My Journey to the East

The end of the Medicine wheel is an ending and also a beginning.  I finished my journey at the east which also ended at the time of the end of the Mayan calendar, a great death…. But it is also the beginning of my path of Shamanhood, a great rebirth…and the wheel continues.

The East is all about endings, and beginnings, death and rebirth, and the work I have done so far was in preparation to this time, the death of Me, the death of I…and the rebirth of who I am becoming.
I have had so many shifts this year, I am not the same person I was a year ago, I have witnessed that my internal world reflects the external world, what rhythm my heart beats to ripples out into the world around me, as I change, the universe changes too. All is, and Is not.
I became joined to the Kurak Akulliq the Earthkeepers, the Starkeepers, those who mulch the wisdom and light of the stars and feed it to their communities.
I have received my final stones, my mesa is full, complete and yet still only at the beginning.  The east, place of the rising sun, the direction some of us will go when we are ready to leave this place.

  I spent some time in the upper worlds, the Bardo plains of Buddhism, I have visited the stone world, a place of cold darkness, a place before the coming of the light, I glimpsed this world when the only light from lightning flashed across the skies, lost souls walked this place. I found solace in the green lights of the plant kingdom, warmth of the sun shone down finally, the plants were so full of peace and light and gentleness, they caressed my skin. The land of the animals, all the creatures that ever were are here, totems, spirit guides, familiars. The Ancestral realm is beautiful, our soul groups, our soul village, our loved ones….the whales and orca live here too, who’s souls have individuated..Wise old beings…Further still we meet with Pachakuti, a being of great light, higher still we fly to the crystal gardens, the rainbow fields, the city of gold…here we meet the children of our future, and our celestial parents who birthed our souls into being.

I got to experience what it’s like to sit with someone while they are dying…its beautiful…a real genuine privilege, an honour to be the souls midwife as it leaves this place and journeys home, I also got to experience what it’s like to leave this place also, to say goodbye to those you love, and recapitulate your life, telling your story….and then the spirit flight home….I couldn’t go though, I didn’t experience the flight, many others did, I didn’t, I had unfinished business, things I hadn’t said, promises I couldn’t keep, things I hadn’t done…This wasn’t the way I wanted to go.  I know how I want to go now, and I know what I must do to enable me to do this, I learnt a very important lesson that day; while we are here in our bodies, say what you mean to say, finish unfinished business, keep your promises or un-promise them, do what you came here to do….tell your loved ones you love them, forgive, accept, thank….otherwise you will not be able to fly when the time comes, you will have a bumpy ride, and that is not something anyone would want.

 

Death is such a taboo subject, whenever I have spoken about it to anyone, about the east work, I experience similar reaction; nervous fidgeting, strange screwed up faces, ‘deathly’ silence, subject change, awkwardness, yet if I mention a birth of a child everyone is animated, smiles and rosy cheeks all around, so many questions, so many squeals of joy….A Death is the Birth back to Source.  The soul becomes an innocent child again, a child of light, and is brought back into the arms of loved ones the same way it came into this world, full of love and joy and squeals of happiness. Yet we cannot talk about it, kids are hidden from it…the elderly or infirm sit silently while others creep around on egg shells “Don’t say the D word…Ssshhhh..” I have seen great beauty and joy in death.
Personally I have seen death, I have walked with death, I have looked at death in the face, it wasn’t horrifying or traumatic, it just was…an experience, like any other. 
Honouring the deaths in our own lives is important too, the end of a relationship, the end of a career, the end of an experience, and all of them teach us how to die when the time comes for us to truly leave, with our eyes closed and our hearts open.

For more information on the medicine wheel I experienced please contact Chris Waters via www.spiritoftheinca.com and transform your life too, Munay Sonqo