| Oneness: The existence of a subtle energy web that | | | | "happens" as part of our own creation; it is our calling |
| interconnects all things. | | | | and at some point was our deepest desire, to be |
| Individuation: Integration of human components and | | | | part of this enigmatic thing we call Heaven on Earth; |
| recognition of one's true self and soul path. | | | | Yin and Yang. |
| Embracing the Dichotomy: | | | | Personal Story: |
| I love the Yin Yang symbol. To me it is the single | | | | One of my biggest fears is loneliness, and up until |
| most significant and descriptive symbol representing | | | | about the last 13 years or so I've also been confused |
| the nature of the Universe and each one of its laws. | | | | about its accessory, aloneness. Throughout my life |
| Every primary Universal Law is contained within the | | | | and in reaction to my loneliness, I would search out |
| Yin Yang symbol including "Oneness," which is | | | | and find a new mate every time I was alone. Each |
| represented by the encirclement of masculine and | | | | time I mated, I was lonelier than ever while in the |
| feminine crescents within. | | | | partnership, never understanding that being alone |
| Together, black and white snuggle against one | | | | wasn't the same as being lonely. |
| another inside the circle; they are one with the | | | | Now, I realize that I was only lonely for myself. My |
| whole, on some level equal and balanced parts of | | | | soul was crying out to be seen, heard and honored. |
| individuality: day and night, active and receptive, | | | | Instead, I projected my needs and my feelings of |
| cause and effect, the fire and water in all life. | | | | lack onto my 2 husbands and 4 live-in boyfriends |
| Separately, these crescents are each undifferentiated | | | | along the way. I also held really big expectations, |
| components of the whole; viable parts, yet not the | | | | mostly unspoken, to be loved and cherished by each |
| whole idea. | | | | of those men. |
| Our souls are similar as they are the center of our | | | | I couldn't love myself because in my mind I was |
| own personal being-ness, components of our | | | | somehow never enough in any circumstance, much |
| individual bodies, part and parcel to the spirit that | | | | less one of those relationships, yet I had no trouble |
| surrounds us, weaves through us, and is knitted into | | | | projecting my needs onto my men. It was always |
| everything in the known Universe. Spirit, by its | | | | their responsibility to "make me" feel loved, to see |
| nature, is "Oneness." It belongs to no one in | | | | my gifts and contributions, to hold me in high esteem. |
| particular, although we are all contained within it and it | | | | With that in place, I could continue to deny my |
| is held inside us. | | | | self-loathing, and especially, my loneliness. |
| The soul is about the size of our fist and is a | | | | Some of those men tried, yet ultimately they could |
| reflection of our individual hearts. We are solely | | | | never please me and I eventually sent them packing. |
| responsible for our hearts, physically, emotionally and | | | | I blamed them so I wouldn't have to face my own |
| energetically. It is also our individual responsibility to | | | | responsibility. I blamed them so I could continue my |
| complete our soul's mission during the lifetime in which | | | | wishful thinking that out there, somewhere, was the |
| we exist, rather than expecting some other being, | | | | man for me. |
| human or benevolent, to care-take us. | | | | This was definitely a Yin-Yang imbalance. My state of |
| Spirit is like connective tissue and is reflected in the | | | | being was so far from individuation I couldn't see it |
| body as an intricate fabric that weaves through | | | | with a telescope. With all the mental and emotional |
| organs, into bones, around nerves and blood vessels, | | | | yo-yoing, I wasn't able to hold Yin or Yang. I craved |
| connecting our internal body parts and the skin that | | | | being one with my mates. I craved touch and |
| overlays it all. Going a bit deeper, the subtle or | | | | togetherness; I craved attention like an abandoned |
| spiritual bodies connect via the nerves which are | | | | baby. If I had these things around me, I could believe |
| spiritual energy channels or nadis, into the chakras. | | | | in myself and hold onto a false sense of belonging. |
| Our subtle bodies are the energetic templates for our | | | | It was never "Oneness," of course; it was |
| physical existence. They are also fractals of the | | | | enmeshment that I craved. I had deluded myself into |
| Universal web or spiritual network. Fractals are | | | | believing that I was part of a couple even though the |
| microcosms, self-similar and infinite pieces of the | | | | moments when I could actually hold onto the belief |
| macrocosm, the Universal hologram. It is infinitely | | | | were very slippery, indeed. |
| self-perpetuating. | | | | These stories I made up, and the states of being I |
| Even though we are naturally and permanently | | | | believed to be real, were so incredibly empty. I came |
| connected with the macrocosm, I don't believe we | | | | away from my last relationship lonelier than ever, and |
| can be truly one with the Universe without first | | | | one day I had to face myself without a partner for |
| recognizing and embracing our individuality. When our | | | | what is now 13 years. |
| individuality is not fully owned, it acts like a distortion | | | | I have found my own masculine energy and the |
| or a glitch, a heavy anchor pulling on the spiritual | | | | cultivation of that essence helps my feminine energy |
| matrix, expecting to be dragged along. | | | | get stronger too. I don't always feel balanced in any |
| It's easy to claim a belief in "Oneness" and then to | | | | given moment or even capable of meeting situations |
| avoid responsibility for our actions as separate, | | | | with that perfect blend of Yin and Yang. |
| contributing human beings in the world. Rather than | | | | And, it doesn't really matter because now I truly love |
| being synergistically Yang--a giving, active, vital force | | | | being alone. |
| of life, and or Yin--open, welcoming energy; it's much | | | | Awareness Exercise: |
| easier to be complacent and apathetic or angry and | | | | Sit comfortably, feet on the floor, hands in your lap. |
| forceful. This way we don't have to work as | | | | Take a few deep breaths through your mouth, |
| compassionately and diligently, instead riding in | | | | exhaling the hot wind from deep in your belly. |
| someone else's wake or waiting for God to send a | | | | Now take a few relaxing breaths through your nose |
| knight in shining armor, or for the wind to blow us | | | | with your mouth closed. Breathe up from your pelvic |
| into the magical palace of our dreams. | | | | floor into your head through the depths of your |
| This creates a heck of a lot of drag on the boat. | | | | spine; breathe back down the spine. Repeat this a |
| Imagine if everyone did it this way! | | | | few times. |
| When we are not operating in that constantly shifting | | | | Next, inhale through the nose visualizing the breath |
| sweet spot, a sometimes chaotic, alternately | | | | moving up the spine again. This time, as you exhale, |
| systematic and balanced form of Yin /Yang, our | | | | watch as the breath spirals, winding around and down |
| energy rests heavily on the "Oneness" network. | | | | the spine to the pelvic floor again. Repeat this cycle |
| When we are all spirit and no soul, or even vice | | | | at least 9 times and up to 21 times in increments of |
| versa, we have not yet claimed our inheritance. | | | | 3. Stay in the Center of your Head, focusing on the |
| What some may call entitlement, I call ownership. It's | | | | breath as it moves up and down. |
| our job to claim our power, the gifts of abundance, | | | | How do you feel? What do you see, sense or |
| prosperity and connection to all things. We also need | | | | notice? |
| to own everything in our lives, remembering that it all | | | | |