Self Mastery - A Spiritual Story
Ooh… this is a favorite topic of mine, and one I am always ready to do more, learn more, be more on my own self-mastery journey of discovery. One of our greatest errors is in considering we are “there” or have arrived at some point of knowingness. It’s not even possible to fully arrive, while in a human body, which has it’s own natural limitations.
Some of my best experiences were shared with others along this pathway of self-mastery. When I describe this to myself with guides nodding in agreement, it’s that I’m an unfinished symphony, and an unfinished masterpiece of brilliant art. The best part during this lifetime, is to enjoy each brush stroke of understanding and learning we can add to our canvas of life, and not take too much time to worry about adding brush strokes to anyone else’s canvas, unless they ask, and you have something to offer.
When we have unified experiences, there’s something really sacred and holy about that. I remember while staying at the Ashram in Virginia, getting dressed all in white for their kirtan evening of prayer, chanting and love, in the chapel of the center there. As I was scooped up with the girls in our building, who had all become quite close in the first week of our month’s commitment of being at the Ashram, we stepped into the chapel. There was a spiritual trio, sat on yoga cushions, covered in gorgeous golds, silvers and colorful silks, dressed in white, with smiles of love on their faces, nodding at each and every individual as they walked in. My heart lurched at such honoring recognition, and immediately tears sprang to the backs of my eyes. Simply walking into the space had already deeply moved me. I sat with my girls, near to the front, and the trio explained that they would sing, and we would all sing back to them.
The music began and it built. The energy built and built. There was a heartbeat in that room. I could feel it, and so could everyone else. I saw a man silently weeping with his hand on his heart and eyes closed. I decided to mirror that freedom of allowing the beautiful music deeply in, singing and chanting, listening and repeating, with eyes closed and heart fully open. Wow!!!
Weeping began and I simply allowed the master within me to feel and live in the fullness of that expression. I wasn’t sad. I wasn’t releasing grief. I was in love. I was in the moment. I was so grateful. The gratitude was so outrageous, I couldn’t hold it in me, it had to escape, and tears came. Thank goodness it wasn’t laughter that day.
I must admit, I had a very different experience, on another somber occasion, when we placed cow dung on our forehead, as part of the custom of ritual, in a ceremony, where we sat and simply listened to chanting and prayer, and didn’t join in. I began to get the giggles. It was so not at all appropriate. I rushed out and walked as far as I could and then let all that laughter out. It was such joy. It was really loud, belly laughing, rib aching laughter.
I’d gone quite far, but a few people at the back of the room could still hear me. They thought something had come up for me and I was struggling with it. Quite a few of them came to me, asking if I was alright. I could barely answer them, because the laughter was still very much present. I cannot tell you why or what I was laughing at. I will tell you it felt so good to allow it.
Self-mastery rocks!!!!
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