And I begin sinking deeper and deeper into the earth. I can feel land and sea creatures swimming around me in the earth. And I feel wetness, tears of the mother pouring and seeping through her pores onto my skin: raw, fresh, and visible.
And the roots within the earth start to run up my legs and arms and body, handing me across to all the other roots and they bring me to the surface. And as I come up under the ground, I am in a room, a room filled with books and knowledge, with creativity and imagination, stories, thoughts, beliefs, programming, ideas, and words. So many words.
The entire room is filled with everything that I think I know, everything that I think I understand. Flowers and trees and books and shelves and cups and windows and railroads and trains and….
And a baby sits in a doorway crying, screaming. I crawl over to her and I ask her what’s wrong and she just keeps crying as if she can’t see me. She has a golden orb, sitting in front of her, shining. Her whimpering begins to lessen. And she sits there and gives a big deep sigh as if she’s had decades of trauma, of sorrow, of pain and suffering.
Deep, deep sighs. She doesn’t understand why she’s here, why she came, what her purpose is and she feels scared and all alone, frightened, but curious and filled with an energy of all those who came before her and all the knowledge, wisdom, and things and words and objects, whatever is in creation, in the room, but none of it resonates, none of it fills her heart
And in this golden orb she hopes she can find an answer. She takes another deep breath, looks up at the sky as if to ask for guidance or plead for something more. She picks up the orb and puts it in her lap and studies it carefully. It is clear and shiny, perfectly round.
She puts her hands around it and places her third eye upon it and it begins to shift and move and it hovers above her lap and opens up and her big eyes stare into it hoping for some sort of sign or answer, some wisdom, some knowledge. And then it turns into a rocket and flies away.
And she drops her hands and lowers her head, almost in defeat, exhausted, exhausted in her 1 year of life on this earth. She takes another deep breath and she looks deep into my eyes and says: “go to your inner child, go to your inner conflict, and erase what is known, for that which is known is something we believe we own and in that ownership we destroy what is – the truth, the present moment, our inner child.”
And as we sit there, all that was in the space is gone: the books, the objects, the room. And we sit in silence, in stillness, or what we believe is stillness and in this space where there is nothing left I hear the beat of a heart, the beat of the mother, creating and sharing her wisdom, carrying me back through the earth, with the roots, back to my truth. And I ask for guidance, what is to be shared, what is to be told:
- Movement and flow through the sound of energy, through transformation, will unleash and release your enemy
- Of which you have with yourself alone… this is where your wisdom will grow
- Letting go of what doesn’t serve and breathing in the sound of earth
- The sound of oneness that shines through all, this is the knowledge, for which you have called
- A universal signature, a heart that’s beating, with blood so pure
- Pure of intention, integrity, of shameless sight, prosperity
- Of walking through a land that’s broken, growing roots of what’s not spoken
- aligning with your inner child, and trusting nature doesn’t lie
- aligning with your feeling sense of wild nature’s innocence
- of pure and raw, fierce compassion, to allow our existence, its full expansion
What does your inner child want to show you or tell you? Sit in a quiet place and ask, and then allow yourself to be taken on a journey of growth and expansion.
Many blessings
~~Kathy