Praying the Gulf

My first response, when I finally got to feeling the situation of the Gulf Catastrophe, was a vision... Envisioning the serene beaches of the Gulf of Mexico, flapped upon by dancing waves, waters stretching out from coastal mangroves to tropical islands, waterfalls tumbling down from the jungles with their enlivened waters in to the sea. The feeling was almost prehistoric, feeling this oceanic paradise as it was in some distant (past and future!), pure, and wondrous Time!

In a state of stillness, reaching in to the silent places of consciousness, focusing upon this vision was an act of Warmth, an invisible caress upon the moment of Now, with its vastly contrasted scenario of reality going on in the Gulf.

I have been including this Envisioning in my daily inner wanderings, letting movements, meditations, breath, sound, and emotion come together to provide a diverse and lively platform for focusing these transformative visions upon the Gulf.

It is an action that came from some secret place in the Heart. I once was witness to a magick that transformed a body of water, and it happened with that same energy of Warmth, with a show that unfolded from an illumined Heart, with Praise for the Beauty and Joy of the Elements, Nature, and Spirit of that place.

I was visiting friends in Quebec, and after a couple weeks of splendid summer fun, with vibrant foods and sweat in the garden, we decided it was time for a Journey Day. Some folks hung out with a friendly tryptamine, and a couple of us delighted in our favourite chocolate, a finely crafted blend of Thai fungi with a generous dose of Passionflower in our drink.

We begun with a forest stroll, and the journey happening inside of me began to take a stroll through my gut. Eventually we all meandered in to our own forays, mine a back and forth dance happening between this awakening of deep murk in my belly and the rich, ecstatic poetry that came forth, wording alive the eloquence and glee of the woods , with some sort of vision that I was also serenading across Space-Time the Sweet Sorceress of Sound, Sasha Rose.

As the poetry flickered in and out of my murkulating belly, and I tried to find the comfortable pace at which to be in this state, a call came for me through the trees, "Scotty, Scotty, come here".

It was my Brazilian friend, and her suave and seductive voice was calling me from the Lake, it seemed. As I made my way down there, I realized how important it was to just go jump in the Lake, wash myself of the murky vibration and relish the cleansing purity of Nature's Waters.

I got down there and she was cross-legged at the edge of the dock, sitting tall with her yogini spine... she was looking out on to the water. "Scott, this doesn't look good, Scott, come here".

As I got on the dock and looked at the water, so ready for my refreshing plunge, here was the Lake, covered in murk. There was a thin layer of an oily viscus, a lumenscent rainbow sheen spreading out all about the dock, covered in a browning film of dirt, and with translucent, shrimp like creatures laying in it, belly up.

"Scotty, what is it?"

Here was the salvation for my murk, also having its own experience of murk. And in that mix of medicine, emotions, gut feelings, the raw and gritty realities of life as Nature, the presence of good kin, there arose an inspiration of the Heart. So much information flooded me in that moment, recollections of the past days, feelings of some visionary self, and especially the potency of energy coming from the Natural World. In the Heart it was as though a spiraling vortex became activated, and without thought, without any such sense of knowing, I was ready to act.

Filled with exuberant joy and energy, I bounded back up the hill to the house. I changed in to my elven threads, grabbed our friends jar of water blessed by John of God, and raced back down to the dock. My poetics at peak performance, I began to bless the water, flicking out the John of God water upon the Lake, while speaking with my finest theatrics and brazen demeanor of his power, his glory, and the magickal energy of his blessings.

Now, the event is in someways the most clear and lucid experience of my whole life, and in other perspectives, it isn't so clear. What was happening for sure was a whole lot of Sacred Sarcasm. Our friend from Brazil, along with stories telling John of God's amazing miracles, had also filled us in on the butt-squeezes and lady-staring that she knew about having grown up around him. So with farcical humility, I attributed this magickal act to a far off Holy Man, meanwhile beaming a reflection upon the magick of us who were there, the 'normal' ones, we who were all getting swept up in an amazing vibration of light and resonance. There was also many words spoken to the majestic, epic divinity of the Nature around us, the Forest, the Soil, the Hills, the Lake itself.

And with all of these words was such an enlivened prance about the place, a rather stellar use of tone, voice, and comedy to make it all quite the show. When this poetic frenzy had passed, we looked upon the Lake, and... all the murk, gone! No oiliness to be seen, no dusty debris, no little dead insects. Just clear, blue water everywhere!

Of course, this brought much rejoicing, and some swimming acrobatics that I can hardly imagine of myself * * *

Since then, while that day has truly filled my life with a fantastical joy, the feelings and knowing of a power so mighty and mysterious, there has also often been the sorrow, the desire to be with some competence and continued service with this energy that brings a real light to my soul and something so meaningful for the world. And while I have a couple of times since fallen in to states of a magickal poetic state of consciousness, to have these words manifest themselves upon the world around me remains a buried treasure.

This remembrance does still carry that feeling of importance and relevance when I am faced with the monstrous perils of the world though, such as hearing about the gulf spill and its impact being realized. And, there are many now choosing the path of prayer to address the momentous challenges of the Age.

Recently a friend's newsletter included this healing prayer from Doctor Emoto:

"I Send The Energy Of Love And Gratitude To The Water And All The Living Creatures In The Gulf Of Mexico And Its Surroundings. To The Whales, Dolphins, Pelicans, Fish, Shellfish, Planktons, Corals, Algae And All Living Creatures... I Am Sorry. Please Forgive Me. Thank You. I Love You."

And I also saw this on the website of the Global Coherence Initiative, a project of the HeartMath Institute:

Care Focus: Oil Spill
A huge oil spill in the Gulf of Mexico, created by an explosion of an off-shore oil rig, is heading towards the Gulf Coast of the United States.

We are asking Global Coherence Initiative members to send their heart-focused care to the area. From the heart, visualize the Gulf region, land and sea, as vibrant and thriving – and feel as if the highest-best outcome for all has already taken place.

Gregg Braden is one currently speaking about the impact of collective emotion upon the planet, and working with the Global Coherence Initiative on "Advanced sensing technology, now being developed at the Institute of HeartMath, (which) will allow us to observe changes in the earth’s magnetic field and test the hypothesis that the earth’s field is affected by mass human emotion, positive or negative."

Mass human emotion, focused upon the feelings and visions of a clean, vibrant, healthy Gulf of Mexico, emotion that is manifested in to the world through word, art, and action, resonating through magnetic fields, elemental aethers, and sacred realms, bringing to being a new reality. That's my prayer * * *