Sounds Like Falling Tears

Guidance and angels surround us all. I found myself asking Super G, my super hero grandfather in spirit, how he was going to hold my hand for the next steps. How was he going to protect me from a lifetime of being violated? Nothing was coming through . . . silence.

The silence of falling tears. Cease the constant mind chatter that covers up the deep sadness. Under the surface a wonder awaits.

I drove along the highway on my way to the Spirit Walkers November Full Moon Celebration. 23 minutes to my destination. It had been months since the last time I had gone to a full moon celebration. Not sure why other than I felt irritated with myself. Today was different, today everything aligned.

I found myself standing in front of the mirror looking at myself and thinking, “You are ok just the way you are.” Which, at the moment, meant to not put make up on and not harshly judge myself or my clothes. A simple sweater, yoga pants, scarf and moccasins would do.

Turns out, the lack of make up = no mask. I left my mask on the shelf at home and showed up at the full moon ceremony as I am.

As I am now. Wendy, age 55. Without the mask. Free.

At the ceremony, I transformed during one of the experiences. A man named Horse who runs Three Feathers Farm, led the circle in responsive vs reactive consequences. Most of us stood on the West to declare publicly that which we choose to release. I publicly announced, “I am Wendy and I leave behind the sadness of a lifetime and beyond of not being loved. And I leave behind decades of being molested and raped.” I sobbed. Was I really doing this? The words that came out of my mouth were much different from what I had rehearsed in my mind.

In a circle of dozens of people and with a microphone in my hand. I said, “What does it sound like? It sounds like tears falling and the silence of no chatter to cover up the sadness.”

The mediator of the circle experience spoke powerfully. “It is no longer your story. You stand in the West and have done the work. Are you ready to release it? The story is no longer yours, it belongs to them. If you are ready, we will walk across the altar to the East. What will you find in the East?”

“Joy.” I looked him in the eye and sobbed.

He said “Today, November 4, 2017 is your birthday. For today you were reborn.”

I walked across the altar and into the East. Across the rug lying in the center of the circle. On the north and south were a sacred ceremonial blankets. In the center was a bear skin. I felt free. Paused on the edge of the rug. And then entered into my new reality where I am loved. Where I am treated with loving kindness and respect by all.

“I feel like dancing.”

“Well then dance!”

Every cell in my body was dancing. I shook uncontrollably like a leaf for the next hour. Standing in the East crying for all the people in the circle that let go of that which no longer serves them.

I now integrate joy into my life. Wendy, age 55. I am no longer the stories of the others that did not love me the way I deserve to be loved. I am simply the essence of how I am created to exist.

Thank you for your time.


 

Mt Hood Timberline Rd waterfall 3b.jpg

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s