When I was first studying with Domano and Chea Hetaka, my Peruvian teachers, they took me to the beach near the Boardwalk in Santa Cruz, California, to watch people and their energies.
They kept talking about how so many people believe they are spiritually evolved because they follow a religion and perhaps do the prescribed practices of that religion.
They learn the required ethics and morals. They force themselves to smile at their neighbors even though they are secretly demeaning them in their beliefs and thoughts and emotions.
As we sat in the sand Chea said, “Watch the space around the people. Tune into the frequencies of each that resonate emotions. Then mental thoughts. And last spiritual, nonlinear, acts.”
In other traditions these frequencies are sometimes called “bodies”, emotional body, mental body, spiritual body.
To the left were a group of very young children perhaps two to five years old. Their auric fields were perfectly round and maintaining several feet past their skin in all directions. At all the frequencies there were blues, yellows, reds, greens, golds darting free and glowing all around their bodies, even under their feet. They felt alert, capable.
“Now watch the group over there,” Chea pointed out in front of us. There was a group of four about forty to sixty years old. They were just sitting quietly. “Look for the same energies. Look at each type – emotions, thoughts, spiritual activity.”
As I sat there, I saw energy fields that were only one or two inches from their skin and one had the bottom of their energy field cutting across their shins.
I thought I was making a mistake. How could such strange shapes be possible?
I took a deep breath and moved my attention back into my Song, allowing myself to slip into a trance state and tried again.
I saw the same thing. Shrunk, inorganic, distorted, disabled, even with holes. I stopped and looked at Chea hoping she would say something that would make sense out of this.
She said nothing.
She just nodded for me to continue.
I did it again. But nothing had changed. I just noticed even more distortions.
“I don’t think I’m doing this right,” I said. I hoped the look on my face was painful enough that she would give me some help.
“What did you see?” she asked without any expression.
“The adults look really different from the kids. I think I did something wrong.” I didn’t know what to say. I really didn’t want to confess failure – the day had only just started.
“And…,” she continued.
“Well, the kids look, or maybe it’s ‘feel’, bright and healthy. Bouncy. Able to do anything.
“The adults…” I hesitated… “look like old dish rags that somebody rang all the colors out of. There’s no zap. It’s like they’re drugged. And I only saw dull colors and movements in front of just their chests and faces, maybe a little in the back of the neck. They’re all squished in, tight.”
“The spiritual level…,” I really thought this had to be a mistake. “I saw nothing. I couldn’t see any activity. I could distinguish the edge of the aura, but there was nothing inside.” I was sure I had done something seriously stupid.
“You made no mistake.” She made sure she caught my eyes.
“This is the difference between ‘spirituality’ and ‘spirit ability’. Religions teach us their morals and etiquette and call it spiritual, but they never teach how to use your whole self, how to be fully awake. That would not serve those in power. Keeping the people asleep serves them, it keeps them in power. And no one questions.
“Children are born awake and whole. This is what it looks like. They use all of their spirit energies on all levels. This is how one purposefully uses all of one’s spirit abilities. This is living one’s Song. This is the goal of our shamans: a world of awake, free people.”
The children ran past us kicking up the sand and leaving a glorious trail of bright colored lights in their wake.
“This is your goal now.”
Song to Song
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