SPIRITUAL
TIMES in PAIN
with Cari Alter
415-488-4708
When
I first began my spiritual journey in earnest, I had a vision in which my heart
looked just like the shriveled, wizened face of an “apple doll,” all gnarled
and homely. It was imprisoned by my bronchioles, the very small branches of the
bronchial tubes, which wrapped it so tightly as to strangle it, its branches
deeply embedded like roots beneath the surface, squeezing and sucking it into a
dry numbness.
When
I would sit to meditate, I would pray for my heart to expand and grow. I
visualized prying the roots out of my heart to free it. And I asked to feel. I
said, “I’m ready to feel now,” to the Universe. I said, “I’m willing to feel
the pain of life in order to open also to the joy.”
I
fed energy into my heart chakra every night when I went to bed and every
morning before I got up, asking for it to open. I walked around with my
shoulders back and my chest high, saying, “Come on Universe, sock it to me...I
can take it...I won’t bury the pain deep in my body anymore.” But I didn’t
really understand at that point what I was asking for or what I would do with
that pain should it come.
So,
mercifully, it was not for an entire year that I finally got to experience some
excruciating pain. A choice I had made in a relationship, willingly, turned out
to be so very painful...I’d had no idea it would be. I twisted this way and
that way, physically feeling the proverbial knife in my heart. I did not attach
myself to it by wallowing in it, feeling sorry for myself as a cover-up
feeling. I did not over-analyze it, which would have put me in the story in my
head instead of the feeling in my heart. I did not become a victim. I did not
make myself or anyone else wrong over it, to harden my heart. Nor did I withdraw, deny it, or distract
myself by doing things to make me “feel better”, pulling my consciousness from
it, allowing it to seep into my tissues for storage and later traumatic
retrieval. I found I had to be vigilant every moment to avoid these pitfalls.
Instead,
for probably the first time in my life, I stayed with the pain and simply felt
it, with no judgment or wanting it to go. Oh, it hurt; it hurt. Not knowing
what else to do, how to ease the ache and still be present with it, I
desperately asked Spirit to come be with me in the darkness of it all. I took a
picture with which I have a special spiritual connection, and pressed it to my
heart. I could actually feel Spirit coming in, and, much to my surprise, the
sharpness of my torment immediately began to subside. I could sense the space
between the molecules expanding to fill the space left by departing pain.
At
long last, I fell asleep just like that, holding the picture to my heart. When
I awoke, I was still clutching that picture at my heart. The pain was 80% gone
and quite bearable. I was ecstatic. I was exhilarated. I found myself actually
delighting in the whole process.
For
many years I had pondered the nature of emotional pain. Tracing the neural
pathways, I could easily see why physical pain hurt, but what made emotional
pain so devastating? Now I finally saw; it was not the pain at all that was the
issue...it was the fear of the pain that made all the problems. In my fear of
the pain, I had been pulling my energy away from my chakras, which effectively
slowed their flow to a trickle, keeping the pain at an easily ignored level. It
was this ostensibly protective process itself that hurt so much. In slowing the
flow of a chakra to keep out the pain, I was inadvertently shutting out Spirit,
too. This not only suffocated my supply of life force, it also increased the
agony of the illusion of separation from Spirit. No wonder asking Spirit to
come into the pain had worked. It was the reverse of this process.
I
also began to see a strange association between the trauma of each painful
episode and the entire chakra energy system. As it unfolded before me, I saw
the chakra system looking like a series of coke bottles, all neatly lined up,
all with progressively different amounts of water in them. Just as those
bottles could play a tune like a xylophone, the chakras, with their differing
densities of stagnation left behind by withdrawing energies, also played a
rhapsody of trauma. Any new arrangement of stagnant energies similar to that from
a past trauma would resonate and meld with that past trauma’s melody, producing
the effect we refer to as “plugged in.”
As
a result of my new understanding of the mechanics of emotional pain, my
relationship with pain has changed dramatically. Instead of dreading pain and
arranging my life to avoid it, I now look upon pain as a spiritual challenge.
From within the depths of my knee-jerk withdrawing from the white-hot pain of
life itself, I find myself coming forward and actually welcoming that emotional
pain as much as joy. I wonder at the seeming impossibility of that statement.
Yet, it has become just one more opportunity to work on staying present and
bringing Spirit into my body, with the accompanying ecstasy.
Cari Alter is a Spiritual Counselor, a Healing Intuitive for health and personal issues, a gifted Channel specializing in the soul’s journey, and a certified practitioner of Hands-on Healing, Reiki Master, DNA Activation, and Master M.A. Breatherapy with a private practice, weekly meditation group and transformative workshops in Novato, California. She is the author of a tape album, “Breaking the Myths of Reality”, has lectured at the Whole Life Expo, the Institute of Noetic Sciences local chapter, and adult ed. classes. 415-488-4708
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