Monthly Archives: April 2012

My Guru-Silas

I spent the last week in bed with a dose of flu, which is quite something, as I don’t usually do flu. I had plenty of time whilst lying there to think. This is, I generally find, a dangerous occupation! Like most people these days I lead a busy sometimes too busy existence and to have the luxury to stop and study the wallpaper can be a bit of a shock. I found plenty to dwell on and pick over. Most of it the trivial rubbish that pops up to the surface as soon as we start to meditate.

In my dim, distant past I was a sannyasin of the Indian Guru, Bhagwan Shree Rajneesh-latterly known as Osho. Now he was a Master, with a deep understanding of how far the Westerner had moved from the Art of Meditation. He came up with a number of special dynamic meditations for us that enabled us to remove the clutter and get to the still centre. His methods were unorthodox at the time but really worked for many people. However, stuck in bed and feeling grotty I was unlikely to jump up and begin a Kundalini or Nataraj meditation!

My most recent teacher- Don Juan Nunes del Prado’s wise words came to me. One of the practices he teaches involves discovering an appropriate teacher for all the levels of existence and my level One teacher is Silas my beloved hound! He is a large lad with a gentle soul-unless provoked-who loves the simple things in life. He loves to lie in the sun, chase birds, eat, sleep and play with Pixie, my husband’s dog. That’s it-nothing more and nothing less. While I was in bed he curled up beside me-luckily I have a kingsize as Silas is a Bastiff -Boxer cross mastiff-who looks very similar to a Dogues de Bordeaux. He doesn’t suffer from worrying about this that and the other-he delights in the garden and nature and is truly an enlightened being-at one with everything. So I thought if he can do it why not me? So we lay there together, accepting what was and an extraordinary thing happened-I discovered that I was happy. How bizarre…to be ill in bed and actually happy. I looked around and realised how amazingly lucky I am. I have a warm place to sleep and recover, food when I need it, a family around me and friends. What else is there? Everyday when the sun rises I am blessed. Everyday I am with my family, I am blessed. Everyday I sit in the sun, I am blessed. Everyday I find food on my table I am blessed. Everytime I sleep and awake I am blessed Everyday I take the time to play and sing, I am blessed. So in gratitude to Silas- a great Guru- I say thank you -though chasing birds not my thing really…. but maybe I should give it a try!

A Life less sanitised.

It’s all very good being positive and spreading the loving energy-being a Rainbow Warrior of Light and standing up for Mother Earth and All our Relations. I read so many posts on FB and Twitter that are all sweetness and light-all Faeries and Angels higher vibrations and love. Posts of sickly sweet cute puppies and kittens-Dolphins and Whales, Wolves and Buffalo…….but what happens when you wake up in the morning and feel like shit? No sunshine in your smile?! Had an argument with a loved one……got a hangover……..just fed up with the daily toil that seems so challenging today…..Sometimes we just have to accept that today ain’t going to be brilliant and use the opportunity to look at what we could do to improve our Life. These moments of bleakness are great times of learning-showing us what we need to do for ourselves in this lifetime.
Interestingly the word faerie means dirty-that is enough to cheer me up when I think of all the gossamer winged wonders I get sent pics of so often. The faeries I grew up with were a dangerous, untrustworthy lot who’s motives were shrouded and could never be trusted! My Grandmother loved to tell me tales of unfortunate travellers snatched away by faeries and returned hundreds of years later thinking they had only been away for hours. Of the faerie water horses-Kelpie–who trapped young men and dragged them to a lifetime of slavery beneath the Waterfalls. Of faeries stealing children and replacing the babies with one of their own-who would grow up like a Cuckoo in the nest and wreak havoc on their adopted families.
It seems to me that we like to sanitise life and make it appear all sparkly and pretty. We put on a face for the world and its all smiles and joy. Well we all know that it isn’t like that. Life is an extreme sport-we hang on for the ride and have moments of great excitement and even glory and times of despair and utter defeat. Its how we deal with the dark times that make us strong-like tempering steel. There is a place for the gossamer wings etc but don’t forget the darker side-its not evil just challenging-making us look at what we try to hide. Lift that rock and see what lurks under it-it might be unpleasant and difficult to accept and honour that part of you but what a relief to stop pretending!

Doris Eagle Feather Duster-How to survive when the shift hits the fan!

 

This video is the best advice I’ve seen for the 2012 scenario.  Doris knows all the answers! Enjoy