The Atlantic Ocean
Four weeks ago I arrived on the Canary Islands. The weeks before were a bit wild but as expected going on retreat was about the best thing I could do.
I love the work with Kambo. I mean what’s better then puking the hell out of your stomach 😜
With every purge layer by layer you leave behind some of your past… deep routed patterns, conditioning, trauma, etc.
Kambo is one of the most potent medicines for the body, mind and soul that I personally experienced.
So what did it do for me?
Well, not only that I found awareness about some of my ill-making patterns and was able to let them go. I experienced how strong my mind(fuck) really is. I saw THE light. I discovered the frequency of my heart.
Well let’s see what I’ll manifest next but first I’ll listen to the advice some of the great mystics gave in the past:
“If you believe to be enlightened, just spend a weekend with your family.”
I’m not enlightened but one thing I can say for sure:
One day I’ll look back to these 3 1/2 weeks and can tell how they shifted my life 😉
The moment my mind is quiet life is full of light.
With each inhale I take I inhale life.
With each exhale I create and in-spire.
I decide if I nourish myself with darkness or light.
In my last ceremony I experienced how enlightening life can be. It felt like I was making love to life…
I experienced how abundant with light life is 😊
Life’s a bitch… isn’t it?
It just won’t roll the way I want it to.
It’s just not the way I it could be…
Could be? Should be? Would be?
Everything would be perfect if only…
Ahh, shut up… damn it… life’s a bitch 😉
I’m fascinated by Kambo and how it works through layers of physical and emotional blockages. My first five ceremonies where quite smooth, however, the last two were a bit rough.
So far the process was no inner fight but now that I have reached some deep blockages within me the game has changed.
In my last ceremony I was confronted with the topic of blame and guilt. These are two old companions of mine.
Looking back it seems to be quite obvious, however, although it is so, so far I was never able to see it.
Especially when I was young I used to take the blame for a lot of stuff I wasn’t guilty of. And as it naturally works I used to pass blame on to receptive people close to me.
Guilt is a very destructive emotion and blame an equally destructive trait! The former makes you heavy and not enjoy the beauty of life. The latter is poisonous even for the people who love you most.
Now that I am became aware I will practice to let go of it. Since it is a deep routed pattern it smight still be a companion for a while. But I think I found a way to contain it.
So, who’s to blame?
Well… I’ll rather enjoy the beauty of life then to search for the culprit 😉