The year 2020. A new decade. And in its first week I can emphatically say I met my own soul.
I had my second Reiki massage and Sound Healing with Stefanie Holzer in Bali. The place known for its spiritual and mystical energy; the setting Nuko Beach Resort, Bali, a place filled with love.
Reiki massage different from the ordinary body massage detailed every muscle fibre I possessed releasing and draining the toxin, at the same time, unknotting all twisted tendons with her healing hands and breath. This took me into a meditative state, and totally awake I began to feel a body and mind separation that happens when meditation is achieved. Every spinal cord where nerve tissues exit is treated with healing hands and Stefanie's breathing that seemingly guides the nerve endings infused with blood ready to receive what was coming next.
In the alpha state of mind, a distant depth of low sound waves invaded my space. I longed to grasp the hum in an effort trying to find its whereabouts. Then another deep but louder volume that had me follow the sound for as far as it would allow. A tiny ping, a higher octave and in this vacuum space I found a composite of nothing yet of everything. It had cracks, it had smoothness, beautifully peaceful yet tangible. It resembled a part of me, easily recognizable, pure and welcoming. This could only be described as my soul. The comfort, almost an encompassing enveloping safe place needed none of the trappings connected with human needs.
It was timeless, it had love, it had innocence, it looked bare yet filled with history. I so wanted to go inside but with guidance, I was ushered into infinite space This resembled what space must feel like. There was no ceiling, no floor, nothing I could touch to match gravity, to match time. There was no light to shine any pathway It was something I was taught to dread, yet taking a step inside, I immediately knew it was the next phase of life by the sound of a louder deeper vibration - death. In the timeless vibration circling my entity, death was so beautiful. We are programmed to avoid death, we do everything to bypass death. Our emotions are cracked, skewered over our loved ones departure, We are scared of long projected ill health, discomfort from pain. Live, live, live is what we are told for when the inevitable comes, there is no more.
How untrue.
I now am liberated from this projected fear, The “Ah-Ha” moment, a word so ineloquently introduced by well known Oprah Winfrey but universally understood, was the fear of being left. Through my soul, those that went before will shine a light when it is my turn. No need for grief as the platform on which life connects with death should be celebratory as the next stage is just as exciting, adventurous and unknown. Worthy of waiting. Some of us wait to a century and more; some only two decades old; and some barely see the world, only to move on after a breath or two.
Liberate yourself, with hope you might be just as lucky to find a Stefanie to lead the way.
