Entering The Wheel of Initiation

August 22nd, 2010

Entering The Wheel, Excerpt from The Wheel of Initiation: Practices for Releasing Your Inner Light

Truth is within ourselves, it takes no rise

from outward things; whate’er you may believe

there is an inmost center in us all

where truth abides in fullness; and around,

wall upon wall, the gross flesh hems it in,

this perfect, clear perception which is Truth.

A baffling and perverting carnal mesh

Binds it and makes all error; and to know

rather consists in opening out a way

whence the imprisoned splendor may escape

than in effecting entry for a light supposed to be without.

Robert Browning, “Paracelsus”

When you enter the Wheel of Initiation in the South, you will set your intentions, thereby agreeing to the precepts of your journey. Then, when you move into the West, you will learn how to free yourself from habitual patterns, beliefs, and negative mindsets that are limiting you; this is essential for spiritual transformation. In the North you will apply the skills of meditation and contemplation that further enhance your journey, and in the East you will experience regeneration.

Each of us has experienced wake-up calls of illness, loss, close calls, or radical change. Sometimes we heed the wake-up call, and sometimes we run from it. These wake-up calls are asking for your attention; they want you to take the journey of your life. To go by choice means to listen to your soul’s calling and to wisely and consciously step into the Wheel.

Listen to the call to go deep into your being and bring forth the imprisoned light. For at least several months, if not for a year, take yourself into the woods on the inner pilgrimage of personal spiritual initiation.

The Wheel of Initiation, once entered, can offer you skillful and personal means of freedom from painful habitual states. But be warned, you will be leaving the shores of your comfort zone behind you. As André Gide so rightly stated, “One doesn’t discover new lands without consenting to lose sight of the shore for a very long time.” You will need a willingness to let go of old beliefs and assumptions about yourself and the world in order to “see” anew.

However, you will not be offered someone else’s beliefs to replace the ones that you are dispensing with. This spiritual initiation is simple but not easy, and it opens inner doors so you can access and discern truth for yourself. It is accessible to all because the splendor is indeed hidden within each one of us. The Wheel, as an organic template, presents you proficient means to open the inner doors for yourself, choose for yourself, and initiate yourself.

Many of us are now living various degrees of an uninitiated life. We are living in a false dream, a life that is more like sitting on the soft-cushioned deck chair on a cruise ship (that may or may not be heading for an iceberg). We tend to choose comfort to get us through the rough seas and the difficulties of life, but these insular comforts too often keep us a spectator of life rather than a participant. We all want happiness, yet we tend to do that which causes more pain. If outward comfort freed us from our suffering, we wouldn’t need bigger toys or more potent drugs. Those who experience personal initiation have left the comfort of the deck chair and the sight of their own familiar shoreline.

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Divination & Sacred Stories: Teachings of the Santeria Gods

August 3rd, 2010

“The road to death is paved with disobedience.” Taken from a sacred story within the book: Teachings of the Santeria Gods: the Spirit of the Odu by Ócháni Lele.

“ . . . . Everything we abandon before we can bring it to a conclusion continues to live until it is played out, until the story is finished. All strains will be played out.” –Andrei Codrescu, The Blood Countess

Your life is an unfolding story. You are living a story right now.– Is it your own? Is it the one you want to be living?

People come in to see me for help and what they share are their stories. They want to transform their pain-story and live their authentic-story. Throughout our day we are constantly interacting with each other’s stories. To know someone’s stories is to be intimate with them. The most personal closeness with others, where revelation occurs, is through the exchange of stories.

Without story the world would be dead. The teachers would be without their teaching sticks. The grandmothers who hold the sacred stories in many traditions would be silent. There would be no movement because there would be no beginning, no middle, and no end. And if you have one story about to end you best get busy creating your next story. You can use patakís (sacred stories) and other stories to do this.

Our spiritual parables and sacred stories show us the way out of danger and give us real means to confront the patterns that keep us habitual, stuck or ill. Truth (both relative and universal) is best taught through parables, myths, stories and legends. It is through story that our spiritual teachers reveal hidden and relevant truth to us. Every religion relies on their stories to pass on their message and to teach their congregation.  Parker Palmer, educator and author of A Hidden Wholeness refers to the use of stories to heal and teach us as “The Third Thing.” Instead of just smacking someone with advice, give a story. That’s what the Gods do.

“Storytelling seems to be a dying art, and people are starved for this knowledge. I believe that if we don’t start writing down the stories we know about the orishas, the odu, and the people who lived and died following the orishas, one day these things will be lost. The death of each elder priest or priestess represents the destruction of an entire folkloric library that simply cannot be rebuilt if these stories are not shared.” Ócháni Lele, author of Teachings of the Santeria Gods

In the sacred divination system of the Santeria are the sacred stories known as patakís. When I came across this culture of orisha worship, I knew I found something purposeful. At the core of the diloggún­–the sacred divination system of the religion Santeria–are the sacred stories known as the patakís, narratives whose themes are as powerful and relevant as they were in the minds and lives of the ancient Yoruba who safeguarded them. Since it is likely that the human race originated in the same place these patakís originated (Africa) to have at least one diloggún divination in your lifetime would be valuable. “With this oracle,” Ócháni writes, “a diviner accesses the knowledge and ashé (spiritual powers) of all creation. When Ócháni Lele does a divination he casts the diloggún and patterns are revealed that point to a patakís that applies to the client.  “By casting the diloggún, a diviner accesses one of these ‘chapters’ on behalf of his client.”

One does not have to be an adherent of this faith to appreciate and benefit from this divination tool. In his recent book: Teachings of the Santeria Gods, Ócháni Lele gives the reader access to some of these core sacred stories. These are parables that teach and guide and can be used outside the diloggún of which they originate.

And as we all know, every good story has an element of sacrifice.

One feature of the patakís and its divination system is that of sacrifice. They ask you what are you willing to give back (to life, to the gods, to the world) in exchange for their help? In my work, initiation can only take place if someone is willing to do whatever it takes to free themselves from what binds them to the false self and to their pain-story. So, in any divination or spiritual effort be willing to give up something in order to generate the desired movement you want.

In closing I ask Ócháni Lele himself to share a few words with you in this topic of divination and sacred stories:

“At the core of the Lucumí (Santeria) faith are thousands of sacred stories that we know as patakís. They are myths, histories, yarns, tall tales, fables and short stories dealing with life in all its exquisite mystery. Instead of being random tales told with no connection to each other, each of our patakís are told in conjunction with one of 256 signs in the diloggún known as the odu, sacred energies that we believe guide creation. They are neither static nor unchanging; they are in a state of movement and constant renewal. When one has divination with the orishas, one’s place in those energies is identified: Using the sacred cowries of an orisha an odu is discovered that resonates with that individual, and inside that odu are hundreds of stories that might apply to the client. The work of the diviner is to mark which of those stories engulfs his client, and by interpreting the client’s place in that patakí, evolution unfolds. For most of the world divination might seem a parlor trick or a mindless entertainment; however, to the Lucumí divination is a sacred act, a ritual, that helps us find our place in the world and overcome it for a better existence. It is a time where stories unfold and are told, a sacred moment in which we, if we listen, can understand our place in the world.” bstuartmyers@gmail.com

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Read his book and discover the stories from the Santeria that are relevant to you today. Take one of the stories and use it to teach someone else or to guide a child. Instead of giving feedback to others practice sharing a personal or sacred story.

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Write about what needs sacrificing in order for you to move forward in your life.

When we carry our history and our pain stories, they can become too heavy for us to bear alone. When we unveil our past and tell our stories, we are less alone. In the simplest way, we just need to be heard. But much opens and unravels as we go into our lives stories. Our pain stories can be released, and the story of our soul, our authentic story, becomes revealed, like a secret garden buried after years of neglect. Taken from my new release, The Wheel of Initiation: Practices for Releasing Your Inner Light.

“The shamanic concepts of taking ourselves apart and resembling the pieces, coupled with a story-based approach; life is a story that we weave, and healing requires an understanding of the story, the plot, and the characters and how to change them.”

–Lewis Mehl–Madrona, M.D., Ph.D., Coyote Healing

THE MEANING MAKER

July 20th, 2010

“Ultimately, no human being can find genuine meaning in her life merely by accepting the meaning handed down from those who have gone before. Personal meaning must be created, not accepted, and the process of creating it requires testing and experimentation. A false self will neither test nor experiment; it is a defense against experimenting.”  James F. Masterson, M.D. The Search for the Real Self

How do you make meaning of your more significant experiences? How do you interpret a synchronistic encounter for example? How do you make meaning of the creative tension in your life? How do you make sense of the difficulties or times of darkness? Since our experiences occur within the context of our life it is essential that each of us be our own meaning maker.

So often this ability to make meaning of spiritual or mystical experiences, difficulty or significant encounters is stolen from us. Academic institutions focus on teaching our children what to think rather than how to think. Medical systems discourage you from listening to your intuition. Religious institutions often push doctrine and discourage followers from interpreting their own experiences. Many will use fear to control devotees. Those in the psychological fields will too often interpret and diagnosis according to their education and set view, thus obscuring their client’s ability to grasp truth for themselves.

By letting others dictate the meaning of our experiences we lose an opportunity to learn and integrate spiritual and psychological occurrences for ourselves. Then we may miss an opportunity to write a great poem or story, or create something new because we are not feeling the discomfort and vulnerability of being our own meaning maker.

Instead, we could stay in the center of our experience and live with the creative tension and questions that it can bring forth in us. We can then interpret the experience within the context of our inner and outer life. (Rather than from the framework of someone else’s mindset.) To answer the big questions we need to hold an open conversation with all of life.

We can trust ourselves.

To create the desired movement in our life we must find our own capacity to import meaning from our experiences. We then continue to step through the threshold of familiarity and take the next step on our quest into the Unknown. Not making our own meaning would be like finding a treasure map but not actually taking the adventure to discover the treasure. The treasure is right there, on the map, in your hands.

“In Lakota framework everyone is a meaning-maker, everyone must make sense of his or her experience. Woableza has been translated as “realization.” It has always seemed to me that this word acknowledges that each person has a capacity to make meaning; that understanding is very personal, is timed by him or her, and is not predictable; and for woableza to exist, a change in the person should take place.” ­– Gerald Mohatt, The Price of A Gift

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A Conversation with God

June 12th, 2010

Everybody walks in the street, more or less straight down the middle, and if a car comes while somebody’s having a good conversation or telling a good story, the car has to wait till the story finishes before people will move out of the way. Stories are important here, and cars aren’t. Ann Cameron, The Most Beautiful Place in the World

At the age of fifteen I was condemned to hell by a southern Baptist minister. I stood before him in my shorts and tee shirt, I admit scantly covered as he announced my banishment. Once censored he turned his back on me to greet the next parishioner as he received each of them coming out of the sanctuary. Souls on the assembly line for Christ. It felt much like a wedding reception line where you don’t mention to the bride that the groom is a scoundrel. You congratulate. You give or receive a blessing and you move on.

Being myself I told the minister I didn’t agree with his take on Jesus.

This minister, who had to be in his late fifties did not know me. He did not know how I tried to let Jesus into my heart. He did not know I spent years already reading the bible. He did not know I was on a long-term spiritual pilgrimage. He did not know I prayed everyday. He now knew that I didn’t agree with what he was proselytizing to all the other steamed up listeners — basically, unless you are reborn you are in deep shit. You must view yourself as a lowly sinner and beg for god’s mercy. I can’t recall the entire sermon but it included words like, blood, Christ, sinners, redemption, everlasting life for the few. . . During the sermon he invited those up who were letting Jesus in; those who were willing to announce their rebirth. Oh how grand it would have been for all if this young woman who sat in the farthest row of sinners could make her way up to the front and be saved.

I didn’t move. It would have been dishonest. I didn’t feel anything but rebellion. Not a Jesus in sight.

After being condemned, an elder of the church approached me. Her words broke through my bardo-like state, where I was not fully there nor was I gone, “Don’t worry dear he’s pretty zealous. God talks with him everyday.” At first I thought she said, “jealous.” Later I looked up the word zealous, not knowing what it meant. Apparently he was committed, dedicated, hard-core, eager, ardent. All words my dictionary and thesaurus afforded me.

My rebellion turned into fear. God makes a daily visit to this man, I thought.

What if I was missing the one opportunity for salvation, for nirvana? What if this was my one chance to guarantee a secure and happy afterlife? Would you just shrug it off and walk away? Wouldn’t you want to confirm a place in heaven, feel as if you belonged to something bigger than yourself?

Where do you want to spend eternity?

As this story goes I went back to the church the following day and found it open. (This was back in 1971, doors were left unlocked). I went in and prayed. Okay, I begged. I begged to whatever god was listening to please show me the way, give me something to go on. I begged for that Jesus in my heart feeling. I begged for personal insight. Later that morning the elder came into the church and we talked. I set up a time to visit with the minister for an hour that morning.

You can guess how that went.

He didn’t see before him a child with a beggar’s heart. He gave me scripture. He recited commandments. He told me not to dance with a man until I was married. I sat and listened and felt my lowliness. After our one-way visit ended the elder got my address and for a year she and I would write. I poured my teenage heart onto paper and she would kindly send me books, scriptures and a few supportive words. Turns out a few of the books were worth my time — but still Jesus never showed. I continued to feel the pain and eagerness of the search. Hell was looming out there for me and all my loved ones. Which brought up another concern of mine. –Even if I were to find a way to secure a heavenly place, what about those in my life who didn’t care about the afterlife? Who were not even attempting to make room in their hearts for Jesus? What about their souls?

A year passed when I finally wrote the minister himself. After all, he talks to god. Everyday. By then I needed a direct line. My brother was getting ill and crazy from schizophrenia, my boyfriend was a drunk and my dad seemed to go missing. I sent out a three page letter to the minister and then waited. Several weeks passed, longer than usual. I sat up nights reading the bible and going over the books the elder sent. “Ring of Truth,” is a title I haven’t been able to discard even now after forty years.

My oldest brother seeing me with one of my books commented sarcastically, “Ring of bullshit! You think God is going to say no to you? If you were God would you reject you?” His prompt was a good one but weakened by his steady commitment to pot and alcohol. So I kept reading and waiting and then the letter arrived. It was bulky. As it turns out it was thick with scripture and notes from the elder. Not any mention of my letter to the minister. Not a word from him.

On that day something broke open in side of me. (Something escaping out rather then being invited in.) I realized no one person holds a special relationship with god. There are no closed fists or one size fits all when it comes to god or a means to the afterlife. I also gave up on the idea of setting up room for Jesus in my heart. (I can sense the panic arise in many a good Christians as I put this down in writing!)

I rejected the premise that someone else’s path can adequately determine another’s.

I took the letter out to our back yard which was an apple orchard on the brink of extinction. I looked out and had my own conversation with god. It included a few wrathful words.

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In Zen they warn how the great teachers and teachings can be a fierce and intimidating enemy. This is because we have to find the source on our own, from our side. If we simply plug into some religious program or blindly go the way that others have found worked for them we will miss the genuine cultivation of our own inner flame. We won’t feel the discomfort and pulse of our own life and will miss our chance that only this incarnation can give. We can’t, as Joseph Campbell says, follow someone else’s hero path. We must find and pave our own. We can of course borrow from those who have gone successfully before us. Those whom, by the way, paved their own way.

Believe nothing just because a so-called wise person said it. Believe nothing just because a belief is generally held. Believe nothing just because it is said in ancient books. Believe nothing just because it is said to be of divine origin. Believe nothing just because someone else believes it. Believe only what you yourself test and judge to be true. –The Buddha

Writing Prompts

Write about a conversation with God.

Write a story about one of your childhood spiritual or religious experiences. How did this influence your chosen spiritual or religious path now?

Write about your last (past) life.

Write about a sanctuary using the following words: doorway, visitor, retrieve, market, lips.

What do you know for certain? You can write about this repeating the words (without lifting your pen), “I know for certain.” Then write about an opposite truth. What is an opposite of something you are certain of?