Greetings from the Land of Enchantment

Meditation has never come easily to me—at least when I’m practicing on my own. Perhaps that’s why group practices are emphasized in most meditation traditions. The peer group has the power to focus you and take you more deeply into the experience than if you were alone. It also has the power to clear you out faster because everyone’s aura is merged and all the subconscious sweeping is magnified by the group energy and electromagnetic field, which is why White Tantric is so powerful: 2000 yogis all lined up in a row to clean out their subconscious. Wah!

I recently completed a serious of group meditation experiences that really did a number on me, in a good way.  We think that we’ve worked on ourselves; we think we’ve peeled back all the layers—more than once!; we think we’ve cleared most of the garbage out—and then we go into deep meditation, in a group, and we experience an entirely new superhighway of subconscious flotsam and jetsam hanging out in our subconscious. It never ceases to amaze me.

In this series of courses I recently took (21 Stages of Meditation, White Tantric Yoga and Mind & Meditation: Level Two Teacher Training), we went very deeply into the subconscious in order to reveal the true Self—the Self within the self. But in order for the true self to emerge, a lot of stuff had to move out of the way. Stuff that’s been around a very long time; it wasn’t pretty. In fact, it was pretty scary but the resolution was so powerful that I think I’d do it all again!

As I deliberate on the images that arose in my meditation, I recognize that it was a deep subconscious release as well as a balancing of the polarity within myself. We often relate to the teachings of Yogi Bhajan as me a female and you a male and how we make that work out, or not. But the reality of his teachings on polarity are that they must be resolved and balanced from within, and without; we tend to overlook the polarity within, or not recognize its existence at all. But as the male aspect within me expelled itself out of the crown of my head in the form of every black creature that walks the earth—snakes, toads, millipedes, rats, beetles, cockroaches—I realized I could no longer ignore it. I could no longer keep pushing the masculine aside. I had to see it; it would not go unseen any longer. This was the first stage of the “breakthrough”.

The second stage came through the feminine polarity. As my mind was looking for any kind of solace in the midst of this shit storm swarming out of my head and all around me, a beautiful white serene figure of a woman appeared holding a large peacock feather umbrella, the sun rising from the crown of her head. And this image alone allowed me to move through this black cloud of terror without fear. (Although I did have that after-effect feeling as if from a bad mushroom trip, “Am I ever going to be normal again?”)

But these two polarities are not the end of the story. This meditative exorcism triggered my “beast”; a nickname I gave to a particular pain in my side that has been with me for years. 13 years to be exact.

The “beast” is a physiological manifestation of shame that my body has held for a long time; and after this meditative experience, I was ready for it to be OUT! So I went to see a dear friend of mine who I trust as a healer; and we sat down to “get it out.” Well, that was not what “the beast” wanted. Still, an amazing healing came to me, which was the third stage of the breakthrough: deep in the healing space, my beautiful image of the divine feminine returned to me, but this time she turned against me and was trying to destroy me. I immediately called upon the spirit and psyche of my beloved to protect me, as well as some spiritual teachers and guides. But here’s the interesting part—these helpers were all images of the divine masculine. They were all male.  And in this way I learned, for the first time, that all the years of rejecting men and creating boundaries around my own power was simply feeding the “beast”. My divine feminine power NEEDS divine masculine to balance it out. In fact, I needed three divine masculine figures in order to tame the dragon and allow the grace of the divine feminine to flow. All this time I thought men were out to get me but it was me all along! My Shakti needs the male energy in order to function in a balanced, healthy and supportive way.

And as powerful as this all was, it wasn’t the end! Three days of White Tantric Yoga; and they were the most powerful Tantric experiences I’ve had in years. So intimate, so healing, so inspiring. During day two, a friend of mine (a male friend not coincidentally) comes up to me and says, “Are you writing? You know you’re a writer, right? I’m just inspired to remind you that you’re a writer, and that you’re a good writer. “ And then walks off and I’m left standing there, thinking, Where did that come from? But still it served as the fourth stage of the breakthrough—the catalyst even—of the final shift.

Finally to the Mind and Meditation Course and the first day Yogi Bhajan says to all of us during the first video lecture, “No one ever trusts God. You will never be known as a human; it’s impossible. You are only known by what you do; because you are doers and you will never allow God to do for you.” Well, that was the proverbial icing on the cake. I knew I had to take action. I had healed something in me that was so old and so hidden, that even when it revealed itself to me, I remained surprised. I simply had to trust my intuition and follow it without fear. But in the end I knew that it was telling me something so true and deep about how I had lived my life, something I had known all along: I tried for so long to destroy myself because I was afraid of my own creativity. And the masculine and feminine within me, which had been at war for so very long, were now partners in my new awareness and awakening. I could not go back to sleep.

So, the final breakthrough: Did I have the courage to act on what I knew I had to do? Was I ready and willing to take the next step? Yes.

Meditation takes us into the deepest, darkest parts of ourselves; the unknown within and the unknown beyond. It opens us up to the most vulnerable secrets we didn’t even know we were carrying as well as the most vast and spacious truths of who we are and didn’t know we could be. Meditation is the key to unlocking who we really are—as long as we have the courage to follow its lead and not be afraid of all the creepy crawly things that hide away in the corners of our own minds.

Is Meditation transformational? Yes. But do I get to determine the route or the destination? No. But I get to enjoy the ride!