I know the Night of the Teardrop is still celebrated, in revised form, in some countries, and I know the words of the scorpions are gifts. They are keys to deeper wisdom in the mysteries of the Egyptian Goddess Isis. But for this morning, I'm not interested in following the research with my left brain.
I look outside at the silvery morning rain and I think of the deep cleansing that water provides.
An old Roman Era papayrus celebrates the rains and the flooding of the Ancient Egyptian Nile with these words: The water has come. Hail to the streams at the rising of the freshet of Isis." A freshet is a flood that comes from either heavy rains, or the natural thawing of ice in spring. Where the water flows, old poisons are washed away and the land is made fertile for new life.
In Ancient Egypt, the Inundation was one of the hallmarks of the New Year, bringing a new season of planting, harvest, and possibility. 'We are in an Inundation,' I think to myself. Astrologically we're moving through a series of solar flares, planetary retrogrades and squares that all support an energetic flooding, revisiting and clearing of our inner landscapes.
Just minutes ago, outside, I ran into someone I haven't seen in a while. Another healing practitioner, he speaks the way a reverend or other deeply spiritual person often does: "How are things unfolding for you? . . . Ah, yes, this is indeed a time where what we do not need is being shown to us so that we can make peace, let go, or transform. . . What blessings are you noticing?"
"I am noticing that everything I have ever asked for, I have received," I confess. "I am noticing that I'm fortunate, but also impatient. I like things now. I like things yesterday. Tomorrow feels like it can't come fast enough, but when it does I'm not ready because I have been too busy clamouring rather than creating and taking care of business in the now. I am learning to just be in the present, and to welcome the gifts of the moment, and to remember that my future is lovingly cared for."
Behind him garbage cans overflow with trash waiting to be swept away. The morning is quiet, waiting too. I turn to go and notice that a commercial water pump has broken and is flooding the street with water. Business inhabitants seemed unconcerned.
Inundation. Flooding. I love being inundated with fortune. I love being flooded with the deep awareness of the beauty of my life, but sometimes that flood loosens old poisons and fears. Sometimes the flood clears strains of old anguish, grief, or madness, leeching these songs from my blood like floodwaters clearing veins of mercury in verdant sleeping mountains. I am sensitive this morning, aware of old stories that no longer have power over me, and noticing new ones that do.
I sit before my altar. I spend a few hours in prayer. Chanting, breathing, reading lines from buddhist sutras, I notice parts of my body that are tight. They resist change. Twice I cry as the relentless rhythm of the mantras open up my heart. Small epiphanies precede my tears, and I feel renewed once I've wiped the water away and moved deeper into the center of my being. This is why I love meditation.
For me this is the first day of the year. Again. Haha. Not only is this the Chinese New Year, but like a true Ancient Egyptian, I see the New Year in every moment, as each moment transforms potential in new realities (called Zep Tepi).
My mind wants all things at once, and I breathe, learning to lovingly hold my center so I can move forward with clarity.
Questions to meditate/journal on: How do we welcome an Inundation without judging it as good or bad? How do we celebrate 'now?'
blessings,
Dailey
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© 2014 Dailey Little. Art: Scorpions and Magic by Fleurine CC license. Be Present © Dailey Little. You are welcome to reproduce this article provided you do so in its entirety. Dailey Little is a Reiki Master and active practitioner. She teaches Reiki & other fun stuff through her private practice in Santa Rosa, CA. Join her joyful community for ReikiShares, Free Clinics, and eco-activism by signing up at her website, www.SantaRosaReiki.com
