02-04-2017, 12:00 AM
Space heals. I wonder how much others are affected by the sense of space opened up in the presence of the warrior or nagual simply upholding it? Then again.....direct intervention is sometimes required, I guess.
I remember, years ago, I was riding the Coaster from San Diego to Oceanside for work. I was in a funk due to an argument with my wife earlier that morning....really angry and I couldn't stop obsessing about what had happened (please forgive, I'm pretty sure I've told this story before). As I was sitting there on the train, all coiled up in a quivering ball of poisonous resentment inside, I was startled by this sharp jolt through the seat from behind me. Someone had kicked the seat....I thought it was kids on the Coaster goofing around. My thoughts stopped, in the shock...but soon returned when nothing else happened. Within a minute, I was back to my inner turmoil. And then, after a few minutes, another jolt from the seat behind me. Just one...!bam!. Again, I was stopped....the jolt interrupting the inner machinery of my thoughts....and, again, I returned to my anger after a few moments, fueled by compulsive thoughts. After stewing a little while longer, a received another jolt against the seat from behind me. This one more intense than the others, knocking me forward in my seat...!BAM!. Well, I'd had it and jumped up on my knees on the seat to turn and confront whoever was ruining my funk. Looking over the seat, I saw an old Mexican worker, dressed in khakis and a flannel work shirt. I asked, harshly, "Can I HELP you with something!?" He gave me one moment of attention, looking into my eyes and then turned to gaze, unconcerned, at the coastline. I'm telling you, that one moment our eyes met, it was like looking into a black hole....pure emptiness filled with awareness looking back at me from those depths. All of my anger and self pity got sucked into that black hole and simply vanished. I knew he was a sorcerer (in a manner of speaking)....and I knew there was nothing else to say so I turned back around in my seat and rode the rest of the way north in pure silence and inner peace. At one of the stops in just south of Oceanside, he got up to leave the commuter train and, as he passed, I simply said, "Thank you" out loud. He paused, for a split second without turning around, and continued off the train.
So, yeah.....he intervened, on the one hand....delivering a jolt that momentarily stopped me....and then, more importantly, opened up a cavernous hole of emptiness between us when I turned to confront him. It shattered my self reflection, and all those shards just disappeared down that hole, leaving me empty as well. Empty and aware.
So, the impetus to intervene, when needed, on the one hand....and then the impetus to bring non-judgment and empty awareness on the other. My impression is that empty awareness.....spirit...infinity....recognizes itself in others. So, I want to open up to that empty awareness, first and foremost....clean my "link with intent", as DJ put it...and then, I guess, be willing to intervene when called upon.
I remember, years ago, I was riding the Coaster from San Diego to Oceanside for work. I was in a funk due to an argument with my wife earlier that morning....really angry and I couldn't stop obsessing about what had happened (please forgive, I'm pretty sure I've told this story before). As I was sitting there on the train, all coiled up in a quivering ball of poisonous resentment inside, I was startled by this sharp jolt through the seat from behind me. Someone had kicked the seat....I thought it was kids on the Coaster goofing around. My thoughts stopped, in the shock...but soon returned when nothing else happened. Within a minute, I was back to my inner turmoil. And then, after a few minutes, another jolt from the seat behind me. Just one...!bam!. Again, I was stopped....the jolt interrupting the inner machinery of my thoughts....and, again, I returned to my anger after a few moments, fueled by compulsive thoughts. After stewing a little while longer, a received another jolt against the seat from behind me. This one more intense than the others, knocking me forward in my seat...!BAM!. Well, I'd had it and jumped up on my knees on the seat to turn and confront whoever was ruining my funk. Looking over the seat, I saw an old Mexican worker, dressed in khakis and a flannel work shirt. I asked, harshly, "Can I HELP you with something!?" He gave me one moment of attention, looking into my eyes and then turned to gaze, unconcerned, at the coastline. I'm telling you, that one moment our eyes met, it was like looking into a black hole....pure emptiness filled with awareness looking back at me from those depths. All of my anger and self pity got sucked into that black hole and simply vanished. I knew he was a sorcerer (in a manner of speaking)....and I knew there was nothing else to say so I turned back around in my seat and rode the rest of the way north in pure silence and inner peace. At one of the stops in just south of Oceanside, he got up to leave the commuter train and, as he passed, I simply said, "Thank you" out loud. He paused, for a split second without turning around, and continued off the train.
So, yeah.....he intervened, on the one hand....delivering a jolt that momentarily stopped me....and then, more importantly, opened up a cavernous hole of emptiness between us when I turned to confront him. It shattered my self reflection, and all those shards just disappeared down that hole, leaving me empty as well. Empty and aware.
So, the impetus to intervene, when needed, on the one hand....and then the impetus to bring non-judgment and empty awareness on the other. My impression is that empty awareness.....spirit...infinity....recognizes itself in others. So, I want to open up to that empty awareness, first and foremost....clean my "link with intent", as DJ put it...and then, I guess, be willing to intervene when called upon.