The morning of the seminar I was excited.
A mixture of feelings: I was nervous, excited, moved. I mean, I was experimenting
with all those things which are familiar to me whenever I come closer to something
that I know it will be touching.
And so it was, since the beginning. Since our first steps on the path which would
lead us to the “sacred space of work”.
I immediately noticed that the shape of the woods which would host us seemed like
the shape of a gigantic shield. I believe that was the first greeting to us. Here is
alright and the time is now.
Now, through the building of my shield made of cardboard, I look back to what
happened like if we were in a movie:
I start becoming small again, and I’m walking to that place that hosted me, starting
feeling as I belong there. And, of course, I belong there.
I know woods which are a more breath-taking panorama but that specific Community
of Mother Earth is perfect for the message we had to build for ourselves.
We didn’t feel the urge to show and demonstrate anything to anybody. We didn’t
need to let people know how many and which things we are aware of. We have lived
and discovered things during our life. And all of this happened because our minds
were completely free from any judgements. Marilena, since the beginning, has been
able to make ourselves at home.
Marilena has been good. A great and quiet master. She helped us to pass through
time and different worlds. She put me in front of a magical mirror, I guess…
And all the rest of it was like entering Narnia throughout a closet door.
There were exercises, shamanic journeys, meditations and contacts with the past
and the future. But also there was the complicity of the fellow I’ve bumped into and
who has never let me alone (it was nice being supported by another soul), the
messages received, interpreted and sent, or the suggested solutions. A
combination of ingredients for our magic potion: the one we created and
shared; the one which awakened me and roused the memory of my power.
I don’t remember how long I’ve been close to the spiritual world. I believe it has
always been a part of me but, sometimes, one might get lost.
It happened to me. And no one can really know how to return to the right path.
That day, right there, I believe I stepped for the first time into the right path. And I
kept on walking. Step by step, I was starting getting reacquainted with myself and
the power which lives in me and was not able to find me anymore.
Now, it walks with me again. It guides me. It talks to me.
Together, we are looking for something that the other part of me knows but I still
don’t.
I work. I live. I have a family and many responsibilities. Whenever I need I look at my
drawing on the shield I’ve created and I remember. I usually burn some pine resin
and start remembering. Maybe everything is connected just to one thing: remember.
Thank you, Mari and Walter