took a long nap today. leftover from yesterday afternoon, methinks. met with a powerful babaylan named Bong D. i thought the babaylan were extinct, gone the way of the jedi. (i wonder if george lucas knows how much he has affected me.) anyway, still trying to integrate all of the teachings and learnings from that meeting. had to sleep early last night, exhausted...
learning about the babaylan is one of my intentions for this journey here. i remember thinking about it when i was reading Leny's latest book, A Book of Her Own: Words and Images to Honor the Babaylan. i wondered how i could meet them, learn from them, study with them.
wonder no more, Muki! turns out Susan is friends with one; and he is going to be teaching alibata to the TOS participants, second week, when we move to los banos. and another woman who edited an anthology on the babaylan will be lecturing that same week on the indigenous period. awesome.
i was a bit scared to meet with Bong, actually. Susan just recently reconnected with him, after losing touch with him for the last 20 or so years. just reconnected last week, i think.
i knew he would confirm what i've been knowing all along. knowing and reluctant. knowing and denying. knowing and terrified. knowing and accepting. all the while knowing...
i am powerful. i have important work to do in this lifetime. i am a rhythmic white world bridger. boy, am i ever. he said that he has been waiting for me. he first knew i would be coming three years ago. that he's so happy to see me again. that he can see in my eyes that i am on a spiritual path, that i am understanding the significance of this path. that i play an important role in the great convergence, in the tipping point, in the critical mass. you can feel it, too, he said.
yes, i can. these glimpses frighten me. and i'm working with it. they don't frighten me so much anymore. i am moving through it. i'm leaning in. what was it the Mitra said? "Anything that gets in the way of you and your freedom, lean into it."
i'm leaning in. and it's good. talked with Bong about my self doubt. he nodded. he understood. need to move through it... heard this before.
i am. and, i'm asking for help. and it's coming. it's here. ultimately, it's my work to do. i remember that.
so much synchronicity happening here. Rian, Susan's younger daughter, age 6, was so proud of herself yesterday. she picked out her outfit for both herself and her older sister, Sarita, age 11. they wore matching Michaelmas t-shirts and flower print pants. Sarita had a dream about a dragon shop the night before, where she wanted to buy a gift and didn't have enough money. that was Sandy's shop, i think. then, during our marathon conversation with Bong, he said something about the archangel Michael slaying a dragon. Michaelmas again. must be a significant holiday in Waldorf education, if the kids have the t-shirts. september 29, one day after vassi's birthday.
fil-ams will play an important role in this convergence, and i will lead them. i point the way.
listened again to my astrological reading with Dr. Turner. everytime i listen to that thing, i glean something new, or fortify myself...again. this shit is deep. this t square business, like a crucifix. three unaspected planets. no wonder i am the way i am! sheesh. this self-doubt. transformation...
Bong mentioned some groups that he was connected to here, and he invited me to join him one of these days. meditation groups and something about the ascension path. maybe thursday. we'll see how my schedule goes. transportation is always a challenge... yes, and this, too.
i love how dramatic and animated he is. he has a theater background after all and insipid wings. he was talking to his spirit guides the whole time. fascinating, really. mentioned that he wants to connect me with a woman named Tess MacKenzie. wonder who she is. no doubt, i'll be meet her soon enough.
planning to have coffee (read:tea) with Pia's friend, Ling tomorrow. hope that works out. cultivating community...
so grateful...
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