The East class of the medicine wheel is the end of the wheel and the beginning.
My east class coincided with the end of the Mayan calendar, a Great Death; I love serendipity. It was a great end, but it was also the beginning of my path of Shamanhood, a great rebirth; the wheel continues.
The East is all about endings, and beginnings, death and rebirth, transcendence.
All the work I had done was in preparation to that moment, the death of Me, the death of ‘I’, the rebirth of who I was becoming.
It’s funny to look back at your journey, to who you were, I am not the same person I was when I started my healing journey.
I know with great integrity that my internal world reflects the external world.
The quality of my heart beat reflects in my own Be’ing-ness, it also ripples out into the world around me; as I change, the universe changes with me.
All is, and Is not.
On this part of the journey I became joined to the Kurakacullak, the Earth-keepers, the angels and ascended masters, becoming guardian of the earth, holder of sacred space.
I also became aligned to the lineage of the Mosoq, the Star-keepers, those who mulch the wisdom and light of the stars and feed it back to their communities.
I received my final kuya stones, my mesa became full, complete, and yet still only at the beginning.
The east, place of the rising sun, the direction some of us will go when we are ready to leave this place.
I spent some time in the upper worlds, it’s like the Bardo plains of Buddhism. I visited the stone world, a place of stone-cold darkness, a place before the coming of the light. I glimpsed this world when the only light from lightning flashed across the skies, lost souls walked this place.
I found solace in the green lights of the plant kingdom, finally, the warmth of the sun shone down. The plants were so full of peace and light and gentleness, they caressed my skin.
The land of the animals, all the creatures that ever were, are in the place, totems, spirit guides, familiars, animals long lost in the mists of time and creatures yet to be incarnated in the plane.
The Ancestral realm is beautiful, our soul groups, our soul village, our loved ones are all here. The whales and orca live here too, who’s souls have individuated. Wise old beings.
Further still we meet with Pachakuti, a being of great light. Higher still we fly to the crystal gardens, the rainbow fields, the cities of gold, here we meet the children of our future, and our celestial parents who birthed our souls into being.
I got to experience what it’s like to sit with someone whilst they are dying, its beautiful.
It’s a real genuine privilege to be at the threshold of life and death, to be the soul midwife as you oversea the birth of a soul back to source.
I also got to experience what it’s like to leave this place, to say goodbye to those you love, and recapitulate your life, telling your story, and then fly home.
I couldn’t go though, I didn’t experience the flight, many others did, I didn’t, I had unfinished business, things I hadn’t said, promises I couldn’t keep, things I hadn’t done (little did I know this very transition led me onto another healing journey straight after I got back from the east class, as I said, the journey continues…) It wasn’t the way I wanted to go.
I know how I want to go now, and I know what I must do to enable me to do this, I learnt a very important lesson that day; while we are here in our bodies, say what you mean to say, finish unfinished business, keep your promises or un-promise them, do what you came here to do, tell your loved ones that you love them, forgive, accept, thank, otherwise you will not be able to fly home when the time comes, you will have a bumpy ride, and that is not something anyone would want.
Death is such a taboo subject, whenever I have spoken about it to anyone, about the east work, I experience similar reaction; nervous fidgeting, strange screwed up faces, ‘deathly’ silence, subject change, awkwardness, yet if I mention a birth of a child everyone is animated, smiles and rosy cheeks all around, so many questions, so many squeals of joy. I know death brings up our most basic and primordial fear, and brings in its wake a tsunami of grief, but, death is the birth back to source, it Is just as beautiful, I promise you.
The soul becomes like an innocent child again, a child of light, and is brought back into the arms of loved ones the same way it came into this world, full of love and joy and squeals of happiness.
Yet we cannot talk about it, kids are hidden from it, the elderly or infirm sit silently while others creep around on egg shells ‘Don’t say the D word, Ssshhhh.’ I have seen great beauty and joy in death.
Personally, I have seen death, I have walked with death, I have looked at death in the face. I was resuscitated twice, and yet lived, I even carried it for almost two decades, it wasn’t horrifying or traumatic, it just was, an experience, like any other.
Honouring the deaths in our own lives is important too, the end of a relationship, the end of a career, the end of an experience, and all of them teach us how to die when the time comes for us to truly leave, with our eyes closed and our hearts open, flying home to be in the arms of our Mother once more...
So now I take a deep breath and say a prayer to the new experiences I have shared, the lessons I have learnt, both the sweet ones and the bitter. Gratitude is the lesson I have learnt from this, it is one of the most important and beneficial modes to be in. Be gracious, Be grateful, Be Gratitude, Be love, be the rEVOLution, Be the EVOLution, All is Love anyway.
Shamanism has been a passion and an inspiration for me for many years now.