Wednesday, May 29, 2013

My Story with Shiva

On my first Rebirthing session with Corine Pearce, I saw a yogi, in a crossed legged pose, with long wooden brown beads necklace and an updo hair as if a bundle of hair sitting on his crown chakra. He was midair, observing me. Something later on, happened and he showed great sense of humor. Corine referred to him upon my description as Babaji. I never knew who is Babaji at that time. He even gave me a sign to summon him up when I wish to contact him: putting the tip of my thumb on the tip of my index (Gyan mudra- of which I knew nothing then). I went home, google-d Babaji photo and was disappointed to know that it was not him, the one I saw. Few weeks later, while surfing the net, I was about to have a heart attack when I saw him, his picture, the one I really saw in my session with all the details: Shiva! When I contacted Corine to tell her about my finding, she clarified that Babaji is the physical manifestation of Shiva. Yet the one I saw, was Shiva.

Time passed by and I started meditating daily. First, I saw that there was an umbilical cord stretching between me and Shiva. Next, I saw myself shrinking, getting into the umbilical cord, swimming to reach and enter Shiva. Meditation upon meditation, I saw myself within Shiva, getting larger and larger, becoming Shiva and the original Shiva shrinking to the point of fitting into my third eye (from the inside), remaining there, looking and smiling at me and I at him with a certain soul to soul old connection.

As my interest grew about Shiva, I stumbled on Kashmir Shaivism  and the mantra "Shivo Hum": it encapsulates my entire experience. As simple as that: Shivo Hum.

Sunday, May 26, 2013

Colors of my day: 26 May

Activating the inner Sun

Vibrancy & Fluidity of Light

Burning away what was to welcome what is : Sacred Potentials

Tuesday, May 14, 2013

"Muhheddine" and his Arabella

Playing on my grand father's radio
His shadow and cardamon coffee fumes
Muted orchestra . . . Bass button

Placed on top, an angel activates Presence
Solo, I reach for my singing bowl