What does this evoke in you when you read it?
How do you handle compliments?
Do you get any, or does that never happen to you?
Or perhaps you simply don't hear them? Are you interpreting them in your own way?
Lots of questions, eh? I just had the impulse while writing this to Google the meaning of "compliment." 'Polite expression, flattery', also 'high regard' (around 1600), 'bow, greeting' (second half of the 17th century). Interesting, isn't it?
I really like the respect and the bowing. In the sense of honoring and bowing in humility before the greater whole, the divine, and the wondrous within us.
In modern terms, it might also be a flirtation with the universe ☺ The playful, lightheartedness. The joy that you exist, exactly as you are in your essence.
How did I come to that conclusion?
I would like to share with you my wondrous experience with the energy of the blue full moon. An enormous power, a new wisdom, unfolded.
We gathered here in Costa Rica, at the fire temple of Florestral, as a community and friends, and together we sang kirtan, drummed, played music, and celebrated the moon's energy. Afterwards, I sat by the fire for a long time, simply by myself. The impulse came clearly and distinctly: 'Go to the sea tomorrow morning.'.
Okay, I thought. Let's see. Because traditionally, Tuesdays are always market days with the local farmers. The next morning there was absolutely no doubt. No market, you're going straight to the sea. Right now.
The universe sent another request, asking if I could wait for guests who wanted to go to the market. If they were ready in fifteen minutes, sure. But I couldn't wait another half hour – was my reply. Strange, I thought to myself. Not like me at all. But it was clear. I had to go now. And then came the sentence: I must honor my own rhythm.
So I set off. With the guests who had hurried ☺ They got out at the weekly market, I went straight on to the Pacific Ocean. There are hardly any people there so early.
The sea welcomed me. With warmth, spray, and endless shades of color. Water and sky one, without any visible transition. The waves washed over me, played with me, carried me, and cleansed me.
Yemaya , the goddess, the spirit of the sea and the moon, spoke to me. Again, as on the previous evening, I clearly and distinctly perceived her speaking to me. 'Your rhythm is sacred. It is the same as mine.' It was so overwhelming. So beautiful. So all-encompassing. I had to cry and laugh all at the same time. Another dimensional gateway opened for me. And once again I experience that this only happens when we learn to listen again, to listen inwardly and hear our soul, our heart speak. These are connected to the Divine Dimension. That is us. That is you.
Everything else is an illusion. The old Matrix. The old world. Call it what you will.
And it only happens when we take the steps. When we dare to step into the void and experience that the universe supports us. The air supports us. The path becomes visible when we walk it.
And the following night I had to drink and go to the bathroom.
That's when Yemaya spoke plainly again:
'Water in, water out – you are a wave.'
This wave motion, this power, was so physically palpable, almost impossible to describe in words. I was, I am, one with the power of the sea and the moon.
A wondrous story. Yours too. Because we are all connected with and through these forces.
I am delighted to share this primal power, this primal trust, this love for the greater whole with you here. And I would also be happy to share it directly with you, if you wish. For example, in Jungle Energy Coaching or at the YO-GONG Retreat in Costa Rica.