At the sesshin done remotely, and the rubber hits the road. The shadow manifests as tightness throughout the body and the spirit that I am concentrating too much and could not shut it off. And the practice of making peace with that new voice.
And of course I don't follow instructions, so on Day 3 I decide to use the assistance of plant (not really a plant) medicine. And I experience the eternal now. The endless arising and passing away of what we are.
The realization that maybe there is a spirit of the Prairie Zen house wanting to speak. So via remote viewing, I travel to Champaign after stopping briefly in Illioplis, left on Univeristy Street, right on Prospect Ave near the Express Lube business. And I get to center. I enter the back door. And I remember everything about the house, except how to get to the first floor instead of going to the basement from the back of the building.
And I speak to a spirit with the understanding that it just wants its story told. His name was George Henry. Something happened either in 1948 or 1848.
I will have to go back and revisit this spirit.
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