I for sure wanted to hear your entire "Covid" journey during the initial plandemic. Our individual stories are vital to creating a grand picture of what the dark occultists and their cushy-job-keeping career clowns are trying to ram into our lives. The fact that you took the time to carefully explain each phase of your situation says a lot about your integrity. So, thank YOU.
In a very profound way, the plandemic and its deliberate plunging of society, top to bottom, into life threatening delusion was *the* wake up and a significant option to exercise the integrity I had been practicing for most of my life that got focused and accelerated with the dedicated yoga practice. Most of the 'west' has a totally 'delusional' understanding of yoga as body movement. In reality, it is about integrity, ie the integration of mind-body-spirit. Fundamentally that means being truthful with heart, mind, speech and action. The plandemic was the supreme opportunity for me and Yoshiko to exercise that and see the shadowy bits that were detracting from the that integration.
Life really does have a wicked sense of humour.
And I'll get going on #11 in the not too distant future. Right now I have been very clearly guided to work on my shadow stuff around my childhood. So, the current plan is a second letter to my dead mother, which may (or may not) complete an arc that included, surprise surprise, Krishnamurti as a traumatised human inside a cult-like (likely cult) organisation. Two of my sisters have concluded that our family was in fact a micro-cult. So interesting.
"And in a future essay I will explore my nascent idea that the fear of death is actually a distraction from what our real fear is, our fear of being fully free."
I will be looking forward to that, Guy.
"What is it about being truly free that is fearful? Personal responsibility and living up to the possibility of being powerful. I mentioned this to my friend Bejan and he added some colour to the idea: freedom is becoming able and willing to see the abyss. Yes, I added, to see it and know we have the freedom to address it with agency and power. "
This is what I wish for my grandmother as she begins her transition. Agency and power to know that all is well, and exactly as it should be. And when the time comes, she will do it absolutely perfectly.
Another exquisite essay, Guy. Thank you for your insight and guidance...🙏🏼
You are welcome, and I am glad that this has had resonance with you, especially now with your grandmother's approaching the off-ramp, so to speak. Michael Stone in one of his podcasts talks eloquently about the different ways he has seen people approach death. It was his grandmother, if memory serves me correctly, who struggled to allow the process to move forward. For others, it was far more graceful.
My first *real* encounter with death was my first pet dog, Kelly, was hit by a car shortly after we moved from the town to a more rural setting in small town BC Canada. I was there and ran to hold her and she died in my arms. It was a gentle transition initiated by a form of violence. I may explore this one day, more deeply, as well. We'll see.
Another fine post, Guy. I'll listen to the music when I'm not in an airport but I wanted to mention that my friend talks about the elephant on her chest. She thought she was having a heart attack but it turns out it's anxiety. She's been making friends with the elephant, feeding it peanuts.
Feeding her elephant peanuts!? Love it. What a delightful approach to the experience. 😆❤️😀
I would love to know more from her about her approach, if she would like to share. And/or her reaction to my essay, and I'm glad you liked it.
Good travels. I'm getting ready to book my own short flight back to my home base outside of Oaxaca City. I've had a fascinating stay here in a pretty magical place, called Ajijic. It was a place Yogananda said was special and would be an energy centre in the future. Today I helped someone with his computer internet, got a free qigong class with him and saw that the house had an enlarged photograph of Yogananda in a boat on Lake Chapala here in Ajijic. Curious. There is an amazing energy here, and I've experienced several mini-epiphanies in my awareness during my writing and encounters with people, many of which have been amazing.
I don't have an email address for LisaLucy (as I call her to distinguish her from the other Worldanz Lisas) but if I see her in dance class before I leave for Cumberland, I'll get it.
I forgot that you're living in Oaxaca. While visiting my daughters, I found out that my youngest and her boyfriend Sebastian are planning a trip to Oaxaca tentatively in Nov. His parents are from Oaxaca although he was born here. His dream is to own a flower farm in Oaxaca and buy his mom a house there so she can retire as a hotel housecleaner. But he's never been there, and hadn't been on a plane until they started doing long-distance, so who knows?
And I noticed Yogananda's Sutras on my middle daughter's bookshelf, which I'd given her. My spiritual connection in Mexico is to Patzcuaro in Michoacan. It has Lake Patzcuaro with the island of only indigenous residents that we were allowed to visit with the photographer Florence, with whom I developed a deep spiritual connection after that excursion. I have a large photograph of a young man and his grandmother from a town that stood up to the gov't/ mercenary soldiers. It also has Tsintsuntsan, from the sound that hummingbirds make, that was the capital of the Purepecha empire and has five rounded yacata pyramids. And it has Ulysses, my magical masseuse and Aztec ritual dancer. I need to go back!
Wow, you describe a deep connection to that part of Mexico. I'm finding that I feel a deep connection here, which I find astonishing and another example of the Universe's very funny sense of humour.
I finished my flight this morning, and am back to my 'home' in the lovely one-room cabaña. Some sauca after the absence and a lovely shower.
I hope your flight/travel went well. (I had a mental blank, partly because of a dirth of travel experience, and tried to bring a few jars of the most amazing honey I have ever tasted, from bees near the Primavera forest outside of Ajijic. 3rd generation beekeeper with 5000 hives! The honey was pure magic. The pure primavera honey was black and the most magical honey. I gave it all away before passing through security, so it wouldn't get thrown away. LoL! Too funny. I remember while standing in line, close to the x-ray machines, that honey was a liquid. Ah well. A beautiful gift for a stranger, and thus a loverly act of random kindness.
To be honest I hadn't really even significantly heard of Yogananda until Ajijic. Just the name in reference from time-to-time, or perhaps a quotation. And yet my one room-mate, a new to Mexico Canadian covid refugee, was a huge fan and referenced him often and his connection to Ajijic and Lake Chapal.
Nice piece, yet again, this time concluding your "Covid" experience in Canada. I look forward to reading your more recent articles, Guy!
Sharine, in a rather formal Buddhist-like way, I bow to you in gratitude.
You are my first binge-reader.
Muchas gracias.
Heehee!😄
I for sure wanted to hear your entire "Covid" journey during the initial plandemic. Our individual stories are vital to creating a grand picture of what the dark occultists and their cushy-job-keeping career clowns are trying to ram into our lives. The fact that you took the time to carefully explain each phase of your situation says a lot about your integrity. So, thank YOU.
You're welcome.
Namaste.
In a very profound way, the plandemic and its deliberate plunging of society, top to bottom, into life threatening delusion was *the* wake up and a significant option to exercise the integrity I had been practicing for most of my life that got focused and accelerated with the dedicated yoga practice. Most of the 'west' has a totally 'delusional' understanding of yoga as body movement. In reality, it is about integrity, ie the integration of mind-body-spirit. Fundamentally that means being truthful with heart, mind, speech and action. The plandemic was the supreme opportunity for me and Yoshiko to exercise that and see the shadowy bits that were detracting from the that integration.
Life really does have a wicked sense of humour.
And I'll get going on #11 in the not too distant future. Right now I have been very clearly guided to work on my shadow stuff around my childhood. So, the current plan is a second letter to my dead mother, which may (or may not) complete an arc that included, surprise surprise, Krishnamurti as a traumatised human inside a cult-like (likely cult) organisation. Two of my sisters have concluded that our family was in fact a micro-cult. So interesting.
Thank you for reading and commenting. Good night.
"And in a future essay I will explore my nascent idea that the fear of death is actually a distraction from what our real fear is, our fear of being fully free."
I will be looking forward to that, Guy.
"What is it about being truly free that is fearful? Personal responsibility and living up to the possibility of being powerful. I mentioned this to my friend Bejan and he added some colour to the idea: freedom is becoming able and willing to see the abyss. Yes, I added, to see it and know we have the freedom to address it with agency and power. "
This is what I wish for my grandmother as she begins her transition. Agency and power to know that all is well, and exactly as it should be. And when the time comes, she will do it absolutely perfectly.
Another exquisite essay, Guy. Thank you for your insight and guidance...🙏🏼
Hola, Sarah.
You are welcome, and I am glad that this has had resonance with you, especially now with your grandmother's approaching the off-ramp, so to speak. Michael Stone in one of his podcasts talks eloquently about the different ways he has seen people approach death. It was his grandmother, if memory serves me correctly, who struggled to allow the process to move forward. For others, it was far more graceful.
My first *real* encounter with death was my first pet dog, Kelly, was hit by a car shortly after we moved from the town to a more rural setting in small town BC Canada. I was there and ran to hold her and she died in my arms. It was a gentle transition initiated by a form of violence. I may explore this one day, more deeply, as well. We'll see.
Another fine post, Guy. I'll listen to the music when I'm not in an airport but I wanted to mention that my friend talks about the elephant on her chest. She thought she was having a heart attack but it turns out it's anxiety. She's been making friends with the elephant, feeding it peanuts.
Feeding her elephant peanuts!? Love it. What a delightful approach to the experience. 😆❤️😀
I would love to know more from her about her approach, if she would like to share. And/or her reaction to my essay, and I'm glad you liked it.
Good travels. I'm getting ready to book my own short flight back to my home base outside of Oaxaca City. I've had a fascinating stay here in a pretty magical place, called Ajijic. It was a place Yogananda said was special and would be an energy centre in the future. Today I helped someone with his computer internet, got a free qigong class with him and saw that the house had an enlarged photograph of Yogananda in a boat on Lake Chapala here in Ajijic. Curious. There is an amazing energy here, and I've experienced several mini-epiphanies in my awareness during my writing and encounters with people, many of which have been amazing.
I don't have an email address for LisaLucy (as I call her to distinguish her from the other Worldanz Lisas) but if I see her in dance class before I leave for Cumberland, I'll get it.
I forgot that you're living in Oaxaca. While visiting my daughters, I found out that my youngest and her boyfriend Sebastian are planning a trip to Oaxaca tentatively in Nov. His parents are from Oaxaca although he was born here. His dream is to own a flower farm in Oaxaca and buy his mom a house there so she can retire as a hotel housecleaner. But he's never been there, and hadn't been on a plane until they started doing long-distance, so who knows?
And I noticed Yogananda's Sutras on my middle daughter's bookshelf, which I'd given her. My spiritual connection in Mexico is to Patzcuaro in Michoacan. It has Lake Patzcuaro with the island of only indigenous residents that we were allowed to visit with the photographer Florence, with whom I developed a deep spiritual connection after that excursion. I have a large photograph of a young man and his grandmother from a town that stood up to the gov't/ mercenary soldiers. It also has Tsintsuntsan, from the sound that hummingbirds make, that was the capital of the Purepecha empire and has five rounded yacata pyramids. And it has Ulysses, my magical masseuse and Aztec ritual dancer. I need to go back!
Wow, you describe a deep connection to that part of Mexico. I'm finding that I feel a deep connection here, which I find astonishing and another example of the Universe's very funny sense of humour.
I finished my flight this morning, and am back to my 'home' in the lovely one-room cabaña. Some sauca after the absence and a lovely shower.
I hope your flight/travel went well. (I had a mental blank, partly because of a dirth of travel experience, and tried to bring a few jars of the most amazing honey I have ever tasted, from bees near the Primavera forest outside of Ajijic. 3rd generation beekeeper with 5000 hives! The honey was pure magic. The pure primavera honey was black and the most magical honey. I gave it all away before passing through security, so it wouldn't get thrown away. LoL! Too funny. I remember while standing in line, close to the x-ray machines, that honey was a liquid. Ah well. A beautiful gift for a stranger, and thus a loverly act of random kindness.
To be honest I hadn't really even significantly heard of Yogananda until Ajijic. Just the name in reference from time-to-time, or perhaps a quotation. And yet my one room-mate, a new to Mexico Canadian covid refugee, was a huge fan and referenced him often and his connection to Ajijic and Lake Chapal.
All the best! Gracias.