On The Path
"Freedom is like a contagious disease."
transmitted; its carrier is an impeccable nagual. People
might not appreciate that, and that's because they don't
want to be free. Freedom is frightening. Remember that.
But not for us. I've groomed myself nearly all my life
for this moment. And so will you."
“All that is required is impeccability, energy, and that
begins with a single act that has to be deliberate,
precise, and sustained. If that act is repeated long
enough, one acquires a sense of unbending intent, which
can be applied to anything else. If that is accomplished
the road is clear. One thing will lead to another until
the warrior realizes his full potential.”
Carlos Castaneda~The Fire From Within
How do we know we are on the path? Many of us recognize
moments when “Spirit” tapped us to engage with a larger
reality of being. They are personal, quite intimate
experiences of energy, wholeness or something that we
recognize as beyond the ordinary. This is our call to
explore a greater reality, to begin a journey designed
to unfold our personal wholeness, each step leading to
the next until we realize our full potential.
Referred to by different names in the spiritual and
psychological traditions in which it is often addressed,
the path of individuation and the warrior’s path with
heart, this is hearing the call. How do we know when we
have begun the journey? Our world seems to unravel. We
engage the unconscious, the larger reality of who we
are, which may be accompanied by a surreal feeling as we
walk the path. Unconscious contents of the psyche enter
awareness revealing unclaimed aspects of ourselves
necessary for wholeness.
are engaged in a relationship with the unknown, the Essence
level from which we emerged as clusters of density. The call
to reengage with unbroken wholeness has begun, and the
universe, Indra’s net and its lines of energy, organizes to
support this unfolding. This is our opportunity to reconnect
the luminous fibers of our being with all of sentient
experience; we become fluid beings in a magical world,
opening to life.
is within you’…Life itself is within you, and always
It is only a question of learning
how to open to it, to relinquish the tight fist that
holds you seemingly separate.”
Each of us has a unique way to access the unconscious,
to honor its energy in our lives and in our bodies. It
becomes our task to find what we do or feel that opens
the doors, a single “deliberate, precise, sustained” act
begins the journey. The body is our navigator.
Intimately connected with the underlying sentient
reality, it recognizes and honors personal limitations,
finding the most efficient manner to engage with the
unbroken wholeness of being. When we find tools
that work for us, our commitment to this path means that
we return to these tools again and again… as they take
us deeper into the underlying reality of being,
revealing our next steps on the path. Returning to the
body, we return the gifts of our journey to the Earth in
service to a greater wholeness unfolding.
"When the great swing has taken an
individual into the world of symbolic mysteries, nothing
comes of it, nothing can come of it, unless it has been
associated with the earth, unless it has happened when
that individual was in the body... And so individuation
can only take place if you first return to the body, to
your earth, only then does it become true."
Artwork © 2008 Nöle Giulini www.ngiulini.com
Wings of Summer
Vee line of
geese wing slowly
through damp gray skies.
Drawing light upon their wingtips,
they are carriers of summer,
north and south.
Part of the flock,
my mind follows,
witness to the fallen.
must be sustained
Let me join as they
cradle this earth with
the pulsing rhythm of flight,
rising on the carnelian dawn
over waters holding earth
and rich, green life.
Wonder floods in, a sense of place.
We know this,
the moment we are called
to land in the arms of
Thrill of recognition,
with blue-green needles,
of water over stone
draws us earthward.
Sometimes those eyes
flooding us with warmth
are all we need
to come home.
But we leave
to ride the currents,
join the legions
washing the world clean
with strong, beating wings.
We draw the light behind us,
counting our losses,
on the sharp arrow of flight.
Lisa Marks~Copyright 2004