Magic

Magic

Lately I’ve experienced a lot of material taught by wonderful folks. A few months ago, Gay Hendricks challenged a group of us to commit to living a majority of our time in our genius (I accepted). He later wondered with us, “If you were on your deathbed and someone asked you if you’d lived a successful life, what would you say?” Then our friends Gayle Colman and Chris Lucerne came to town with Imagination Made Real® and asked “What is your life purpose?” Finally, last weekend Kath and I taught a class called “Discovering Your Genius.” We all got to participate in unearthing what our gifts are, what we each came onto this planet to do.

So the past six months have been an intensive course in The Big Questions. These questions have plagued me since I was a teenager. At that point I was morose because I believed that they were unanswerable. I ruminated on “what’s the point????” and ultimately decided there just wasn’t one. So I am thrilled, blown away, awestruck at all the answers that are coming now.

Being with the Big Questions, I keep coming back to this word: Magic. I want to create a life of magic, to be a magician. Not an illusionist (I think I’ve done a lot of that in my life), but someone who understands that there are unseen powers at work and is able to interact with them, co-creating amazing results. As I’ve done this work (play) of consciousness, shifting into increasing levels of integrity, opening in wonder and discovery, viewing myself as the creator of my own reality, I’ve noticed increasing levels of magic in my life. My stories of miracle manifestations are now becoming so ongoing that they are becoming almost commonplace. If they aren’t happening, it is such an exception that I can use their lack as an indication of my needing to shift my level of consciousness. And the synchronicities are increasing in magnitude. It’s no longer just about getting a great parking place; it’s having people show up with exactly the right resource at the perfect moment. It’s moving out of a life of drudgery to every day being an adventure.

I’ve read about people having these kinds of lives before, but I assumed this was the exception. The true magic is that I’ve stumbled on these tools of Gay and Katie’s that actually are the gateway to anyone being able to be a magician.

Panchakarma

I'm in bliss from my third day of panchakarma treatments by a wonderful ayurvedic treatment practitioner, Paula Scarborough* As few people have heard of panchakarma, I want to extol its amazing effects.

Panchakarma (the "five actions") "is a cleansing and rejuvenating program for the body, mind and consciousness" that originated within the ayurvedic practices in India. (For a more thorough description of this, go to the Ayurvedic Institute's site.) It is traditionally done at the change of seasons, to help the body move out any old energy that accumulated during the past season, that is, too much heat from summer or too much cold from winter.

I woke up in the middle of the night a few weeks ago with my body and mind demanding a break. I had drifted into my habits of living in stress and doing what I do to try not to be stressed (i.e., drinking alcohol, eating sugar, watching T.V.). As I had loved my experience with panchakarma last year, I realized it was time--and the sooner, the better.

So I took the leap, scheduling myself out and beginning the preparation. The main shift is to eat a "monodiet" of kitchari, which is mung beans cooked with basmati rice, with lots of ghee. I'm on my ninth day of this; while it no longer sounds that enticing, I feel quite good: light, open, happy. Plus I'm saving LOTS of time by not cooking and shopping for food. I'm noticing how I entertain myself through eating or plan to eat. No alcohol or sugar has been an easy shift (since I think about eating regular food, this is the last thing on my mind.)

So the blissful part? The treatments with Paula. Four days of treatments, three hours a day. (You can schedule from 1-7 days in a row.) The treatments begin with warm sesame oil poured through my hair and into my ears, with a strenuous scalp and gentle facial massage. Then the rest of my body is massaged quite deeply, to get all the "ama" (the disease-creating junk) out of my cells. That massage goes on and on and creates one big Ahhhhh. Then Paula puts on the steam tent and steams my body for awhile. Finally, it's on to Shirodhara, which is warm oil poured over my third eye for 25-30 minutes. Each day of the Shirodhara I've gone into a deeper state of meditation, with no effort on my part. My busy mind finally quiets into a state of deep tranquility.

There are other treatments that go along with these to finally move all the ama out of the digestive tract (see the link above for a full description). I have so much appreciation for Paula's huge heart, wisdom, and skill, as well as for this ancient medical system of ayurveda. My body, mind and spirit feel expanded and aware, and ready for winter.

*To contact Paula, call (303) 440-4950

Gratitude

I’m writing my first blog entry on the plane home from Louisiana. I spent a magical week participating in Habitat for Humanity with beloved friends from the Hendricks’ conscious community—and in four days it is officially Thanksgiving.

I believe that the magic of the week was the direct result of appreciation and gratitude. The first night, our roommate Audrey (one of the five of us sharing a room we started calling “the dormitory’) said, “I end every day with appreciation,” and proceeded to deliver a beautiful appreciation to each one of us as we lay there in the darkening room. That set the tone for the week. We had five days of pounding nails, sawing, putting in joists, decking and walls. That gave plenty of opportunities to be fully in the moment, available to be grateful for the blue skies; for having the right tool at the right time; for the warm, friendly and appreciative people we met; for the emerging frames of houses coming out of the surrounding rubble that Katrina left; for each other.

I listened to a religious station while driving around one day New Orleans. The announcer was talking about Thanksgiving and all there was to be grateful for. She included things like having a house to move back into, or maybe finally getting that insurance check, or, if those hadn’t happened yet, for friends and family. I realized (again) what I take for granted, and sent a big prayer out in thanks for my abundant life.

We went out for breakfast our last morning. After our waitress belted out a rousing rendition of “Happy Birthday” to two different patrons, Miriam decided we should return her gift. When she came back, we sang to her. She smiled a twinkly smile, stepped back, closed her eyes, and sang the most beautiful rendition of “Amazing Grace” I’ve ever heard.

I’m so grateful to play with you all, and to have such incredible mates for this voyage of discovery of human magnificence.