It’s funny how we are always in some kind of flux…growing, flowing, being molded by our surroundings. It seems that no matter how far up our personal, evolutionary tree we climb there are still wounds to heal, lessons to learn, and potentials to explore. That is what makes living so divine! ************************************************************ I returned home from Florida, knowing that in a few short weeks I would be connecting with members of my Spirit Tribe; a group of Wyrd (connected to fate) Travelers I met (this life) while on a sacred pilgrimage to the United Kingdom. Our meeting was something no doubt planned in the betwixt & between, for kinships formed throughout lifetimes are a kind of magic of their own.
Knowing I would soon be spending time in deep transformational space, I recognized that my self-work was not done, in fact, I had just placed my foot upon the trail of transformation. After all, I was seeking to change the tempo in which I lived my life, not an easy task.
Being dedicated to myself, I started speaking of the change I was seeking, using words that supported my goal. Positive affirmations are a good way to support and direct growth and healing in our life. After all most of our problems come out of the bad programming that runs on repeat inside of our heads; spewing out negative bullshit that wastes the potential of our minds. Just imagine what life could look like if we spoke as many encouraging words to ourselves…
I walked away from obvious negative internal banter along time ago, but that does not mean my brain is always kind to me. While I don’t bad-talk myself in the way that many people do, I run a to-do list that has the potential of being never-ending. So I still have need of positive affirmations, mantras, and intentional thoughts. This was how I spent the weeks between my travels, reinforcing the new setting I had chosen to live my life in; the one with purposeful movement and lots of Catnaps.
The trouble was I still could not see the direction I wanted to go in, the prey I wanted to stalk or the perhaps a better way of putting it was I had not yet received the scent of that which I sought. I was pretty sure I would find it while on Sacred journey and I was anticipating the insight it would lend to me.
The drive to COSM was absolutely beautiful. The first part of the journey was straight down the state of Vermont via I91; a quiet highway with little traffic and few sightings of civilization. Then we headed west & south along the Taconic State Parkway to the Hudson River Valley of NY.
COSM-the Chapel of Sacred Mirrors is a sanctuary, a church of sorts dedicated to the visionary arts and creativity. It is also a sacred womb of awakening, an intentional space filled with the mind ‘altaring’ art of Alex Grey and his wife Allison. The permanent art collection at the sanctuary is known for integrating both scientific and spiritual truths. In short, it is a place of transformation!
Visionary art; such as Alex & Allison Grey’s, is meant to trigger the subconscious, allowing us to step out of our analytical mind and into the deeper vastness of our souls knowing. Spending time submerged in such art often works on the receiver long after they have walked away from the physical display.
My fellow Wyrd Travelers and I went to COSM with this in mind, we were looking for the full experience as well as a place we could step into our shared spiritual work without disturbance. We received both, as the universe provided us with the opportunity to be the only guest staying @ Grey House (the Inn at COSM) for the duration of our visit.
In visiting the Chapel of Sacred Mirrors my personal goal was to receive with an open mind, allowing messages of direction to come to me, instead of my normal steady push for deep waters. After all, I was working with Big Cat/Panther; I was not searching under every rock for my knowledge, instead, I was waiting around stealthily for it to appear. Most of my time there was taken up with group work, primarily focused on helping others wake-up peacefully, in this time of Psychic Evolution. My individual work was more subtle…it involved meditating in the temple room in the early hours of the morning, and absorbing the energy of the place while I slept…where it infiltrated my dreams and seeped into my knowing. I don’t recall a single ‘Ah-ha’ moment of self-awareness, yet I left understanding my future path more clearly and have continued to unfold subconscious wisdom in my dreams; both waking and sleeping.
Perhaps it was in walking the grounds, rich with Earth energy; intentionally harnessed through the works of Geomancy-the art of placing or arranging buildings or other sites auspiciously, walking the labyrinth or observing the many paintings & statues with their multitude of eyes, that triggered such introspection. But I truly feel that I walked away with a deeper knowing of my path and a clearer understanding of how to get there.
I have used Sacred Travel as a vehicle for transformation for many years now. There is something about stepping away from our mundane world, that allows us to look at our life differently. I know I am fortunate enough to do so regularly, and for that I am thankful. But this has not always been the case, I have not always had the luxury of time and money to make such things happen.
So…how do we submerse ourselves in Sacred Pilgrimage when we do not have the luxury of leaving our home, family & obligations?
I will be talking about just that in part 3 of this Sacred Travel log, which will be out on Friday, April 5th. Thanks for following along on my adventures…
ps-A big fat, grey squirrel was very comfortable on the property. I found it to be a cosmic joke, as I had been saying I needed to put the squirrel in a cage; in reference to my need to step away from squirrel as my active power animal. By the end of the weekend at COSM I realized that my reference of ‘caging the squirrel’ was really a pretty shitty way to give thanks to an animal spirit that has helped me achieve a lot over the last few years, and that instead I needed to give thanks to it and wish it a safe journey. So thank you, my friend, for all your fast-paced, zing.