Tuesday, November 2, 2010
Dia de los Muertos
In my dream last night my father (now an honored ancestor and guide) showed me how to switch off the part of my DNA that has compelled me to heal all the suffering he experienced while alive through my relationships with men. He whispered, "I'm dead, honey - no use trying to heal me any longer." He was showing me a complicated, multi-layered fuse box. The switch to turn off my lifelong genetic imperative to heal his poor tortured life experience was three layers below the surface level of switches.
Healing the ancestors is an ancient tradition amongst we shamans. The practice creates a pay it forward energy since (after all), the ancestors come back as our children and grandchildren. Sending healing backwards in time is an investment in the future. Time is rather slippery for we shamans, don't you know?
Even within Chinese medicine it is possible to send healing to the ancestors. The one time when the Sufi acupuncturist told me my pulses were "great" - it only happened once - he suggested that we send healing backwards to those who came before. The needles went right into the center of my sternum, creating the most lovely ache. It was a marvelous treatment. Wow. Ain't it the truth that the heart is the portal, holding (as it does) so much love? Oh yeah.
My father (in my dream) was not suggesting that I stop my shamanic practice of healing the ancestors, only that I switch off the part in which I work the healing through my romantic relationships. ... Papa ... I'm not complaining, really ... but I need to say just one thing: could you have showed me this trick sometime earlier in my life? Uh ... I'm 57, leaning hard into 58. ... Just sayin ...
In my mind's eye, Papa smiles widely and lovingly, gives me a knowing look, pats me on the shoulder, then slips away into the mist. Oh those loving ancestors can be so enigmatic!!