find any chicken.”

I just smiled and ordered the vegetarian spaghetti. As the wife began to boil the pasta, I ordered a Sprite. The husband again disappeared out the front door and returned another ten minutes later with a cool (not cold) can of Sprite which I can only assume he must have gone to a tiny store down the street to purchase.

I just giggled inside as I waited for my meal, realizing that this restaurant is so tiny and has so few customers that they most likely cannot afford to keep less-common foods in stock, nor can they go to the luxury of partially preparing any food before a customer shows up.

I loved my delicious oversize plate of spaghetti covered with tomato sauce, broccoli, boiled potatoes, tomatoes, and boiled carrots. It was actually quite yummy.

My Sun Course officially started this evening, about two hours ago. Apparently, this is the first time ever that a Sun Course has started on the exact same day that a Moon Course was going into their five days of silence (yes I did six days, but most groups only do five) – and whenever a Moon Course is in Silence, the Sun Course always joins them. It will seem quite strange – and actually quite special – to be in complete silence during the first five days of the Sun Course. We will not start any classes for another week.

Tonight we had a spiritual ceremony to begin our five days of silence. There are eight of us in our Sun Course, and we all dressed in white. First we completed a 30 minute silent meditation. Then Chaty passed a candle around, asking us to one one-by-one transfer the flame to our own personal candle as we verbally dedicated our retreat to something external outside of ourselves. As I lit my candle, I dedicated my retreat experience to the spiritual enlightenment of our planet. The rest of the ceremony was filled with symbolism as we focused energy on our intentions for the next five days.

As we continued meditating tonight, I found myself still struggling with mental chatter and feeling spiritually disconnected. Suddenly, my memory flashed to a simple statement made by one of my favorite seminar givers – Greg Braden. The message “Feeling is the prayer” flashed repeatedly through my mind. I realized that up until that moment I was being quite resistant, analytical, and serious, still questioning my reasons for participating in the Sun Course.

Immediately, I began to imagine myself in my most unconditionally loving state – bringing to memory images of my grandchildren – two of whom are recent newborns whom I have not even met. Then I imagined the group of some of my closest spiritually-minded friends who held an amazing sendoff gathering for me exactly one year and ten days ago. I immersed myself in the same deep feeling of intense unconditionally loving emotion that I felt during that beautiful night when my “Brenda’s Bicycles” journey began.

As I imagined and allowed these loving emotions to flow through me, I immediately began to feel a rush of spiritual energy tingling throughout my body – a feeling that continues even now as I write about the experience that occurred just a little over an hour ago. It is so easy to forget that the most important thing I can do when approaching a meditation or a prayer is to lighten-up and to simply generate the gratitude-filled emotions that make me feel so connected.

I realize that I have been approaching my Sun Course in such a serious and defensive manner that I have completely forgotten to simply immerse myself in a joyous and loving experience – with no expectations whatsoever. With all of my heart, I hope I can remember this deep flash of insight throughout the next three months: “The most important thing I can do in this retreat is to radiate love in every situation, to experience the fullness of innocent joy in my heart, and to simply allow the rest to happen all by itself.”

Copyright © 2010 by Brenda Larsen, All Rights Reserved

Finding The Balance

June 17th, 2010

Ever since my first week of participation in the Moon Course at Las Piramides del Ka, I have found myself immersed in a state of deep struggle regarding my blog.

This past year of adventure and spiritual growth has been amazingly beautiful, and I have been more than passionate about maintaining my writing at the highest level of my ability. In so many ways, writing has been the catalyst that has fueled my journey, helping me to solidify my internal healing in ways that would not have been possible in any other way.

For this reason, my decision to temporarily suspend writing during the second week of the Moon Course was an extremely difficult one to make. With all of my heart I wanted to continue my narratives – but at the same time my feelings were desperately crying out for me to fully immerse every second of my precious time into present moment experiences. Immediately after suspending my writing efforts, my heart peacefully confirmed that I had made the perfect decision.

As I finished the Moon Course and spent two weeks recovering from a potent stomach/intestinal bug, finding the strength and determination to resume my writing was a difficult endeavor. It required every ounce of willpower and energy that I could muster. Physical weakness had a way of draining both my resolve and my passion. It was only through sheer determination that I found the energy to bring my blog back up to date.

But it was not just the physical weakness – I was also dealing with the consequences of Tropical Storm Agatha. In an effort to find a place with functioning water and electricity, I moved to a hotel in the larger and less-devastated nearby town of San Pedro, where I spent nearly a week just trying to regain the ability to hold down a plate of white rice and a few bananas.

Several days after a few of the washed-out, mudslide-covered roads out of Lake Atitlan began to reopen – after I felt barely strong enough to travel – I ventured out on a tourist shuttle and set up a new temporary home in the city of Antigua. It was there where I finally found the physical and emotional strength to catch up my blog.

On June 10, my Guatemalan tourist visa expired. I had several options to choose from regarding how to renew my visa, but I felt a deep desire to briefly get away from Guatemala and to rejuvenate my energy by playing for a few days – so I opted to take a delightful trip to the state of Chiapas, Mexico.

After choosing a beautiful hotel in the mountain-top Mexican city of San Cristobal de las Casas, I gave myself much-deserved permission to spend four delightful days while simply being a tourist, freeing myself from all obligatory feelings to document the journey.

On June 15, I retraced my steps back to Guatemala and have since spent two full days in Xela – the same city where I studied Spanish for a week in April. While here, I have been working on final preparations to begin the Sun Course this coming Monday, June 21.

But at the same time, my internal struggle regarding my writing has resurfaced with a vengeance.

To Write or Not To Write

That is definitely the question.

Anxiety and stress have built up in my soul as I have wrestled with this deep dilemma, unable to come up with a satisfactory answer.

There is no doubt in my mind that not writing during my Moon Course was the perfect decision. Many beautiful experiences came my way that most likely would have been missed had I been focusing my energy on external communication.

There is also no doubt in my mind that during my upcoming three-month Sun Course, full immersion of my energies into this new experience will be every bit as critical. Excessive outside distractions will definitely have a limiting impact on my ability to achieve maximum internal growth.

But my heart cries out that I simply cannot go for three entire months without writing – my internal passions to communicate are far too strong to suppress.

I know I can’t write … yet I know I must write.

In the midst of this internal battle, writing has begun to feel like an unwanted obligation – something I subconsciously resent.

What to do?

The Gift Of Time

This afternoon, in a beautiful Skype conversation with my dear friend Susan in Arizona, she helped to guide and expose the answer from deep within my own heart.

My present stress comes from the fact that my current style of writing is extremely time consuming.

Up until now, I have been blessed with the luxury of time. If I spent eight amazing days in a Mayan village in southwestern Belize, I was then free to spend another eight energizing days simply immersing myself into the spirit of writing about those incredible experiences. There was no time-based stress as I allowed the words to flow effortlessly through my fingertips – no time-critical events going on around me in which I felt an internal drive to participate. I was free to fully immerse myself in the passion of writing.

Time For A Change

Even though I often feel as if the words are frequently being channeled through me rather than coming from my brain – the perfectionist in me is still not satisfied until my writing is completely polished.  A ten-page blog entry can easily take as many as eight to ten hours of dedicated effort. Up until now, my ego has insisted that everything I write has to be in a state where it could potentially be published – perfect grammar – no redundant words or phrases – painting a vivid emotional image with well placed adjectives and adverbs.

But during the Sun Course, I will have no such gift of “abundant spare time”.

While hashing through my emotions with Susan, the answer gradually became quite obvious.

“It is NOT time for me to stop writing again … It is time for me to change my writing style.”

Journal versus Finished Product

I have long maintained in my heart that I would be writing, even if I believed that no one else in the world was actually reading my words.

For me, my blog has literally become my journal, and my writing has been an incredibly effective means of rehashing my experiences in a meaningful manner that solidifies internal growth and personal insights.

Yet I have to admit that if I were simply writing a journal entry, I would spend far less time in doing so. In my private journal I would not concern myself in any way with the outside reader, I would not concern myself with a quest for literary perfection – I would not edit the wording of my thoughts based on what someone else might think – and I would simply record the songs of my heart in response to daily spiritual growth and experiences.

“What would happen if I were to simply write my blog as real Journal Entries?” I have repeatedly asked myself.

The answer is obvious. I would feel passionate about continued writing during my three-month Sun Course. I would make frequent posts without feeling any of the pressure associated with literary perfection. I could speak my heart – my truth – freely and openly without feeling obligation or stress. And I could do so with minimal time commitment, with minimal interruption to my activities in the Sun Course.

A New Commitment

So there you have it. In just four short days I will immerse myself in a three-month commitment to the Sun Course at Las Piramides del Ka.

My first commitment to myself is that I will focus my heart and soul into a full spirit-of-the-law immersion into present-moment living as the experiences of the Sun Course unfold around me.

My second commitment is that I will keep a detailed journal on my laptop regarding significant growth and insights. The writing may often be quite raw, and sometimes minimal and lacking in visual detail, but I will capture my emotional and spiritual experiences in a way that is meaningful to me.

My third commitment is that at periodic intervals – intervals that are yet unknown – I will publish these journal entries on my blog for anyone to read who cares to vicariously share in my growth and insights.

Yes, I feel as if I have finally found a balanced solution to which my heart can joyously sing.

I will write … and I will post … and I will do so as directed by the flowing passions in my heart.

Copyright © 2010 by Brenda Larsen, All Rights Reserved

Photos – Antigua to Chiapas

June 17th, 2010

After finishing my “Moon Course” writing in Antigua, Guatemala, I faced a small decision regarding how to renew my Guatemalan tourist visa, which was expiring on June 10.

The most fun option seemed to be a short trip back to Mexico, after which I would return to Guatemala with a fresh 90 days in preparation for my time at the Sun Course back in San Marcos La Laguna.

While in Mexico, I gave myself permission to simply be a tourist for a few days — going on three tours during my four days in the Mexican state of Chiapas. Following are some of my photos during this interim break in my activities.

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Antigua, Guatemala

While in Antigua, I was still quite tired as I continued recovering from a weak stomach. I did very little while there other than publish four blog entries and explore the local area enough to locate food. The only photos I took were right at my hotel itself.

This is a photo take on the balcony of my hotel, directly in front of my second-floor room. My bedroom, on my immediate left, is not visible in this photo. The beautiful view is of “Volcan Agua” (Water Volcano) that towers over the landscape at this end of Antigua. This volcano is not active — unlike the active Pacaya Volcano not too far from Antigua, the same one that blew its top a few weeks ago, dumping a few feet of ash on Guatemala City.

This photo (also taken from my hotel balcony) is of a small evangelical church directly across the street. They held some quite animated services in this little church. It kind of reminded me of my time in the Mayan Village of Santa Elena in Belize.

One final view from my hotel balcony. This area of Antigua is beautifully maintained and clean. The streets are cobblestone, the buildings are painted, garbage is collected, and the people are very friendly.

I had heard great comments about Antigua before arriving, giving me the impression that Antigua would be more like a European city. To me it simply felt like a very well maintained, but quite typical, Guatemalan city.

Chiapas, Mexico

The Mexican State of Chiapas is directly adjacent to the western edge of northern Guatemala. A look at a map shows that Chiapas is the most southern area of all of Mexico, even further south than the Yucatan area.

I was waiting for my tourist shuttle at 5:00 a.m. in Antigua. We changed to a diffrent bus mid morning as we joined up with more passengers. Then we changed to yet another mini-van at the Guatemala/Mexico border after passing through customs. The whole trip took over 13  hours — much longer than we had been told.

While waiting around at the Guatemala border, a lady on my bus (from Taiwan) seemed obsessed with my long hair. She asked if she could do something with it and I said no, thanks, but that is not necessary. Ten seconds later she began braiding and I just smiled as I allowed her. She created this very interesting braid all across the back of my head. Later that evening, I took this self-photo in a mirror. As you can see, my hair is now a mix of salt-and-pepper grey and a yellowish blonde. I have not had it cut or colored in nearly eight months (other than trimming my own bangs).

San Cristobal De Las Casas

My main home-base while in Chiapas was the beautiful city of San Cristobal de las Casas. I arrived here late on June 10 and left early in the morning on June 15, giving me four full days to simply enjoy my time and to play tourist.

This is one of my many beautiful views from the balcony of my hotel in San Cristobal De Las Casas, Chiapas, Mexico. My hotel was built on the side of a hill, and my room was among the few at the absolute highest level of the hotel. It was quite the climb up steep steps to get to my room — great exercise, but difficult since I was still dealing with a slightly weak feeling.

Another view from my balcony, this one looking down. Directly below is a patio level about half way up the hotel’s hill. Further below at the top of the photo are rooftops of nearby homes and businesses. The photo is slightly deceptive, as i used a zoom, so distances are not as they appear.

A view of my hotel as seen from a city street about 1/2 block below the hotel. The main part of the Hotel Los Morales is the burnt-orange building with sky-blue windows, straight ahead at street level. All of the pink buildings above the main hotel building are various guest rooms. My room is at the very top, slightly hidden behind the trees.

The city of San Cristobal (at least the historic center) is beautiful, clean, and well maintained. The city is situated very high up in the mountains, just under 7000 feet, and is quite cold at night — plus we are in the middle of rainy season.

This above photo is of the beautiful “Palacio Municipal” (municipal palace) adjacent to the main downtown plaza in the historic center.

This is just one view of the beautiful town square, called the “zocalo” by the locals.

This is the inside of a beautiful cathedral directly adjacent to the downtown plaza. I sat through the first fifteen minutes of some type of special “mass” service at the back of this beautiful building.

The front of another Catholic church, also on the main plaza, directly adjacent to the cathedral.

This photo is taken directly in front of the Palacio Municipal, looking back toward the hill where my hotel is situated. If you look closely, you can see the pink buildings on the side of the hill, barely left of the center point. My room is buried up in the trees.

As you can see, I was only about four blocks from the historic center of town. I loved my room …

A group of soldiers guarding a bank by the main plaza. Such armed presence was quite common around the city. One time I walked by a group of very serioius-looking gun-wielding soldiers who were accompanying some bank employees who were refilling an ATM machine.

This area of Mexico has a prominent Mayan presence. I witnessed this beautiful group of Mayan youth drssed in their brightly-colored traditional clothing. While someone from their own group was taking their photo, I could not help but sneak a photo of my own.

The steps leading up the middle of the hill (straight ahead) end at a small chapel on top of the hill. This is called the “Cerre de San Cristobal”. Saint Christopher is the patron saint of this beautiful mountain city.

My hotel is just barely to the right of this photo.

This is the inside of the small church at the top of the hill. At the very top center is a statue of “San Cristobal” (Saint Christopher) holding his staff.

A photo taken from the steps below the church. The city of San Cristobal is filled with beautiful bell-ringing churches — one of which is the blue and white one just right of center.

Sumidero Canyon

On June 12 — the exact one year anniversary of the beginning of my trip — the second birthday of one beautiful grandaughter — and the zeroth birthday of my newest grandson (yes he was born while I was playing tourist)  — I took a tour to the beautiful and famous Sumidero Canyon, just a little more than an hour ride from San Cristobal.

The canyon tour is actually done in a large boat — and we were required to all wear these beautiful orange fashion accessories.

Looking back at our boat captain as we cruise up the river toward the entrance to the canyon.

Several spider monkeys were playing in tall trees near the entrance to the canyon. If you look closely you can see one of them hanging from a branch in the center of this photo.

The entrance to the beautiful Sumidero canyon. At one point the walls tower over 1000 meters (3250 feet) above the river below.

Looking up the side of one of the steeper and taller canyon walls.

A small shrine to “Our Lady of Guadalupe” that local residents have created in one small sheltered cavern at the edge of the river. If you look closely just to the right of the ladder you can see what many local people believe to be a natural manifestation/image of Guadalupe in the rock formations.

Many of the people in this area seem to be very religious.

The lower 2/3 of a very interesting formation in the canyon walls. Our tour guide called this a “Christmas Tree formation.”

I took many photos of the beautiful scenery in the canyon, but only opted to include this small set, because most of the scenery was quite similar to the first beautiful photo of the canyon entrance.

We passed this large crocodile on our way back down the canyon. He/she has to be at least six to eight feet in length …

Agua Azul

On June 13, a small tourist shuttle picked me up at 6:15 a.m. at my hotel for an all day tour to Agua Azul, Misol-ha, and the Mayan ruins of Palenque. We did not arrive back in San Cristobal until shortly before 10:00 p.m..

Over all, this amazing day was an exhausting journey of over 15.5 hours, of which all but about 4.5 of those hours were driving … but it was well worth it.

Our first stop was the beautiful cascades of “Agua Azul” (blue water).

Me standing in front of a lower portion of the cascades. I volunteered to take photos for a young couple, and they in turn asked if they could take a photo of me …

Another beautiful view of a lower portion of the cascades. We were given about an hour to explore the area, and it was so large that I spent most of that hour walking trails up and down the shores to a beautiful series of cascades …

A view from higher up the series of cascades, looking down toward the bottom.

Just one photo of some of the beautiful countriside that we drove through during our long day of driving. We only averaged about 30 mph during our drive because the roads were extremely curvy, filled with switchbacks. Also, many of the local indigenous people along the route have constructed home-made concrete speed bumps along the highway to slow down traffic near their small settlements and villages.

Misol Ha

About an hour after leaving Agua Azul, we stopped for thirty minutes to explore the waterfall at Misol Ha.

The waterfall was beautiful.

Another photo angle of the beautiful waterfall.

Palenque

Our final destination was the Mayan ruins of Palenque, famous for their beautiful mountain/jungle setting. The ruins are situated at the edge of the mountains that rise out of the flat Yucatan penninsula.

We arrived in Palenque at around 2:00 p.m., and were given three hours to explore the ruins on our own.

A view of the “Temple of Inscriptions”

Looking between the Temple of Inscriptions (right) and the Palace (left) up toward the area of the Temple of the Cross (upper center).

I think this is the Temple of the Cross

Another beautiful structure in the area of the “Temple of the Cross”

Looking from the top of a temple in the “Temple of the Cross” area, back toward the main section of ruins. The upper temple just left of center is the “Temple of Inscriptions” and  the larger structure to the right is the Palace.

From the Palace, looking back at the Temple of Inscriptions.

A photo of one wall in the Palace complex.

A view from one of the temples, looking out over the flat Yucatan to the northeast. Unlike the comfortably cool temperatures of San Cristobal, it was VERY hot and humid here by the flat expanse of the Yucatan — very near sea level.

A view looking toward the mountains on the southwestern edge of Palenque. These beautiful ruins are nestled in the base of these gorgeous mountains.

Because the heat was so intense, exploring became very exhausting and I was drenched in sweat. I took up refuge in the shade of this sacred Ceiba tree (right) with a gorgeous view of the Palace (left) and the Temple of Inscriptions (right).

Later, I found a rock to sit on near the entrance to Palenque. While enjoying the shade and meditating, I could not help but be fascinated by watching this beautiful little girl playing with her hair more than 100 feet away from me. With my trusty zoom, I captured this candid image.

Chamula and Zinacantan

After a very late 9:45 p.m. return from Palenque, I took another tour the very next morning — this one to two indigenous towns near San Cristobal. The first one (Chamula) is famous for it’s ceremonial center and in the other (Zinacantan) we visited a small craft center.

Our tour guide, trying on a traditional wool outfit — very common among the indigenous Mayans in this area.

This is NOT a Catholic church — it is a very unique cermonial center for the local Mayan people. Chamula is famous for this center. Taking photos during ceremonies is strictly forbidden, and I have heard and read many stories about what happens to tourists who ignore that rule. Our tour guide told us that it was OK to take a few photos right here … but a minute later he ordered us to stop because a ceremony began to pass through the plaza.

Bottle rockets and firecrackers were being set off constantly during the couple of hours that we spent in this area.

My favorite ceremony was in watching two men zigzag back and forth in the foreground plaza. They were riding on horses, dressed in elaborate costumes, and seemed quite devoted in their ceremonial worship. Our guide told us they were doing the early stages of a huge ceremony that will take place on June 21 in honor of the Summer Solstice. More than 70,000 people will be crowding this plaza on Monday.

I wish I could have taken photos … but we were told we could be hauled away to the village authorities and have our cameras confiscated if we tried …

Two men walking across the plaza … one dressed in the traditional wool sweater top.

As I walked in front of the church, a local man engaged me in conversation, telling me that it would be OK to take a photo right now — that I would not get in trouble. Then he wanted to try to sell me some jewelry …

I love the colors of this unique church. I had just come from inside. The front half of the church is restricted and blocked off because the roof is being refurbished and is under construction. Several of us entered through the rear door into what was an extremely crowded room crammed with local people, many of them lighting candles, burning incense such as copal, playing instruments, etc… As I was leaving the inside of the church, several men were dressing and cleaning one of the statues of a catholic saint. Our guide emphasized to us that these people are not Catholic, but they use Catholic symbolism to refer to their own belief systems.

As we entered the small village of Zinacantan, our guide stopped the bus and picked up this young Mayan girl to give her a ride to the place that were were going. It amazed me that our guide (not Mayan) had taken the time to learn the local Mayan language, and he seemed to know many of the people in the two villages that we visited.

The place we visited in Zinacantan appeared to be someone’s home with a large tourist-focused craft area out back. We were told that taking photos here was permissable, and I took quite a few.

This framed family photo hanging on the wall fascinated me. The outfit that the man is wearing is very traditional for his generation — something most Western men would be quite self conscioius wearing.

I saw several elderly Mayan men walking around San Cristobal in what looked like white dresses, even shorter than this man’s shorts. Although I desperately wanted to photograph them, I either never had my camera at the right moment, or there was no candid opportunity to take a photo without seeming disrespectful.

This beautiful altar fills a large corner of the main entry room in the home we visited. I found it fascinating.

These animal statues at the foot of the shrine/altar were fascinating.

This beautiful Mayan woman gave us a small demonstration of how she weaves fabric.

This cute little girl in her traditional clothing was moving too quickly for me to get a sharp focused photo. She is holding two chicken-shaped hot pads in her hands, but she is playing with them so fast that they were a blur of blurs. She tried to get me to buy one. If I wasn’t traveling so lightly, I probably would have purchased a couple of them.

Some traditional women’s clothing for sale in the shop. It seems that the Mayan women in this region have a love for violets and purples …

Two people from my tour group. The Mayan women dressed them up in traditional indigenous outfits from the area.

To finish our tour in Zinacantan, we were taken into a traditional kitchen at the very back of the buildings. In this room, two Mayan women demonstrated how they make corn tortillas. These particular tortillas are made from black corn, giving them a very dark grey color.

For me, this was nothing special, because I have been privileged to witness this process first hand in the village of Santa Elena in southwestern Belize. I still believe that the tortillas I ate in Santa Elena were the best I have ever tasted. The women in Santa Elena used smooth shiny griddles made from some type of thin stiff metal — quite unlike the lime-covered circular griddle that these two women are using.

Another difference is that most Mayan tortillas I have eaten were flattened by hand. This young woman is instead flattening her tortillas using the small hand press leaning up against her right knee.

And Back To Guatemala

The day after completing the above tour, I took another small tourist van back to the Guatemalan border where we passed through customs and then changed to yet another van. After traveling for almost nine hours I was dropped off in the town of Xela (Quetzaltenango) — the same town where I studied Spanish for a week in Mid April.

I love Xela, and it reminds me in many ways of the town if San Cristobal de las Casas in Mexico — both are at very high altitudes with cool climates, both are clean with beautiful architecture and beautiful people.

Tomorrow morning at 8:00 a.m. I board another small tourist van for a return trip to Panajachel on Lake Atitlan. From there, I will take a water shuttle back to the village of San Marcos, where I will rest and make final preparations for my Sun Course which will begin on this coming Monday, June 21.

The Voice Of Truth

June 9th, 2010

 
(This is the third and final installment of a series of posts describing my experiences at the “Moon Course” retreat at Las Piramides Del Ka in San Marcos La Laguna, Guatemala.)

During the course of the past year, I have been passionate about writing – passionate about documenting my experiences, my growth, my insights, and my inspirations. When I first signed up for the Moon Course, I found myself feeling very defensive about my time. I was quite relieved to learn that our structured activities would only consume about four hours out of each day.

“Surely I can set aside several hours each day to continue with my writing.” I reassured myself.

During the first ten days of the Moon Course, I made a valiant effort to write – but there were so many impromptu opportunities for growth and connection going on all around me, and I wanted to be a part of them all. I began turning down opportunities for interactions with others – all in the name of my writing, but even in doing so, I only managed to write for an hour here, or thirty minutes there. I was making very little progress and found myself beginning to resent the obligating feeling that I needed to be writing instead of experiencing.

My heart was begging me to lay my computer aside and to fully immerse myself in the Moon Course. My head was resisting, insisting that I needed to stay current with my writing. Finally, at my half-way point through the course, I succeeded in pushing my head out of the way, releasing myself from all sense of obligation to write.

The sense of freedom and peace that accompanied that decision was incredible. I was finally free to simply fully immerse myself into the ever unfolding present moment.

The gift of time that I gave to myself was an amazing blessing. Every moment seemed to effortlessly fill up with meaningful activities, connecting conversations, and spiritual sharing. I was alive … I was flowing … I was free to simply respond to unfolding synchronicities.

New Opportunities

I took advantage of beautiful opportunities to establish and to deepen friendships with many of my classmates. I felt especially blessed by long and meaningful conversations with Stephen, Sam (Samantha), Jessica, Donna, and Barak.

I participated in a couple of alternative therapy sessions, including Acupuncture, Cranial Sacral Massage, Reflexology, and Crystal healing.

And then I did something I never had any intention of doing. I learned that one of my dear classmates (Sam) was lovingly and graciously offering Reiki training on a donation basis. I was deeply surprised by internal promptings that told me that I needed to take advantage of this offer.

Prior to that moment, I had never felt a desire to learn Reiki, or to receive any Reiki attunements. I love and respect my friends who are Reiki Masters, but it just never appealed to my heart as something that I would personally pursue.

But my promptings were quite clear – promptings telling me that I needed to be attuned as a Reiki Master, even though I would probably never teach or practice Reiki on others. To this day I still do not understand why it was necessary … but to make a long story short, I followed my promptings, and yes, I am now a Reiki Master. The attunements were very powerful for me, and I have loved being able to practice Reiki on myself. I cannot wait to discover the reason behind my deeply felt need.

Why Astral Travel?

For some strange reason, I felt a constant daily craving for oatmeal. I talked to Kathleen – owner of a small café named Blue Lily – and she graciously volunteered to serve me oatmeal (with fruit and honey) every morning, even though it was not on her regular menu.

One morning, about two weeks into the Moon Course, I had just sat down with my delightful bowl of oatmeal, strawberries, and pineapple when I noticed a handsome man about my age standing two feet away with his own bowl of the same delicious porridge.

“Do you mind if I sit with you?” he asks with a pleasant smile.

“Please, sit down.” I respond as I smile and motion toward the chair directly opposite me on the quaint front porch of the Blue Lily.

What ensues is a fascinating conversation. I quickly learn that Robert is 51, having been born in Iran, but now living in Atlanta. Unbeknownst to me, he recently visited a single session of our evening meditation service at Las Piramides.

He begins to query me about my expectations and desires regarding my participation in the Moon Course. The conversation quickly turns into a discussion about astral travel.

“Why would you want to astral travel?” he asks me point blank.

I deeply appreciate the directness of his question, as I have been asking myself the same thing for several days. I explain to him that I fully understand that the dimensions to which one can astral travel are no more real than is this physical dimension in which we presently find ourselves. I express my fear that if I succeed in astral traveling, that I might get lost in the novelty of the experience and, in the process, I might lose sight of my real and ultimate goal – my passionate desire to achieve true awakening and enlightenment, which I believe has absolutely nothing to do with astral travel.

I tell Robert how grateful I felt when I heard Chaty admit in class that the astral realms are merely a mental projection too, and that not everyone in those realms is spiritually awake. In fact, Chaty told us that many people in those realms seem so asleep that they are completely unaware of her presence during her visits.

“But what do you hope to gain by astral traveling?” Robert asks again.

I explain to him about my dream on March 23, the one where I was taken to the astral realm and was told that I was an invited guest, and that I would be having an incredible experience being immersed into their culture.

“I think my dream was encouraging me to try,” I tell Robert. “I take that dream as a direct invitation to visit the astral realm.”

Then I explain to Robert that I have three spiritual guides that I believe are attempting to communicate with me, and that I have the hope that if I can astral travel, then just maybe I might be able to actually connect with them face to face – that just maybe I can learn how to open a more consistent link.

I am then completely caught off guard when Robert shares a little more personal info.

“My brother has been able to astral travel for most of his life.” Robert tells me. “The reason I am asking about your motivations is that my brother doesn’t really find any spiritual purpose to his travels. He can visit places on the other side of the world, and his experiences are fascinating – but what is the point?”

I am fascinated by Robert’s matter-of-fact discussion of astral travel as being a common and frequent experience for his brother. Prior to March 23, I had never even given the idea a second thought – never believed it to be possible. Now, just two months later, I have met several fascinating people whose lives have been intertwined by actual astral travel experiences.

My imagination continues to wonder, “Is astral travel really something that might become a reality in my future?”

The next day, as I sit down for oatmeal, it is Robert who is already in my usual seat.

“Do you mind if I join you?” I confidently ask him with a smile.

For the second day in a row, Robert and I have yet another delightful ninety-minute conversation about spiritual topics. I giggle as I realize that the Universe is simply providing me more opportunities to explore the art of lowering my defenses and being my true self around the male gender – with no expectations or attachments whatsoever.

Goodbye to Guilt

During the last two weeks of the Moon Course, my dreams are frequent. In a genuine attempt to improve my dream-remembering skills, I faithfully write down almost every nighttime adventure, even if I can barely remember only small sketchy details. But the majority of what I record in my little notebook seems to be random, not having much identifiable meaning.

Two dreams, however, seem to have obvious meaning – bringing to the surface a few guilt-filled feelings that I believed had long ago been processed and released.

Because both dreams focused on family issues, I am opting to not go into the details publicly. Suffice it to say that each dream reminded me in a very clear way that I still feel a certain amount of unresolved guilt.

The guilt, while minimal, is related to deep regrets over having abandoned my family some fourteen years ago. Even though I know in my heart that I have always had the purest and most genuine of motives, and that I have consistently done everything in my power to honor my obligations – a small amount of toxic guilt has continued to follow me around, hiding behind me in the shadows wherever I go.

There is no doubt in my mind that my life path was inspired and necessary – that I needed to do what I did, not only for my own growth, but also for the growth of my family. Had I remained in my old life I would certainly be dead today – if not physically dead from stress-caused illness or suicide, I would surely be emotionally dead from depression and feelings of emptiness and despair. But this realization has done little to dispel that pesky shadow of guilt.

One evening, a few days after my second guilt-reminding dream, Chaty tells us that we are going to do a past life regression. After instructing us to lie down on our mats, she first guides us into a very deep state of slow breathing.

As we prepare for what is to come, my left brain begins its usual annoying chatter, reminding me in a very irritating way that I don’t visualize well, and that I have tried to do a past life regression before – and that it felt like a huge waste of my time.

“Go away.” I silently dismiss the doubting voices, as an intuitive feeling tells me to go as deeply into meditation as I am capable, and to then allow my imagination to do the rest.

As chatty begins to guide us, I feel amazingly relaxed, almost physically asleep.

“Imagine a large book in front of you.” Chaty begins.

Then she instructs us to open the book to the first page where we will see a slowly rotating globe. After observing the continents slowly passing by in our awareness, we are to focus in on one that calls to us.

While I don’t actually see a globe, I can easily imagine the continents slowly passing by in front of me. I feel a strong attraction to South America.

Next we are instructed to turn the page and to observe all of the countries in our selected continent.

Peru seems to be pulling me closer, so I land there.

As Chaty uses similar processes to help us zero in, my imagination has me floating in a small homemade wooden canoe, a few hundred feet from shore in a large lake somewhere in the high-country of Peru. The name Lake Titicaca seems to flash into my mind, and I fully embrace that idea with my heart and mind.

To my amazement, I can partially see myself floating in the canoe. I can see its old wooden sides barely rising above the surface of the calm swaying waters around me. I intuitively know that I am a man, perhaps in my late thirties. I feel myself repeatedly throwing a net out into the water.

“I am a fisherman.” I tell myself with delight as I experience a strong sense of knowing.

As Chaty asks us to further explore our surroundings, I find myself on land, observing a couple of older wooden structures created from unpainted, unevenly cut, decaying lumber. The peaked roofs and style of windows lead me to feel as if I am in the late 1800’s or early 1900’s. Again, I can actually see faint images of these buildings.

“Look around you some more.” Chaty continues. “Pay attention to the energy of other people around you. Do you see anyone that you recognize?”

I find myself in a nearby cornfield, with the strong awareness that in addition to being a fisherman, I also grow my own corn. The corn (yes, I see it) is green and healthy, perhaps waist high. I look down toward the ground and see a beautiful young girl at my side, perhaps five or six years old. I intuitively know that she is my daughter. I am a single father, her mother passed away when she was a baby, and I have raised her on my own. I feel an intense love for this precious little girl. I have sacrificed so much for her, and with all my heart I desire to take care of her, to be there for her, to protect her.

And then to my surprise, I see her face and clearly recognize the childhood face of my former wife in this present-day lifetime. There is absolutely no doubt in my mind that this precious little girl at my side in a cornfield in Peru is the same woman to whom I was married for twenty years in this lifetime.

Chaty then tells us that we are going to fast forward to the time or our death in this past lifetime. Again I find myself back in the enormous lake, this time further out toward the middle. While floating in this huge body of water, an unexpected thunderstorm arises suddenly.

Just as I imagine this scenario, a clap of thunder sounds loudly outside of the pyramid temple. I smile inside as I continue allowing my imagination to guide me.

“I’m going to drown.” I tell myself with deep intense emotion. “I am abandoning my little girl. She will never know what happened to me. She will have no one to take care of her. I won’t be there to protect her, to care for her, to provide for her.”

The powerful intensity of the emotion running through my body literally shocks me, overwhelming me. Tears begin to stream down my cheeks – tears of deep regret, deep sadness, and deep guilt. How I wished I could run out of the temple in that exact moment to find a private place where I could allow my intense grief to burst forth.

Chaty begins  to guide us back to the present, asking us to begin breathing faster, to wiggle our fingers and toes, rolling onto our side, etc… I resist, I don’t want to leave now; I want to process these emotions. They are deep, they are intense, they are real, and they are consuming me.

With tiny droplets bubbling in my eyes, I leave the temple as soon as the doorway in the floor is opened. With determination I hurry silently back to my room, curl up on my bed, pull a pillow and sweatshirt over my face to muffle the sounds, and begin to literally sob.

For over thirty minutes, I allow the intense heaving sobs to pour forth from my body. Streams of tears flood down my cheeks, my belly shakes violently, and my jaws rattle as my teeth chatter rapidly. Every cell of my body seems to be releasing intense, deeply held emotion.

All the while, part of me remains the observer, cheering myself on, fully aware from past experience that as soon as this powerful emotion is allowed to be vented and ultimately released, I will feel an incredible sense of freedom and healing.

Slowly, the emotions begin to subside. My belly calms, my jaw relaxes, my tears cease. An amazing sense of lightness makes me feel as if I might just float away. The burden of intense guilt seems to have disappeared.

“I died” I tell myself with amazement. “There is nothing I could have done. It wasn’t my fault that I was not able to take care of that little girl, to raise her, to protect her.”

“I died … I died … I died.” I repeat over and over. “I did not abandon her. I did not abandon her.”

As my focus returns to this lifetime, similar parallel realizations are clearly obvious.

“What happened fourteen years ago was a part of my path that needed to happen.” The feelings flow intuitively. “If I had not done what I did, I would have died. I was already dying. It was meant to happen. It needed to happen. My motives were always pure and genuine. I could not have stopped it. It was not my fault. It was good. It was the plan of the Universe.”

As these peaceful realizations firmly imprint themselves in my heart, I notice that all feelings of guilt and obligation are amazingly lifted, missing, gone. For the first time in years, I feel free of debilitating emotions that no longer served any useful purpose.

The insights I was given were not necessarily new … but the freedom from guilt was shiny and clean, fresh out of the factory, still having that new-car smell.

Whether everything that happened in that past-life regression was real or simply my imagination created by an amazingly sophisticated sub-conscious mind – I may never know.

But one thing I do know is that “I do not need to know”.

Real or simply imagined, the Universe blessed me with a powerful experience that brought another amazing round of deep healing to my soul.

Silence and Starving

By the time our final six days arrives, I am actually looking forward to them. I have no doubt in my mind that six days of silence will be easy for me. What concerns me is the thought of going six days on blended juices plus a couple of minimal, bland, flavorless, blended soups each day.

“I can do this.” I rally myself on. “If at any point I feel a physical need for more food, I am free to do so. I will just take it one day at a time.”

I actually love the juice part of my diet. Kathleen at Blue Lily makes me a variety of interesting concoctions with her juicer. To my utter amazement, I learn that I don’t actually hate beets or beet juice after all. It is amazing what I like when I actually taste it.

But the soups are another matter. Most of my classmates opt to make their own, but I instead choose to purchase two bowls per day from a sweet Mayan woman who works in the Las Piramides office. Twice each day, for the first four days, I stroll into the reception area and Irma hands me my bland bowl of mystery soup – some type of vegetable boiled to a watery pulp and then blended to a runny flavorless mush.

On the first day, my soups have a hint of the flavor and texture of broccoli. On the second, I cannot tell what I am eating by the taste – but it is orange and I assume that it might be some type of squash. I give up caring on the third day as I believe I might be eating a watery mixture of blended, unseasoned, boiled carrots. On the fourth day, I only remember that I frequently fight the urge to vomit as I place each spoonful into my mouth. But hey, it was nourishment, and I desperately needed to put something into my stomach.

To my amazement, I make it through the first four days of restricted diet feeling strong, energized, and only slightly hungry.

As lunchtime on day five arrives, I am surprised to learn that there has been a miscommunication in the office, and Irma has cooked me no soups. Confidently, I stroll over to the Blue Lily and write Kathleen a note. Yes, she has a bowl of blended three-bean-soup, bland and spice-less, prepared just in case someone from the Moon Course stopped by in need.

Our sixth day is supposed to be complete fasting from food, drinking only water with electrolytes. I decide to start this full fasting a half day early, believing myself capable of going thirty-six hours. I later regret this decision.

Busy Work

Prior to our last week, I experienced deep curiosity, wondering just what exciting things we might be asked to do while in our silence.

As Chaty outlines our assignments, I am actually quite amazed at how busy our final days will be. While our time together as a group will be limited to morning Yoga and evening meditation, our remaining silent free time is to be filled with daily meditation tasks. Each day has an assigned meditation theme, and to complete that meditation we are asked to meditate in four different places – the medicinal garden while connecting with the element earth and our physical world – the lake while connecting with the element water and the emotional world – our private room while connecting with the element air and the mental world – and the pyramid temple while connecting with the element fire (candle) and the spiritual world.

While I explore slight resistance in certain areas, I mostly love my experiences during the first four days. Even though the majority of my time is consumed by completing our assigned meditative endeavors, I find myself longing for free blocks of time where I can simply meditate in my room, attempting to connect to the universe in ways that I never before believed possible.

On the first day we meditate extensively over the concept of “light”, asking questions like “Where is the light?” “How is the light manifest?” “What makes me feel disconnected from the light?” and “In what ways can I reconnect with the light?”

On days two through five, we work progressively through a life plan in the areas of physical, emotional, mental, and spiritual. First we meditate on “what is our ideal state?”, then “how do I currently measure up to that ideal?”, then “what do I need to do to reach that ideal?”, and finally “what are the obstacles that stand in my way?”

Most of these meditation tasks resonate deeply with my soul, but I also find myself rebelling when it comes to making plans, especially plans related to changing the physical world.

To Step Out Of My Comfort Zone

By the morning of the fifth day, I am feeling quite resentful, and beginning to feel judgment and irritation at the silliest of things. I feel annoyed by our yoga teacher. The meditation tasks for the day feel very redundant and pointless. I don’t like the interpretation of the “angel cards” that I pulled during last night’s meditation – it does not speak to me at all. And I simply do not want to make any plans in the physical arena.

Yes, I am grouchy, irritated, rebellious, and beginning to feel quite hungry.

“OK Brenda, it is time to go back up to the top of the hill to spiritual reconnect.” My Jedi voices resound loudly in my heart.

I honor the voices, and am soon looking over my favorite cliff, staring at a gorgeous panoramic view of Lake Atitlan, attempting to re-center myself.

I feel inspired to sing a few motivational songs. Soon I am singing one of my favorites, titled “Voice of Truth” by a group called “Casting Crowns.”

The lyrics always inspire me to find the courage and faith to follow my heart. As I begin singing through the lyrics for the second time, a portion of one short line jumps out at me.

“To step out of my comfort zone … into the realm of the unknown.”

Then, a line from “A Course In Miracles” flashes into my mind.

 “I am never upset for the reason I think.”

Immediately, a profound flash of awareness permeates my soul.

“I am not upset about meaningless busy work, or about a yoga class, or about hunger.” I tell myself as the light bulb begins to glow in my mind. “I am upset because I am afraid. I have grown comfortable in my spiritual path, comfortable with traveling without a plan, comfortable with living out of a backpack, comfortable with smelly outdoor bathrooms, comfortable with strange foods, and the list goes on.”

“In reality, I am terrified at the thought of once again stepping out of my comfort zone back into the realm of the unknown. I am deeply afraid of what it might mean if I actually do succeed in astral traveling.”

“I am afraid of my light – afraid of finding my light and afraid of shining my light.”

I begin to analyze “What does it mean to step out of my comfort zone?”

The answers began to flow: “New learning, new experiences, new growth, new insights, new connections with divinity, new challenges, new exhilarations, and new experiences in present moment living.”

In the flash of an instant, I magically reconnect with spirit, and my heart returns to radiating peace.

I can step out of my comfort zone.

I will step out of my comfort zone.

A Little Bit Of Willingness

Whenever I have a precious spare hour during our extended silence, I hideout in my room, light a candle, surround myself with crystals, and lie back on my bed in meditation. Gently pushing back my doubts I confidently remind myself about my March dream.

“The Universe wants me to astral travel.” I encourage myself. “The Universe is inviting me to try.”

After putting myself into a deep state of meditation, I make a loving and genuine appeal to the Universe.

“Holy Spirit.” I speak in a silent voice. “I’m here. I’m unattached to the outcome, and I willingly place myself in your hands. Please, share with me whatever experience that I may be ready for.”

During the first two days, I feel a great deal of profound peace, but do not feel as if I am close to traveling anywhere. Suddenly, as I am about ready to end my meditation, with my eyes still closed, I perceptually visualize that some type of swirling energy is directly above me. In a very real way, I feel as if a hand is reaching down through the energy, grabbing hold of my outstretched hand, and beginning to pull me toward the vortex.

My head gets in the way as I begin to feel both excited and fearful at the very same time. Seconds after visualizing the swirling energy and feeling myself being pulled toward its direction, I feel myself returning to my body and I watch as the visualized image fades away into nothingness.

My feelings tell me in clear terms that today’s meditation attempt is finished.

Temples, Walls and Tunnels

On Wednesday afternoon, near the end of my fifth day of silence, I create another block of time for a deep meditation attempt. My original intent is to put myself into a state where astral travel just might be possible … but that does not seem to be where my heart wants to guide me.

As I relax into meditation, I succumb to a powerful internal feeling that tells me, “Do not attempt to do anything … simply lay back and watch … allow … feel … experience.”

To my surprise I start visualizing. Rather than trying to control what I see, I simply watch the parade of images that is placed before my imagination.

First I clearly see my first grade photo – a photo of a beautiful little boy with a very sad insecure look on his face. Immediately, I remember the emotions of that innocent child. These are my own emotions from so very long ago. This child is very unsure of himself. He believes his smile is ugly, and he feels very intimidated by the thought of posing for the camera.

“But I had such a happy childhood.” I ponder. “I have no memory of anything ever happening that could have possibly given me the message that I was ugly – that I didn’t fit in. Where could that message have come from?”

As I continue to allow the visual images to proceed, I see faint glimpses of old nineteenth century buildings – tall buildings and short buildings.

“I used to be a young girl in this city back in the 1800’s.” My intuitive feelings surge from within.

“This looks a lot like New York City.” I ponder.

“It IS New York City.” My intuitions firmly confirm.

As I ponder the scene in front of me, I have the strongest sense that during this lifetime I was emotionally and verbally abused, repeatedly told how ugly I was, how worthless I was.

At this point I see no more images, but I feel prompted to speak to that young girl, telling her how beautiful – how perfect – she was. As I begin to do so, I am overwhelmed with emotion as I intuitively sense the growing presence of many children from a multitude of my other past lives – precious children that are listening to my loving message of their beauty and perfection.

After a period of communicating emotion and deep love, I begin to see images once again. I vividly see a steep staircase made from old grey stones, directly in front of me. A small but rapid stream of clear pure water is running down the front of these stone steps, gently trickling from one step to the next, disappearing below me.

For what seems like minutes, I enjoy this beautiful clear image in my mind, wondering “What could it mean?”

Suddenly, I witness with horror as a huge blob of black mud comes flying from somewhere behind me. The mud lands right in the middle of the clear flowing waters. Simultaneously, a deep intuitive feeling tells me “This is what happened to you … and it was all a lie.”

As I watch the clear water continue to flow, beginning to work its way through the pile of mud, the visual image in my head begins to pan out, and I see that the stone staircase is really the stone steps of a beautiful small pyramid.

“I am that pyramid temple.” The feeling clearly resonates in my soul.

The image continues to pan out. The pyramid disappears into my visualized image of old New York City. “I am that too.” The feelings tell me.

The visual images cease but the experience continues to unfold as I energetically feel myself panning from city to continent to world, to solar system, to galaxy, and to the Universe … all the while intuitively feeling … “And I am that … and I am that … and I am that.”

At this point I feel utterly amazed at how the simple act of allowing a meditation to guide me – to flow through me – has given me both a past life regression and a beautiful message of wholeness.

As I ponder this thought, the visual images return to my mind. This time I am witnessing a huge massive wall. The wall is glowing in a pale white. It is not a flat and smooth wall, but instead seems to be made from a collection of geometrically shaped objects and translucent crystals. The wall glimmers with a magical luminescence.

As I simply observe and enjoy this beautiful wall, I notice that it begins to rotate ever so slowly around a center point directly in front of me. I feel deep peace and fascination as I continue to watch the wall glow and rotate. The image persists for a period of several minutes.

Then I feel the wall begin to change. The center point suddenly opens to what appears to be a circular window. Against a black backdrop, a single bright star glimmers at the exact center point of the window. As I continue to observe, the wall suddenly expands like a telescope, with the middle projecting away from me, the outside edges coming closer, until the entire image reminds me of some type of telescope or tunnel.

The visual is beautiful, unreal. I am dazzled by the fascinating structure of the rotating tunnel lined by what appear to be geometrical shapes of light. I feel as if I am witnessing a science fiction image from a star trek episode. All the while, the small bright star continues to shine at the far end of this amazing tunnel.

Suddenly I realize: “This looks like a tunnel with a light at the end … could it be that I am supposed to go through this tunnel to the other side? Could it be that this is a portal to astral travel?”

As I ponder this thought, I feel as if my energy begins to pull me toward the tunnel.

Then my head jumps into the fray. I am feeling both excited and scared. At the slightest feeling of panic, I sense my energy returning from the near end of the tunnel back into my body.

My mind’s visual images fade quickly to nothingness, and a strong intuitive feeling tells me that my practice for today is over.

I am deeply humbled as I ponder the events of what just happened, wondering what it all means while at the same time knowing in my heart that everything is perfect – and that future events will happen, if they happen, exactly when it is time.

A Joyful Rule Breaker

It is the morning of day six. We have just finished a beautiful ceremony to officially commemorate our six day silent retreat. The experience was beautiful and symbolic, yet I feel slightly disappointed. For some reason, Chaty needed to leave town and our ceremony was held in the early morning instead of later that night.

We have graduated … but wait … we haven’t graduated.

We still have the remainder of the day to remain in silence and to continue our final day of a water-only fast. We still have meditation assignments to work on – and none of those assignments are speaking to my soul.

As I sit in the reception area, copying the meaning of last night’s angel/oracle cards, I feel a wall of renewed resistance surging from within me.

“This is utterly stupid.” I ponder to myself. “I don’t feel like any of this stuff fits me, I don’t believe in archangels and oracle cards, and the messages are completely counter intuitive to what my heart is telling me.”

As I return to my room in an attempt to meditate and to settle my emotional resistance, I find myself reclining on my bed in sheer frustration and utter rebellion.

“HOLY SPIRIT … I DON’T WANT TO DO THE SUN COURSE.” I exclaim out loud. “I DON’T BELIEVE A LOT OF THIS SILLY CRAP … I DON’T WANT TO STUDY ABOUT MUCH OF THE STUFF TAUGHT IN THE SUN COURSE … I DON’T WANT TO WASTE MY TIME … PLEASE TELL ME WHY I HAVE TO DO IT.”

I feel angry. I feel desperate. I feel rebellious.

Almost immediately, my mind is guided back to memories of my resistance in November, 2005, when I received incredibly strong guidance to go back to the University to get a Masters Degree in Mental Health Counseling.

I had fought that decision with everything I could muster before I finally succumbed to the spiritual promptings.

Then my memories flash to the constant resistance that I felt during my four year course of studies. I did not want to learn about Freud’s crazy theories. I had no interest in learning about Behavioral Therapy, and in discussing therapy techniques that treat people as no more intelligent than conditioned dogs or rats. I had no interest in studying anything that did not resonate with my soul.

But in spite of my resistance, I pushed myself forward through the degree process, because I knew deeply in my heart that my reason for getting that degree was inspired and would have a beautiful outcome.

Next, my memories flash to the strong conviction that I have today. While I may never use my Masters Degree in a mainstream way, I absolutely know that it was a crucial and necessary step in my life progression. Had I not followed that prompting, I would have remained entrapped in a left-brained world of career, money, logic, and social obligation. My life is deeply changed and blessed for having followed my inner guidance.

As I sit in my room, pondering these many powerful memories given to me by spirit, I have no doubt about what I am being told.

“Brenda, You ARE doing the Sun Course.” My heart tells me. “It is a crucial element of your future path. Events and connections will occur during those three months that will have a major impact on your spiritual journey – you will have experiences that you could not acquire in any other way.”

Then I begin to giggle as my spiritual intuitions continue.

“It is perfectly OK,” my heart tells me, “for you to NOT embrace every teaching that is thrown your way. You need to participate in the course, but you do NOT need to believe in or wrap your arms around every teaching that may be taught there.”

“You are in this for the higher purpose. Don’t concern yourself with rules. Don’t focus on the things that do not resonate with your heart and soul. Instead, seek out and focus on the things that make your heart sing. That is all you need to do. Let spirit guide you.”

For the first time in my life, I feel excited about being a rule breaker. Yes, I am doing the Sun Course. And Yes, I will participate with a genuine intent and purpose. But no, I will never again allow my heart to be drug through the mud by a sense of obligation to follow letter-of-the-law beliefs and procedures. I will not do things in the Sun Course just for the sake of being compliant.

Instead, I will choose my own heart as a guide.”

The Voice Of Truth

As I finish writing about my incredible healing experiences in the Moon Course at Las Piramides del Ka, I cannot help but respond to a deep prompting to share the full words to a song that has profoundly inspired me for many years.

This same song guided me through some very stiff resistance during the last ten days of my Moon Course roller coaster ride.

I apologize for the fact that I was unsuccessful in attempting to discover who wrote the melody and lyrics.

Voice Of Truth
Performed by: Casting Crowns

Oh what I would do to have
The kind of faith it takes to climb out of this boat I’m in
Onto the crashing waves
To step out of my comfort zone
Into the realm of the unknown where Jesus is
And he’s holding out his hand

But the waves are calling out my name and they laugh at me
Reminding me of all the times I’ve tried before and failed
The waves they keep on telling me time and time again
Boy, you’ll never win, you’ll never win

But the voice of truth tells me a different story
The voice of truth says do not be afraid
The voice of truth says this is for my glory
Out of all the voices calling out to me
I will choose to listen and believe the voice of truth

Oh what I would do to have
The kind of strength it takes to stand before a giant
With just a sling and a stone
Surrounded by the sound of a thousand warriors
Shaking in their armor
Wishing they’d had the strength to stand

But the giant’s calling out my name and he laughs at me
Reminding me of all the times I’ve tried before and failed
The giant keeps on telling me time and time again
Boy you’ll never win, you’ll never win

But the voice of truth tells me a different story
The voice of truth says do not be afraid
The voice of truth says this is for my glory
Out of all the voices calling out to me
I will choose to listen and believe the voice of truth

Whenever I begin to feel afraid, this song has a way of replenishing my soul – giving me the faith to leave my comfort zone – giving me the courage to climb out of my safe and dry boat – giving me the willpower to stand up and boldly face the seeming giants in my life.

I refuse to listen to the lies that tell me I will fail, that tell me there is no point in even trying.

Instead, I choose to listen to the voice of truth – and I cannot wait to see where that voice may guide me next.

Copyright © 2010 by Brenda Larsen, All Rights Reserved

Speaking My Truth

June 7th, 2010

 
(This is the second installment of a series of posts describing my experiences at the “Moon Course” retreat at Las Piramides Del Ka in San Marcos La Laguna, Guatemala. Subsequent posts will follow very soon.)

“Visualize that you are in a large desert.” Chaty tells us during an evening guided meditation. “See and feel your surroundings.”

I struggle to visualize anything, but I can at least imagine that I am walking through the desert. I can pretend in my mind that I am doing and seeing the things we that are instructed to see – things such as riding on a camel or visiting an oasis. In the latter part of the guided imagery, Chaty tells us that we are approaching a flight of stairs.

“Visualize yourself standing on the steps, climbing them one by one.” Chaty’s quiet voice continues to guide us.

As I imagine myself slowly climbing, placing one foot above the other, I feel my throat constrict tightly, as if I am actually having an asthma attack. I am completely surprised by the suddenness and strength of the physical discomfort. I struggle to fight back a persistent urge to cough and to clear my throat.

The guided meditation proceeds beyond the stairs, and my throat begins to relax – but the memory of my uncomfortable choking continues to dominate my perception.

After the long desert journey is brought to an end, Chaty instructs us to sit up on our mats and to open our eyes. She then proceeds to relate the significance of each thing that we just visualized.

“The camel means so and so, and the oasis signifies blah blah blah.”

I am so anxious to discover the meaning of the staircase that I hardly pay attention to Chaty’s early interpretive words.

“The staircase represents your spiritual journey.” Chaty finally fills in the mystery.

During the remainder of our evening time in the pyramid temple I ponder the message that was just given to me. I am fully aware that the throat chakra is my expressive chakra. My memory flashes back to a channeling session I once had with my friend Trish – a session in which her throat briefly became very restricted and uncomfortable. She later explained to me that she often feels physical sensations when being prompted to relay a message to her clients. In that particular case, she had been telling me how deeply that my father loved me, but based on the feeling in her throat she guessed that he found it quite difficult to verbally express that love. As she expressed those sentiments, her words had rung true in my heart and soul.

Almost exactly a year ago, as I excitedly made preparations to leave for Cozumel, I had one final session with Trish – a session in which she powerfully told me that one of the main objectives of my amazing journey of self discovery would be to learn how to fully speak my truth.

Based on strong internal promptings at that time, I had just barely completed the structural framework of my blog. I remember how panicked I felt at the thought of sharing my deepest and most intimate spiritual feelings and insights on the internet – placing them out in the ether for all the world to see.

Then, as I contemplated the types of things that I might write, I froze with fear as I imagined the possibility of my family reading details about my precious spiritual beliefs – beliefs that I know run contrary to their own deeply held beliefs – beliefs that they will most likely perceive as crazy.

“I can’t expose my deepest spiritual insights to my loved ones who may not understand them.” I had anxiously pondered. “What will they think of me? Maybe I need to have a separate blog for communicating travel updates to family.”

Today, I giggle at how fearful I was just a short year ago. I cannot even fathom the idea of not having experienced these last amazing twelve months. My heart is filled with deep gratitude for my having found the courage to fully express my heart.

Or had I?

“Could the Universe be telling me that in my spiritual journey, I am still not yet fully speaking my truth?” I genuinely ask myself.

My heart tells me that the answer to this pointed question is an unequivocal “Yes.”

As I leave the meditation temple, I briefly share my experience and insights with Stephen.

“Don’t you think you are reading a lot of meaning into a simple physical sensation?” Stephen asks with slight disbelief.

“Absolutely not.” I tell him as I explain the reasoning behind my insights in more detail. I honestly believe that the Universe is telling me that when it comes to my spiritual path, I have still not found the courage to fully speak my truth.

Teachings Of My Youth

I grew up firmly believing that my religion was the only source of absolute truth. I was taught that the devil is vey skillful at imitating that truth. He can be like a wolf in sheep’s clothing, and is capable of deceiving even the most fervent and elect of God’s followers, often leading them astray with counterfeit teachings and half-truths.

My parents taught me that most people who worked in the mystical occult realms, doing things such as channeling spirits or guides, practicing astrology, or using Tarot cards were, in reality, communicating with evil spirits. Even when their words and actions appeared to create positive results, in reality, the evil spirits were trying to lead people away with imitation partial-truths.

While I no longer believe the above statements to be true, I often find myself dancing around words and topics while writing in my blog, trying not to offend any of my precious loved ones who still believe as I once did, while at the same time attempting to remain true to my own deeply held spiritual beliefs.

I may no longer embrace the teachings of my youth, but I still honor and respect those teachings. Much of what I hold dear today is deeply influenced by many loving elements of those former beliefs and values, and those teachings are still very precious to many people whom I love deeply.

Social Chameleon

As a young boy struggling with transgender feelings, I was terrified at the thought of the “what others might think”. I desperately wanted to be on the “good side” of people’s perceptions and attitudes, giving them no reason to judge me, or to suspect that I was in any way “different”.

As a result, I learned how to “people please” at a very young age, always putting my best foot forward in public, never doing anything to make myself unnecessarily stand out or to call attention to myself (at least not intentionally).

The last thing I would ever do would be to express an opinion that might differ from that of the group I was currently with. The thought of exposing my inner feelings or thoughts “out there” for the world to judge was terrifying. So I became a chameleon, attempting to blend into the background of whatever social situation surrounded me.

This unhealthy behavior carried over into my adult life with a vengeance. Whenever I felt misunderstood or misjudged by another, my emotional confidence was devastated. I went out of my way to do what I thought others would want me to do, hoping they would like me.

In no uncertain terms, I was a chronic people pleaser, afraid to expose my genuine self.

Sun Screen

When I arrived in San Marcos at the end of April, I was fully aware that there are two spiritual courses here in Las Piramides del Ka, with the first, and most basic, being the Moon Course in which I was participating.

The second more advanced course is called the Sun Course. Four such courses are held every year, with each lasting exactly three months. Four times a year – on March 21, June 21, September 21, and December 21 – one Sun Course ends and another begins.

Prior to my first three days here at Las Piramides, I had absolutely no intention of participating in the Sun Course. You might say I had vigorously applied a thick coat of “sun screen” to protect myself from the thought of participating.

First, I had no desire to commit to remain in Guatemala for such a long period of time.

Second, a few of the topics discussed in the course were not in full alignment with the “Course In Miracles” beliefs that resonate so clearly with my heart.

But the main reason I refused to even consider the idea was that I knew that the last forty days of the course involved complete silence and restricted-diet partial fasting. This fact deeply intimidated me.

Imagine my surprise when, on my second day of sleeping in my tiny uncomfortable loft – prior to even beginning the Moon Course – a feeling momentarily, but powerfully, washed through my awareness.

“You will be going to the Sun Course.” The internal Jedi voices confidently whispered to my soul.

“The hell I am.” I silently exclaimed with fear, trying to push the thoughts forcefully out of my awareness. “I am not even sure if I want to stay for the entire Moon Course. No way am I going to commit to participate in the Sun Course.”

Then the real emotional issue began to bubble to the surface.

If I were to do the Sun Course, I would be studying and doing many things which might be very difficult for me to write about – things such as Tarot, Numerology, Astrology, Alchemy, Archangels, Astral Travel, and the list goes on.

“What will my family think of me studying such topics?” I pondered. “And then, what will my “Course In Miracles” friends think about me too?”

The real issue of my resistance had surfaced.  I was feeling a deep fear of “Speaking My Truth.”

Unwritten Kabala

A few days later, in our spiritual topics discussion, Chaty introduces the study topics for our next week. Among other things, we will be learning a few basics about the symbolism of the “Tree of Life” in the traditions of the Kabala.

Chaty explains to us that the Kabalistic teachings are a mainstream part of the Jewish faith, but within that faith, only worthy mature men over the age of forty are allowed to study them. Chaty goes on to discuss a teaching that she describes as the “Unwritten Kabala” – spiritual kabalistic teachings that have been verbally and symbolically passed down from one generation to the next.

“Why do you suppose it cannot be written?” Chaty asks us to speculate.

Many people in the room venture an answer, but Chaty does not seem satisfied. I timidly raise my hand, unsure if mine is the answer she may be looking for, but I decide to speak my truth.

“Because it is a personal experience?” I answer with a hesitant voice that sounds like more of a question than a statement.

Chaty smiles and proceeds to explain to our class that the reason the “Unwritten Kabala” cannot be written is precisely that. Without a personal experience, it would simply be a collection of meaningless intellectual and philosophical words. It is impossible to convey the profound meaning of a personal experience using the medium of words. In order to fully understand, a person must experience it for themselves.

Simple Statements of Belief

Today, I feel a strong need to speak my truth, to attempt to fully expose a few of the basic beliefs that dance in my soul. But in doing so, I feel extremely inadequate, incapable. The things I want to say have the potential to sound incredibly silly and over simplified when examined from an intellectual or philosophical point of view. And then there is so much that I could not possibly communicate in so short of a space.

I know there is absolutely no way that I can convey in mere words the deep passions of the personal experiences that fuel my spirit. Words are not enough. But I also know that I must try.

Were it not for the profound experiences through which I have passed, I might be the first to join the bandwagon of declaring Brenda Larsen to be an utterly crazy fool.

I cannot explain what it is, but over the last few years I have developed an ever increasing capacity to recognize the quiet voices that seem to silently and peacefully guide me from within. I have learned to trust and rely on these voices. I could no more stop following them than I could voluntarily cease to breathe.

Yes, sometimes I get distracted and discouraged, and sometimes the voices make me wait – but the voices never allow me to linger for long.

When I first began reading about “A Course In Miracles” just five years ago, I did not feel as if I were learning something new. Instead, I felt as if I were remembering and awakening to deeply held internal truths – truths which I had always known but simply forgotten. Many of those ideas seemed quite bizarre at first, but as I have trusted my instincts and put them into personal practice, they have proven to be amazingly and increasingly powerful in my life.

In the paragraphs that follow, I will attempt to explain, in as simple a way as possible, many of the beliefs that form the basis of my spiritual path.

This is not an attempt to convince anyone to agree.

This is not an attempt to spur debate or discussion.

This is simply a genuine attempt to say “This is who I am” and “This is what I believe”.

This is simply an attempt to face my silly fears once and for all by exposing my true self – my true beliefs – for all to see.

The Nature of God

I cannot fathom a God that is a finite physical being, sitting on a golden throne, ruling the Universe from somewhere in the heavens.

I cannot fathom a judgmental God that would create children, place them into extremely different circumstances in a frightening and unjust world, and then divide them up into good and bad – condemning some to eternal punishment while blessing others with eternal bliss.

In both of the above two statements, I believe that it is mankind that has attempted to create God in the image of man – not the other way around. Creating a God that is finite, limited, and judgmental is something only a human with limited understanding could do.

I cannot adequately explain what I do believe, and my personal experience is merely profound glimpses – but with every element of my soul, I believe that unconditional love is the creating energy that binds the entire Universe together. This energy is intelligent, ever present, and all encompassing. In God’s presence there is no You and I – there is only We. There is no duality, no separation, no definition of good or bad, no right or wrong – only incredible oneness and wholeness.

As an extremely inadequate metaphor, it’s as if God is the ocean, and each of us is a droplet of that ocean. When removed from our source, we appear to be separate, but when reunited from whence we came, we merge again as one.

God is the very essence of unconditionally loving energy. The more I learn to strip away my judgment, and the more I learn to love in unconditional ways – the more I feel my soul come alive, and the more I feel my droplet rejoining with the vastness of the infinite ocean.

My goal is to mold my life in such a way as to become a part of that unconditionally-loving force.

Satanic Forces

While I recognize Ego’s existence, I do not call it Satan or the Devil. It is Ego that attempts to convince me of my separateness – skillfully convincing me that I need to be selfish and fend for myself.

It is Ego that has created definitions of good and evil, right and wrong. It is Ego that encourages me to sit in high places, feeling good about myself while giving me the ammunition to judge others that I might perceive to be less worthy than I.

Human belief systems are extremely powerful. I project everything that I believe onto the external world around me. When I believe the world is a loving place, I find evidence of that fact everywhere I look. If I believe the world to be an evil place, I will also find evidence of that fact in every encounter. We literally create our reality from within our own belief system.

I deeply believe the statement: “We don’t see the world as it is … We see the world as we are.”

The world I see is literally a reflection of who I am inside. I cannot emphasize this strongly enough: It is all an inside job (but only 100% of it).

In profound ways, my personal experience tells me that the more I learn to love unconditionally, the more I see only an unconditionally loving world. The more I strip my mind of judgment, the more I am capable of seeing God in every soul.

The Nature of Sin

I love the archery definition of the term “sin” – which means simply “missing the mark” or “missing the target”. In other words, sin is not some evil thing for which I will be sent to a dark and eternally burning Hell. The term sin merely means that I set out to accomplish one thing and that the outcome was slightly different than I originally planned.

Don’t get me wrong. I believe that every behavior has a consequence. If we climb a mountain and jump off a cliff, we will fall to the bottom of the cliff and our body will most assuredly be destroyed.

Society is overflowing with moral codes and laws that have been put into place in an attempt to regulate behaviors and to prevent people from hurting themselves or others. In their own ways, such rules and laws do indeed serve a valuable purpose for maintaining order in society.

But I believe in a higher law. I attempt to not judge things as being good or evil. I strive to not condemn one person’s behavior while rewarding another.

When I am in a spiritually connected state, the concept of evil seems so utterly silly, and I see other peoples’ behavior as simply “other peoples’ behavior”. In such a state, my heart inspires me to participate in activities that will bless my life and the lives of those around me. I seek only to do things motivated by love.

A Course In Miracles teaches that there is either “Love” or there is a “Call for Love”. I strive to live up to this definition. If someone does something to me that does not feel especially loving, my ideal response is to see their behavior as a “call for love.” This does not always come easy, but I know intuitively that my only responsibility in such a situation is to find a way to respond with pure unconditional love, no matter what seems to be thrown into my path.

Life’s Growth Lessons

From a mortal perspective, life always seemed so scary. I feared the unknown and attempted to protect myself from random acts outside of my control.

As I continually move into a more a spiritual perspective, my whole outlook has shifted dramatically. I do not believe that death is a bad thing, nor do I believe that any seeming tragic event in the world is bad. I believe that everything in life has a purpose, and can ultimately serve for our growth and development. I believe that treasures of spiritual growth and learning can be found in every situation – and I do mean every situation.

I believe that life repeatedly presents us with growth lessons, many of which are not necessarily enjoyable to pass through. If I don’t learn to respond to a particular lesson through the eyes of love, the lesson will continue to repeat itself in different contexts. Once I master love and forgiveness in one area, the Universe allows me to move forward, presenting me with new lessons and growth opportunities.

I have learned that if I tune into the spiritual synchronicities around me, my growth can be quite fun and joyful. When I ignore the signals, the universe often demands my attention with more drastic measures.

This Life Is A Dream

One of the hardest concepts for me to grasp when I began studying A Course In Miracles was the idea that everything in this physical world is simply an illusion – a projected dream so to say. It seems so real.

Quantum physics has confirmed that at an energetic level, everything that appears to be physical matter in this universe is in reality simply vibrating energy.

When I am asleep at night, my dreams seem very real. The experiences I have and the emotions I feel while in that dream state seem as real as do my everyday experiences in this physical life. It is only when I actually wake up that I can wrap my brain around the fact that none of the events in the dream really happened – and that none of them really mattered in the least.

I believe that in the eternal sense, this physical life is no more real than a nighttime dream. I am here in this earthly realm to grow and learn – to learn to respond with love and non-judgment – to learn who I really am – to learn that I really am a divine being who has simply fallen asleep and forgotten my true identity. We all are.

When I finally “awaken” or am “enlightened” I expect to look back at this whole lifetime as simply a massive dream that I took far too seriously.

I literally believe William Shakespeare’s analogy that “All the world is a stage, and all the men and women merely players”.  Having fallen asleep and forgotten who I really am, I take my roles so seriously. I react to those around me as if they were real people who can really hurt me – but in reality they are merely actors who have also fallen asleep in their own roles.

It is like the whole world is a massive movie screen, and I am the projector. When I begin to realize this fact, I have the power to project a different dream rather than simply buying into the one I thought I was having.

Life After Death and Reincarnation

I believe that each and every soul that has ever seemed to visit this earth will eventually be fully enlightened, returning to the oneness of God’s presence. If I do not learn my lessons before I “seem to die” in this lifetime, I will return again to this dream world for another round of learning and growth.

Yes, I believe in the concept of multiple lifetimes. I cannot fathom a loving creator that would condemn any of his children to any type of a Hell – especially given the fact that each of us is born under such varying circumstances.

I believe that there is only one real place that is not an illusory dream world – and that place is the highest spiritual realm where I will be fully awakened and reunited with the oneness of God’s presence. The process of spiritual awakening removes us from the dream cycle, at which time we will realize that we never even left God’s presence in the first place – we just fell asleep and thought we did.

I do not believe that we have an automatic awakening between lifetimes. I believe that when our spirit leaves this physical existence, our consciousness visits a higher realm, but that we are no more awake in that realm than when we were in this physical realm. We take our beliefs, our clarity, and our confusion with us. It is only when we fully awaken that the illusions melt around us and that we are reunited with God’s divine presence – when our drop returns to the ocean.

Jesus, Buddha, Krishna

I believe that Jesus, Buddha, Krishna, and others were all very spiritually enlightened teachers.

I believe that Jesus was a deeply spiritual teacher who achieved full enlightenment, and who personally demonstrated the way for the rest of humanity to do the same. He taught us about the unreality of death and about the importance of unconditional love and forgiveness. He taught us that we all have the power to be just like him – and he set the example of just how we can do that.

But I also believe that over the years Jesus’ followers turned his beautiful and amazing teachings into a judgment based religion that was far from Christ’s intent. They interpreted his teachings and beliefs through the lenses of their own limited belief systems, distorting his message beyond recognition.

Forgiveness

I do not believe in traditional forgiveness – the kind of forgiveness that says “You did something wrong, but I will take the high road and overlook it, but you better not do it again … blah blah blah.”

This kind of forgiveness is all about judgment and seeing yourself as better and capable of determining what someone else should or should not do.

Instead, the kind of forgiveness that I believe in is the kind that realizes that there was never anything outside of me to forgive in the first place. Without judgment there is no need to forgive, because I realize that no external offense really happened. Any perceived offence is really a projection of my own internal issues.

When I feel judgment and an urge to lash out at someone else, I believe that my real task is to make it an inside job – to analyze why I am reacting the way that I am reacting. Once I take responsibility for my own reaction, and recognize that no one “out there” has the power to do anything “to me”, I reach the point of realizing that there is actually nothing external to forgive. I need only let go of my judgments and projected perceptions.

At that point, I can forgive myself for the thought that something outside of myself needed to be forgiven.

I know … I know … it sounds so bizarre … but it is beautiful, and oh so powerful when you reach the point of taking full responsibility for how you feel.

The Occult

I grew up believing that the word “Occult” was literally a replacement for the words “Satan” or “Devil”. Imagine my surprise when I realized last week that it simply means “Hidden”.

My heart tells me to fully embrace anything that sings to my soul with joy and peace, regardless of the labels which have been applied to it in my past. I trust my heart.

I used to believe that people who channeled beings from other realms were for sure communicating with the devil. Personal experience dictates that the opposite is true. I have had incredible spiritual experiences as my friend Trish has several times helped me to connect me with my spiritual guides. On top of that, my favorite spiritual study (A Course In Miracles) is a beautiful collection of teachings that were channeled through Helen Schucman back in the 1970’s.

While “Tarot” is not necessarily my thing, I do not believe it is evil in any way, shape, or form. I believe that it can be a deeply spiritual and inspiring experience when properly administered. If both the facilitator and the participant are spiritually tuned in to divine intuitive forces, the results can be incredibly loving and powerful. Such was my experience during the Moon Course when I received two different readings from members of the present Sun Course who are developing their reading skills. I was deeply inspired by the results.

Astrology has never spoken to my soul, but I know several deeply spiritual people for whom the astrological charts have great inspired meaning. I believe that the earth and other planets all have spirits. I believe that our galaxy is a living energetic entity, and that the Universe itself is also a living energetic entity. It only makes sense that the energies of nearby spiritual entities have a measurable energetic effect on each other.

Likewise, numerology is a topic around which I have a difficult time wrapping my logical mind. I am highly resistant to the concepts, but fully understand that the entire universe can be scientifically measured with numbers and ratios. I feel a strong affinity with my spiritual guide Pythagoras, and I cannot help but wonder if things like numerology and sacred geometry might play a prominent role in my future.

Spiritual Guides

I do not know why this one is so hard for me to talk about. Perhaps it is because I know that many people will think I am nuts, and I want to spare them of that judgment.

In fact, there have been many times that I wonder myself if I might be nuts.

I believe that we all have spiritual guides, or guardian angels, or whatever you want to call them. I believe that our primary spiritual guide is our own soul or higher self – a part of us that is outside of our physical limitations – a part of our self that is capable of guiding us on a daily basis.

But I also believe that each of us is entitled to spiritual guidance in any way that is deemed practical or necessary by those in other higher spiritual realms.

Back in August of 2008, I participated in my second channeling session with my friend Trish. During that amazingly powerful session, Trish told me about three male energy guides that were trying to communicate with me. During the first half of the session, she told me that they were waiting to convey information to me – but that I was not listening to them. With a puzzled face, Trish told me that the information seemed quite intellectual, something to do with mathematics or Geometry.

Halfway through that session, Trish informed me that my guides suddenly shifted from the intellectual space into the heart space. The entire session was very powerful, but perhaps the part that stood out most vividly was toward the end. My guides showed a visual image to Trish and asked her to convey it to me. She did her best to draw it on a piece of paper. Then Trish told me that what my guides want to share with me has something to do with this symbol and what it represents.

“They are telling me,” Trish adds, “That if you see this symbol somewhere, that it is them trying to communicate with you, and that you should pay attention.”

“Oh my gosh,” Trish then exclaimed, “They are reminding me about a necklace that I picked up and never knew why. Now they are telling me that I am supposed to give it to you.”

The necklace was remarkably similar to the drawing that my guides had asked Trish to share with me.

At the end of my session, Trish asked my guides if they would give us their names, but they refused – telling her only that if I were to ask myself, that they might give the names to me.

Two mornings after learning of their existence, I woke up unexpectedly during the wee morning hours. Feeling prompted, I immersed myself in meditation and asked my guides if they might consider telling me who they are. Immediately my right brain flashed to a visual image of a conversation that I had with my friend Rafael just nine months earlier, during my first trip to Cozumel in Dec 2007. In that conversation, Rafael had been telling me extensively about the Greek philosopher Pythagoras. Then I remembered the puzzled look on Trish’s face when she mentioned that my guides were saying something about geometry.

Even though the name felt correct in my heart, I found the idea of Pythagoras being one of my guides to be a very difficult concept to accept.

I asked if the other two could share their names. Immediately my mind flashed to the circular image that Trish had felt deeply inspired to draw for me. As I focused on the image, my right brain flashed with a visual image of DaVinci’s Venusian man – a famous drawing of a man lying in a circle with his arms and legs extended.

“No, not DaVinci.” I quietly exclaimed with disbelief.

Still struggling to accept what I knew in my heart to be true, I asked if my third guide could identify himself. Immediately my mind flashed to a clear memory of a character called Socrates in one of my favorite books – a book written by Dan Millman titled “The Peaceful Warrior.” But I knew in my heart that I was being told that the real Socrates was my other guide.

Over the course of the last twenty-one months I have grown quite comfortable with the fact that I have three guides named Pythagoras, DaVinci, and Socrates – three guides that are following along with my journey and trying to communicate with me – but I also continue to feel largely unsuccessful in establishing an open communication channel with any of them. I often sense that their energy is close, and sometimes feel that I can even distinguish their energies – but I am still filled with doubts … and with fears.

“What if I really do learn how to communicate with them? What will that mean? How will it change my life?”

“Will I have the courage to tell the world about it?”

“Will I have the courage to speak my truth regarding any messages that might be given to me?”

Well there you have it. I am verifiably loony, insane, and crazy. I actually believe that I have some type of spiritual mission to fulfill – a mission that involves being able to communicate with three famous and powerful men from the past. If this were not personally happening to me, I would be the first therapist to line up with my “cuckoo” diagnosis printed on a large neon sign.

All joking aside, yes, at a very deep spiritual level, I do believe that a message is waiting to be delivered through me – and I am utterly terrified that it might actually start happening.

Yet at the same time, I am doing everything in my power to prepare myself to be worthy of such communication should such a time arrive.

For all I know, this communication may never happen. I really might be crazy. But at least I will be the happiest, most joyful, and most peaceful crazy person I know.

Lower Your Defenses

As I finish writing these words, my mind is powerfully pulled once again to a dream that rocked my world during my early days in Guatemala. The words “Forget everything you know” and “Lower your defenses” seem to have particular significance at this point in my life. It seems powerfully evident that the Universe wants me to broaden my horizons of knowledge, opening my mind to possibilities that I have strongly resisted in the past.

As Chaty continued our third week of spiritual topics discussions, my defenses were constantly being triggered. Yet at the same time, I was being bombarded with frequent spiritual promptings telling me in no uncertain terms: “You know Brenda, you WILL be doing the Sun Course.”

Several times during  discussions that week, Chaty brought up Pythagoras’s name, and one day she drew a symbol on the board that sent energy bouncing through my spine.

Chaty explained that the circular figure was her way of symbolically representing an incredibly powerful spiritual experience that had been given to her.

There on the whiteboard at the front of the pyramid temple was the exact same symbol that my friend Trish had drawn for me twenty-one months ago.

Needless to say, a peaceful resonating energy was strongly vibrating through my soul as I realized that another powerful reason had just been given to me as to why I needed to lower my defenses and sign up for the Sun Course.

Two hours later, I threw my defenses to the wind as I walked into the office, declared my intention to return for three months on June 21, and put a small deposit down on a private room for my stay during the Sun Course.

I may be crazy, but I plan to find out where all of this craziness takes me.

And I make a personal commitment to myself and to the world that from here on out, I will always speak my entire personal truth, holding nothing back out of fear about how it may be received.

Copyright © 2010 by Brenda Larsen, All Rights Reserved

Spiritual Potholes

June 6th, 2010

 
(This is the first installment of a series of posts describing my experiences at the “Moon Course” retreat at Las Piramides Del Ka in San Marcos La Laguna, Guatemala. Subsequent posts will follow very soon.)

Eager anticipation is my companion as I descend a small flight of stairs. My bare feet love the cool energy of the uneven rock slabs that cover the steps below. At the bottom I pause briefly to secure my room key and water bottle in a small covered shelf. A loving smile fills my face as I take one final backward glance over my left shoulder. The outside porch, which is now just above eye level, is covered in shoes and flip flops. As the people behind me pass through the upper door, their happy chit-chat is replaced by a quiet feeling of sacred reverence.

Quickly, I turn back to my right to resume my short journey, passing first through a thin white curtain that hides a small passageway behind it. After about eight feet I pass through another white hanging curtain and see a second flight of rock covered steps leading upward into the base of the temple before me. Ducking ever so slightly, so as not to bump my head, I proceed slowly forward, gradually ascending the stairs.

As I emerge through the floor into the interior of the pyramid temple, my soul recognizes the peaceful presence of a quiet and reassuring energy. I know that I am exactly where I need to be.

The temple is amazingly simple, yet at the same time elegantly beautiful. The main floor is constructed of a smoothly-polished hardwood, stained with a dark earthy tone that reminds me somewhat of maple.

Each side of the perfectly square floor is perhaps thirty feet in length. The triangle-shaped walls slope inward from each of these sides, joining together in a single point at the top.

At the center of each wall, about seven feet above the floor, large windows are opened inward, allowing the cool fresh outdoor air to freely enter. The top four feet of the room’s peak are also glass, allowing the afternoon sun to gently light the room from above.

The sides of the pyramid are aligned perfectly with the four compass points. I sit along the north wall, selecting a white mat on the east end. About fifteen other mats are evenly spaced in a “U shape” along the north, west, and south sides of the room. In the center of the east side sits a lone woman. Her long black hair is braided on both sides, hanging down below each ear. A white knitted cap covers the top of her head, and a loose-fitting white robe drapes over her shoulders, covering her white slacks and blouse.

On the floor in each corner of the room are small wooden pyramids. To my left in the northeast corner, a large crystal sits on the small pyramid. Counterclockwise to my right, the small pyramid in the next corner contains a glass of water, the next empty air space, and the final a glowing dancing candle. I later learn that these four smaller pyramids symbolically represent the four elements: earth, water, air, and fire.

In the very center of the room is a slightly larger pyramid, covered in a red cloth. Candle flames dance in each corner of the room, as well as at the front.

I watch with interest as a man enters the room, selecting a mat directly opposite me, on the south side of the room, exactly at the other end of the “U shape”. Having a pleasant smile and slightly wavy hair, he appears to be about my age. As he begins to sit on his mat, a rush of peaceful resonating energy tells me that we will have a connection in some way.

“Don’t worry about how or in what way the connection may manifest.” The little Jedi voices continue. “Just flow with the experience … allow things to be as they are … and respond to promptings.”

As the last person enters the room, a small two-door hatch is carefully swung into place from both sides, gently covering the entry staircase with more beautiful hardwood flooring. No doors remain. We are all in the room for the duration.

Joyful Tears

Each of us in the room sits silently on a low three-inch slanted stool, with our legs crossed in front. In my mind I begin to wonder how long I will be able to hold such an awkward pose, but I am determined to find out.

The mysterious woman begins to speak, telling us that her name is “Chaty”, and that she will be our teacher twice per day on Monday through Friday. Each morning at 10:15 a.m. she will lead us in a half hour of silent meditation followed by forty-five minutes of class on various spiritual topics. Each evening at 5:00 p.m. she will lead us in a half hour of silent meditation, followed by forty-five minutes of directed and guided meditation exercises and/or practices.

During our Saturday Spiritual topics discussions, and our Saturday and Sunday meditation classes, different teachers will work with us.

Every day except Sunday, at 7:00 a.m., we will also have an hour and fifteen minutes of yoga practice. Two different teachers will take turns working with us in the basics of Hatha Yoga, beginning our first week with intense focus on breathing techniques.

As Chaty finishes her brief introduction and instructs us to begin meditating in silence, my mental chatter is loud and almost nonstop.

I attempt to focus on the sounds of beautiful birds echoing through the open windows above. Every so often I also recognize the sound of boats passing by on the lake. The sounds are so peaceful, so relaxing.

“BOOM!” Out of nowhere, the bomb-like sound of a loud bottle rocket echoes in the sky nearby. Soon, the varying sounds of a distant evangelical church begin to flood the silence. Ten minutes later, the explosions of two more bottle rockets thunder through the air. The littered streets have been swept, and the nighttime festival has ended, but many in the small village of San Marcos continue to celebrate the birth of their patron saint.

“Am I doing this right?” my left brain queries. This cross-legged silence feels quite silly. I have tried this before and it only frustrates me.

“Ouch, my foot is going to sleep,” the chatter continues, “and my hips hurt. These muscles were never designed to bend and twist in this way.”

“Brenda, focus quietly on your breath.” My right brain pipes in, trying to get me back on track. I briefly return to the present moment.

“I hope that is not a mosquito.” I tell myself as my right ankle begins to itch. I briefly peek down to make sure that a big mosquito is not actually sinking it’s snout into my flesh. After seeing no buzzing bugs, I again attempt to keep my eyes closed, but yet another itchy spot demands my focus.

Finally, I am able to mostly silence the chatter as I focus on breathing rhythms, but the persistent mental babble continues to briefly interrupt in short waves. I peacefully thank the unwanted thoughts for reminding me that today is Thursday evening, April 29. A few minutes later, I gratefully congratulate the thoughts for pointing out that I am hungry, and that I am beginning to really like the San Marcos area. Each time that the little voices have their say, I acknowledge them, dismiss them, and return to peaceful breathing.

After thirty minutes, Chaty quietly taps the side of a small Tibetan Singing bowl with a short wooden mallet, creating a gentle ringing sound.

“Take seven deep breaths and then open your eyes.” Chaty guides us quietly.

Chaty leads us in a brief round of introductions, and then tells us that we are going to do a partner meditation, instructing us to turn our small white mats so that we face the person next to us. Then she instructs us to stare into our partner’s eyes while meditating on the question “What do I hope to get out of this course?”

By now, the outside lights are fading and the room is much darker, lit mainly by candles. As I stare into my new friend Mary’s eyes, a stream of related ideas begins to flash through my mind.

“I am here to learn more about spirituality.” I think to myself.

“I am here to learn to how to meditate and to do yoga.” My logical mind quickly adds. “And I am here to develop better habits in both of these areas, so as to help in my life journey.”

“I am here to learn how to more completely connect and communicate with my spiritual guides.”

After about ten minutes of staring into Mary’s eyes, unexpected tears begin to bubble in the corner of my own eyes, some of them escaping down my cheeks. Almost immediately, I notice that Mary’s eyes do the same, becoming saturated with water. We maintain our loving gaze while intense peace and love floods my soul.

“I am here to learn how to see God inside of everyone and everything.” My heart joyfully chimes in with deep resonating power. “I am here to deepen my experience into unconditional love.”

Thursday evening, as I relax in my cozy little room, a peaceful presence coaxes me gently to sleep.

Stretching The Limits

I have long experienced a deep sense of knowing that yoga is in my future—a knowing that flexibility and balance, both physical and spiritual, are integral and necessary elements in my path. On two different occasions during the past ten years, I attempted to establish a consistent yoga routine – once with a friend in a community fitness center, and once by myself in my home. Both experiences fizzled after a short month or two.

When I began my journey to Cozumel eleven months ago, I took my first steps with solid intentions, packing several brand new yoga DVDs in my suitcases. To this day, each remains unopened, unused.

As I enter my first yoga session here at Las Piramides, I feel a rich sense of gratitude for the structured opportunity to begin anew. While the future remains unknown, there is no doubt in my mind that during the next thirty days I will nourish and cultivate a deeper energizing connection with my body and soul.

We start off with the basics of breathing and posture, focusing much of the first week on detoxification and purification while gently stretching areas of my body that have not moved in years. Through it all, we are constantly reminded to focus on our breathing, and on our core abdominal strength. As our second week begins, we gradually add new poses designed to help us with balance and harmony.

While I love every minute of each meditative yoga session, my tight muscles are not always in complete agreement. Many positions prove to be quite strenuous, leaving my legs wobbly and exhausted. My incredible immersion into yoga is truly stretching my limits.

Dancing Auras

Our first few spiritual classes are interesting and thought provoking, and our twice-daily meditation time is deeply relaxing and peaceful—but it is not until Monday evening that my mind begins to dance with the possibilities.

After thirty minutes of silent meditation, Chaty informs us that we are going to practice learning how to see auras. My skeptical left brain immediately begins to chatter away.

“Yeah right,” the doubting voices taunt me, “you cannot even effectively visualize during guided meditation. There is no way that you will ever be able to see an aura.”

My heart just smiles back at the doubting voices and silently, but confidently, replies, “Just watch me.”

After dividing up into pairs, we each sit on our mats about two yards from our partner. As instructed I stare intently at a spot on the wall about four-fingers-width above Mary’s head. Maintaining my constant gaze without blinking proves to be an extremely difficult task. The thought of attempting this for fifteen minutes is even more daunting; yet I give it a champion effort. My eyes begin to feel dry and scratchy as I feel my focus constantly dancing from one eye to the other. Periodic uncontrollable blinking distracts me, but I persist.

After about ten minutes, I begin to notice a violet glow around the left side of Mary’s head. As soon as I try to focus my attention on the glow, it disappears. Seconds later the strip of purple reappears, occasionally on her right side or on top of her head, but usually situated just above her left ear.

As our final five minutes ticks away, I continue to focus as intently as possible, carefully observing what I see as I practice holding my gaze just right. For several seconds, I see a beautiful glow that extends several inches out from Mary’s head, just above her left ear. The portion closest to her head is a dark purple, the few outer inches are a beautiful shade of lavender, almost pinkish, the tips of the color dancing almost like the tips of a flame.

The old “logical me” would say that this was all just an optical illusion, but as I leave Monday evening’s meditation, I have no doubt whatsoever that I was able to see a small portion of Mary’s aura. I am excited at the possibilities for future practice.

Dream Magic

Classes this week have focused on chakras, lucid dreaming, and astral traveling. Given that so many of my recent guidance messages have been coming through dreams, my energy in class is undividedly focused on absorbing every word. In my non-class hours, I cannot help but flash back frequently to memories of a vivid dream of less than seven weeks ago.

It was March 23, near the start of my second week in Rio Dulce. I had just finished writing about the Mayan village in Belize and was barely beginning to focus on Guatemala. It was while meditating on this dream that spirit told me to “Forget everything you know” and to “Lower your defenses.” It was the very same dream in which my ego identity was kidnapped, and in which I found myself floating in a boat out in the Caribbean, seated next to a beautiful young child.

“Where am I?” I had asked the young child.

“You are in Astral.” Was his amazing answer – an answer which to me at the time meant nothing. I was not at all familiar with the word “Astral.”

On Wednesday, as Chaty begins to talk about the possibilities of Astral travel, she shares a few of her own personal experiences – deeply inspiring experiences that eventually guided her to form Las Piramides del Ka in San Marcos. As I listen quietly, my mind eagerly explores the possible deeper meanings of my own dream about Astral.

But for today, in the present moment, it is lucid dreams that call to me the most. In lucid dreams, the dreamer is actually able to wake up to a conscious state while still remaining in the dream. A strong intuitive sense tells me that I can do this – that I definitely will be doing this – and I am eager to get started.

On our second Friday morning, Chaty dedicates a portion of our discussion time teaching us techniques to use right before bedtime – focused meditation practices that will center us in our intentions to remember our dreams – meditation techniques that involve the grounding energy of the four elements of earth, water, air, and fire.

Friday evening I eagerly try my first meditation experiment. I light my candle and meditate silently for fifteen minutes. Then I hold a crystal in my hand, focusing my energy on the earth, telling myself “I can remember my dreams.” After a few minutes I do the same with a glass of water, a stick of burning incense, and then with my candle. At 10:15 p.m., with my notebook, pen, and reading light by my bed, I relax into my pillow.

During the first three hours I wake up three times from dreams – but I remember only the third dream. It is vivid, filled with easy to interpret symbolism. I write it all down, but it does not strike me as being particularly important.

Then at 5:23 on Saturday morning, I begin to wake up from another dream – a dream in which I find myself in a room filled with young children, perhaps ten years in age. In the dream, these young children are floating up into the air and then returning to the floor.

Just as I begin to wake up, I catch myself and with all my intent I drift back into the dream. While watching the children, I decide to use my mind to make one of them float into the air. Immediately the child floats for a second before falling back to the floor. I repeat the process a few times with the same results: I can make them float but I cannot keep them there.

“That was fun.” I tell myself. “I wonder what else I can do.”

The next thing I remember is that I am watching a young girl finish a story telling session. As she completes her words, she looks up, and with her thoughts she forms a black and white drawing on the wall. Soon the picture floats up to the ceiling and imprints itself permanently into the paint above.

Immediately, I look at the wall and draw a picture with my own mind, and similarly cause it to float up to the ceiling.

At this point in the dream, I wake up with the full awareness that during portions of this final dream, I was actually participating from a semi-conscious state – keenly aware of what I was doing while exploring the magical possibilities.

While this was just a silly magical dream, I learned that it is entirely possible to wake up and to be more participatory in my dream interactions. The potential intrigues me. I cannot wait to explore and practice.

Friendship Phobias

From the moment I first see Steven’s face across the room on that opening Thursday night, I am intrigued by the inner sense of energetic knowing that we will be connecting in some way – yet I try to avoid dwelling on the idea. Even with all of the gentle spiritual messages over the last several weeks – messages telling me to open my heart and mind to new possibilities when it comes to relationships – I still feel quite intimidated by the idea of a friendship with a man.

On the surface, this fear makes absolutely no sense, given the fact that a large percentage of the friendships that I have formed in the past eleven months are with people of the male gender. But in every one of those cases, I knew up front that the relationship was simply going to be a friendship – nothing more.

Today, I am not quite certain what the Universe has in mind, and I am not particularly eager to find out.

I silently cross my fingers and hope that the experience is simply about making another new friend – at the same time quietly committing to myself that I will allow my heart to lead.

A sense of blind trust reassures me that “if” the Universe really wants me to get to know Steven, then it will happen without forcing anything. I need do nothing, other than to remain spiritually centered and respond to promptings – remaining fully unattached to any and all outcomes.

Friday, after evening Meditation, I am standing near the door of the pyramid temple chatting with several of the younger women who are participating in the Moon Course. Out of the corner of one eye, I observe as Steven approaches.

“I was thinking it might be fun to get together as a group for a nice dinner one evening.” Steven begins. “Are any of you interested?”

Freezing in my tracks, I watch as the others indicate that they are cooking their own dinners in the shared vegetarian kitchen. When it is my turn to respond, I make up a lame excuse, essentially giving a non-answer.

“Maybe,” I begin, “but I’m trying to watch my budget and not spend too much on dinners.”

As I walk back to my room, I feel quite stupid. I recognize that the Universe just shoved the first clue in front of my face, and I resisted, running away to bury my head in the sand.

Embracing the Flow

Saturday, after morning meditation, Steven approaches me.

“Brenda, I realize you are on a tight budget,” Steven confidently begins, “but I was wondering whether you would have dinner with me tonight if I volunteer to pay.”

“Absolutely,” I reply with a friendly smile, having since learned my lesson from the previous night.

“But you don’t really need to pay.” I add, somewhat embarrassed. “I do have money … it is just that I’m trying to stretch it out to make it last as long as possible.”

That evening, Steven and I are sitting together in a nearby restaurant. My resistance begins to squirm and wiggle like an unruly three year old child, so I quietly put the distracting chatter in timeout, instructing it to sit on a chair over in the corner.

I am “all in”, fully committed to see where this friendship may lead. I am determined to be open and true to my promptings – open to the possibilities, whatever they may be – having no attachments to outcomes – none whatsoever.

A beautiful and delightfully energizing three hour conversation ensues – a conversation in which each of us takes turns sharing many details about our life-long physical, emotional, and spiritual journeys. I do not feel even the slightest twinge of fear in sharing what not too many years ago were shameful, hidden secrets.

During the course of our inspiring discussions, a slight sense of relief washes through my mind as I learn that Steven is not currently available in the relationship arena. I can relax now. I am totally free to simply be an unconditionally loving friend. Gratitude fills my heart.

Over the course of the next week, Steven and I have many fun visits together – sharing a boat ride into Panajachel, enjoying a couple of short hikes, and discussing spiritual issues over many lunches or dinners. I giggle inside when I think about how anxious and nervous I had previously been. Such fears are now but a distant memory.

I am deeply grateful that I opened my mind to new possibilities, lowered my defenses, and allowed the flow of the Universe to bless me with a new friend.

Face Plant

About four years ago, I fell into a spiritual pothole. As I participated in a weekend spiritual retreat, I had found myself feeling quite spiritually arrogant, silently resenting the way the leaders were guiding the weekend. At the same time I was quietly judging some of the other participants as being less spiritual than myself. I never once verbalized those inner resentments – but even held in silence, their effect on my soul was more damaging than a potent and powerful poison.

It is difficult to explain the emotional devastation that I experienced. By the end of the second day of that retreat, I had isolated myself and was sobbing. My soul felt as if I had been cut off from all connection to the divine flow. Feeling alone and abandoned, I was desperate to reconnect with spirit – to re-center myself – but I seemed incapable of doing so.

After that devastating experience it took me several weeks to fully climb out of the hole, to figure out what had actually happened, to remove all of the splinters from my soul, and to reopen my channel with spirit. Through that experience, I learned several powerful lessons in humility and judgment.

On my second Saturday in San Marcos, I did a face plant into that same pothole.

Luckily I recognized the bottom, and it was not quite as deep.

Every Saturday, a very genuine and devoted man leads our 10:15 a.m. meditation and spiritual topics discussion at Las Piramides. On the first Saturday, his discussion on the topics of duality versus non-duality went in one ear and out the other. For some reason, his intellectual and philosophical teaching style triggered great resistance in me, and I left that session feeling as if my time had been utterly wasted – yet I easily moved on after the session without feeling the least bit attached to that assessment.

However, our session on the following Saturday proved to be a different matter. As we talked about the seven spiritual principles of a book called “The Kyballion”, this sweet man’s intellectual style began driving me insane. I tried to simply zone out and not pay him any attention, but I found myself feeling intense resistance and judgment at his words – even though, ironically, I actually agreed with most of them.

“What is going on with me?” I repeatedly asked myself. “Why am I reacting so violently to his philosophical left-brained manner of presenting this material?”

In many ways, I realized he was trigging my own self-judgment – triggering a feeling of disgust at how I had spent so many years of my life immersed in my analytical left brain without actually allowing myself to have a personal right brain experience. But this realization did little to liberate me from my inability to stop judging this genuine man’s teaching style.

After class I briefly discussed my troubling feelings with Stephen, explaining how I knew it was my own issue, but that I was having a difficult time moving beyond it. For the remainder of the day I continued to feel irritated, alone, isolated, and judgmental at even the littlest of things going on around me. While I refused to buy into those confusing emotions, and I made every effort to remain the observer, I did allow the emotions to flow through me unobstructed – knowing full well that stuffing them down would be counterproductive.

As I went to bed on Saturday night, I felt somewhat puzzled by the unwavering intensity of my feelings of isolation, yet I was firm in the belief that this was MY issue and that I could work through it – keeping it as an “Inside Job” without placing outward blame.

Return of Radiance

Early Sunday morning, May 9, as I entertain the idea of sleeping in during our only morning without Yoga, a little Jedi voice persistently chatters away in my heart.

“Get up now,” the little voices coax me. “You know you want to go up on the hillside overlooking the lake. There you can reconnect with spirit in your own way.”

Even with ten days of consistent practice, traditional meditation techniques were simply not working for me in my time of need. Fighting my resistance, I opt to follow my internal voices that are guiding me back to using a method that works for me.

At 6:15 a.m., in the magical glow of early morning light, I find myself hiking up a thickly wooded switch-back-filled trail to the top of a small waterfront hill on the western edge of San Marcos.

Finding a small shaded clearing near the edge of a high cliff, I sit on a small uneven patch of dry soil while literally inhaling the gorgeous panoramic view spread out before me. Several hundred feet below are the vast deep blue waters of Lake Atitlan. On the far side of those mirror-like waters, three dormant volcanoes powerfully dominate the skyline with majestic peaks disappearing into puffy clouds above.

I begin to sing out loud, singing songs that I memorized almost six years ago during a deep period of emotional rebirth – songs about healing, songs about courage, songs about letting go, songs about inspiration, and songs about being true to myself.

I return to my personal mission statement, words that I have not repeated in what feels like two or three months. At first I almost do not believe my personal words of inspiration and purpose. They seem like they must belong to another – someone from a different lifetime. But I repeat the words over and over, stopping frequently to focus on the hidden and deeper meaning of each word, each phrase.

Emotions of confusion and exhaustion gradually transform into emotions of love and gratitude. Tears begin to flow – not tears of sadness but tears of joyful release – tears fed by the energizing feeling of spiritual connectedness that has solidly returned to my awareness.

Suddenly, all of yesterday’s worries and concerns seem so incredibly silly and meaningless. An inner glow has returned to my heart. I can feel my eyes radiating love and peace. It is like someone or something suddenly recharged my inner batteries and turned on a light switch in my heart. I again have an unlimited supply of love to broadcast to the world.

My feeling of inner radiance has returned. Nothing can stop me now. As I return to the village below, the world around me literally feels different – positive, joyful, and alive.

“Why didn’t I go to the mountains sooner?” I think to myself. I cannot wait to see what the next two and a half weeks will bring.

Copyright © 2010 by Brenda Larsen, All Rights Reserved

Photos of Guatemala Road Damage

June 5th, 2010

Today I traveled in a small tourist van. We left San Pedro at Lake Atitlan this morning and arrived in Antigua, Guatemala around noon. The journey took considerably longer than it normally would have, and I was surprised to see so much road damage, especially along the main highways.

Since I don’t yet feel like writing, I decided to spend my evening posting many of the photos that I took during this morning’s journey. I appologize in advance for the poor quality of many of these photos. It is really difficult to capture a sharply focused clear image when looking through the windows of a moving van.

As usual, these photos are all thumbnail images, and you can click on any of them to get a higher resolution image.

We left San Pedro (northwest end of Lake Atitlan) this morning at around 8:30 a.m. and traveled along the lake to the village of San Pablo. These first photos are of some road damage right along the lake itself.

As you can see in this photo, the road ahead is narrow and dirt. Normally this is a wider paved road, but it was covered by mud.

Glad I wasn’t under this rock when it came down onto the road.

It looks like part of this bridge disappeared on the right side of the road. It makes me wonder how stable the remainder of the bridge might be.

In this section of the road, it looks like a river left piles of rock all over what used to be the pavement. Only a single lane is open, and the going is very bumpy and rough. The large truck is carrying a heavy load of brand new lumber.

More on the same section of road, which is only about ten minutes from San Marcos where I was during the storm. This should be a two lane paved road.

And one more photo in the same spot. We had to wait for all of these vehicles to pass. You can see by the angle of this truck that this section of rocky area is not very level.

Two landslides partially blocked this road. First the big rock that is completely blocking the right lane, and then another small slide further down past the truck, blocking an even greater portion of the road.

Somewhere underneath this pile of rocks and water is a bridge, probably very similar to the one that got covered over by the river in San Marcos. Our tourist van nearly didn’t make it through the stream in the foreground. We started to high-center and had to back up and try again a couple of times to safely navigate over some high rocks.

Finally we left the village of San Pablo and began climbing up the side of the steep mountain. In this spot a large mudslide had blocked the road, but has now been cleared to the sides.

This part of the road was just wet and muddy. The fun stuff was still to come.

This area was quite a bit worse, but still passable. Original estimates were that this road could be closed for a week or more. I was surprised when I learned that it had been opened after only five days.

In this spot, the thick slippery mud only covered half of the road.

Just up ahead, you can see how a slide with large rocks still covers the right half of the road.

As we continued to wind back and forth on steep switchbacks, we came to one area where we had to wait for our turn on a one lane section of road. This patch of road right here had been burried by a large amount of dark mud.

Also of interest is the pickup truck ahead. This is a very common site in Guatemala. On the back roads, people often share crowded rides in the backs of pickup trucks such as this. The back is lined with large pipes, giving everyone something to hang onto while they stand up in the back of the truck.

As you can see, we have already climbed quite high up the steep slopes of this large volcanoe crater. The village of San Pablo is below. San Marcos (where I stayed for a month) is the next village down the lake, around the bend of the mountain beyond San Pablo.

This is by far the worst damage we passed on the way up this switchback-filled steep road. this area had been covered in huge piles of wet mud. A large bulldozer ahead is busy trying to clear some of the mud. Small vans and trucks can make it through here, but I don’t see how the larger Chicken buses could make it through yet …

Following the pickup truck through what must be at least four or five feet of mud that still remains. I’m glad I was not on this road trying to get out when the rains washed it out last Saturday (seven days ago).

You can barely see the lake in the right center of the photo. As you can tell, we have climbed considerably higher now, and are nearing the top edge of the crater.

Looking down the side of the very steep switchback at the section of road just below, and the village of San Pablo and Lake Atitlan much further below.

This is a good birds-eye view of the northern part of Lake Atitlan on a fairly clear day. I wish I had a chance to get out here and frame my photo with a clearer focus and better foreground.

Once we climbed over the first row of mountains around the lake, I was surprised to discover that there are even higher mountains behind. We continued to climb up roads like this. For the most part, this section had less debris, but there were still areas where slides had previoiusly blocked the road, even up this high.

This wandering bull seemed quite confused as it stood in the middle of the road. It paused right in front of us as we got closer.

Once we reached the main divided highway, I expected that the road would be in much better shape. This main highway has two wide lanes running in each direction. I was totally shocked to see a full two lanes of this main highway completely covered by what looks like at least ten feet of mud.

Sorry for the blurry image, and the window reflections …

Under this huge pile of mud on the left are another two lanes of beautifully paved highway. I was quite shocked to see so many mud slides along this main thoroughfare. I had assumed that Lake Atitlan would be stranded and isolated from the rest of Guatemala. I never even imagined that the main roads would also be blocked so badly.

Our driver had to be on alert, as we drove around bends such as this. A smaller slide had completely blocked the lane that we were in, and we had to change lanes to drive around it …

Normally we would have been driving on the right side of this road, but over and over again the four lane road was reduced to two lanes, with two-way traffic running only on one half of the highway.

Another large slide that completely blocked the right two lanes of this divided highway.

Sorry for how blurry this photo turned out. As we continue to climb the mountain, I am looking out the window toward the rear of the van, capturing a glimpse of the road we were just traveling on below. As you can see, there are some pretty large cuts into the side of the mountain. On the left-most cut you can see how a large slide has fallen onto the road. If you look closely at the right-most cut, you can also see the slide that falls onto the road there …

Yet another smaller slide that still blocks the right half of this highway.

And yet another …

Some of the slides were in more populated areas.

Yet another slide that had formerly blocked the entire road.

As we pass through this small town, the right half of the highway is completely covered by heaping piles of mud.

In this spot, as we cross over a four lane bridge, the outside lane on the far side of the road appears to have simply disappeared.

Yet another section where mudslides still render half of the highway unusable.

Yes, there really is a two lane road under all that mud over on the right.

Water was still flowing over this section of highway. I can only guess that the river’s normal channel has been plugged with rocks and mud.

Another view of this very slow stretch of road.

And yet another small slide blocking half of the highway.

Even in this relatively-flat inhabited area, huge piles of mud cover the right half of the highway. I can only imagine that a large flash flood came through here, depositing this mud on the highway, because this was definnitely not a mudslide.

Summary

The above photos are only a few of the hundreds of mudslides that we passed this morning during our three and a half hour drive from San Pedro La Laguna, Lago Atitlan to Antigua, Guatemala. I tried to capture a large number of photos just to show the sheer scale of the damage that was done to Guatemala’s infrastructure. What I have shown here is only a miniscule portion of the mud and debris that still clogs Guatemala’s roads.

I can only imagine how much mud must be covering the roads in other parts of Guatemala’s highlands.

And if the roads have received so much damage, I can also only imagine how much additional damage has been inflicted on the rural villages themselves.

From what I can tell by watching Guatemalan television news, many rural areas of Guatemala’s highlands are without adequate drinking water and are low on food supplies. In some areas where supplies have been distributed, the supplies were not evenly divided up. And many people are still homeless.

My friend Tracy Barnett (the travel writer that I met in Belize) is currently still in the Lake Atitlan area. She has been publishing a few stories about her experiences in helping with the recovery efforts in the small village of San Lucas Toliman on the other side of the lake from San Marcos where I was located. I was actually quite surprised to bump into Tracy last Sunday in San Marcos, just as I was preparing to move over to San Pedro to find a hotel with electricity and water.

If you are interested in reading Tracy’s well-written stories, they are at the following web links. She has some very interesting commentary and great photos.

http://theesperanzaproject.org/2010/06/the-river-will-find-a-way-visiting-with-the-victims/

— and —

http://theesperanzaproject.org/2010/06/neighbors-fend-for-themselves-in-wake-of-storm/

She also has a Facebook page titled “The Esperanza Project”

Hopefully, depending on how I feel, I will begin writing again tomorrow. I am very anxious to crank out a few blog entries, but just cannot seem to write when my stomach has been so weak.

Love to all back home

-Brenda

Copyright © 2010 by Brenda Larsen, All Rights Reserved

Photos from Lake Atitlan

June 4th, 2010

Hi everyone. Normally I like to write before I post photos, but this week I am doing just the opposite.

I finished my moon course eight days ago, and had every intention of traveling immediately to Antigua to spend two weeks catching up on my blog. But then we got hit with Tropical Storm Agatha and I got stuck here in San Marcos (and now San Pedro) with severe diarhea and stomach upset. For the last two days I have finally been able to hold down rice and bananas, and I would say that I am back to about 60% of normal strength — still weak but getting stronger every day.

I have not felt capable of writing yet, so I haven’t … but yesterday I finally got enough energy to organize and upload my photos, and today I hope to post them. Tomorrow I travel to Antigua and plan to spend a few days writing.

For those interested in seeing the effects of Tropical Storm Agatha on the town of San Marcos, the last forty photos show some of that damage.

As usual, all photos here are thumbnail images. If you click on any photo, you can see/download a high resolution image.

Trip From Xela To Lake Atitlan

It is hard to believe that I traveled from Xela to San Marcos on April 26 — almost six weeks ago. While the road over the mountains was high and winding, you can see from this photo that much of the road was actually quite nice — divided, two lanes in each direction, and smoothly paved.

Just another sample of the mountainous terrain that we passed through. Xela is over 7,000 feet, and Lake Atitlan is over 5,200, but we passed a very tall mountain pass between the two locations.

One of the many typical buses that we passed during our journey. The international travelers like to call these “Chicken Buses” because the locals bring just about anything along as baggage. I never saw any actual chickens on my buses, but I did see chickens on one of my boat rides on the lake.

After arriving at the town of Panajachel on Lake Atitlan, I hopped into one of these small launches for a 40 minute boat ride to San Marcos. Just like the chicken buses, these little boats can get quite crowded. On one journey there were over 25 of us crowded on the benches, in the front, and even one or two on top.

As you can see, almost all passengers are Mayan. I love the little toddler hanging over the woman’s shoulder two rows up.

Looking back as we pull away from the boat docks at Panajachel. Panajachel is a town of over 11,000 residents on the northeast shore of the lake.

Still looking back at Panajachel. This is the “Riviera” portion of town. The real town is off to the right, not shown in the photo.

Looking forward out the right side of the boat as we make our way up the lake. As you can see, there was a lot of haze during my first week here. The rains have washed away much of that haze now. The lake is much more beautiful without the haze.

One of several small villages that we passed along the way to San Marcos. This village looks like Santa Cruz.

This is the public boat dock where my boat landed and I took my first steps in the village of San Marcos, a small town with just over 2000 residents situated on the northern shores of Lake Atitlan, near the northwestern corner of this very large lake.

The Village of San Marcos

There is only one main road that runs through the center of town, plus another small one that goes up onto one hillside. Most of the village of San Marcos is connected by mazes of small footpaths. The majority of these paths are dirt. A few of the more major ones (such as this one) are paved. Directly behind and to my right is the boat dock. Straight ahead about 200 yards up the hill is the road that runs through town.

More of the same path, a little further up. On the right is the “Fe” restaurant where I ate a few of my meals. On the left (not visible) is a tiny store where I bought a few items …

This is the outside of the “Blue Lily” restaurant, just a little further up the path. I became friends with Kathleen who owns and runs the small cafe, and I ate oatmeal here almost every morning.

Another typical path through the lower area of the village. This one is dirt/mud.

This is one of only two internet shops in the village. The service is quite slow, not capable of running skype — but I was able to frequently check emails and update Facebook.

Las Piramides Del Ka

I participated in the 29 day “Moon Course” which started on April 29 and ended on May 27, 2010. These courses start the day after every full moon and end on the subsequent full moon.

This is the building where I lived. I spent two nights in a tiny loft at the top right of the building in the photo (not visible). Then I spent one night in a small room whose windows are the top left windows. I spent my final four weeks in a larger room whose windows are the top right windows with the white curtains.

Another photo of my building, showing some of the surrounding trees.

This is the ladder that I had to climb several times per night to get into my tiny loft room during the first two nights. This picture is taken from the second floor, at the top of a steep flight of steps.

This is my tiny loft room … I could actually sit up in the middle of the bed, but not anywhere else. The room was very cramped.

This is the steep flight of stairs that leads from ground level to the second floor. The room where I spent the majority of my time is at the top right of these steps.

After climbing the steps and carefully stepping up and into my doorway, I had to make a sharp right and squeeze down this tiny ten foot hallway. I can barely stand up in this room, but must have bumped my head on the cross beams at least once every day.

This is the actual bedroom where I spent four weeks. I loved my window and my little desk. … although I did get quite a few bug bites.

This is the view out my window. I loved sitting with the windows open and listening to the birds while enjoying the fresh air. The mosquitoes didn’t make it up to the second level much.

Many of the guests sleep in pyramids like these, but I wanted a private room, and the one-bed pyramids were all spoken for.

More of the beautiful grounds at Las Piramides.

This is the main reception area.

This is the main pyramid temple where we did all of our yoga, meditation, and classes.

Another view of the main temple.

The medicinal garden … watch out for ants in a few spots … they really like to bite … ouch.

The main bathroom building — two toilets and two showers shared by about 25 people — not the cleanest place I have ever visited.

Daytrips to San Pedro

San Pedro is a small town of about 13,000 residents situated about a ten minute boat ride from San Marcos. I went there on a few occasions during the moon course, and am now spending a week here to recover from my stomach/intestine problems.

This is the boat dock in San Pedro. San Marcos is just across the lake, around a bend behind the mountain that disappears into the lake at the far right side of the photo. The huge 9,908 foot “San Pedro Volcano” stands behind me.

One of the cobblestone streets in San Pedro. This one is quite steep and is very tiring to climb.

The market at the top of the hill. I only visited this area once during the moon course. I now go there every day to try to find bananas to eat.

On May 18th, my friend Stephen and I decided to take a ride in a Tuk-Tuk (three wheeled Taxi) from San Marcos to San Pedro. There is a slow road that runs between the two, and which passes through two other small villages. The taxi ride actually takes twice as long as the boats, and costs twice as much as well.

Scenery along the way to San Pedro.

A view from a small foot path in San Pedro, looking back across the lake toward the village of San Pablo (between San Marcos and San Pedro).

Stephen and I stopped for lunch in San Pedro at a Japanese Restaurant (Mikaso) with a great third-floor balcony view. I couldn’t resist taking this photo (full zoom) when we saw a Mayan man trying to teach his young son how to swim.

A view from the restaurant balcony looking off toward the San Pedro Volcano — a volcano which seems to be covered in clouds most of the time.

Stephen and I on the balcony at the restaurant with the San Pedro volcano as our background.

Another photo of Stephen and I, this one with the village of San Pablo as our backdrop across the lake.

Moon Course Friends

I made many friends during my four week moon course. Following is an assortment of friend photos.

This is my friend Donna from Austrailia. In the background is Amanda.

Amanda loves to do laundry in our handy do-it-yourself laundramat.

Lise (left) and Mary (right).

One night before our six day restricted-diet fast, most of us went to a local Japanese restaurant for dinner. This is Tessa (left) and Sarah (right).

Left to right: Alia’s boyfriend (who was not part of the moon course and I cannot remember his name), Alia, Stephen.

Heather

Left to right: Me, Jessica, Donna

Donna and Barak.

Me, Sarah (standing), Jessica, Donna, and Barak (far right). 

Barak (from Israel).

Another photo of Barak.

And another photo of me, Jessica, and Donna. You might want to pay attention to the background of the restaurant. I have storm damage photos later of the same area.

Left to right: Stephen, Tessa, Sarah, Me, Jessica, Donna.

Dessert was delicioius …

Stephen, Tessa, and Sarah enjoying their desserts.

Sam (Samantha) and me sitting in front of the temple.

May 27 – Graduation day

On Thursday morning, May 27, at 7:00 a.m. we had our official ceremony to end what is normally a five-day restricted diet fast. We all dressed in white for the ceremonies, and intended to take photos immediately afterward … but the rains of what was to become Tropical Storm Agatha had already started when the ceremonies ended.

I was wearing borrowed white clothes so I ran back to my room to change so as to keep them clean and dry. During a short break in the rains, shortly after 9:00 a.m., I found a small group of my friends taking photos, still in their white clothes … I was too lazy to run back to change into white.

Lise (barely showing on left), Amanda, and Mary.

Left to right: Tessa, Me, Amanda, Mary, Erin, Lise, Sarah, Heather, Donna.

Note–we had 14 in our group. Not present during this impromptu photo shoot are Stephen, Sam, Barak, Jessica, and Alia.

Erin, Mary, Lise

Sarah and Heather

Donna

Mary and Erin, preparing to jump from a wall …

Amanda and Lise.

Me and Mary

Mary, me, and Amanda

Jessica

All day Thursday, even though we had already participated in closing ceremonies (Chaty, our main teacher, had to leave in the morning), we continued fasting, with the final day being only water. For me, the first five days had been on minimal baby-food-like soups and fruit juices.

That evening, at 5:00 p.m. we had our final meditation. In this photo, we are waiting to enter our final meditation ceremony.

Foreground: Donna and Me
Background: Alia, and a couple of folks from the Sun group

Tessa and Alia waiting for our final meditation.

 

Barak and I waiting for meditation. Bad camera angle, but I love the photo anyway.

Kathy — one of our staff, with Maria down inside the door to the temple.

Maria – this beautiful Mayan woman works at Las Piramides, helping keep the temple clean among other responsibilities.

Our final meditation is over, we can finally talk after nearly six full days of silence, and Jessica and I are pouting over our hungry and starving tummies from not having eaten very much during those six days.

Me, Tessa, and Jessica (giving thumbs up) as we prepare to go eat our first actual meal since last Friday night (it is now Thursday night).

Alia playing photographer before our dinner trip.

Me and Sam, right before dinner at Ganesh’s restaraunt.

Me and Michelle right before dinner. She was one of our weekend meditation teachers, and I also had an incredible Acupuncture and Cranial Sacral Massage session with her.

Jessica enjoying her first meal …

Me enjoying the barbeque sauce on my Pork Ribs — I had not yet grown to regret my choice of meals …

Loving food … FOOD, FOOD, glorious FOOD.

Stephen and Sam enjoying their first meals in six days.

Left to right: Tessa, me, Donna, Stephen, Alia’s boyfriend, Alia, Sam, Sarah, Jessica

Left to right: Alia, Sam, Sarah, Jessica, Barak, Tessa, Me, Donna, Stephen, Alia’s boyfriend

Michelle and Sam

Scenery Around San Marcos

This photo is taken from atop the small mountain directly west of San Marcos. I climbed up here on May 26th to do some emotional processing and to get a few panaramic photos.

In this photo, we are looking down at the main lower section of San Marcos. The prominent visible landmark is the futbol (soccer) field right in the middle of the valley. The Las Piramides meditation center is on this side of the futbol field, considerably closer to the lake.

Another photo of San Marcos. The rounded-top stadium like building in the lower left center is an indoor basketball court (but I never saw any hoops). This sits right on the main road that runs from the lower left to the right center of the photo. Up on the hill is the neighborhood known as “Barrio Uno”. The flash flooding of a few days later came down the canyon just to the left of Barrio Uno. Much of Barrio Uno was evacuated during the storm.

This is another photo of San Marcos taken a little more to the left. On the hill at the left side of the photo, you can see signs of homes in Barrio Dos, and on the far right are homes of Barrio Uno. The main village below (bottom right) is called Barrio Tres. You can barely see the basketball court at the bottom right.

Looking out toward the lake from the same spot. You can barely see the edge of the soccer field at the bottom left. This was taken on one of our clearer days. We had received quite a bit of rain over the previous two weeks, but mostly at night.

A slightly zoomed in view of the main center part of San Marcos. You can barely see the road in front of the basketball court (round-topped building).

A pretty photo looking out at the lake with the base of a volcano on the other side.

This photo was taken from a beautiful spot on the mountain just west of town. I came here a couple of times to do some emotional processing when I was struggling. I love the view here.

A beautiful photo of the San Pedro Volcano with the small town of San Pedro nestled in below on the bottom right of the volcano. I am currently in this town in a small hotel near the waterfront at the bottom right edge of the buildings.

Looking down with a zoom lens at one of the many passenger boats that go up and down the lake, at least every 30 minutes, sometimes more often.

Some fascinating trees with a view of the water below.

Near the top of the mountain west of town is this little Mayan ceremonial site that is still used for ceremonies. I was invited to attend one ceremony, but never found out the exact time. In the background is the San Pedro volcano.

Part of the trail on which I hiked to climb to the top of this small mountain.

Another view from my favorite spot.

On the right is the San Pedro volcano. On the left, buried by clouds are the Toliman and Atitlan volcanoes.

Volcano Atitlan is the one furthest back on the right. It is 11,604 feet high. Volcano Toliman is the middle peak.  It is 10,361 feet high. The other closer peak on the left is called “Cerro de Oro” and is 6,207 feet high.

 Volcano Atitlan last erupted in 1853.

A more zoomed in photo of the same three peaks. I’m not sure if “Cerro de Oro” is a volcano or not, but it’s name (with no details) does show up on a website list of volcanos in Guatemala.

A single photo with all of the volcanoes. San Pedro is on the right. Atitlan is the tallest and furthest away in the middle. This is a rare photo to have no clouds covering the tops of any of the volcanoes.

This photo was taken from some rocks that I like to sit on close to the water. I am looking back at a small swimming beach. The village of San Marcos is burried back in the trees.

Another beautiful photo of all of the volcanoes, this one being taken from the shoreline.

These rocks (below) are the place where I sat and meditated, and from where I swam, during our six days of silence and partial fasting.

Looking at my meditation rocks (just before the point) as seen from the swimming beach.

The lake was so beautiful today that I just kept taking more photos of the volcanoes and the smooth water.

Another beautiful photo.

And another.

And one last beautiful scenery photo.

Posada Schuman

On the morning of May 28, 2010 I participated in one last Yoga class, packed my bags, and moved into a beautiful $12.50 room at Posada Schuman. I had intentions to spend two nights resting and regrouping before traveling on to Antigua to begin writing.

I loved this beautiful room with private bathroom (including working hot water).

But Mother Nature and Body Nature had different plans. By Saturday morning the rains from the advance of Tropical Storm Agatha had been hitting us nonstop for almost two days. The core of the storm had not even hit landfall yet, and was predicted to be heading right for the heart of Lago de Atitlan, pounding us all day Sunday and lingering for another day or two.

Based on gut feel, my friend Donna and I moved out of our separate rooms in the low-lying area of Posada Schuman and ended up sharing a hotel room at Hotel Quetzal, on slightly higher ground.

After moving my backpack to a second floor room, I was walking down a flight of very slippery outdoor tile stairs (in the rain) and my feet went out from under me. Other than a bruised ego, I also acquired a very deep purple behind — but no broken bones — as I bounced and slid down the bottom six feet of hard steps.

To top it off, I was feeling very sick and weak after having partially fasted for six days, and then not being able to eat much of anything all day Friday. I was feeling extremely weak.

Early Saturday afternoon, we lost both electricity and tap water — making it quite difficult to flush toilets … and the diarhea was beginning … fun fun fun.

Saturday evening as I was attempting to force my stomach to allow me to consume two tiny pieces of pizza, the rains stopped suddenly. We heard a report that the storm had turned and gone up the coast. I assumed that San Marcos and Lake Atitlan had dodged a bullet. I couldn’t have been more wrong.

Tropical Storm Agatha

On Sunday morning I got up early, still feeling very weak but unable to sleep, and took a walk around the village to explore the possible damage. I was not expecting very much damage … I was quite surprised by what I found.

As I started walking down the street from the Hotel Quetzal on the west end of town, this is what I expected to see — nothing more. Just lots of miscellaneous debris from a little water running down the streets.

When I reached the one main car bridge over what is usually a dry storm channel, I was shocked by what I found … but I will start up the river a bit.

In 2005, I am told that a large portion of San Marcos was wiped out by flash flooding and mud slides as Hurricane Stan parked itself over the Lake Atitlan area for a few days. As part of the post-hurricane rebuilding effort, a flood-control river channel was built running from the dry river up the canyon through the entire center of town. The intent was that the flood waters would remain in this channel, preventing damage to the homes of the local people.

This photo shows the man-made river channel, created from huge chain-link bundles of heavy rock. It looks to be about 12 feet high and twelve feet wide.  I had been here Saturday afternoon during the rains, and you could hear large boulders crashing down this channel as the water pushed them forward.

Sometime during the night, the wall of this channel fell in on itself, forcing the water to go around the channel, carving a deep cut into the side of the hill. Over 14 hours after the rains had stopped, the water was still flowing …

This photo shows the water running around what is supposed to be the water channel.

Just below where the water left the channel, it hit a small bridge and then flowed back into the main channel. As you can see in this photo (looking down toward the lake below) the twelve foot deep channel quickly filled up with debris and large rocks, causing the water to overflow the banks of the protective channel.

One of my favorite photos — a young Mayan girl watching the raging waters below …

This photo is taken a little further upstream, looking down at the toppled wall.

And this photo is a little further upstream. Most of my previous photos were taken from this small bridge in the photo’s center.

This photo is taken further downstream, at the point where the river channel is completely burried, and where the water begins to flow wherever it wants to flow. The tall blue building (center) is right by the main road through town, where the main car bridge is located.

This is the main bridge over the river channel. The Mayan woman (left center) is standing in what is supposed to be the middle of the bridge. Instead, she is standing on several feet of rock that is piled on top of the bridge. The bottom is completely plugged up, and the river flowed over the top, dumping more debris. From here the raging waters scattered through various parts of the village.

Another view of the bridge.

This is from the front (west) side of the bridge, looking down below at what used to be a twelve-foot-deep river channel. Many homes from here down were flooded or heavily damaged.

Another view taken from atop the bridge with the railing below me. You can barely see the chain-link wall (right center) of what used to be the edge of this river channel. The small homes at the top right received heavy water damage.

A view of the bridge from below. The far side (east) is where most of the water continued flowing and depositing debris.

The beauty of nature in the background. The fury of nature in the foreground.

A lone wooden chair, half burried in the rubble, piled high with someone’s humble belongings. These beautiful people combing through the destruction did not have a lot to lose. Many of them lost it all.

As I walked around this area, I had a very difficult time holding back my emotions as I imagined what the local people must be feeling.

This photo was taken from the main bridge, looking back upstream toward the first small bridge where I took the original photos.

For most of the day, many people worked to rearrange rocks, creating a small channel for the water to flow, trying to redirect it away from homes and property so that people could begin the cleanup.

Just a few of the many people attempting to move and stack rocks to create the new channel.

This is the Japanese restaurant where many of my friends and I ate dinner on Thursday evening, just ten days earlier. The pile of smashed chairs could very well contain the chair that I was sitting on.

The force of the river ran right through the middle eating area of the restaurant.

Another photo of the restaurant. I’m not sure, but it looks as if the main kitchen building may still be there. The patio eating area was completely washed away/covered up.

More of the out-of-control water having it’s way with people’s property. Just above here, a Mayan women’s sewing collective was completely washed away. Luckily, they saved their sewing machines from being ruined. I saw a whole collection of sewing machines stacked on a hillside just above where the river jumped it’s banks.

This is the soccer field as seen from the mountain in previous photos. The river fanned out over the field depositing several feet of mud and rocks. It then flowed over the far side and down between more expensive homes, undermining several homes and cutting gashes in property etc…

Some more of the damage to the small Mayan homes near the soccer field. This looks like some kind of shed or outhouse.

The upper part of he soccer field by the river bank. This used to be level. The Japanese restaurant is just above the two men in the left center of the photo. You can see that a huge amount of debris was piled on this part of the soccer field — at least six to eight feet deep. The left side used to be a hill where the soccer field was dug out to make it level.

More damage from the water on a nearby shed that survived. The water level was at least two feet deep on this shed based on the wood discoloration.

Many other structures like this were most likely washed away. I wish I had before photos …

Another photo up by the main road, showing how the water just goes where it wants.

Many of the sewing machines that were rescued sometime during the night. The building that housed these seamstresses was completely washed away.

This is taken from atop the main bridge, looking down what used to be the road running to the east. As you can see, a good portion of the river flowed down this road before cutting downward through other people’s properties.

This photo is taken from down the road to the east, looking back up about 50 yards toward the bridge. This photo was taken at 8:45 a.m. when the water was still flowing down the road — before people moved rocks to reroute the channel.

Out of control water rushing down between humble homes, more than 13 hours after the rains stopped.

This little home was still an island at 8:45 on Sunday morning. It is very lucky to still be standing, as water raged on both sides of it…

I took a short walk down the road to visit a Hostel where my friends Gael and Clara had slept just several weeks earlier. The water and mud had a heyday here. As I walked through the gate, my flipflops got stuck in more than 12 inches of mud backed up behind the gate. Once the water got through the gate, It formed a river to the lake below.

The buildings in the Hostel Del Lago got off easy, with relatively little structural damage — just several inches of mud in the ground floor rooms and kitchen area. This photo is just below the kitchen area.

This is the lower property of the Hostel Del Lago. The little blue ball thingy sticking up in the middle of the water used to be a spa/sauna. It is now covered in mud and water. You can’t see it in this photo, but the dock below is surrounded by mud.

This used to be the Hostel Del Lago’s private boat dock. It was actually quite a nice place to sit and swim. Now the mud has completely filled in all around it. No more dock — just a wooden sidewalk.

This is where the river channel empties into the lake. As you can see, this area is not nearly as big as the newer river channel above (the one constructed with huge chain-link bundles of rocks — the one that looked to be 12 feet high by 12 feet wide). I am no civil engineer, but I suspect that the smallness of this lower channel has a lot to do with why the rocks backed up above and caused the channel to plug at the soccer field.

This is one section of property down by the beach, below the soccer field. The water came through here and completely washed away a large amount of the hillside. You can see some type of structure about to fall above on the right.

This is a wall by the beach, just below two nicer homes on the hill above. As you can see, water came rushing through here and washed away part of the wall. The next photos are of the the two homes above, on either side of what is now a very deep wash.

The home on the left is seriously damaged. It’s foundation is completely gone, leaving only poles dangling in thin air. It is hard from this angle to see how much damage has been done to the more humble home on the right.

A zoomed in photo of the more damaged home on the left.

Looking down at another large gully carved out of the hillside below the soccer field.

This photo is taken from the bottom of the soccer field, near where the river should be, looking back up toward the mountains. The goal posts with the blue netting are partially covered by several feet of mud. The Japanese restaurant used to be under the trees at the top of the soccer field on the left of the photo. The main town bridge (what used to be the bridge) is about 75 yards up the the channel toward the mountains. The small homes behind the soccer goal appear to be  very lucky to still be standing.

This photo tells a long story. It was taken at 11:27 a.m. on Sunday morning. As you can see, the water is only a few inches below the dock. Just two days earlier, the water was at least three feet LOWER. When boats pulled in here, you had to climb up on the edge of the bow, and then climb another two feet to step onto the dock.

Tropical storm Agatha turned away on Saturday evening. If it had continued to pound for two or three more days, as had been predicted, this would have all been underwater by several more feet, and the destruction to homes and property would have been much more severe.

The debris in the water here is just floating. Such debris is all over the edges of the lake. Many of the Mayan people have been gathering huge bundles of firewood from the river beds and beaches — a blessing of much needed cooking fuel in a time of disaster.

As of Saturday, all roads into and out of Lake Atitlan were either washed out or covered with debris or landslides, making them unpassable. San Marcos had no electricity or water system, and these people were hoping to catch some type of boat that might take them somewhere else on the lake.

It took several days for electricity to be restored, and the water in San Marcos is still not back to normal, as many of the supply lines up the canyon were wiped out.

Several days ago, the road from Panajachel out of the valley was opened just barely enough for small vans to leave. As of yesterday, vans from San Pedro can now leave the valley via different routes.

Sunday afternoon, after taking all of these photos, I learned that San Pedro still had electricity and water. Realizing how weak I was, and how bad my stomach problems were, I caught a boat to San Pedro late Sunday afternoon and have been trying to recover my health here. It is now Friday evening and I finally feel strong enough to eat something other than rice and bananas and toast.

Several of my friends also came to San Pedro to ride out the storm cleanup.

This is my friend Jessica trying to juggle, with Donna sitting at the table. We got together on Tuesday. They both left early this morning to head to southwestern Mexico.

When Donna and Jessica came to visit me in my room, I was still pretty weak from being unable to eat, so I decided to lay down for a while. This little kitty just wandered into my room, jumped on my tummy, curled up, and made itself comfortable.

Now, tomorrow morning, I have tickets to take a shuttle to Antigua, where I hope to have enough energy to begin writing about my adventures.

I am in great spirits, happy and content. While I am still quite weak, I am getting stronger every day.

I love you all

-Brenda

Copyright © 2010 by Brenda Larsen, All Rights Reserved

Moon Course Progress Update

May 15th, 2010

Hi Everyone. I had every intention to be writing and posting a few blog entries during my 30 day retreat, but I seem to only be able to find an hour here and 30 minutes there, and I simply am making no progress on finishing the current writing that I have now been working on for more than 10 days.

I have decided to focus all of my time and energy into having the best experience ever here in San Marcos, and I will not be doing further writing until after the full moon on May 27th.

Sending my love …

-Brenda

I am doing well … happy, health, building friendships, and growing spiritually. I cannot wait to write all about it later.