Never before have I loved and hated life so much. HA! Let’s just be honest. The conscious path is one of true paradox. It doesn’t really make life easier. The conscious path is like any other obsession. It wakes you up in the morning, and keeps you from going to bed at night. The endless self-discovery and need to solve all the mysteries of life is a daunting task, but you feel me. I don’t think I need to go into the planetary activity going on. Don’t get me started on the solar flares.
But we press on in this endless transition we call “the Shift.”
The path of awakening can lead you to the highest of highs, the lowest of lows, and if we are lucky, we get to be in the middle a good part of the time. I wouldn’t trade it, would you? Every time I say I’m going to take it easy, the mystery does another layer of unfolding, and the obsession reawakens, and THEN yes, then I know I have figured it out. And every time, those five minutes are the best five minutes of my life.
It’s like those moments on stage after you have been working on something for weeks, months or even years. Then you are granted this small window of time where it all lines up: your mission, your soul, your heart, your body, your passion, your relationships, your gift. In one moment, they are all together, fully expressed, fully understanding this whole incarnation thing in the eternal now.
These are great moments.
I had one of these moments last Friday night at a warehouse party in Brooklyn, NY. After obsessing all day with nerves, I arrived on stage with my two priestesses, Lauren “DJ Chela” Harkrader and Malia Kulp, to sing, drum, and channel for the young and eager indigo partiers.
This particular night of performing and channeling may have been the easiest, most joyful experience of my life. In the seedy up and coming neighborhood of Bushwick we brought the light, the love, the angels, the Hathors and the song. I was convinced that every bit of personal work and spiritual evolution I had gone through had led up to that very moment. Ah ha!! That moment was the reason for my very existence. Victory!
Giddy and high from the experience, we took to the streets so that Lauren’s boyfriend Pedro could photograph us: The Witches of Bushwick.
Some of my favorite DJ’s were on that night, but the brujas were feeling very sensitive and we could not stay at the party. So, we took our crystals, orgone dodecahedrons and sage, and left, leaving the all night dancing to the second wave indigo babies.
I was so exhausted and loopy I didn’t do any of the things I would normally do after a channeling, like seal up my field, stretch, shower, eat or snuggle. And I didn’t really sleep with all that energy running through me. I woke up still high from the channeling and headed to a recording session with magical piano genius, Adam Ahuja. Lost in the river of the song, I thought to myself, “THIS is the moment, THIS one!” He recorded five takes to add to one of my original tracks, leaving me overwhelmed with gratitude and inspiration. The cup was overflowing.
Ah, the sound engineer rolled his fourth joint and I began to look around. It was a little cloudy in there, not to mention the empty extra large glass bottles of Jack scattered amongst hundreds of thousands of dollars worth of equipment. I thought to myself,
“Here I am wide open, exhausted, practically glowing in the dark…surrounded by pot and alcohol goobers, haven’t I written article about not doing this kind of thing? I’m sure I look like the best meal they’ve ever seen, but no worries, I’m a pro. I’m no longer susceptible to this stuff, now that I have such good boundaries. It’s just plants and grains. After all, I’m on the conscious path.”
By the time I got home I could barely stand up, and went into the heavy, hung over kind of sleep that frankly I’ve only experienced on painkillers. I was way too tired to de-goober, so I just went to bed, figuring that the little monkeys could enjoy my company for a night before I sent them to Creator in the morning.
I woke up and was definitely NOT having one of those fully lucid moments of enlightenment. Oy, as we say in Brooklyn. With so much expansion and no conscious integration, my emotional body snapped. Whaaaaa! I cried it out with one of my besties, naming every unsolvable problem I could think of, and then went to the park and lay down on the Earth, my daily practice. Wouldn’t you know it, in just a few minutes I was able to release all goobers to Creator, release all yucky energy to the Earth and rebalance my field. I stayed out there for several hours in bliss. Good as new, I saw some clients and watched Game of Thrones.
And that was my weekend on the conscious path. How was yours?
In conclusion, there is no conclusion. I didn’t even know what I was going to write about when I started this, so here we are. Let’s all just keep going, let’s keep doing this thing and writing articles that go nowhere. It’s totally amazing, and totally awful. Congratulations for making it to this moment, I’m sure it wasn’t easy. I love you.
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