I wandered deep into Topanga on Saturday and emerged, at days end, a different person. Most days I wake up and go to bed pretty much the same. It’s been that way for years. But not so much this time. Altered states: mind blown.
There were others there as well, most much braver than me, I think. From what I can tell there were four types of people: practitioners (read psychotherapists/shaman/all forms of healers), the hallucinogenic crowd, folks with serious baggage, and spiritual seekers. Going in I considered myself the later. Coming out I am not so sure.
I was there to explore the spiritual realm. To dance with the divine. To breath, drop in and travel some. To connect to my various guides and explore the transpersonal: there’s my Elephant, the old Brown Man, the Dancing Girl and the color portals. All familiar territory, warm and inviting.
What was new this time around was the simultaneous physical release. I have dabbled here once or twice before, pushed up against the edge, but have never gone over the line. I have arrived at an endorphin driven euphoria beyond words. Think Flow. I have also read about, heard tell of and witnessed others in various advanced states, so I knew more was possible. But for the past 56 years I have always played it safe. Don’t get me wrong, it was often really, really, intense, but in the end, it was always safe. Because I knew I was in control.
That all falls by the wayside when Ego goes out the window.
My body spoke. Screamed really. In a language all its own. In a rhythm I know intimately. Born from the fabric of my soul, releasing up and out into world, then being, free and alive. I couldn’t hear it before. Now I do.
Welcome to the Monkey House.
Onward – >
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