There are many ways to cleanse your energy field of hoocha, or denser energies. But where do these denser energies come from? Some might say this hoocha is other people’s negativity, and not want to be near those people. Some might think the energy may be the spiritual remnants of the dead. Negative energies I have heard them called.
What if I said energy is neither good nor bad except for our attachment to it?
In other words, what we attach to energy matters. Our perception of events, places, and people matters! Discerning whether denser energy comes from outside yourself or instead, comes from inside ourselves is really important to do. When cleansing, many of us don’t get it right because we are not considering that our reaction to something generates our own hoocha!! And we only focus on the thing outside ourselves that is making us “feel badly” or notice denser energies. When we are the creators of our own hoocha.
Hoocha, dense energy, is made by humans. It is created solely by us and our attachment to certain energies. It is often the manifestation of our unconscious biases and the silent belief systems that rule our lives when we should only be ruled by our hearts. That person on the street with the shopping basket and the disheveled appearance that creeps you out? I might feel compassion while someone else feels fear, someone else disgust… all of which is hoocha. Does that person I don’t even know really need cleansing? Have they done anything to me, about me, with me? Or do they simply exist? No. So how do I know they need cleansing? Well, maybe they look hungry, sad, disoriented, hurt. Yes, all hoocha for the experienced to cleanse and heal. But what about me? Do I need to cleanse my reaction? Absolutely.
The judgement in my reaction is going to affect my energy all day if I don’t. They were looking at me. I shudder. They are dirty. I shudder. They could be dangerous. I shudder.
Please insert any other person/situation.
We all have hidden, unconscious biases that trigger us to react in either positive or negative ways to everything. Our very existence is a series of actions and reactions. How we react is as much our action as it is a re-action.
To thoroughly cleanse the next time you sage, or perform hoocha mikhuy, or whatever your spiritual practice is, look within and reflect on what you need cleansed right now inside you.
Reflect on how your perception may be based on internal factors just as much as it based on external factors.
Take control of these reactions by offering this energy up to be cleared and see how amazing you feel!!
What doorways have you opened and chosen to walk through?
Where has the path led you?
This New Moon in Libra is calling us to throw out any pre-made plans for relationship with ourselves or with others. It is a new moon of definite action and forward movement searching to achieve justice and balance.
There isn’t much we can say we do in this lifetime that does not involve relationship. From the passion of romance and friendship, to talking to ourselves, to feeling the void of loneliness, there is always someone else with us observing, listening, judging perhaps. But ideally not judging at all. We bring this observer everywhere we go. Connected, we feel the presence of the Divine. Disconnected, we hear the lies of the Critic within and speak only to those belief systems and projections that whisper in our ears of our own failures.
I have come to see that All of Life is a communication, a reciprocal relationship. Relationship includes the breath we breathe in and breathe out, sharing the gasses necessary for our survival and for the survival of the plant world. Without the plants we have no oxygen to breathe. Relationship also includes the invocations and words we speak to Spirit and long to hear from Spirit. Relationship is also the way we treat ourselves.
To those of you who long for answers, who long for a connection to the Divine, to the Spirit that flows through all things and to the spirits that may be your ancestors, What do you offer to Spirit in return? Many of us have been taught that “The gift” is a passively received talent bestowed upon us for unknown reasons. It is a privilege that others don’t have.
I challenge that idea. When we begin to think of ourselves as separate, as privileged, as gifted, we create separation for ourselves from others and separation from Spirit. Spiritual communication requires Spiritual Relationship! And it is important to consider how and with what we are creating that relationship.
Do you ask questions and expect Spirit to answer when you have no foundational relationship?
Do you choose paths to follow without consulting the advice of Spirit?
Do you ask for gifts without offering anything in exchange?
Treat your relationship with Spirit as you would any human relationship. Care for it. Nurture it. Offer it the best parts of yourself. Tell the Truth to it. Don’t take advantage of it or manipulate it.
Sometimes we find ourselves opening doorways and walking through them when we don’t want to. On the day these pictures were taken I was having an argument with the person I love more than anything. We both had some choices to make that day about holding our anger or letting it go. We might have both been a bit slower to come together than usual. When I am upset I usually turn to Spirit for guidance. I took a quick side hike by myself and offered to the energy of the beautiful Nusta (nature being) of the land. I spoke from my heart to Spirit, asking for guidance. Soon I rejoined my partner and my daughter and we walked together through what I have to describe as sacred land. As I began to hear and feel and sense a spiritual presence who spoke to me, my partner gazed off into the trees, later telling me he had seen a man in the woods that disappeared as quickly as he appeared. The Spirit stood tall and proud in my eyes, a Native American spirit of stature, nobility and grace. He spoke of justice for his people and the way this land was taken from them. He welcomed the help of any person, any color to help, and suggested that my family and I were way showers, igniters, leaders of the path to justice. He reminded me that it was braver for his people to accept defeat at the hands of the settlers and to endure what they have endured for centuries than it would have been to fight every battle and lose just to save face. The nobility and the sacrifice shone in his beautiful eyes. He spoke with urgency. He longed to be heard. He recounted many of his people’s struggles and I paused our entire hike to sit and listen, translating out loud for my young daughter who longs to serve Justice for all people.
I was gifted a message of cosmic proportions and of personal significance. Within his stories, I felt comfort, strength and power. A giving and receiving of love so powerful that a nation sacrificed their pride, their very existence, to save the last of their own. And I wept for the loss of valor and dignity and life that was taken from them. All he asked was that I share this story and continue to show other white people the way.
Within his story I was gifted a wisdom that served my teeny tiny problem too. I had been triggered by an argument that spoke to me of many old battles with unworthy partners. I sought to protect and to defend myself from an enemy that no longer existed. I saw at once that it would be braver for me to admit this vulnerability and to seek a truce than it would be to fight for my old stories with this beloved man.
I took some time with this new certainty that I must be brave and be soft in my response to what I considered an affront. I cherished and made offerings of rose petals to the Spirit of Metacom who spoke to me here. And I chose a pathway that connected me deeper to my love and to my new stories of love and growth and relationship. We were able to repair things to a condition that was better than before. Sort of like taking a row boat and adding a sail. (Why make things harder than they need to be after all?)
I was older than I wished I was when I realized the beauty and miracles that happen when you create space for yourself to rest and to create and just be. I had been a self proclaimed multi-tasker, spinning my wheels on the unforgiving motor run by other people’s wants and needs. This put me in a constant state of adrenaline and stress. The pain wasn’t so great that I would stop what I was doing. But just enough to make me not experience living. Just Living. And the bliss that there is in that.
Now, don’t get me wrong. I am no hypocrite. And many people would say, looking at my life, that I am busier than most. I have reconciled myself to that. I am naturally more busy, more active, than other people. There is a truth to that in my natural energy. I have learned to not judge that in myself. But the equally important truth is that I can also enjoy the living of my life without being frantic, worried, searching, longing.
And this is where the freedom lies. Just living.
Yesterday I had set an intention to not plan anything at all except for my weekly meeting with the Q’ero elders and my beloved classmates to dive deeper into the divination with Mother Corn. And so when I went to bed Friday night, I put aside the laptop, I practiced some breathing, and I let myself fall into the soothing energies of the night where there is nothing to do but to just be. And in that space I asked my dreams to form around me and to clear the space for restoration to occur during the day so that I could serve the world the best way I can in the coming week.
And so with all intention, when it is specifically stated, spoken with heart and backed by wisdom, I had a miraculously fulfilling and joyous day. It began by lazily lounging with the love of my life and then going for a walk on the canal together. We passed by a celebration of sorts and were amazed by the appearance of the Wampanoag tribal day at Aptuxcet Trading Post on the canal. Not having any money with us (we were just walking after all) we stood at the far edge, listening to the beautiful music of the singers and trying to catch a peek through the trees of the dancing I love so much. Wouldn’t you know a beautiful older woman caught us, arms around each other’s waists, my toes tapping in rhythm to the drumming, and invited us in! Such a special treat to be a part of the vibrant sharing of this indigenous tribe who has suffered such indignity and yet keeps it’s heart open for all to join!
We stayed until our tummies were rumbling, telling us to go home, and I stopped by the canal to make my quiet offering to my Paqarina and Apu Kuna in the Andean tradition. I made a yummy lobster mac and cheese and stewed tomatoes with fresh tomatoes from our favorite farm stand. And I gave a beautiful healing to a client that I had offered a free Animo Wakay to. There was no pressure, no “have to’s” or “shoulds”. There was just open hearted giving and in return I was able to more deeply practice this new gift.
Later in the day after an excellent class with Don Fernando, Don Juan and Donna Rosita learning about the Q’ero traditions of death and dying, I felt called to practice my divination with Mother Corn and to make a haywariquy for a personal healing for myself. Spending a couple of hours in practice and prayer, I felt nurtured and supported by doing a healing for myself and by connecting deeper to the energy beings that I work with, live with, and love.
The day ended with a painting session with my youngest daughter. Just a little work as I finish up my Earth painting for my Vision Quest class taught by Whitney Freya. I notice as I struggle with the obstacles of my own perfectionism that this practice has softened me a bit into letting go and allowing life to happen in a way I had not allowed before. And look at the magic this letting go allows in! The shift is very pleasing but I promise to not get too attached to this either. Because I do not want to hook myself into my own expectations and be led by the nose of ego again. But I do intend to allow as much space as I can into my life to be fully free and to enjoy each moment as I live it. And to allow gratitude flow for all of my teachers, whether they intend to teach me or not.
Why is it so important to connect with and to honor our ancestors? How do we do this when well, to put it mildly, some of our ancestors have been less than spiritually aware themselves? I mean what is the point?
Honoring our ancestors is another layer of our own self-discovery and empowerment.
Honoring our ancestors helps to restore our own blood, life and spirit to wholeness.
Honoring our ancestors helps to heal and bring transformation to their spirits so that they may transcend and awaken on the Spiritual field.
When I look at it like that, I cannot help but say this is a crucial aspect of our own spiritual awakening. Even while I have the utmost compassion for all of us who have ancestors it might not make sense to connect with, or might not feel healthy to connect with because of trauma, injury, and just general vibe! I have to encourage you to try.
You don’t have to ask the grandfather who beat your mother to a pulp for sage advice.
You don’t have to consult the wisdom of the parent who molested you.
And please, certainly don’t align yourself with the racist, sexist, and prejudiced views of many of our deceased generational progenitors.
BUT DO LOVE.
Offer love. Offer forgiveness. Make a cup of tea. Light a candle in remembrance. Make an offering and set some time aside for messages. I like to make my ancestors a meal.
Noonoo’s spaghetti (it was a rare recipe. wink wink. Tomato soup on noodles. Bleh ) Donuts (My Dowdy loved donuts). Potatoes (I’m Irish after all). Ginger snap cookies and butterscotch candies, Grandma’s blueberry muffins….
It doesn’t have to make sense.
But hopefully it will make peace. (I was going to say love but there are some dirty minds out there LOL)
You might not know what your family loved to eat. That is ok. You may not know your family at all. Again. Ok. Time to do some research though. (This isn’t a plug, but I have loved using 23nme and ancestry.com). Finding out where you come from and to whom you belong can give so many clues as to why you are where you are right now.
The important thing is that you begin making connections in the spiritual realm to your ancestors so that you can begin (or continue) to heal yourself and to heal your family lineage. A wise woman once told me that every step forward we make may heal 7 generations of our line!!
We are energetically building towards Oct. 31 and Nov 1, all Soul’s and All Saint’s day. As we harvest our physical crops and prepare for the saving and wintering over of our earthly bounty, let us also connect with the energy of all that has passed, including our loved ones, with the understanding that past, present, and future are woven vibrantly into the fabric of our NOW.
We were lucky enough to spend the last week or so before school starts up floating in the ocean and practicing our best “go with the flow” moves in the high tides of the Aquarius Full Moon and the hurricanes blowing past our waters. August is my favorite feeling water month. The water feels softer and warmer than it does during the other summer months. The excitement of summer finally getting here after the long winter and spring(ish) months has quieted down and we can truly let our bodies relax into the energy of warm summer waters.
This August we spent our time offering our hearts to the water and the letting go process that I often don’t let myself feel. Sinking into the waves that lap over our floating bodies, it takes some trust this year to stay afloat. We are surrounded by moon jellyfish, a benign slippery crystal clear creature that squishes by. I can look through their bodies and I contemplate the concept of transparency. What can we truly look through in our lives without the veils of belief systems, judgements and projections dressing up the illusion of transparent truth. We experience the feeding frenzy of striped bass chasing the minnows, chubs, and alewives into shore. I try not to startle and move too fast as the fish jump around us, breaking the silent stillness of dusk with their fins slapping the water. One hundred, maybe two hundred, birds descend upon the waters, piercing the silence with their cries of delight. They feed happily. Aggressively. Freely. It is true joy being out here in the water, just observing. Every day I offer my denser energies through the black belt of my sacral energy center to the water that has been my companion for almost my whole life. I stand solid footed in the warm water, calling out to the nature beings softly, but surely. Building relationship with the energies of nature has become a natural part of my life. I engage in the sacred reciprocity of breath, offering an exchange of my light, my CO2, to the plants around me as they freely offer me their sweet oxygen. My lungs fill, and I hold it for a second, savoring the moment as I imagine my cells lighting up like stars in the night sky as they oxygenate. In my mind I see my own blood deepening it’s rich red tones as it fills with oxygen.
I exhale and let my breath fog an imaginary window in front of me. Ujjayi. I release into the breath and let go. By the time we are finished swimming for the night, our bodies heavy with waterlog, our fingers and toes wrinkling up with the wetness and the cold, I feel sedated and calm. I silently ask the Universe to allow me to feel this serene when I am not in the water. I long to carry the feelings of satiety and peace, wonder and awe with me wherever I go. But I know that in the storm of today’s world, with the excitement and worries of starting another year of counselling in the schools that I may not be perfect at this. And so I practice. This night and every night, I will continue to practice just going with the flow.