A Healer’s Magic

Of what use is it, I wonder, to speak of [tag]mindfulness[/tag] to a generation that grew up multitasking? Can the quiet, subtle peace of complete surrender to the one task at hand possibly compete in allure with the bright, glittering, ubiquitous sideshows that divide attention, again and again, into minutiae?

I don’t know. These are the [tag]old ways[/tag], the mysteries of an older time. Perhaps they have no relevance for today, or tomorrow.

They are my mysteries, and in the telling of them I’ve revealed nothing of them, but only mySelf…

It begins with finding that moment of peace within. Somewhere inside is a relic of the stillness from which we all come, to which we all someday must go. The challenge is to quiet the mind, to still its helter-skelter scatterings, to let go of the thoughts that intrude unwelcome into that growing peace. Let go and let go and let go, circling in from the frenetic rim of careening carousel-circling and right in to where there is nothing at all…

There is nothing else to do, nowhere else to be. Just that moment, in stillness, resting at last. breathe deep, inhaling peace, exhaling peace. There is nothing to fix, nothing to replace. Breathe it. Be it.

Sometimes, an image will appear against the velvety-black backdrop of my mind’s eye. It may be a vision of wholeness, a desire for healing and wellness; it may be in symbols, four-dimensional and rotating/inverting to show what must be done. Sometimes it’s a kinesthetic feeling (my favorite kind), skin pebbled in galvanic reaction, oh yes, it should feel just like that…

Whatever comes in that moment, it is from that greater [tag]consciousness[/tag] that informs and illuminates, that brings two people together for a moment of unity, of oneness that transcends them both. The [tag]transcendent[/tag] state begins the [tag]healing[/tag], in some ways is the healing, for in the willingness to surrender the reality that keep us divided and separate, we have already healed one small place in this fractured universe. We have set the template for the healed state, the pattern for wholeness. What is left is the [tag]paradox[/tag]: To bring to individuation that which is born in unity.

To manifest the gift of wholeness-in-separation is or can be a true labor of Sisyphus; this is true of healers as well as those who would be healed. As intimated above, we are torn and broken things the moment we manifest in this vale of tears, “separate” from the bliss of union. It seems we carry some intuition of this throughout our unconscious lives, seeking once again for unity amidst scattering, for wholeness. We can achieve temporary bliss states, moments of wholeness in mind, body, spirit only to see them pass away as all things must. We surrender again to that deep intuition of our own incompleteness, sometimes with self-destructive glee. We smoke, drink, and eat to excess. We take substances into our bodies that toxify and deaden them. We are ever unmindful to our surroundings thereby injuring ourselves, sometimes seriously, most of the time not so much.

All this and more we do, ignoring the quiet voices that cause us to question our actions, our motives. Then one day we hear the voices and take the long road back, seeking wholeness once more. We yearn for it the way flowers yearn for the sun; we intuit once again that this is the truth of our nature, the way things were in a beforetime so long ago the memories of it are only vague premonitions felt in dreams…

…and so the healer goes back to that wholeness, that stillness, that peace in unity, puzzling out the paradox which causes it to individuate for however brief a time. She pauses for a timeless moment in that space, waiting for the energies/information/structures to manifest, waiting to be shown how first to implicate them, then replicate them, that Sisyphean labor that is impossible for any human to complete alone. We are torn and broken things the moment we manifest in this vale of tears, a vale created by and for us, which cannot be undone by any one of us.

For a moment, the giant boulder will balance delicately atop the hill and we’ll celebrate the healing.

For a moment only, wholeness, while the vale waits patiently below.

These are the old ways, mysteries that reveal and conceal truth, only understood when understanding is no longer sought.

[tags]magic, meditation, spiritual, insight, contemplative arts[/tags]