The Last Day of Shaktipat...wow

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(I also posted this on the Virgin site, but wanted to share with the

Shakti-headed ho's, too, of which I guess I will be one, now! LOL)

 

It was great, it was very interesting, it was quite an experience.

I'm so glad I did it and glad I was able to do it (gratia, gratia,

gratia, Chrism!)

 

This is longish--apologies!--but it's so great to say it in writing:

 

I felt Angelic, radiant, all day long, for some reason (maybe wearing

the white and crystal jewelrey all day). Even my husband said I was

looking Angelic. (Wow, an actual compliment!) I sort of felt like I

glowed all day, and I even got the stares from people when I went out

to do my errands for the day. I'm not a conceited person by any

stretch of the imagination. But I felt like I radiated beauty

yesterday (even if chubby and middle-aged!) It was a great feeling!

 

I did last night's meditation in our pool in the moonlight in my

birthday suit. Wow, was that wonderful! Freeing. The light was

bright, planets were vivid in the sky (wow, are they bright).

Crickets singing, a screwy mockingbird singing his repetoire in the

dark, the smell of fresh cut grass, our peppertree was aromatic. It

was trance-like and perfect for my final meditation on the chakras

and some compression prayer. Later, my husband came out and joined

me...I will leave it there (it wasn't for meditation).

 

Falling asleep in bed, I just reached out to feel the last of the

Shaktipat, to revel in it, be grateful for it, said many thanks and

went over in my mind all I have gotten from it. (Must write it all

down and keep it with my dream journal for future reference).

 

I woke up about midnight with a weird feeling, it's probably what

woke me. I was shuddering, spasming in my neck then down my back. Not

painful, just uncontrollable quakes, shudders. There were spurts,

waves, it wasn't constant but every few seconds. I had serious

restless leg and arm syndrome and I couldn't help but clench and

uncleanch my hands and curl my toes to try and get rid of the intense

energy I was feeling. I had a funny buzzing and tingling all over! I

can't remember if it just subsided or I fell back to sleep.

 

I woke up again at 3:10am and had the strongest desire to stretch and

twist a mile! It was worse than after the 10 hr. flight to the UK!

(which we are making in a week's time, just so you know if I'm quiet,

that's why...You might enjoy the quiet...heehee, but I hope not TOO

much!) And I had such a dry mouth, I drank a whole glass of water in

one go!

 

The dreams that came to me were surreal, I'd guess you could say. H.

my old boyfriend, came to where I was by train, met me in a church.

He came to talk to me, or vent more like, about his girlfriend/wife.

I didn't know how I could help him really other than to be

compassionate and sympathetic. I sent him to a sanctuary or chapel in

the church to be alone with his thoughts and pray. I waited outside

for him so I could be there for him when he was done. I kept hoping

the girlfriend/wife wouldn't come charging in at me and start getting

in my face and all jealous. Then I was in a beauty salon waiting to

have my nails done. The women were gossiping about some weird stuff

and I got bored and left. I turn up at an outdoor festival, maybe

fair and see Glenn Campbell (but he's doing James Taylor tunes). He's

aged badly. He has a whole band with him and I see he's playing to

about 6 people. I see the disappointment in his eyes but he's playing

as if to a large crowd. I feel bad for him. I sit next to an African-

American woman, about 40, in a big muumuu dress. And she's talking so

I look at her and WHOA! She has a mutant/Frankenstein head! It's like

someone grafted 3 faces onto one head. The sort of normal one is

talking. There's one side with sort of zombie eyes and a twisted

smile mouth, a zig-zag seam, some tufts of wild hair, a face with

eyes closed that seems either asleep or dead and in the back is again

tufts of hair but on top is a key wind mechanism, like the old

clocks. It's horrific and unnerving. I look at the face that's

talking. The smell of fried chicken is wafting from a KFC place

nearby. She's going on and on about how fantastic their chicken is. I

say I grew up in the south where we had the real thing. I'm thinking

about my grandmother's Sunday fried chicken dinners (oh, man...I'd

love to have that again! Cholesterol or not! LOL). She gives me a

scowl, like that was complete bull or I was interupting her. She

isn't the least impressed by my opinion and still goes on praising

KFC as the ideal.

 

As I'm sitting there and she is droning on, I see roller coaster cars

rolling past, they have come off the tracks and are rolling down the

road toward a steep hill that ends in a cliff. Someone runs after it,

I think it was my husband. It goes over the first hill, people

screaming. I think " Oh no, I think they'll crash and all get killed! "

Then I see it slowly coming back toward me and the person who I think

is my husband is pushing with all his might to take the cars back

toward the roller coaster track. Wow! I didn't know he could do that!

(End of Dreams)

 

So a busy night. No wonder I feel a bit tired today! I think a nap

will be coming soon.

 

A quetion: What is suggested for these last days of the

scatterfield? Any particular focus, meditation, practice we should

be doing apart from the safeties? I'm missing the colo(u)red shirt

days! That was fun. I'm purple today as I didn't get to wear that and

it's my favo(u)rite colo(u)r.

 

Should the breathing into all the chakras be a part of our daily

routine now?

 

Thanks everyone for a wonderful, communicative, loving Shaktipat!

I love you guys,

Valarie

 

(I could be " Sings to Cats " ?)

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