KALEIDOSCOPE

Anyone plugged into new age works, spirituality or astrology on the internet will have heard about the current planetary Saturn opposition of Uranus. I think Robert Wilkinson in his site “Aquarius Papers” says it best, and I quote, “Pressures are very high, and it seems there are major separations from past and future in all sorts of life areas with new developments emerging.”

Maybe it’s the Hanged Man showing up repeatedly in my card readings beseeching me to surrender. Maybe it’s that same card showing up in #am and #pm tarot strings on Twitter more than once in this same week. Time flies by and the holidays approach quickly like a bull rushing toward the red cape. The wind in its wake leaves marks on my cheek, but the message is always the same. Give it up, and pay attention, the universal messenger says to me.

In this unique and rare astrological alignment, Saturn opposes Uranus in a kaleidoscope fashion showing us repeatedly where we must apply ourselves in our life journey and increasing pressure exponentially to ensure personal compliance. What lessons are we still to learn? What behavior or issues must be focused on? What part of the past will revisit us to take it’s message to the future? The graphic I’ve used in this blog is a piece of art by Grecian artist, Lambi Lentakis, and when I gaze at it, I find what I’m feeling perfectly captured on screen. Lambi is a bohemian artist who finds her spiritual solace on the Greek island of los, although she spends the winter months in Athens. Her work is inspired by the people she knows and the places she goes, and of course, by the island she so loves, which manifests regularly in her paintings. You can see more of Lambi's work here and follow her on Twitter here.

The day before yesterday, an enormous deer with a full rack atop his head, a buck and Prince of the Forrest, suddenly appeared to my partner Leslie beside the road on Sharp Park Boulevard. He confirmed the work to be done is spiritual in nature simply by virtue of his presence, of course, but his appearance to Leslie and the way she raved about it, with wonderment and awe, leads me to believe my work this opposition is within the fabric of immediate family.

It’s been a stressful few months, but things are settling down. When Mercury went direct, the stress bubble seemed to pop. Leslie’s knee surgery was cancelled (insert resounding sigh of relief here), we settled into our new domicile, and Elizabeth has established a comfortable groove in 7th grade. I’m still navigating significant workplace uncertainty, but I’m networking, making contacts, and I don’t feel like my arse is hanging out in a hurricane any longer.

Last night, after having a fabulously crappy evening and marching upstairs to go to bed in a thoroughly self-righteous huff, I promptly stepped into a steaming pile of dog poop the little pooch so graciously left, and tracked it all over the bedroom before I knew what had happened. The great Prince of the Forest was laughing his antlers off in the background.

This astrological energy is like a spiritual kaleidoscope. Life lessons, impressions, and what we project outwardly repeat back at us from different directions, swirling around in varying degrees of closeness, leaving little paw marks everywhere for us to read or clean up. How often these messages are repeated, or how loudly they are reinforced, indicate those issues we’d best focus on. If we don’t get it the first time, it’ll ramp up just a little more to make sure we get it the next, and it’ll do it again and again until, finally, we step in a big pile of dog crap.

What is my message?

Don’t be a jerk.

I hear it.

Loud and clear.

HEART-WIRED 2: The Butterfly

“… people who clear inner psychological blocks stimulate a group alchemy … then they can support those who continue to struggle.” Barbara Hand Clow, Catastrophobia.

Writing begins on July 10, 2009

Star light,
Star bright;
First star I see tonight.

Or, as Peter Pan called out during his flight with the Darling children, “Second star to the right, and straight on till morning.”

Our flight was limitless. Air, temperature, and wind were rendered irrelevant as my dragon and I moved rapidly, together as one, faster than light, unfettered by time, in the dimensional space between atoms. This space, the spirit space that is everywhere and no where, was still somewhat new to me. So, I was perched high atop Gregor’s back, a position taken for the sake of personal perception and equilibrium, and the illusion of movement, momentum and wind were for my benefit. This astral visit with Gregor was one of great reflection, the first part of which is posted here, and it wasn’t over yet. I was immersed in an intense and entirely new flow of recently opened psychic pathways, and processing all sorts of input. It felt good to be aloft, in accelerated motion, where I could think, and where I felt safe. Gregor, of course, knew all my thoughts intimately, as though they were his own, and reflected back only acceptance.

What a wild ride on Durga’s tiger! It started with a visit to Ammachi in June, and gained momentum with animal symbolism immediately thereafter. Specifically, ravens, crows, and my spiritual marker, the Great Blue Heron, made repeated appearances. This experience hit its stride when I met someone I’ve known in a previous life, and I felt the all too familiar resonant ping. I met a woman whose name is Crow, believe it or not, and who wields natural magic unconsciously in the context of her work.

I supposed I could have been frightened, but I knew something like this was coming. First, I saw both Amma and then Ammachi, and felt what they did to me physically, spiritually and emotionally, and that was followed by an intense and rare astrological line up. Let’s say it felt pre-destined. On one hand, I went about the business of home and work, and on the other hand, I experienced major emotional house cleaning. The Divine Mother had her broom out and was sweeping away old patterns from my head and heart. It was forced emotional purging, accelerated by the June 7 full moon in Sagittarius. “The 3 High Moons began at the Aries-Libra Full Moon of Spring. The life arising then takes shape in a wisdom form of the “Eternal Buddha Nature” at the following Taurus-Scorpio Full Moon, known as the Wesak Festival. At this third High Moon, the World Teacher takes that wisdom and distributes it to the entire world, where it influences the next 9 months.” <source>I had no doubt this dynamic astrological energy was influencing my experience, as my psychic pathways were wide open, wider than they’d ever been with the possible exception of when I was four years old. The Divine Mother, the World Teacher, was completely wiping my hard drive.

I felt Gregor laughing beneath me, as his enormous wings beat a rhythm against the wind. He heard my thoughts, followed it’s train to destination, and it made him chuckle knowingly. He could be a real smart-ass sometimes. I had to chuckle in kind, of course. After all, it takes one to know one.

From this vantage point, I was privy to the psychic landscape of our country, and I gazed in wonder at the lights below me. It was glorious! It was like looking at a shining, spiritual Christmas tree. There were lights here, there and everywhere. Most were powerfully dwarfed by several unbearably bright, spiritual infernos. I recognized Ammachi as a pulsating nova, whose flame burned hard and without rest, acutely focused as She is on Her world mission. A second blazing star burst was my spiritual mother, Sri Karunamayi, whom I call Amma. She shined like a celestial diamond, as well, and was surrounded by tiny smaller stars in her orbit, Her children. There were other lights, too; dimmer asteroids whose longevity and willingness to serve mankind made them stand out. Some of them were angels in human form, I think, with a secret earthly mission. But this was intuition.

I also saw dark patches where negativity ruled, and for a moment they concerned me. Gregor gave those patches a wide berth in flight, which was a relief, even though I could see them steadily consumed by the roaring flame of Mother’s homa fire. In time, they would be gone completely.

Writing resumes on August 11, 2009

The week after the June 7 full moon, a continuous ticker tape of emotional flow passed through me. It all seemed to revolve around the Crow, whom I’d only just met, and barely knew, but for some reason, couldn’t fathom losing again.

Again?

How do you loose someone you never had?

What I was feeling had no direct reference in this life. Meeting her and interacting with her, however, became a catalyst for clearing emotional blockage, symbolized by the Costa Rican butterfly with transparent wings. These butterflies are critical to the rainforest, just as healthy emotions are critical to our spirituality and well-being.

It was mid-June, and I sat in the living room as my emotions raged like wildfire. First, there was utter paranoia. Huge moths fluttered in my stomach, and I felt completely wired. When our deal is done, I will never see her again! Maybe, I fantasized, the reason why I had to get the hang of letting people go (my parents and childhood friends) is because a karmic re-meet means letting go again and again and again … Oh, I couldn’t bear it! Suddenly, strong desires to lash out and latch on, a strong need to satisfy dramatized behavioral toxins, pushed through me. The demons, Jealousy, Narcissism and Pain rushing as they were from someplace in my belly, made me feel a bit like I was losing my head. Then, on the tail of this deluge, I found myself most needful, as though big holes were left behind by those demons. Yes, there were holes, or phantoms of holes, left in the past. A strong need to fill those holes with sensations equally as dysfunctional arose in their wake. I exercised restraint. It was an effort, but I sat there. Ever the record keeper, I watched those demons pass through me from an intellectual place, so I could share the experience on my blog. I reminded myself I am no longer an emotional beggar, and others might benefit from my experience.

I am solid.

I also remembered wanting, needing and doing whatever necessary to get attention when I was younger, and it made me sad, genuinely sad. This was the first time I’d felt these old demons with objectivity and without the feigned security of old reactions. They revealed with crystal clarity how they’d manipulated me in the past, and reflected back the mistakes I’d made to accommodate them as they left me.

The sheer loneliness of the process felt suffocating.

Completed on August 20, 2009; New Moon in Leo

What I’d felt that night in mid-June was what I’d spent so much time in my shadowed past acting out over. Fear and it’s many disguises was the core of my wound in this lifetime and what I’d worked so hard to overcome. Now, it seemed my spiritual mother, the Goddess, made sure all vestiges of these old habits were wiped clean. All old reactions, habits and impulses had to be swept away before sustained healing could begin. My emotional awareness was poignant, and it was a few weeks before I felt even remotely “normal”. At the same time, we had to move out of the place we were living in, and there was so much activity, I had little time to reflect or process. A few things had changed dramatically, however. My intuition was kicked up to a crisp new level of precision, and when I’m tied to someone for whatever reason, I feel everything they feel at times quite literally. It’s very intense.

Recalling the phrase from a previous blogpost, “that which is unnoticed has the most power”, I am reminded again of the Costa Rican butterfly with transparent wings. The message of this spiritual ambassador is very clear. Indeed, in our lives and spirituality, emotions are not visible to the naked eye, yet how we react or respond to them certainly is, just as the absence of the Costa Rican butterfly portends great danger to the health of the rain forest. Symbolically, the butterfly reminds us that every aspect of our evolution accelerated or not, is important. Butterflies live their short lives with eloquence and grace, encouraging us to accept the changes we experience, to surrender to our evolution, and have faith that we are where we should be in our journey. In fact, butterflies grow and evolve with great speed. Perhaps that makes them an even more appropriate totem, given the speed with which our world is changing. The overall message of this creature is that full emotional integration is a critical aspect of spirituality, and that when we are emotionally assembled; we encourage the same in others.

My karmic re-meet, the Crow, is still a part of my life. The cathartic experience her presence provoked demands complete adherence to my spiritual values, so I don’t hug her each time I’d like to or shower her with too many gifts. I’m trying to decipher what it is we should be doing together in this life, without completely freaking her out, or myself for that matter, as the ties between us can be very revealing. Are we to be friends? Sisters? Will we work together in the future? Right now, it’s like putting a puzzle together with both eyes closed. If I don’t hear from her in a while, however, I am visited by a raucous pack of crows, and then the phone rings or I get an email message. Our interaction teaches me timely and pertinent lessons about myself.

I’ve realized that walking contradictory paths of selfishness and compassion have helped me understand what’s happened to me. It’s as if I had to experience one extreme to understand and better communicate the other outwardly. Hence, I am aware of my own accelerated evolution.

Still, here I am.

Aloft my beloved dragon’s back, and we are definitely headed somewhere.

Where we’re going has yet to be seen …

I feel plugged in to the heartbeat of Mother Earth.

I am heart-wired.

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Read part one here.

Read more about butterfly symbolism here.

Part 3, “Heart-Wired: On Dragon’s Wings” is coming soon.

The photograph at the top of this blog post was taken by Monika Mattsen, who is the daughter of an old high school buddy of mine. Thanks, Tracy!

Heart-Wired Part 1: The Raven

Foreward

I’d like to thank artist Lindy Gruger Hanson for allowing me to use this graphic, entitled “Basking in Moonlight”. Visit Lindy at her site here. Her work is whimsical, multi-dimensional, and I consider her ravens undoubtedly perfect for this piece. I’d also like to acknowledge Avia Venifica’s site, Symbolic Meanings, which I consider an invaluable resource. I’ve referenced and quoted her work more than once in this post.

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The phrase “natural magic” crossed my lens a day or so ago striking an enormous chord. “Simply, it’s using the organic rhythms of our environment, our world, our cosmos to our natural advantage. Actively dancing the Universal waltz – in step, in time and ready for the next whirl on the dance floor of our lives … Natural magic is observing, taking cues from, and participating with our environment to bring about desirable shifts in our lives.” (Source: Avia at MicheleKnight) With her thousand arms and hands, the Divine Mother communicates with us frequently through our surroundings, which I consider the truest form of natural magic. After absorbing this, I had a V8 moment. You know, the resounding “SLAP!” to the forehead followed by, “Wow, I KNEW that!” Lately, this happens every morning in the shower, where I tend to receive my most inspired messages from the ethers. The experience I’d like to share with you has been this way. One forehead slap after another. All the animal sign posts were present, guiding me step by step as they arose in my natural environment, and there were numerous real time synchronicities confirming the larger blueprint. I just had to get the hang of understanding them in the proper context before the lesson was revealed.

Please join me as I am “Heart-Wired.”

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Several weeks ago, I was on the deck behind our house in a chair that was cold against my back. It was midnight, I was restless, and I’d interrupted a few deer by coming outside. I closed my eyes, and with the inner voice that knows no boundaries, I called to my primal spirit guide, Gregor. This night the dragon was no where in sight. I can’t begin to predict the habits of the ancient beast as he travels blithely between worlds. I know I was heard, though. I felt him stir. So, I urged Gregor to me from where it was that he kept his solitary night’s vigil.

I felt him break away from the rolling hills he was so fond of.

“So, that’s where you are, “ I mused, and of course, he heard me.

I’d often wondered what the attraction was for him there in those vibrant green mountains. After all, he is a creature of spirit. Perhaps there was a gateway or rift of sorts, which eased his transport between times and places. Perhaps it was simply the trees and the mist.

In response to Gregor’s approach, I felt my heart glow of its own volition, in synch with the scarlet red jewel embedded in his massive chest. This happens each time we meet, and it is a confirmation of life, love, and our spiritual connection.

Now in full flight, Gregor broke away completely from the mountains and the emergent fog made spokey tendrils behind him. His serpent’s tail, at once an expression of emotion and a rudder, made illustrious spirals as he gained altitude. His wings beat a decibel splitting CRACK against the midnight chill, and he jettisoned forward on the Northern California wind.

Then quite suddenly, he was before me.

“Yes, little sssister, “ he spoke, and as always, the rumbling of his baritone voice shook me from my reverie. I was caught up in the delicious sights and sounds of his approach, which I could see and hear through him.

Gregor knew I was restless without uttering words telepathic or otherwise. And so he tugged as I released, and I was in astral form, utterly free from the mortal coils that bound me, confined me, and caged me. Together at last, we roamed unfettered.

“I came down from the spires, from the vast ethers which have no form, to answer your call, little sssister. You long for answers; the answersss you believe will free you from your burden. Do not look outside yourself, little ssssister, look within. Sssee the unlimited sssigns and use them to unlock the sssecrets of your heart.”

“But what if I can’t figure it out, Gregor?” I asked, concerned. Recent years gave me greater respect for the progress of my spiritual journey.

“The sssecrets that elude you should rest at the feet of the enlightened ones. The Mothersss will help you find your way.”

I nodded, and he went on.

“You are being heart-wired, little one.”

A number of months ago, as my spiritual mother’s visit fast approached, I found myself wishing for a friend. A girlfriend. Someone I could share things with, like a sister. I was going about my business, and this wish was budding in the background of my thoughts. I’ve had girlfriends in the past, mostly friends I’d pulled along with me since childhood or high school, but so much has changed since then. I’ve changed, my outlook has changed, my relationships have changed, and in the context of adjusting my focus toward the more positive aspects of my life and spirituality, the divine mother removed a number of platonic influences that went stale long, long ago. The process was time consuming and personally difficult, but it was necessary.

It’s been a year since then the last of these long term attachments was released; and the year has been about immediate family, getting settled in California, and reaffirming our lives here, which is where we want to be. It also took that year to heal and regain my bearing. I was heavily invested in those relationships.

My wish for a girlfriend was granted by the recognition of a spiritual sister on the internet. An actual girlfriend! She is someone I’ve never met personally, but we’ve been in one another’s orbit for a few years, and we really click! I was able to share with her stories that in the telling were spontaneously healing. It is a blessing, not to mention frequently uncanny. The vast expanse of the country and the internet between us doesn’t seem to matter.

It’s just what I need, and more than I'd ever hoped for ... just the way it is.

Earlier this Spring, I anticipated my visits with the Holy Mothers feeling a mixture of excitement and trepidation. I felt excitement because time with Sri Karunamayi, Amma, is always healing and soothing. My spirit tanks were running low, and I was ready for a solid dose of spiritual mothering. I felt trepidation because my visits with Ammachi, also known as The Hugging Saint, are usually followed by some sort of intense and active spiritual shift. These shifts are always for the better, but they can be unexpected, and, well … really hard. Ammachi’s energy, when you open yourself to it, is an active, purging force that takes no prisoners.

I acknowledge that I am a largely cerebral person. I grew up using my wits to survive in a neglectful household, and shutting down my emotional receptivity to keep from getting hurt. Using my wits first and foremost for better or for worse eventually turned into a habit to the detriment of my emotional body. The little girl inside of me was very hurt and confused, but she was guarded by a huge Amazon warrior whose name was Anger. For a long time, Anger did the job well, although she got in the way from time to time, as ticked off Amazons are bound to do. Then, as my spiritual journey began in earnest a little over 10 years ago, the Divine Mother put Anger out to pasture and began the work of better balancing my emotional self with the intellect. Each time She tried to break a wall of my defense, I tried to reinforce it, however unwittingly, with a plethora of intellectual miasma. She destroyed my illusions (which were plenty), cut off negative ties to the past, and forced me to look at myself clearly without relying on my reflection in other people.

When Gregor spoke again, I was perched high atop his scaled back, nestled safely between his working shoulder blades. This wasn’t necessary, of course. It was a perception for my benefit, as astral travel of this type was still new to me.

Gregor spoke telepathically.

“The world ssspeaks through its animals, little sssister. Heed those sssacred messengers around you. “

I nodded having had more than my fill of animal messengers recently.

“The raven sssees all, and ssspeaks loudly when it wishes to. When it ssseeeks to share the secrets behind it’s black, onyx eyes, it behooves us to listen. It does ssspecial ssservice to the Morrigan, the three headed Dark Mother, who is on the battlefield, always engaged in wars be they bloody, economic, or wars of the mind. She is always there, and the raven is her eyesss remaining behind to pick at the war’s carnage. It never stops looking, never stops learning, never stops repeating the prophecies of its Mistress, the Morrigan. Understanding sssecrets few do, it beckons us to review, revise, and re-visit the past.”

Gregor paused, as if for emphasis.

“The raven is an opportunist wielding natural magic, discovering windows in the fabric of reality, and encouraging positive outcomes where there is merely potential.”

This comment resonated to me on so many levels.

Gregor went on.

“The butterfly with transparent wings made it’s way across Grandmother Spider’s Web with the sssame ssspeed it lives out it’s life -- quickly. The butterfly, also a sssacred messenger, reminds us that change can come quickly but is not to be feared. That with transparent wings is a most powerful unnoticed element. It is one of the most significant spiritual markers beckoning us to watch for that which is unnoticed yet most powerful in our lives, embodying the phrase, “as above, so below”. It can bring down the world’s ecosystem, the world’s economy, and your finely balanced emotional health.”

I nodded, internally, of course.

“Little sssister, the raven approaches on the hem of Mother’s ssssari. It seeks a reaffirmation of the transparent butterfly. Do you sssee?”

No, I didn’t see. Not right away.

I was confused and getting rather indignant, so Gregor dropped into a face melting plummet that made me want to vomit even though I wasn’t in my corporeal body.

It got my attention.

Just before my visit with Sri Karunamayi in March, crows hollered at me from nearby on two separate occasions. The first time was on the way to see Amma, and the second crow perched itself on the front fence where I could see it through the living room window when the visit was over. On route to see Ammachi in San Ramon several weeks later, we drove right beneath a large black Raven where it was perched on a wire, screeching at us. I thought it was asking for a piece of the toast I was eating. It was yelling, but it wasn’t yelling about toast.

Very shortly thereafter, I met and was doing personal business in real estate with someone whose name is, of all things, Crow. I experienced the otherworldly ping that tells me without a doubt I’ve known this individual in a past life. Right after seeing houses with this Crow one afternoon, Leslie, Elizabeth and I were driving through town, and I spotted a Great Blue Heron by the side of the road. There was no water around, and it was standing out in the middle of a huge green, grassed area. It seemed to tell me specifically, “you are right where you should be”. The Great Blue Heron is a personal spiritual marker, so I felt reassured at the time. My assumption seemed confirmed.

Around the same time, the transparent wing butterfly appeared on my radar, and it’s message was two-fold. First and on a human level, that which is unseen or unnoticed, always happening, easily overlooked, but personally powerful is emotion. We don’t see the feelings themselves. We only see people react to their feelings. I’ll write more on this in Part 2 of this blogpost. Second and in the economic realm, that which is virtually unseen, but perpetually at play (and in this case personally applicable, as well), is in fact the foundation of American economy -- real estate. The constant churnings of real estate are almost taken for granted. However, we see with crystal clarity in the media what happens to the economy when the real estate market is in chaos. The raven and real estate is an important connection in this narrative.

Previously, I wasn’t tuned in to ravens or crows, although I understand their overall symbolism. Yet, there were more symbolic connections carving out a path of understanding to the multi-dimensional overhaul of my emotional body.

My partner, Leslie, is related to Edgar Allen Poe, author of “The Raven”, as proven by the documented family tree her Uncle Peter provided to us years ago (we’ve been together 24 years). In a similar vein, our daughter is one quarter full blood Norwegian (on the donor’s side), and in Norwegian mythology “Odin was known as the Raven God … he had many daughters known as Valkyries who could transform into ravens.” (source) The real estate Crow was initially drawn to our daughter, captivated by her spirit, sense of fun, and then finally her artwork. I’m also convinced her spirit guides play a role, although this is only an inkling. In the context of her work, which she is experienced and very good at, the Crow is an opportunist. She practices her own natural magic unconsciously, discovering windows in the tapestry of her career and willing positive outcomes for her clients where there is merely potential. She was highly intuitive to our needs, extremely patient, and very “in synch”. Within weeks she and I were anticipating one another’s thoughts over the phone and finishing sentences for one another. With all the stipulations we had (the dogs, our stuff, etc.), having actually purchased a piece of real estate in this crazy market serves as testimony. The overall synchronicities are too profound to be meaningless.

I found myself thinking “this is a woman I’d like to be friends with.”

What’s most intense about meeting someone from a past life, for me at any rate, are the out-of-context feelings of closeness or warmth. It’s like seeing your best friend after years apart, but of course the other party in most cases is completely unaware. So, I can’t exactly run up to them, squealing with delight and showering them with hugs and kisses (even though I want to) once I’ve made the connection. I am challenged with carefully trodding between echoes from the past and what transpires in the present. This isn’t easy, and in the past I've failed miserably.

I had to question myself. Why do you want to be friends with the Crow? Is it because you enjoy her in this life? Or because of what you feel from the last?

What came first, the chicken or the egg?

I was completely unprepared for what happened next. The Goddess pulled out her broom to do some emotional house cleaning. Out with the old, and in with the new. As above, so below. A deluge of emotion flooded me and it included a complete reassessment of my shadowed emotional past. This was the spiritual shift my visit with Ammachi precluded.

I was being heart-wired, or emotionally re-connected to the world on numerous levels simultaneously, by the Divine Mother.

The process was just beginning.

Coming soon -- Heart-Wired 2: The Butterfly

BACK TO MY ROOTS

Join me as I wander back to my spiritual roots in a brand new blog entitled, "Every Woman is a Witch."

Amma 2009: Part I

See Part One of my visit with Sri Karunamayi on Sapphokinesis.

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Isis Keeps Rising: Meet Gregor

The ancient ones lie quietly, as old as the mountains, as strong as the rocks, stability and fortitude their mainstay ... that, and waiting, of course. They wait patiently for the world to turn on its spiritual and historical axis. With weathered wings that long to soar, eyes that see absolutely everything, and ruby red hearts of the purest crystal, they wait and wait until the sleepers awaken. They know that some of the sleeping ones can see them from time to time, tentatively aware as they are in their slumber. For the ancient ones, who need no mirror to realize themselves, and for whom existence is whether seen or not, this is only consequential. Soon the sleepers will awaken and ask them to be guides again, and, oh, the glory will return! But until then, with patience of the ages, they remain content to wait ... and listen to the primordial om, the sound of all being.

Meet Gregor, one of the ancient ones. Master of all the elements, this ancient guide prefers the earth to the skies, and wraps himself in a comforting drape of aromatic flora simply because it pleases him.

Om ...

For more information on Amma's visit to the Bay Area, visit here.