I start to see a mirror and stare into it and then it breaks and all the pieces seem reflections of different aspects of me. I spin inward and imagined a train bringing me back in time. To a place that was cold and snowy and then to a field where wheat is blowing in the wind and then I see high-wire telephone poles in the background. I travel to lakes and the ocean as both clear and cloudy waters flow by me. I see an old fashioned car and try to date its use. I then am transported back to my grandmother’s house and look at a fireplace and wonderif this was present when she lived there. I think that it may have been as I flow up her staircase to things more familiar. In the upstairs alcove, I see her small library and think back to how I always found this to be a curious unusual room to have. I then am in the bedroom that I stayed in and run my hands over the vividly, green wallpaper and then see the pink room and wondered if there had been three or four bedrooms in this home where my mother grew up and my grandmother lived in when I knew her.
I remember from childhood how I loved her taste and the vivid colors she chose to decorate with. I meander downstairs to the back room with the porch swing that would glide back and forth and then to her yard where she had a sand box. I sit on the nearby soil that too is sandy and brushed off some ants that are on my back leg as I can feel them tickling me. I acknowledge my grandmother and she me, appreciating the traits that we both share. Then I see a bat and think of its Native American meaning that of rebirth and wondered what has to die to allow something new to be reborn?
The next thing I know Christian prompts us to focus at the throat chakra and it seems less red than in previous weeks and clearer there but then I noticed an ulcer and asked how to heal it? The answer that comes is time. Then at the heart I examine it from every angle and its openness is pleasing. At the belly is Ganesh the overcomer of obstacles. As we travel up from the charge to the throat I see gold as the healing element and my mind goes to radioactive gold and I tell myself no, just Gold here as I try not to think of the other.
At the end I once again connect with the group energetically. I see Guides sweeping and healing me and then bequeathing me with a robe and it feels fitting in some odd sort of way. As if there has been some completion of sorts.
When we process as a group a few minutes later, the lady next to me talks about how she had throat cancer years ago and she intimates that it has healed with time. She talks about embracing her belly and I think of Ganesh residing there in mine. Another speaks of her maternal grandmother and I start to see that each of their stories is a reflection of my own today. Lastly a third one talks about death and rebirth and I see all this as incredibly ironic. Maybe in connecting with them energetically at the beginning our stories and sights became conjoined together(?)
I stare at the candle and the beautiful lilacs before Christian blows it out and we end so to allow to start anew.