I have found myself in the middle of bliss. Good food, good conversation and apartment zen.
After the meal with a variety of 5 different hot sauces on the table, we sat downtown again in the swankiest movie theater i have ever been in... "The Living Room".
This place is modern and squuuueaky clean. It's swank, with full bar and sexy sultry jazz band back in the corner. Nine dollars.
Bob Marley on the big screen is now in my face, and i am gripped with a mocha fantastic grin, fli=ying over the sweet green covered hills of Jamaica. Yes I WAS flying, along with the fantastic airplane shots of the countrysides. I see the Door of No return in Africa, where the slaves, were as it clearly states, were never to return. I felt my heart center ripping open with it ALL. My belly emo center spinning and churning, and steaming the coals.
I found this room to be holding me in a kind of space, that i have been making for others these past 6 months or more, with the Serpentbird 7 and our Medicine Wheels.
Here i was watching the master, leaping around the entire planet with his yin and yang blood black and white messages of peace. It's just a baffling thing to wonder, why there are so few of "these" (types) as he was. So much burning, so much unstoppable-ness.
It's on and on...doors of mystery he walked through. The nature of his devotion to God, and the use of music to transmute the evil in his life and the world was so great.
You can't help wanting the music to be in your own self after seeing that kind of light.
The next day....
I can't decide which part of this huge metro i want to traverse, and perhaps tear into.
The sun is burning up the day pretty early in the day, compared to my first two here. I grab my Turtle bag and opt for the Saturday market. Animal Medicine Cards, and colorful scarves. I just wondered what the chances were i could be the messenger today.
After another cute little home-made breakfasts from my hosts, i thought the least i could do is score some organic greens to bring back to the land of I.P.
So i spot the people from Greenpeace and steer past their neon hair, because of my budget. I take a photo of a spread of Morel mushrooms that i hadn't seen outside of a biology textbook. ---MORE LATER
So I had to call on my inner strength to feel that I could not only make a small profit on the lawn in the midst of the farmers market, but have confidence in my abilities.
I set myself down next to a tall tree and a juggler. Butterfly hankercheif, and my alpaca scarf, made a table. A white crystal for the center, silk colored scarf on my head, and then heads were turning. I took out my trusty carnelian mala and began chanting Tara mantras and simultaneously chanted repeatedly..."I am the Hawk". I asked in prayer for a person who needs my messages.
Not more than ten minutes brought me a silver haired woman. She asked what it was that i do, and i said that i can help her identify her inner powers through animal medicines. I explained my pricings, but she wasn't budging. She was joyful and light in spirit though, so we talked for a bit. I decided to make one last suggestion, and she went for a 5 card Butterfly spread.
A half an hour or more brought us through the wheel, and by the end we both had experienced tears. We had a kinship in the need for high knowledge and close communion with Spirit. I explained to her that this year there is a real need for people to go travel to new places and spread their light around. It is difficult to paint with my words, so I will paraphrase it. She had Dolphin medicine that needed to be awakened. Sound healing, and a need to find her own voice. She had Eagle medicine, which required an extra layer of peeling away her own small "self" and surrendering even deeper into Spirit. She had the Hummingbird which requires opening to love. This is where the water wall came through. She needed to do all of the things/lessons that she said she already knew. Although she was older and perhaps wiser, I had to remain strong in my gut feelings to tell her to revisit everything with more intensity. I knew her Spirit quest, and i knew the level of near insanity it requires. This time she just needed to have more receptivity and perhaps (at my suggestion) a brand new crystal singing bowl. I came out of it knowing that I helped deliver some real breakthroughs, and i hoped she would go home and plan a totally insane journey to new and far off places.
AND why Peace Pilgrim? Well, my new friend that i "read" for gave me a book about Peace Pilgrim called Steps Toward Inner Peace. This little booklet is one i believed most cherished on the planet by women mmmm maybe in their 60's. She was a prophet; a seeker. She walked more than 25,000 miles across North America etc etc. As you can read in her book. And i mention it just to add that out of all journey-ers i have heard of in history, she truly must have been one of the few women on the planet to rise up and out of babylon so successfully. Peace ...a monumental thing to instill among the insane and within ourselves.