Seeing Inside
January 29, 2010
I’m often asked how I came to be called a “spiritual intuitive”. My journey of growing my intuition has been years-long and meandering. Like a river passing through many lands, cultures and eras I have been blessed to share place and time with incredible mentors, leaders, healers, shamans, kahunas, elders and children. That said, one event in particular created a significant change in course.
You may notice that I recommend Brooks Greene-Barton and the Art of God program he teaches in North America and Europe. It was in my second year of the three year program that I had an especially transformative moment. The Art of God intensives are generally 4 days long and involve deep meditation that often leads to strong physical, emotional and energetic reconstruction. It was on the fourth day of one such four day intensive that my eyes changed and my clairaudience, clairvoyance and claircognizance opened fully.
Sitting in meditation led by Brooks, in a circle of about 15 people, we said the phrase, “What I Am as my body”. As usual, I felt my energy flow through me and activate all of my cells – “the surge”, as Hank Wesselman calls it. After 15 minutes or so I gently opened my eyes and slowly turned my head to the left. I looked at the woman sitting next to me, and my eyes began to tear up and flow. I was astonished at her beauty. While I had known her for a few years and was familiar with her external beauty, it was a few moments before I realized that the extraordinary beauty I was seeing included what was happening inside her! I could see into her body!
Small, bright, revolving balls of light, like little suns, were glowing inside her in alignment from her root to her crown. My mind reminded that these must be energy centers. Of course, like most people I had seen illustrations of the energy centers of the body, but I never imagined that I would actually see them. Each center was working independently of the other, each spinning though some faster than others. In my friend, all of her centers were vibrant and active. I watched as the flow of energy between her heart and solar plexus increased. Those centers grew brighter and brighter as she opened in her meditation. I had the thought, “I MUST remember this! What a gift! I may never get this opportunity again!” Quickly, I let that thought go and simply felt gratitude in my heart. The tears of joy continued to flow.
Now moving my gaze past my friend to the person sitting next to her, and next to him, and so on around the circle I realized that I could see inside everyone! Such joy I can hardly express! Again, I felt such gratitude and my mind thought, “Wow! Remember this! It may not come again!”. As quickly, I let go of that thought and simply felt profound gratitude in my heart and throughout my body. I closed my eyes as the tears continued to stream down my smiling face. When I opened them again, my vision had returned to what I used to call “normal”. In gratitude I thought, “What a gift! I am so grateful for this opportunity. If that is the only time I get to experience this, it is enough.”
My next thought was, “what if I could have that experience again?” I opened my eyes and again, the vibrant internal beauty of my fellow artists of God had returned. Again, I looked to the woman on my left and now as I saw her I heard in my mind that she was clearing trauma from her parents, specifically her mother, in relationship to what it meant to be born with a female body. She was graduating from that trauma and coming more fully into her own authority beyond the programming of gender she had inherited from her mom. I watched as her energy centers glowed brilliantly from her root to her heart and then the energy rose through to her crown and beyond. After the meditation, when we all had a chance to share of our experiences, she spoke of the healing she had just experienced with her mom – exactly what I had “heard”.
It was a year before I could publicly acknowledge what had happened. When I told Brooks he smiled and said, “You finally let go of needing your eyes to see the way you had been told they worked. Congratulations!” The gift has not gone away. Occasionally, the ability leaves me when I get into my ego or my mind, though that happens less now. When I experience a limitation to my perceptions I know it’s probably where I’ve stepped out of humility or grace, or have found another place to grow. I am joyfully blessed with the ability to see, hear, and have clear awareness of what is happening inside the experience of my fellow human beings, animals, trees, rocks, mountains. I’ve learned that I can do this without being in the same place as my client, and I now mostly work “remotely”. There seems to be no limit to what can be felt and sensed when I’m willing. If I can do this, anyone can. In fact, I am confident that what I am experiencing is an aspect of a larger natural wave of conscious human evolution.
Before my eyes changed I had been providing coaching and consulting. Now I offer a clearer mirror to those who seek assistance in being more of who they are. I am grateful beyond words.
Healer Activation – A New Work
January 8, 2009
Something my new friend Ashley Torres said to me in Sedona last week sent me in a humbling and powerful new direction. She said, “Sedona used to be a place where people came to be healed. Now it’s a place where healers come to be activated.”
Recalling these words as I sit in the inner sanctum of the temple of Mother Earth called Cathedral Rock, I feel the powerful presence of this place as my energy body brightens and lightens. Earlier in the morning I had climbed to this high and sacred spot. An arduous climb is initiation of a sort, a secret password if you will to the opportunity for those who would worship in the temple. I am alone here.
On my way up I passed others returning to lower elevations, some stopping, some resting, all smiling. One asks, “How are you?” “Great!” I reply, “and you?” “Great!” comes the response. “How can one not feel great here?”
In the quiet stillness conversations among hikers, mountain bikers and photographers punctuate the sense of calm excitement here. As I climb halfway up the sandstone formation, the light song of a Native American flute rises airily to my delighted ears. The musician far below brings the chattering people to reverent silence. I receive the musical offering happily sitting on the red stone perch, drinking in the beauty of life. Below and all around me red cliffs and formation form a panorama in every direction. The juniper and pinyon are ever present along with agave, prickly pear, sagebrush, desert grasses and dormant wildflowers. I am at peace.
Continuing on ever higher, the footpath I follow leads to a saddle where most who have made it this far have ended their journey. Only two people are here now; a couple taking in the view of Oak Creek and the Verde Valley below. A thinner, fainter trail leads onward along the cliff’s edge. The monolithic sandstone rises majestically to the heavens and I keep my hand on her cold rough presence as I make my way along. Steeply the trail rises to a black basalt, jagged dragon’s spine. I acknowledge the dragon and ask permission to climb along his back. Feeling agreement, onward I rise, the spire urges me forward.
Suddenly I am here. The cool sandstone platform on which I stand, and then sit, is a shelf between two mammoth pinnacles, feminine in feeling and capacity. Facing me in solitary magnificence, a single spire of sandstone; phallic, strong, full masculine authority.
The energy here is intense and awesome. I am humbled immediately and resist the urge to lay down and fall asleep. I am present. I am spirit and matter, light and density, powerful, humble and ecstatic. I begin my work…
Completing my activation here is another step on my journey…begun before I was born but anchored again and again as teachers, allies and sages have assisted me in remembering why I am here. I feel who I am as a healer deeply and see it reflected in the lives of my family and friends. Even now, I feel new shifts as my body reorganizes to accommodate my new orientation beyond my previous experience. Growth. Something new here. A new capacity to support others into coming into their healership fully. My breathing deepens as my mind expands with the recognition of this new mystery school graduation.
Smiling, grateful, knowing that I will return again with others, I begin my journey away from the temple and back to the full realm of life.
Much love,
Jack
