Posts Tagged ‘ evolution ’

A Reiki Practice…Expanding…Again

In 1992 I decided to become a Reiki practitioner. By that time, my meditation practice had been established for a few years and I felt impelled to expand my understanding and experience of spiritual life.  Reiki was attractive to me because it is an energy modality, involves no dogma or belief system, and as the parent of a young child I wanted my loving touch to also be a healing touch.

In a nutshell:  Reiki is a hands-on stress-reduction technique that promotes healing, discovered by Dr. Mikao Usui. In my experience and practice, Reiki is not so much something one studies and trains in as something one is initiated into and then practices. Because Dr. Usui was Japanese, he brought an Eastern sense of order and hierarchy to this modality (think martial arts), so practitioners are initiated into Level 1, transmitting the energy through the hands in close proximity to the recipient; Level 2, adding the ability to transmit the energy through time and space; and Reiki Master, enabling a practitioner to attune other practitioners into Reiki. Each attunement ritual revealed a new message to me.

At my Reiki 1 attunement, the Reiki Master led us in a meditation during which she invoked the protection of the Archangel Michael’s silver sword of justice and St. Germain’s violet flame of Self-transformation.   She directed us to place ourselves in a crystal bubble, our personal sanctuary, in a color of our choosing.  I prepared to place myself in an emerald-hued bubble, green being my favorite color.  However, my bubble sparkled in silver and violet iridescence.  Even as I surrendered to this vision and rested in my safe bubble sparkling with the colors representing our invoked protectors, my chattering mind kept going to “I must be in the wrong bubble.”  The next day, mother’s day, a friend stopped by with a gift from the ashram we spent time in.  The gift: a necklace of iridescent, silver and violet sparkling crystals.  To me, it was a confirmation that I was getting the message.

I remained a Reiki Level 1 practitioner for almost a decade without feeling the need to move on.  I became interested in, and studied, essential oils and their healing properties.  Whenever anyone felt ill at any office where I worked, I became the first aid stop!  As a Reiki 1 practitioner and aromatherapist, I was able to help alleviate many people’s minor discomforts. I felt in my element!

Then, in early 2001, I came in contact with a new Reiki Master and felt it was time for the Level 2 attunement.  At that attunement, I very clearly heard the message: “You are a healer.” At first, I thought it was the Reiki Master saying those words to me…but it wasn’t.  The voice was not an external voice: it came from within.

That summer, I continued practicing Reiki and exploring healing modalities.  I took part in a sweat lodge in the company of healers from many different traditions that strengthened my conviction that I am here to help. I felt I was being prepared for heavier work to come.

September 11, 2001 happened.

In the aftermath of the attacks, like so many of us, I felt the need to DO something! At that time, there was an alternative health care center, The Olive Leaf, that became an organizer and facilitator  for many complementary and alternative health care providers to volunteer their services to assist in the rescue and healing process.  From September 18, 2001 until December 20, 2001, I was one of those people offering assistance both at Manhattan’s Medical Examiner’s Office and at Pier 94, which became a clearinghouse for people directly affected by the attacks.  The details of this experience, however, are a subject for a future post.

It was during this time that I was clearly directed to seek the Reiki Master attunement, even though it had been less than a year since the Level 2 attunement.  I consulted with my Reiki Master and he agreed that it was my time to move forward, and so I became a Reiki Master in November 2001.  The message I received at that attunement was “You are a healer and a teacher.”

I continued to study and incorporate what I learned into my practice, and to share what came to me.  A colleague introduced me to Bowen, an Australian bodywork technique that in one session had me feeling like I was in a brand new body. I had to learn this to help other people feel that good! Opportunities started coming to me not just to offer treatment but also to teach what I had learned and experienced over the years.

My dear friend, Pat Tortoricci, and I shared our love of food, cooking, and the bonding that happens in the meal preparation process in workshops that we called From The Kitchen Into Your Heart: A Metaphysical Journey. We offered our workshops across the country as we delved into what it is that nourishes us when we engage in feeding ourselves.  We organized retreats for women as oases for self-care and support to carry us in our daily lives.

In 2010, I began exploring the teachings of Joel Goldsmith and Mary Baker Eddy with my Reiki Master, which focused my attention on yet another level of understanding,  leading me to identify and listen to my small still voice. More on this in future posts.

Looking back, I realize that my life, like most lives, has been one of transition.  Transitioning from childhood to adulthood.  Transitioning from being a single woman to parenthood.  Transitioning from a limited understanding to another, more expansive understanding. Transitioning from separate physical and spiritual experiences of life, to an integrated experience of Life.

Recently I heard my latest message: “I am a Transitional Coach: helping to transition from who you think you’ve been to who you know you are.”

Invitation To A Banquet…Of Ideas

I connect dots.

My husband says that I connect dots where there appear to be no dots to connect.  Like Katharine Hepburn’s character in Desk Set, “I associate many things with many things.”  The downside is that, all too often, all those connections seem to be nothing more than a tangled mess.  The upside is that if I keep at it long and persistently enough, some very interesting patterns begin to emerge.

Recently, Madame Weebles over at Fear No Weebles wrote about a series of experiences she’s had over the years here, here, and here.  You should check them out.  In any event, her stories started that “connect the dots” process going in my head.  Then Brigitte over at Brigitte’s Banter wrote her Monday Musings and Motivations… and more dots got thrown into the mix.

In his book The Infinite Way, Joel Goldsmith says: “Soul is the substance, nature, action, and law of all form and is never separate from the form.” In this statement, I understand “Soul” to mean the animating principle, source,  the universe, the realm of unlimited possibilities, consciousness, god. Choose the term that resonates most clearly with you. And I understand “form” to be the expression of the animating principle, usually in physical form.   From this statement, it is clear to me that we all emanate from the same source, and it doesn’t take much of a stretch for me to understand that we are all One.

Having arrived at a simple understanding of Oneness, it doesn’t take much more elasticity for me to see that the animating principle, as an infinite and eternal concept, would also express in ways not easily perceived by those of us living within the confines of physical form. In other words, an infinite and eternal concept is not limited to expressing  only in physical form. And it is also not limited to being understood through a single discipline. Goldsmith writes about it from the metaphysical standpoint; Dr. Amit Goswami writes about this from the standpoint of a theoretical quantum physicist.

I’ve got a lot of dots with a lot of connections going on here…I had originally planned to express my thoughts in a single post.  My small still voice, however, is persuading me to approach this like a multi-course banquet.

Consider this the amuse-bouche!

Remembering Why I Read

I learned to read in Spanish first.

When I arrived at my first grade classroom, I did so without any preparation or idea of what would be taking place there. The school I went to belonged to my aunt, my mother’s sister-in-law, and I thought it was just a fun family thing.  Living in Venezuela, all parties were fun family things, and I thought this was just an extension of that. So when I arrived in the classroom and a primer was put in front of me with the teacher sitting by my side trying to drum into me that letters actually meant something, and that combinations of letters formed words, I was at a loss.

Once I understood what the teacher was trying to get across, I breezed through that primer so that I could get on to the next book, the one that had stuff about the history, geography, and civics of Venezuela in it.  And I wanted to be able to sit with my dad and read the newspaper just like he did. And I wanted to read comic books, not just look at the pictures.  And books!  Wow! I would also be able to read books! And I was off!

At first, learning was something that happened in school, reading the various text books – and 50+ years ago in Venezuela, we had text books starting in first grade.  It was also clear to me that learning happened from reading the newspaper, too.  My dad was the smartest man I knew and he read the newspaper every day, front to back.  I remember how proud he was when I read my first article out loud to him!  Made me pretty proud, too!

Books, on the other hand, were to escape.  I loved them.  They took me to a whole other world.  Mostly because the books my parents bought for me were what they considered appropriate for a little girl:  fairy tales and myths and legends.  I loved curling up in a chair with my book and imagining the worlds and the actions that were being described.  It was like having a movie screen in my head…and I loved movies, too!

Over the years, I realized that I could learn from books, and so I evolved from reading for entertainment to reading with a purpose: to gather information.  As you can imagine, 50+ years encompasses a LOT of reading–and a lot of different reasons to read!

I read your blogs, as many as I possibly can, because I’m interested in what you have to say. Each one of you perfect expressions of self has a unique way of experiencing and understanding this dream that we call life, and I’m interested in knowing how that’s unfolding for you. Even though we may have similar feelings and understandings about certain things, the key word there is “similar.” They are not the same.  They can’t be the same because our frames of reference are not the same. And while I’m comforted by our similarities, I revel in our differences.  “Ah,” I might think, “so THAT’s how So-And-So experienced that particular thing. I would have never thought of that!”

I suspect that I’m not much different from anyone else in that respect: we all read because we’re interested. I already know what’s going on inside my head and that’s what I’m attempting to write and express.  Another point of view, however, is ALWAYS interesting.  I don’t have to like it.  I don’t have to enjoy it. I don’t have to agree with it.  And I ALWAYS learn something from it!

So, I urge all of you: Please keep writing so that I can keep reading! Write what’s true for you.  Write your hopes and dreams, your doubts and fears.  Write it all because someone, somewhere will read it and be enriched. Be generous with your thoughts and ideas. Remember that when someone judges your writing, they are judging from and for their own experience–it really has very little to do with you, personally. Even as writing is a very intimate, revelatory experience, so it is for the reader as well: what it reveals to the reader about the reader, not the writer.

Hmmm, I’m going to sit and ponder that for a while…and then I’ll go read YOUR blogs!

Celebrating Freedom

Dear Readers,

Happy Independence Day! Happy 4th Of July!

On this day of parades, cookouts, and fireworks, let’s remember there are responsibilities that come with freedom. Let’s remember that in addition to exercising the right to vote, it is our responsibility to guide our elected representatives by letting them know what we think of the job they’re doing in between their job interviews/auditions and solicitations for our vote.

Resolve to make an effort to follow the voting record and rhetoric on the issues that interest you of your councilmember, your mayor, your state senator and assemblyperson, your governor, your federal senator and representative, your president, and tell them what you think about their actions.  Call them.  Send them an e-mail. Write them a letter. Send them a fax. Tell them what you agree with and what you disagree with–always respectfully and impersonally.

We will not have an instant shift.  There are no instant results.  This country and the planet we live on are the ultimate WIP (work in progress).  As we are already witnessing in other parts of the globe, people are waking up to the understanding that it is up to each one of us to make a difference.  When it comes to making an effort, there is no such thing as too small or too large.  There is no such thing as not enough. The really good news is that our interests are diverse and cover all aspects of life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness, and our contributions are important.

Abraham Lincoln spoke of a “government of the people, by the people, for the people” in his Gettysburg Address “four score and seven years” after the signing of the Declaration of Independence, when his country was facing, arguably, its first major challenge as a nation–not just as the concept of a nation.  He was reminding the people of a divided country that government is a collaborative.  It was true in 1863, and it is still true in 2012.

It behooves each one of us to remember daily that we are a part of this magnificent planet, this awesome country (wherever that may be for you!), this amazing city, this fabulous community, this wonderful family, and it is our individual and collective responsibility to contribute to making this eternal WIP the best that it can be RIGHT NOW.

Now, let’s go out and celebrate!

All the best,

Margarita

The Twilight Zone

Dear Readers,

When I began a meditation practice several decades ago, I was very serious about getting all the details right. I read books about how to set up a practice, how to actually meditate, how often, how long.  I read about the benefits of meditation and the dire consequences of not meditating.  I prepared a meditation space with my rocking chair, special pillow and shawl, and special clothes just for meditation so that the meditation energy could be accumulated and conserved in my environment, making it easier to reach a meditative state in subsequent sessions.  I sat for meditation daily, sometimes more than once a day, and attempted to make my mind still by focusing on the breath and repeating a mantra. Eventually, it became easier to sit in stillness for about a minute…gradually, I was able to sit in stillness for longer periods of time

In my experience, the benefits of meditation were, and continue to be, subtle as well as cumulative. I remember that after I had been meditating for several months, something happened in my life to disrupt my meditation practice and I began to notice that things didn’t seem to flow as smoothly as they had been. Life felt like fitting the square pegs into round holes.  It was that disruption in my practice that helped me understand how a regular meditation practice was helping me handle life’s bumps from a place of calmness and peace.  And I began to see some light.

As a meditation neophyte, I had many questions: What is meditation? Why meditate? How do you meditate? No, really, HOW do you do it?  What should I expect to happen?  The answers I received were not satisfying: Meditation is stilling the mind and you should meditate because this is a desirable state.  You meditate by sitting in a darkened room focusing on the breath and not engaging in thought. Eventually, you will reach Enlightenment. You have to just do it. You’ll see.

Over the decades, this is my experience:

Meditation is a focusing of attention. It is the nature of the mind to always be thinking something, entertaining some idea, pondering.  When I began practicing meditation, the activity of my mind was the equivalent of a Tower of Babel: voices/ideas constantly chattering and clamoring for attention, none able to be clearly heard above the din. Thinking about my to do list. Thinking about what I had to accomplish today, tomorrow, next week. Thinking about how to pay the bills.  Thinking about my family’s needs.  Despairing that I would ever get what I wanted.  My mind was always either in the future or in the past. It always scurried away from the present moment.

With practice I realized that focusing my attention on the breath was a way to focus my attention on the present moment. This is how I do it: I inhale for a count of 8, exhale for a count of 8, and repeat. I don’t bother with inhale through the nose and exhale through the mouth or the other way around.  I keep it simple, because as soon as I add a “refinement,” my mind starts chattering at me: “why did you do it like that?” “you inhaled through your mouth when you should have done it through your nose!” and we’re off! So K.I.S.S. is key!

So, now I’m focusing my attention on the breath and the present moment.  How does that work? Well, since I need to breathe right now to stay alive, and I must breathe and stay alive in the present moment, then by focusing my attention on the breath, I can only be in the present moment.

I’m in the present moment, and my mind is still chattering at me.  What to do? One traditional technique is to repeat a mantra.  While there is much discussion and argument about which mantras are alive, and which ones are more effective, my experience with this technique is this: it doesn’t matter what you choose to repeat because the purpose of the repetition is to keep your attention focused and not allow your mind to engage in chatter.

Another technique that is put forth by the 20th century American mystic, Joel Goldsmith, is that of argument.  This technique would go something like this:

Me: I am alive

Chattering Mind: How do you know you are alive?

Me: I know I am alive because I am breathing

And so forth.  Obviously, this is a simplified example, but you get the drift…

Okay, so now I’m focused on the breath, repeating a mantra (my focusing technique of choice) and being in the present moment. I’m cooking with gas! What’s next? I sit. For how long? [that’s my mind starting to chatter again.] Now, I sit until I’m “done.” “Done” is an internal signal I experience; however, at the beginning, it was difficult for me to trust that I would recognize the signal, so I used a kitchen timer. I started with setting the timer for 5 minutes. The usefulness of the timer is that it freed me from checking my clock every few seconds to see how much time had elapsed. Gradually, I became accustomed to sitting quietly in inner, as well as outer, stillness until I receive that “done” signal.

While many people report meditation experiences that include magnificent visions, earth-shattering epiphanies, blinding lights, I’ve never had such experiences.  To this day, when I sit in meditation, I sit in darkness – inside and out. My revelations come AFTER meditation. And they begin to flow like a tap being turned on. And I’m always surprised.

So, I sit for meditation. It’s dark. I got nuttin’.   I end my meditation session and then, the light starts to go on, both literally and figuratively. I’m in a place of greater calm. Often, a place of greater clarity. While I may not have all the answers I may have sought, there is a glimmer of light in my thinking…the twilight zone. Not quite ignorant; not exactly Enlightened. Somewhere in between. And from this in between space, I can see new possibilities…that were there all along, I just didn’t have enough light to see them. And THAT is how meditation helps me.

Speaking of helping, thank you to my friend Katie for putting that image of the twilight zone into my mind with one of her comments.  You can visit Katie’s blog on women’s health here.

I hope this takes some of the mystery out of meditation.  I’d love to hear about your experiences, practices, and techniques you find useful.

All the best,

Margarita

Welcome On My Journey Of Remembrance!

Dear Reader:

If you’re reading this post, you most likely arrived through the link in Serenity In The City.  Thank you for coming!

When I first contemplated the idea of blogging, I kept hearing an internal message, from  what I call my small still voice, to get on with it already.  I used that URL and it became Serenity In The City.  At first I thought it would be a combination of words and pictures depicting and expressing the search for, and finding of, that sense of peace amid a busy life in a busy place.

Well, it’s turned out to be more pictures than words. Actually, since each picture is worth a thousand words, or so they say, each post is a thousand words, plus the few words that my small still voice prompts me to add.

Recently, my small still voice is at it again, this time prompting me to write more words.  So, I’ve been contemplating this direction and this is what came to me: Serenity In The City will remain the predominantly picture blog that it is and, on the occasions when I have something more to express, you will see a prompt inviting you to check out my latest ponderings…if you feel so inclined.

Why a journey of remembrance? Remembrance of what?

As I’ve stated in my profile, I’ve been a student of holistic and spiritual practices for a long time.  Over the years, my views and understandings have evolved, and they continue to evolve and unfold.  And it is this evolution, this continuing journey, that I will be sharing here.

I hope you’ll join me from time to time, share your own evolution, comments, and insights, and see where this goes!

Thanks for checking in!

All the best, Margarita