by Marti Johnston (Nov./Dec. 2012)
is my Witness? God(dess) is my Witness. The Higher Self, True Self,
Isvara seated in my heart. Witnessing this experience in the human
body, as a lab experiment, I am so curious. With an artist's eye
for texture, line, rhythm, feeling the body, unraveling her
mysteries: the mysteries of this particular form, the mysteries of
the universe. My whole story told in this body: Dancing Bhaktini
witness is the Curious One. Like a scientist poking around the
question,"What happens when I try this?" Being interested in what
might be revealed, what might occur in the physical or emotional
experience or spiritual realms. How is prana moving, life force
waking up? Not just the breath in and out, prana and apana, but vyana
prana circulating in the nadis of the sheaths, the cells of this form
that make muscles, and tissue, bones and fascia remember.
Concentrating on sensation the mysteries begin to unfold.
Discriminative wisdom is helping me to see, to differentiate my
thoughts from the rest of the bliss.
storehouses of information, our bodies, hold all imprints of this
life, the bumps and bruises, misinformation, patterns of our parents,
blood patterns of ancestors: latent impressions, samskaras. Our
bodies in their layers and sheaths hold the emotions, the heart, the
mind, our soul. Refining our vision to the vast inner horizon of our
being, of our pranic force, it is possible to consciously move into
the cellular level to re-program our DNA. That is science.
is the process of uncovering and shining the light of compassion and
non-judgment into these imprints and layers, to heal, becoming Whole,
Holy, One—of making the unconscious Conscious.
an artist, showing up with materials in hand, my Witness observes the
unfolding of a creation in this moment, and this moment and this
the path to liberation, to kaivalaya, to moksha it's critical to
learn to See, to become a Seer Witness of our own experience. And as
we begin to know our own experience and begin to experience the
divine as the SEER, it starts getting juicy. This is where the
mysteries unveil, where the mystic crosses the threshold. And as we
begin to see our own self more clearly, perhaps our vision clears and
we see each other with more kindness, compassion and wonder, the
lenses of our perceptions cleansed.
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