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LA VOIE DU SHAMAN

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VISION QUEST

JASMIN AND THE BLUE DRAGON

Once upon a time there was a little girl, Jasmine, who lived in a cave. Her only friend was a thin ray of light that came from high above and a teddy bear called Gaston. Gaston was very adventurous because he was fearless and could see in the dark. To make sure he would never get lost, Jasmine had him on a leash.

Unbeknownst to anyone, the ray of light had gradually grown wider. And Gaston was getting more and more adventurous. Jasmine, however, being a bit less comfortable with darkness, spent most of her days daydreaming in the ray of light. She never considered getting out of the cave, until one day... someone showed up at the cave's single opening.

It was a seer. She asked Jasmine why she stayed in the cave.

Jasmine: “I don’t know; well, I want to stay with Gaston and he loves it here”.

The Seer: “Since you have a leash, Gaston would have to follow you out, wouldn`t he?”

Jasmine: “I am afraid that the light will change him and that he won’t be my friend anymore.”

The Seer: “Gaston loves adventures. Don’t you think he would love to follow you wherever you go?”

So Jasmine agreed to ask Gaston to come along and he accepted. The Seer slid a ladder down and both made their way up the rungs. As Jasmine put her feet on the first rung, she felt more self-confident. When she reached the second rung, a bright white, oval disk of light appeared under her feet. It made her feel excited, uplifted and joyful. Her joy made the ladder stand up more solidly.

A few rungs higher, the leash between Jasmine and Gaston broke silently and the teddy bear fell to the depths of the cave. Jasmine gulped as if she were about to cry but realized in a flash that the leash was attached to her own heart, not to the plush animal. She thought she had loved Gaston but, in fact, unconsciously used him to hide her heart so she could go on adventures incognito, in the safety of the underworld.

As the disk of light faded, she started to feel a lot of pain in the left side of her body, especially in the arms and the hands. She almost let go.

The Seer: Jasmine, ask your body what is this pain about.

Jasmine: It hurts because I feel so sad; my mother never has time to play with me. She is so busy and worries so much about my family, the world and the stories on the news. My left arm and hand feel the most pain because even though I try to help her and use my magic, she never has fun. And it makes me really, really tired too.

The Seer: Jasmine, move the ladder under yourself as a bed to rest. Just use your intention.

Jasmine: It works! It floats in space like a hammock.

After a while, her arms felt relieved and she resolved to climb out of the cave. Her determination triggered the ladder to get upright and plant itself solidly on the ground again. When Jasmine reached the first third of the ladder, another light, much bigger, appeared suddenly this time in front of her belly. Taken by surprise, she almost fell off! That light made her feel so powerful! So much so that she turned into a beautiful, blue, flying dragon with unique markings.

She was so beautiful she could have played in the movie Avatar. Totally self-absorbed, she started doing all kinds of back-flips and other acrobatic dragon moves. Then she became aware that the dragon was not even known it was a girl dragon! Her power was in the beauty of her flight and in the subdued light spots on the soft velvety skin of her underbelly.

Jasmine was so exhausted after the transformation that she could no longer move or stand straight.

The Seer: Look for the best spot on Samyukta's body to rest.

You see, Jasmine had a protector and that is me, a part of her has kept growing up while she was hiding our heart; the part that was always staying in the cave’s single ray of light.

Since the dragon could no longer answer the Seer’s questions, she turned to me.

The Seer: Samyukta, what is this ray all about?

I had to pause, but came to the conclusion that it is the light of enlightenment.

The odd part was, I did not even know what it was until the Seer asked. OUF! Now I am the one who feels tired to the core. Dragon Jasmine is nesting close to my collar bone, moving first to the right side and then to the left. She rests there for a long while. Eventually, I get restless while she starts developing an interest in her triple clawed talons. My movement gets her flying again but she is so tired that she soon lands… in my throat!

At that moment, a magnificent, large, golden egg also appears in my throat. Within a second Jasmine decides to settle in the egg and shuts the top without a crack to show. The magic doesn’t stop there. A Mary Poppin-like handbag erupts from my lower spine and gobbles up the golden egg. The dragon now feels totally safe and falls into a deep sleep.

I cry because I suddenly become aware that my power is in my words, because they show what is going on in my heart.

The problem is that a lot of people considered my words weird or completely crazy. Many among you probably know exactly what I mean, yes? The worst part is that a lot of people are afraid of, criticize or single out those they consider crazy. That is such a lonely feeling. Trying to fit in, we talk less and hide our heart. Right?

Fortunately, when I look at the white page on the computer or in a blank book, a flow of words start coming out as poetry or stories that show me how I truly feel. That is when a Mother Goose-like puppet shows up in my eyes, all feathers fluttered, to hide the powerful dragon!

Why? If you think that people get nervous around crazy people, try showing up as a powerful dragon! Am afraid they will try to kill my dragon or run away. Thank goodness Mother Goose looks inoffensive.

Yiiiikes! Jasmine is stirring and no longer wants Mother Goose to hide her gorgeous dragon colours. She wants to extend the full length of her wings and show up in public!!!! Should I keep my eyes open or close them tight?

Diary of a bioenergetic guided visualisation

ÉLIXIR

AGING IS BECOMING



Title inspired by a poster created by Francine Beauregard and me for the National Advisory Council on Aging



CHOISIR LE BONHEUR

Je bénis mon cœur

Avec les couleurs du bonheur

Les tourments extérieures

Affectent ceux que j’aime

Sans me toucher, sauf par leurs yeux

Car la lumière de Har

M’amène la sérénité

Que je ne sais expliquer

Mais que je voudrais partagée

Répond à mon appel, Dévi

Quels mots trouver pour convaincre

Pour leur dire que tout n’est pas

Castastrophe, malheur et pauvreté

Pour leur montrer le magnifique chemin

Que j’ai embrassé

Mais je dois leur laisser la liberté

De me suivre ou de m’abandonner

Sans leur laisser une part de moi

Les accompagner

BELOVED TEACHER

I believe in the gold

In your eyes

I believe in the love

I see in your eyes

Because from deep inside

My own eyes

You looked at me

With the kindness of the Infinite

In that mirror on the wall

No longer see fear

No longer see anger

No longer see my dear father’s face

Nor my mother’s instead of my own

In that mirror on the wall

No longer the judgments

Of self-hatred

A kinship of souls

I recognized as you smiled

In my eyes

In the mirror

That I am loved

Inside and outside the mirror

HISTORY CAN CHANGE



Can you see yourself here among the stars?



In the veins of the trees

Lay the history of my country

Their roots hold me tight

To the stability of my core.

History can change,

So will the trees

Their fruits juicier

Their seeds more eager

To grow, at a new pace

The Earth ever happy

To provide solidity

And yet she, herself, feels

Held tighter by the loving flows

Of stars’ messages to her eternity.

Call your friends. Don’t let them die.

Remind them that they belong to Me.

AYAHUASCA MESSAGE and MORE

Patience, she kept saying

Know that you know

Fear dissolved won’t come back.

Your spine is straight

Run but don’t rush

Keep your heart’s song pulsing

Come to Me, hold Me tight.

More

Magnitude is a magnet for more

Expect nothing

They’ll come to you

For more of who they are

Peru, Feb. 2011

WHERE DO I COME FROM?

Tell me, mother,

The story of the free bird

Who layed her eggs

In a soft basket of gold light.

“She trembled

But the song of the 3 frogs

Calmed her worried mind.

She folded her feathers

As she was watching her butterfly sister

In the glory of her colours.”

Tell me, mother, the story

Of your eggs hatched so long ago.

Tell me, who have I become?

“A bit of you

A bit of sky

A bit of Earth

All that matters.”

Machu Picchu, Feb. 2011

LIZARD

The Shaman and the Dreamer

Spotted you here

Undisturbed you were

Silent within your own light

Remember what you last said?

Mind your guru’s grace

No need for sound in that place

Except the rhythm of your breath

The pulse of your heart beat

Send your signal

My Space will receive

A satellite spinning the galaxies

And send their echo back

To the water to make it move

Star of David, I know

Your connection with my people

The stars who guided

The Sun’s love affair with the earth

Machu Picchu, Feb. 2011

HEALING

Falling in love with the unique beauty

Of a man who does not love himself

Is a healing process

Understanding his pain

Because have been through the same

Brought me another gift

Finding compassion

For his lies, delusions and deceptions

I understood, finally:

He blames me for something

He just can`t accept about himself

His responsibility for his suffering

Seeing all this game

Helps me realize  that, once again

I was loosing my joy, ‘cause

I couldn`t make him happy

My responsibility is to stay joyful

Against all odds

Because this gift is what people need to see

To remember their own

No longer will I let go of my joy to feel

Accepted, to earn a living, to be loved.

I know the way back

Can show them the way

But to follow me is his choice

Can`t remove his pain

T’is the door he needs.

THANK YOU MA PETITE CHÉRIE

I am not ugly, just a tad clumsy

While I learn to grow up

In self-love, self-acceptance

In my divine infinity

LA DÉESSE ACCOUCHE

Beauté, beauté

C’est pour toi que j’ai créée

Ce rêve pressant de vivre à tes côtés

Adi Shakti, Adi Shakti

Namo Namo

Serab Shakti, Namo, Namo

Pritam bakvati, namo, namo

Kundalini, mata Shakti, namo, namo

Accouche de moi déesse

À renaître je suis prête

NOT A TYPO

Have been crying often

For no reason the mind can find

Sometimes out of a gratefulness

For no reason the mind can find

Sometimes because I feel the sadness of the world

Not an emotion but as compassion

Sometimes I cry out of frustration

For not knowing. Is that the mind crying?

Mostly I cry in longing to hear the divine in me

Flow with the life force says my guru

And that’s what I want to do

Yet there is another force inside

That won’t allow the locks to open

That voice inside pleads
Hear me, hear me

The mind wants to hear, but doesn’t

Breathe, breathe, breathe

Let the pressure out and I will glow out too

Hi, hi, hi, said the voice inside

Got ya! You’re smiling now!

And I cry again for that child inside

Who still knows how to play and trick me

Into being happy and relaxed

Do you know how she did it?

Wanted to write “flow” but she created “glow”

Not a typo, oh no, a transformation

Awakening me to the present moment

Instead of focusing on the past

Hari Om darling

DEVI, DEVI

Saw you coming down

With your dark and gold dress

A twirling Indian goddess

Then you disappeared inside of me

Who are you?

Which part of me are you the mystery?

My mind wants to see you, to hear you

I plead and pray and ask to no avail

My guru says “Do what she asks”

But I don’t perceive her voice, her grace

Her guidance

Slowly my lips and my mind start smiling

Could it be that easy?

Erase the worries, the “I have to do”

Enjoy the presence of the living smile

In the muscles of your mouth

And the corners of your eye

In the air that comes through your nostrils.

Oh great Spirit

Earth, Sun, Sky and Sea

You’re inside and all around me, she sings

Am reminded of happiness

A cloud just moved to allow more sun in the house