Hi Bhavya, Mitch, Gus, Edwin, Chris, Coenrad, Pollyanna (& the many other friends I'm meeting on this forum),
Thank you each for taking time to post here. What you are choosing to share continues to bless my life.
Well, here are some of my latest experiences.
Sunday, December 7, 2008: Once a month my friend Geoff and I meet by telephone for our “partnership focusing.” (
Partnership Info) Geoff lives in Arkansas; I live in Utah. We each take turns for about 30 minutes providing presence as the one focusing journeys inward as they choose. This morning we met.
Following are some of my experiences while I focused with Geoff:
These are three of the limiting beliefs that I formed while growing up. At the time, I did not realize that I had an option in what I chose to believe.
Limiting Belief #1: Males are superior to females. God only grants authority to act in his name—his priesthood—to males and only to certain males who meet certain criteria.
Limiting Belief #2: The Black race is inferior.
Limiting Belief #3: “Some thing” outside myself knows what's best for me. I do not even know what I feel or how I should feel. This outside “some thing”--whether a parent or a teacher or a religious institution—does know. This belief reaches it's pinnacle in the belief that God is this ultimate outside “some thing.”
Over the last several years I have been experiencing a shift in perspective when it comes to the above three beliefs. Particularly in reference to “limiting belief #1,” the following are some significant milestones in this shift.
--Milestone #1: About three years I go, I discovered a book by Stewart Edward White entitled
“The Betty Book.” (
http://gutenberg.net.au/ebooks03/0301111.txt ) This book written by a man is the story of his wife Betty's development as a psychic in consciousness. In addition to
“The Betty Book,” Mr. White with the assistance of his wife and others wrote several other books in this
“Betty” series on books.
--Across the Unknown (
http://gutenberg.net.au/ebooks05/0500091.txt)
--The Unobstructed Universe (
http://gutenberg.net.au/ebooks03/0301131.txt)
--The Road I Know(
http://gutenberg.net.au/ebooks03/0301081.txt)
--The Stars Are Still There (
http://gutenberg.net.au/ebooks03/0301091.txt)
--With Folded Wings (
http://gutenberg.net.au/ebooks03/0301201.txt)
--Milestone #2: A little over a month ago, one of my Project Meditation Forum friends—Coenrad from South Africa—mentioned a female Christian mystic, Grace Cooke—whose writings I might be interested in.
Similar to the above Betty White, Grace was a psychic who received and shared valuable spiritual teachings. Her term for God of
“Father Mother God” is resonating with me at this time. In the religious tradition in which I was raised God was a man who had a glorified male body. All prayers were to be addressed to “Heavenly Father” and only to him. And while the mythology of my religious tradition left open the possibility that there were also “Heavenly Mothers,” prayers were never to me addressed to these female deities. Prayers were only to be addressed to “Heavenly Father.” In essence, He was the one who would get our words to the divine feminine if, and only if, he felt she needed to hear.
--Milestone #3: Early this morning around 0400 AM, I awoke. I turned on my iPod Touch and went to the Project Meditation Forum. In reading the posts there, I read my dear friend Bhavya post that her spiritual teacher is Amma. Following the link she put in her post, I went to Amma's website. Amma is a living deity. Her name in Hindu means Mother. She is known for her loving motherly hugs which people line up in the thousands to receive.
After expressing these three
“limiting beliefs” and these three perceptions shifting
“milestones,” the following “mental vision” came to me as I was focusing with my friend Geoff.
It kind of feels like I'm a young boy on an old and slightly beat up bicycle that I'm just learning to ride. The training wheels have been removed, and I'm starting out on my own. I'm pretty wobbly and uncertain right now. I'm moving forward really slowly and swerving back and forth as I move ahead. “Logically,” my mind is telling me that this is impossible—that there is no way that this “unstable” bike should even be standing. If I listen to this “logical fear,” I slow down even more, and sure enough, the bike falls over and I crash to the ground. In fear, I stand with my legs straddling my bike and my feet firmly on the ground—stuck and unwilling to move ahead. But not now. Now in this moment, I'm moving forward determinedly with a good number of wobbly back and forth swerves. At first, I believe I'm all alone. I believe that it is all up to me to keep this “dang” bike upright and to continue to forge ahead. And then for some reason, I become aware that I'm not alone—that I've never been alone. To both sides I start to notice “spiritual guides and friends” who are running along beside me—who are ever present and ready to offer a “steadying hand” if I start to fall. My vision continues to expand. I start to notice that I'm surrounded by a whole flow of humanity moving forward. Some are on bikes like mine with the training wheels off for the first time. Others are still on tricycles and bicycles with training wheels still on. Some people are on roller skates and roller blades. It is like a grand celebration—like an old fashioned Fourth of July Parade. And then wonder of wonders, I sense riders on thin tired English racing bikes whizzing along with me to either side. And then all of us riders and all of our various riding conveyances start to dematerialize into “sparkles of light”--sparkles of light that are a rainbow of glorious colors that are all flowing together as a beautiful stream of Life of Light of Love.