Gecko Dreams by Patricia Robin Woodruff
I have been reading many books on spirituality this year, and one that I came across is written by Tommy Bailey, “Ayahuasca: My Journey to Peru to Participate in an 8-Day Ayahuasca Retreat”. I was intrigued to hear a first hand account of this Peruvian plant that reputedly has the power to connect people with the spirit world and the Collective Unconscious. I remembered reading about this years ago. The plant is prepared into a drink and is imbibed during an ayahuasca ceremony under the guidance of a Shaman. I found it fascinating that many people who have participated in this have had the same sort of visions, a heart opening experience, as well as a feeling of being connected with all the Universe. Some people feel that it is the plant world communicating and teaching us, so it is sometimes referred to as “Mother Ayahuasca.”
Synchronicity struck last month when my daughter who had been planning a trip to Peru for the past year found out her traveling companion couldn’t accompany her. I jumped at the chance to go. When I looked at the touring company that she was planning to go with, I saw that they had a “Spiritual Ayahuasca” option that I could sign up for, so everything seems to be lining up for me to participate in this spiritual experience. Another fascinating step along the journey of connecting to Spirit.
After ten years in the making, “Naked Morsels; Short Stories of Spiritual Erotica” is now published, rather co-incidentally, but happily on my husband’s birthday. Certainly fair enough, since he provides me with enough inspiration.
For a juicy sneak preview, you can read the beginning of one of the short stories, Venus Rising, HERE. Feel free to leave your comments.
After next week, it should be listed for $14.99 on Amazon and a eBook version available for Kindle and iPad, but right now it is available for a PRESALE PRICE of $11.99 (until Friday, June 20th) and you can only purchase it HERE.
Now you’ve got almost three weeks’ worth of steamy bedtime stories if you nibble them one at a time, or like a delicious box of Belgian chocolates, will you get tempted into consuming the whole thing?
– Robin Rumi
There are moments when the sacred seems to break through into the everyday world. Where you stand awestruck and know that you are in a sacred moment. What indicates this to me is entering into kairos, what the Greeks defined as sacred time. Wikipedia defines it as a moment of indeterminate time in which everything seems to happen. When I am writing and “in the zone”, I have entered kairos. It becomes not me writing but Spirit creating through me.
I couldn’t tell you how long giving birth lasted. I was in kairos when my newly born son unfolded like a flower in his father’s hands. I knew that we were participating in an act of bringing a life into this world. I was filled with awe, joy and gratitude.
When I participate in truly transcendent moments making love with my Beloved, I am in that same state of kairos. There are no linear minutes, just this moment of true togetherness. We are blended in our passion and joy in each other. This is a sacred moment, as well.
Other sacred moments are when we stand transfixed at the beauty of a sunset or the grandeur of a cathedral or the awe-inspiring hush of an ancient sacred spot. Again, the Greeks have a word for it, the aesthetic experience. Where we sense and understand things deep in our soul. We recognize the beauty of that place or moment. We know we have touched Spirit.
I will be going to a spiritual retreat this weekend, which I hope to share with you next week. May you have a Spirit filled weekend!
– Robin Rumi
Some places you are told they are sacred, either lore about the spot, or it is made plain by the arching cathedral space or ornate building around it. Other places you just know. You can feel it in your bones or deep in your dan tien or your gut. One such place was some sacred springs in Red Rock Canyon, Nevada. There was nothing to mark the spot, but I could just feel it; how the air held the silence, and the peace filled me.
As I thought about it, it made sense. The Willow Spring was a common stopping place for migrating Native Americans. There was a small cave there for shelter and fresh water. No surprise that nearby were some petroglyphs, handprints and symbols, their meaning now lost in time. But whatever the meaning, it was clear to me that this was a place of gratitude for the water that made it possible to survive in the Mojave desert.
The second unnamed spring was the same way. Surrounded by boulders and shaded from the heat of the sun, it provided a still oasis in the desert heat. It was an answer to a prayer for me, since the day had grown unbearably hot. I refreshed myself in the cold water. A baptism of sorts, I felt renewed. The desert is a place of marvels. It is a harsh, pitiless place but beautiful right down to its bones. So I added my gratitude to the energy of the spring and traveled on.
– Robin Rumi
I saw in the news where a person from a differing belief system led people to deface sacred stones in Russia. These two stones known as the Maiden stone and the Goose stone have been held sacred for 5000 years. The modern day miscreants spray painted “Idolatry is a sin” on the stones. Their religion makes them think that their way is the only way, regardless that their great spiritual teacher, Jesus, gave them the Golden Rule, “Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.”
I have traveled to many different sacred spots and hold each in high regard, whether I am of that faith or not. Regardless if the space is a cathedral altar or sacred grove, a Mormon sanctum or a Buddhist roadside shrine, it should be treated with respect. Sometimes sacred spots get reinterpreted by the popular religion. In the case of these sacred stones, they were probably sacred to the ancient Slavic Deity, Veles. Later they were reinterpreted to be sacred because the story arose that this was where St. George fought the dragon.
Spray painting on someone’s sacred spot does not bring you closer to God. It separates you from your fellow man. It sends an egotistical message of “I am better than you.” The sacred can be determined by what moves you closer to Deity: goodness, love, respect, kindness. As the poet, Mary Ann Pietzker said,
“Is it true? Is it necessary? Is it kind?
Although the defiler of the stones may have believed it was true and somehow thought it was necessary, it certainly was not kind. Nor did it follow the message of love that was the core of Jesus’ message. So as an affirmation for the week:
“I treat others with goodness, love, respect and kindness, putting myself in harmony with Spirit.”
– Robin Rumi
Photo of Maiden Stone thru Wikimedia Commons from Khakhalin