Reaching In: A healing journey

She had enough of the grief and pain

So she stopped at the edge of the big river

The one that runs out to the sea

And she reached in deeply.

Breathing through it all, she started with her head and her brain.

Who knew you could reach inward so deeply?… she wondered.

She probed, and she bypassed the trinkets and baubles

the forks and other cutlery that were bound up by the neurological meandering

and the shiny tinsel and bright blue bows strung to and fro.

She left behind the sea salt sprayed memories

The smells of spring skiing and summer camping trips

The joys of the lovers’ first kisses

The riding of the bicycles and the running of the races

Until she finally found the dark, shiny, silver edged moon stone

The one that had been causing so much pain.

She wrapped herself around the shiny stone, surprised at how light it felt

How easily and comfortably it fit in her psychic fingers and she tugged gently

It did not budge.

Aum shanti, aum shanti, aum shanti

She chanted over and over again, her fingers touching the stone gently, compassionately

Sometimes she was patient, other times determined

Aum shanti, aum shanti, aum shanti

For days and months and then over a year she sat there at the river

The one that runs swiftly out to the seas

And she chanted Aum Shanti.

Aum Shanti again, again, again.

Eventually, slowly, she could feel the stone releasing itself into her psychic fingers.

Its movements were slow and steady, with every breath, with every repetition

Every Aum Shanti

There was a bit of movement toward healing.

One morning…Aum Shanti …and there was a release that was so sweet and kind

It filled her being with love and light.

The smooth rock slid into her psychic fingers and she gently and compassionately

Withdrew that smooth rock of aching pain

Lifting it back through the neurological tangle

Around the baubles, diamonds, flowers, and sunshine

Past the magical musical moments, through the snow storms, and joys of birthing

Near by the celebrations and feasts of delight

Skimming the roots of the inner tree of life.

And she pulled the stone lightly

Right out the top of her head, through a hole made by a beaming white light.

She held the shiny dark pain stone up to her eyes, looking deeply into it

She exposed it to the sun’s bright rays

Held the moonstone of pain to her heart

Inhaled the smell of it, breathing all the while, Aum Shanti

Tossed it from hand to hand to feel its dense yet lightweight nature.

Deeply aware of each moment of movement, she raised her arm and psychic fingers

And with great strength, with the utterance of the mantra,

Aum Shanti, she hurled it out into the swift moving waters of the cold river

The stone did not sink, so she watched it float away through the currents

Released to the river of life, the river of death, the river of all

And out it floated to the one great sea.

 

 

 

 

 

Free from pain at last.

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