By July of 2006, I was ready to get down to business with this shaman thing. Jill Leigh told me that the first order of business ought to be a good scrubbing of cords and contracts.
"Huh and huh?" you say. Hold on. It's easy.
Cords are energetic relationships we have with someone else. They get their name because they show up like umbilical cords between people. Some cords are conscious; most are not. Some relate to this life; others do not. When there is a deep, deep relationship between you and another being, it's called a contract, probably from past lives (Ever have an instant attraction to someone (or revulsion)? That's a contract talking!). Both cords and contracts stunt our growth by siphoning off energy to feed someone else. And who wants that? I don't. Ergo the scrubbing.
Now, I knew that, great trainer and healer she was, Jill wasn't about to do the scrubbing for me. But I also knew I wasn't about to do it alone. So I asked the Universe for assistance.
And it sent me Claude. A motorcycle-riding spirit guide. Who wore a red-plaid shirt, dark jeans, darker boots and gloves. And a black helmet (yes, safety-first, even in the spirit world!). Claude was a cross between Dennis Hopper's character in Easy Rider and Santa Claus. He never said a word to me, but he was exactly who I needed.
Every day, for about six weeks, Claude would motor down from the 3rd (or 4th) dimension, through my crown and park his bike in front of my 6th chakra. I'd hop on the back and off we would go, down the winding roads that led to the mysterious forest of cords and contracts that surrounded my energetic field. At first, the ride was easy. The forest was dense in overgrowth of dead and dying cords and contracts that already had served their purpose to me...and to whomever held them. We cleared them like you clear an overgrown yard (or block) down here in New Orleans.
Then, things got trickier. Then we got to the clingy cords and thick contracts that weren't serving my highest purpose but were very much still serving a purpose to the being on the other end. Like the cord my dead grandmother grasped to keep from going through the veil. Or the contracts--the cabinets and cabinets full of contracts--that allowed energies from past lives to continue to manipulate me in this one.
These cords and contracts were none too eager to leave my little energetic gravy train and so they hid whenever they heard the roar of Claude's motor approach. But, here's the deal. Claude was wiser than them. He knew all the secret nooks, hidden crannies and dark corners where recalcitrant energy liked to hide. He also was faster than them.
Claude would sense the hiding energy and we'd be off, the beam from his headlight searching up, down, all around. And, pretty much every time, we'd find what we were looking for.
Claude's light would illuminate the cord or contract. I'd cut and clear, just like Jill taught me. I say most of the time because the two fundamental truths about cords and contracts are this: One, because they have been accumulating across lifetimes, you can't possibly cut or clear them all. Two, you can only cut or clear those that you're ready to cut or clear. And that's not always as clear cut a case as you think. You see, you may be ready to clear a contract with an ex-lover on the conscious level, but what about the subconscious level? What shadow buttons does your ex push--and continue to push? Until you figure that out--and accept it, love it--you're not ready to cut. Even if you try.
All of this was ok with me because, in the summer of 2006, there was plenty I was ready to cut and clear. About 3 U-Hauls worth (or was it 4?)! And, by mid-August or so, I was feeling great...and scrubbed. I loved hanging around Claude. And I was beginning to see the light shine through the forest.
But light wasn't what Claude had in mind. Like I said, we had a job to do. One was done, now it was time for number two. Which was far less fun and far more dark.
I had to invade my own privacy. And that trip was just about to begin.
"Huh and huh?" you say. Hold on. It's easy.
Cords are energetic relationships we have with someone else. They get their name because they show up like umbilical cords between people. Some cords are conscious; most are not. Some relate to this life; others do not. When there is a deep, deep relationship between you and another being, it's called a contract, probably from past lives (Ever have an instant attraction to someone (or revulsion)? That's a contract talking!). Both cords and contracts stunt our growth by siphoning off energy to feed someone else. And who wants that? I don't. Ergo the scrubbing.
Now, I knew that, great trainer and healer she was, Jill wasn't about to do the scrubbing for me. But I also knew I wasn't about to do it alone. So I asked the Universe for assistance.
And it sent me Claude. A motorcycle-riding spirit guide. Who wore a red-plaid shirt, dark jeans, darker boots and gloves. And a black helmet (yes, safety-first, even in the spirit world!). Claude was a cross between Dennis Hopper's character in Easy Rider and Santa Claus. He never said a word to me, but he was exactly who I needed.
Every day, for about six weeks, Claude would motor down from the 3rd (or 4th) dimension, through my crown and park his bike in front of my 6th chakra. I'd hop on the back and off we would go, down the winding roads that led to the mysterious forest of cords and contracts that surrounded my energetic field. At first, the ride was easy. The forest was dense in overgrowth of dead and dying cords and contracts that already had served their purpose to me...and to whomever held them. We cleared them like you clear an overgrown yard (or block) down here in New Orleans.
Then, things got trickier. Then we got to the clingy cords and thick contracts that weren't serving my highest purpose but were very much still serving a purpose to the being on the other end. Like the cord my dead grandmother grasped to keep from going through the veil. Or the contracts--the cabinets and cabinets full of contracts--that allowed energies from past lives to continue to manipulate me in this one.
These cords and contracts were none too eager to leave my little energetic gravy train and so they hid whenever they heard the roar of Claude's motor approach. But, here's the deal. Claude was wiser than them. He knew all the secret nooks, hidden crannies and dark corners where recalcitrant energy liked to hide. He also was faster than them.
Claude would sense the hiding energy and we'd be off, the beam from his headlight searching up, down, all around. And, pretty much every time, we'd find what we were looking for.
Claude's light would illuminate the cord or contract. I'd cut and clear, just like Jill taught me. I say most of the time because the two fundamental truths about cords and contracts are this: One, because they have been accumulating across lifetimes, you can't possibly cut or clear them all. Two, you can only cut or clear those that you're ready to cut or clear. And that's not always as clear cut a case as you think. You see, you may be ready to clear a contract with an ex-lover on the conscious level, but what about the subconscious level? What shadow buttons does your ex push--and continue to push? Until you figure that out--and accept it, love it--you're not ready to cut. Even if you try.
All of this was ok with me because, in the summer of 2006, there was plenty I was ready to cut and clear. About 3 U-Hauls worth (or was it 4?)! And, by mid-August or so, I was feeling great...and scrubbed. I loved hanging around Claude. And I was beginning to see the light shine through the forest.
But light wasn't what Claude had in mind. Like I said, we had a job to do. One was done, now it was time for number two. Which was far less fun and far more dark.
I had to invade my own privacy. And that trip was just about to begin.
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