Lest we not forget

And breathe. To me calmness has returned and a while heap of clarity has flooded in. I’m sure I’m not alone. I did feel now that the last few months of turmoil is coming to an end, like the butterfly is readying itself to come out of the cocoon and a new chapter begins.

For me personally a huge chapter has recently ended. The Family Yoga Book is hours away from finally being published after 4 years of hard work. My latest book From Darkness Comes Light is in its final edit stage and that’s been 3 years of inner processing and hard blinking work at times. There’s been a grieving that comes with letting go of all this and of settling into an unknown and empty space of nothingness and not knowing what’s next, of great confusion and chaos, as is often the case between one way of being and another.

But since the eclipse the clarity has come in and some of the signs that have been around the last few months especially, but probably the last year really, are beginning to make more sense. I can see the possibility of a new chapter that didn’t seem like a possibility, not even a pipe dream, just a thought that would come and go, but now it’s becoming more of a reality, more of something that might indeed shape the next chapter and take my life into another direction that I hadn’t previously foreseen.

But this is the nature of Reiki certainly. I heard myself talking a bout it in then attunement session last Sunday, how when we get attuned we never know which direction our life will take, because Reiki opens us up to other parts of ourself that were previously hidden, that we may have had a little inkling, but never took seriously. or thought it as a possibility. That happened to me when I discovered Reiki, or at leats not long afterwards, I write about it in Namaste, how life changed and I found this while new chapter opening up as I sold my house, left my job, went off travelling to immerse myself in yoga and focus on writing. and hoped that one day I might meet my life partner and have children.

Now here I am, 18 years on from that time and life looks incredibly different. I managed to create the life I could only dream about then, the children, the life partner, writing books, and I ended up teaching yoga and Reiki too, which I never imagined back then. Was it destiny or did I use my will to create it? Who knows. All I know, is that I felt it in my heart,.

I have been feeling my heart a lot these last few months. My friend dying opened my heart in ways never previously experienced, it felt like it cracked open and I could feel enormous pain I hadn’t processed, from this lifetime and others perhaps. It’s been a tough time, trying to make sense of it all. My heart is still carrying a deep wounding and I feel it in some of my clients too. It’s an old wounding, many lifetimes ago now, a collective wounding, about separation and discrimination.

We were watching a documentary on Stonehenge last night and Ewan said something about the division starting when we began to divide and own land, when we tried to make it something that could be owned, rather than appreciating it as the gift it is for all to enjoy and live in harmony with nature and the land in its wholeness and us in our wholeness as humanity too. It struck me how much this theme continues to play out, the collective wounding and pattern around discrimination and separation and how Covid has come in, like the Second World War did too, as a wounded pattern, highlighting to us this discrimination and giving us as a humanity the opportunity to heal it.

Maybe we did heal it or attempt to post war, look at the hippie movement of the 60s and the emphasis on love and peace. But then was not the time, the energy was not strong enough and we descended into darkness again, this relentless need to control nature and move further away from her, to reap her resources to feed our need for greed and power. We really have fallen as a humanity. Maybe Covid has come in to highlight this to us, and of course it plays into our wounded patterning around separation and discrimination and highlights once more our move away from nature (trying to control it, even a virus!) and our own nature too (pop another booster in and hope for the best).

if we can adopt the premise of verse 33 of chapter 2 of Patanjali’s Yoga Sutras then maybe we cultivate a different perspective. See Covid not as an enemy to eradicate, and in the process buy into more separation and discrimination, the us and them approach that our history as a humanity is awash with examples of, but as an opportunity truly heal this collective wounding. To come into the heart! Soften the heart to everyone and everything. Appreciate our diversity and our free will, to make decisions for ourselves, freely. This is the gift of being human, we have free will. To take that away from each of us? I don’t know that it can ever be taken away.

This gives me hope. but only if we can keep coming back to the heart and awakening and remembering. Some of us remember. We feel the wounding deep in the heart. Of how life was once lived on planet earth, of the vibration and the magic and the mystery. Of the sheer joy of being alive in this magnificent mystical environment. But the mystical was driven away, the vibration changed, it became heavier and a lot of the ethereal beings could not survive, or chose to hide away. We lost our way. We stopped leaning into nature and pulled away from its and we pulled away from our own nature too, lost sight of the bigger picture, of the purpose, which is simply to BE our true, authentic Self with a purposeful capital S.

There are pockets of vibration on the land. We’re drawn to certain places for a reason. Sark draws me because it isn’t so tainted with the heavier vibration of modern life with cars and buses and all sorts of vehicles, of the tarmac and the degradation of nature that modern life with its ownership, division and human desire and pleasure demands. It is difficult to imagine a landscape that wasn't sculpted by human hands, of nature, even on Sark, before land division and hedging and fencing. We are so conditioned to it, to seeing the land as it is, that we can scarcely imagine that it could be and has been so different.

So we’re still in the heart. We still have lessons to learn. This is one of forgiveness and compassion. Or trying to see all different perspectives and appreciating everyone’s free will and choices made for them individually. There’s also an orientation towards children. They’ve been neglected by our response to Covid and it’s time they were given their voice back again. They’re our next generation. Lest we not forget.

That’s the mantra that keeps playing out in my head, I saw it on my visit to Stanton Drew, at the side of the road and while it was in reference to remembrance day and there were images of poppies, I did think it rather appropriate in reference to the ancient stones too as these carry an ancient vibration - lest we forget. You can’t forget when you touch those stones, and that’s probably why so many of us are increasingly drawn to them these days, because they help us to feel into an ancient energy that resonates with a very deep part of us, from ancient times and previous lives, lest we not forget how the planet once was, of its magical lighter vibration, of ethereal beings, unicorns, mermaids and faeries, there’s a reason we seek them out now as children, we remember on some level…and then we become adults and our left brain logic cultivated so wonderfully by our education system blocks us to it.

Let us remember then, the reason people have fought and lost their lives in the past for the next generation, for the children. Where did we lose our way on even this? How is it that children now need to make the sacrifices for the older generation. It’s all gone back to front somehow. We’ve stopped caring about the world we’re creating and are trying to hold on tightly to the old one that actually wants to change. It makes no sense. But then nothing about our response to Covid makes any sense, not really, not when you approach it from the heart rather than fear. Heart.

I have hope and I have love. I’m hopeful that love will show us the way and that our hearts will guide us there if we can listen and hear them. Keep practising yoga and Reiki because I know with out doubt that these ancient practices lead us there, back to the heart. The heart will heal itself if we allow it and in allowing it, we (being the micro of the macro) will heal the heart of the world too. We need to do this for our children and for the future generations to come, for their hearts to thrive on planet earth and for planet earth to thrive too.

Love Emma x