Lorna Writes

  My "Past-Life Regression" Hypnosis Session I've told this story to a few people, but I've never written about it before. I'm going to try to do the whole thing justice. As I explain at the end, I don't know whether this was literally a past life that my soul has lived, or just a very vivid glimpse of being someone very different from my present self. Part of what made this experience so compelling to me, is that it was totally different from what I was expecting or hoping to find. Back in 2010, about 4 years into my "spiritual awakening" journey, and a couple years after my encounter with the tree in the 9th dimension, I was going through a phase where I was intrigued with the "divine feminine" and ancient "goddess" religions. The same woman, Aine, who had led the guided meditation for "opening the portals to the 9th dimension," (which in some incredible and mysterious way, had actually led to me having the most intens...

The glimpse I got of myself in the 9th dimension, as a bright white, upward-streaming, infinite column of indestructible, unconditional love, has been the single most life-impacting thing that has happened to me. But what on earth does it mean for me in this body in this world that I live in? The glimpse that I was allowed to feel, of who I am at my very core, did not suddenly come alive inside my body in a way that immediately changed who I am in these 3 dimensions and how I interact with people and the planet. I did not suddenly become like Jesus. I did not suddenly lose all the ways my body was holding patterns and nervous system memories and ways of reacting to things that happened to me. I still don't know whether, or how, I could ever actually live as a human in this world while being that vividly aware of myself as that infinite column of Love - Light. I felt in that moment that the tree (and every other tree) is always aware of itself as that, while still being aware of its...

Here is a gathering of my thoughts about shame. These thoughts have been gathering for a few months and I don't know whether they will come out coherently, but I'm going to just begin, and let them out however they show up. 1. Here's my memory of one story about how certain cultures in Africa deal with someone in their village who has done something wrong: it starts with what happens before a child is born. When a person becomes pregnant, an elder in the village will get in touch with the unborn child and discover what purpose the child is coming to fulfill, and along with that purpose, the unborn human will transmit their song that expresses their true nature, as a soul coming with a gift for the world. As the child grows up, whenever, (not "if", because mistakes are inevitable) a child does something that hurts others, the village gathers around the erring child and sings the song that the person came with, and this reminds the child of who they really are. In o...

I no longer remember who, among all the philosophers I studied at college while getting my degree in philosophy, had posited something along the lines that, in order for an action to be ethical, it must be something that, if everyone did it, the world would be a better place. But the idea stuck with me, as a valid definition of "ethical." "I am the center of the universe," on the other hand, does not sound like the basis for ethical actions. But, over the years of what I could call my "spiritual awakening," this is, in fact, a simple, boiled-down phrase that in some ways powerfully encapsulates my working ethical paradigm. This could take a lot of explaining, to connect the dots between the first and the second paragraphs. But they are, in fact, connected, given what I mean by "I am the center of the universe." Here are some of the towns along the road connecting these two seemingly foreign and opposing cities. The first is perhaps the most impor...

I've been thinking about how to write the next installment of this story for three weeks, and started writing opening paragraphs several times. Some words of Martín Prechtel are ringing in my head, about how, when the old traditionalist Mayans in his village got asked a seemingly simple and straight-forward question by a modern-minded person, like "How do I get to the market?" they would be met with a long and bewildering blizzard of eloquent beating-around-the-bush, which was meant, not to throw the visitor off the path to an answer, but to give the poor little orphan question a nest to grow up in. In other words, to put it efficiently, what is valuable is not efficiency and "getting what I want," but the intricate and delicious messiness of being related beautifully with everything. At least, that is the gist of what my poor civilized brain can remember of the pages of description he writes about this indigenous way of interacting with questions. A part of me...

What I write about in this post is how the final foundation stone of experience fell in place for the building of my worldview. It's a foundation stone that has put my relationships with humans into a whole different perspective than I had before; a perspective that is radically different from most of what I see around me, but one that I find immensely empowering. This foundation stone came along in 2009, but it took many more years after that to build the rest of the building that I gave a very brief description of in my first post about my worldview.             ------------------------- I'm going to set the stage for finding this foundation stone by taking up my chronological story where I left off. The last I wrote about where I was, I was staying with my 84-year-old dad, taking care of him at his home on the North Shore of Lake Superior. I spent August to October of 2008 living with him and bringing him back to somewhat normal health. But living with h...

Ugh, I've been trying to write a post for over a week, about becoming aware of Martín Prechtel and his books and teachings. It's been difficult because of just how much impact he has had on my life. No other author or teacher has influenced me as much as Martín, or given me such a complex and compelling view of the possibilities of being human. In some ways, it feels like my life ever since becoming aware of him, has been a tug-of-war between finding my own path in the world, and feeling inspired and magnetized and validated by the stories and worldview that he presents. So this is me starting over from the beginning, with a whole different post, trying to pare down all the things I could say, to just what I need to say at this point in my story, to introduce the first main ideas of his that impacted me.                 -------------------------- When Ed and I moved to Pine River in 2006, we were plunged into a community whose diverse people inspi...

So... I know I said my next post was going to be about Martin Prechtel... and I have started writing that one already. BUT. I just had an experience, these past two days, that perfectly demonstrates how "doing my emotions" works in real life, how powerful it is for making me feel better and my life flow better, and why I love it so much...SO, given that I just introduced the idea in my last post, I figure this is a good time to tell this story from my present day, 14 years after hearing about it from my friend Amy Sabrina. First I want to tell a short version of part of Amy's story. I still remember standing in her kitchen as we were making dinner together, and she was telling me how she responded when she got her cancer diagnosis... How she felt fear, but instead of letting it determine how she reacted, she let the fear play out in her body, and then she could make decisions from a place of greater clarity. In Amy's case, this led her to forego all the normal recomme...