Life's Work 54.6
Greed - Aspiration - Ascension
This portal of death has been the greatest initiation of my life. It is an honor as much as it is a tragedy. The level of grace, magic, and profound truth I have experienced throughout this time has been immense. Overwhelming. Powerful. This is the dragon current I have been seeking. I have felt the greed inside me, the shame for wanting more. The need for love, to be seen. Purify me.
I enter this temple humbly, knowing that the Shamanic Path demands Everything of Me…and yet it provides everything for me. I choose to honor this body, this temple, to anchor the light of divinity and raise my frequency higher to integrate this sacred essence. I hope everyone will join me in this ascending dance to the heavenly realms, embodied here in this precious garden planet. It is our time to plant good seeds, to change the power dynamics from old systems to harmonic thriving organisms. It is up to us to be impeccable in our actions, thoughts, deeds, words, and subtle energetic desires. Looking deep within I discover the gem of power within my dantien. I harness this energy with discipline and rapturous devotion. I unleash the feminine serpent coiled around my root. Rising higher into the elevated fire I aspire to a new desire, to play the lyre not the liar.
On the day of Gratitude, I was given the honor of playing a halo drum. Though I have only touched a few of these magical portal instruments in my lifetime, I know this is my instrument. Pan Drums let my soul truly sing, bridging years of playing percussion, military rudiments from drumline, orchestral marimba and vibraphone, all the way to tribal style hand drums. The healing power of vibration with the entrancing and ecstatic flow state one enters upon playing. Gratitude to the magical beings who helped get this instrument into my hands, even if only for 24 hours.
In my last few hours before returning the instrument, I set up my tea meditation for the morning and began to play. When my hands touched this instrument, I instantly find myself enraptured in a column of rainbow light. My eyes closed I could see an iridescent mandala shimmering in my vision, the portal opening for me to fully step through. I felt the quickening ray of ascension shimmering up my curved spine, curling me like the fibonacci spiral deeper into myself, leaning deeper into the column of light emanating around the portal drum. Like a magical puzzle box, each note is its own seed syllable of creation. By discovering the patterns hidden in between these nodes, a song emerges, the gift hidden in the treasure chest. The pattern informed my hands, moving me in ways I would never expect, and yet the perfect flows continue to emanate from the impeccable instrument. What a brilliant teacher, to have such a forgiving instrument allows anyone to play and enter into this trance state of pure tone. And yet in its very nature, calling me to higher levels of precision and composition.
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Handpan - Pantheon Steel Halo Drum Pygmy D
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