February 23, 2004
Connected strings
Here's a little wowo, rainbow connection experience (That's just a sentence to tie the photo and the text together, forgive me. I think one of my pelican pictures would have been more appropriate.)
There were two women, best friends, attending this seminar together. One of them was named Dakota too. They had a third friend, Sally, with whom they had been saving money to come to this training. Sally died last December and left them her portion of their savings, thus enabling them to make this trip. They honored her memory in many ways during the week, and we all knew the story.
So here's the wowo part. Dick Schwartz, our esteemed leader, began every morning with a meditation. On this particular morning I was sitting next to the other Dakota. We were asked to visualize the beginning of a path, and instructed to ask our "parts' to wait there, while our self went on a walk. It was fine if our parts couldn't leave the self, some of them needed alot of reassurance; somebody left their parts with a cell phone -- whatever. My parts were quite happy to separate because they seem to know that there are big benefits for them if I can do it.
So my "self" walked down the path. Directions were to see the path through the eyes of the self, embodied - not to see it walking down the path from the outside. I started in the Yellow Mountains in China for some reason, but the scene soon changed to the dunes near the ocean (with which I am somewhat more familiar). We were then given the option to leave the ground if we chose. no pressure. I had my first flight -- most pleasant. The final suggestion was to see if there were any messages that came to self in any form. I got one! I was so excited. My message was the word "Believe" It was repeated several times. Then we wrapped up, landed, walked back, picked up our parts and returned to the room.
We were asked to share our experiences afterwards. I said that I had received the message "Believe". The other Dakota, sitting next to me, was stunned. "Believe" had been Sally's mantra. She even had a license plate that said "Believe".
I told the other Dakota that Sally had transmitted to the wrong Dakota. The other Dakota said, "No, she had a sense of humor, and if the message had come to me, I would have thought I was just making it up." I thought I was just making it up too.
Posted by Dakota at February 23, 2004 10:32 PM