Doing somatic meditation practices there is an image of a dandelion dried with delicate seeds ready to disperse in the wind. But there is no wind no sound and no disturbance. Just the dandelion against the quiet background of black space and maybe stars. And our effort is not to disturb it.
That would be a frequency to go into. Maybe that was the message of the Mazatec, to find the vibration and sink into it. Maybe that is the human gift. So when I lay down on the riverbank at Nipper and feel the earth beneath me and descend into it, I can almost feel the lower vibration of the earth compared to the high vibrations of the bees in the field nearby.
The Mazatech journey is a journey to the underworld. To that place where all ideas and images go into the cosmic blender to be churned into fodder for the next growth. The eternal flow. And the divine does not want our naked worship and admiration like the plants. They reach up in perfect harmony and worship to the divine without barriers. But humans have another purpose. Some sort of alchemical process much like the underworld itself, to take in the hard to digest frequencies and though our own creative/alchemical act transform them into something else.
And the tension we feel is when our own body is not in harmony with the frequency. And the low ache and deadness that I feel behind me when I can go into it is almost looking into the dream world of expression. And the dream world is like the underworld in that it is not about thought, but creative imagery. That is what my ache wants to express, to tell me its dreams, its crazy stories that are trapped behind the logical mind of the ego. And when I can go into them, they can open up, just like a meditation practice that starts by focusing on the sensation behind you into when the experience becomes back, front, top, down simultaneously.
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