“Life Visioning”
"Life Visioning" February 10, 2013
Shadows and Sadness
The pain is so constant. The depression, the darkness, the rainfall. I feel shunned and unloved by the community. Barely capable of getting out of bed, I walk lonely paths by the Water, with only my beloved North by my side ….
My attempts to connect with the community of magicians had failed. More than this, my attempts to engage in the practices of softness that they so admired did not bring me the fellowship I longed for. While I did my best to adapt, I felt a wall of judgment and pretension that separated us, an elemental feeling that said I was too intense, too fiery and too loud to swim alongside them in their world of teacups and tears.
It is here that I am almost out of hope once more. Where I ask the Universe to send me a sign, and receive a vision, to listen to someone called ‘Michael Beckwith’
Once again there is the sensation that I am in the archetypical realm of stories, that North and I move through a forest of shadows and distoritons, the proverbial 'dark forest' of the storytales where the hero and their faithful companion are left to fend for themselves against the darkness and tremors of the unknown.
I do not understand why it seems like everyone around me rejects me, that my only true companion is my wolf brother and the moon. I feel like an outcast.
It is a very difficult time as the shadows are crushing me from within. Isolated, rejected and disgruntled, I am alone save for the presence of my beloved wolf as I make my way across the depths of the Shadows around family, fellowship and connection ….
Everything was deeply oppressive in this place, where I felt ignored and isolated from what i’d hoped was a welcoming community after my isolation in the mountains. Sadness and darkness were my companions, save for the radiant light of my familiar, relentlessly by my side across the Dark Forests of the Mythica.
Here, North’s fur glowed in the darkness, leading me forward through the sullen trees of that inner place, holding me steady through the storms.
It seemed as though the dark and the cold would never relent as we walked the path next to the flowing river, my face huddled for warmth from the mist.
It is at this time that I first encounter the teachings of Michael Beckwith, discovering his emanation of the “Life Visioning” practices whilst praying for assistance through the deep Shadowlands of my journey, occurring during my time in the dark winter rains of Gresham, Oregon.
That is the tone. I could feel it. The aspect of the angelic chorus, singing the song of freedom. The light was clear, even through the muddy shadowscapes of the Mythica.
I felt forsaken, stumbling through places of doubt and despair. Where I felt uninvited by the firesides, along in a fortress of solitude.
Yet even in this, there was hope. I was not alone. Not truly. My wolf was by my side, sleeping with me on the furs and cushions. Helping me to make my way into the northern territories of the Mythica.
I felt like Atreyu from the Neverending Story, moving through a realm of sadness. Where I simply could not navigate, so heavy were the weights upon my heart.
It is a very difficult time as the shadows are crushing me from within. Isolated, rejected and disgruntled, I am alone save for the presence of my beloved wolf as I make my way across the depths of the Shadows around family, fellowship and connection ….
Everything was deeply oppressive in this place, where I felt ignored and isolated from what i’d hoped was a welcoming community after my isolation in the mountains. Sadness and darkness were my companions, save for the radiant light of my familiar, relentlessly by my side across the Dark Forests of the Mythica.
Sifu Boggie
It is during this time that Sifu Boggie appears again in the field, helping me to move through the energies through the radiance of Qi that is his essence.
Paths of Shadow
It is a very difficult time as the shadows are crushing me from within. Isolated, rejected and disgruntled, I am alone save for the presence fo my beloved wolf as I make my way across the depths of the Shadows around family, fellowship and connection ….
Everything was deeply oppressive in this place, where I felt ignored and isolated from what i’d hoped was a welcoming community after my isolation in the mountains. Sadness and darkness were my companions, save for the radiant light of my familiar, relentlessly by my side across the Dark Forests of the Mythica.
Here, North’s fur glowed in the darkness, leading me forward through the sullen trees of that inner place, holding me steady through the storms.
It seemed as though the dark and the cold would never relent as we walked the path next to the flowing river, my face huddled for warmth from the mist.
It is at this time that I first encounter the teachings of Michael Beckwith, discovering his emanation of the “Life Visioning” practices whilst praying for assistance through the deep Shadowlands of my journey, occurring during my time in the dark winter rains of Gresham, Oregon.
Characters Appearing
Michael Beckwith
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