A pondering inspired from The Book of Awakenings, Mark Nepo who wrote “We tend to make the things in the way, the way”.
Maybe the way is a yellow arrow pointing the pilgrim in a direction.  Pointing his way to the WAY.  The way to where you might ask dear reader, is maybe the way to your WAY.  What is asked is, that you lay down the things that you tend to make the way, to step into the WAY.
To pilgrim is to pay attention, to listen, to flow.
Do you see that the world tends to make the things in the way, the way?
What do you stand for?
What do you walk for?
What do you let get in the way, of the way?
The light informs the darkness, step into the unknown light without burden of attachments.
Its maybe is to ask what my fellow pilgrim Becky asked each day on her pilgrimage; “What is my divine appointment today”?
Or maybe to ask how may I be a open anchored light in service?
This way of the divine feminine is a cup, a shell of containment that is held in your heart, so when you step into the WAY your heart overflows and joy seeps out creating light that surrounds your path opening up a river sparkling like the milky way shining through time. Touching all without speaking.
Pilgrim of peace, pilgrim of be-longing, pilgrim of divine flow, pilgrim of heart.
The WAY is out of the way. Exit out of your own way into the WAY, as a shell overflowing with wine pouring forth spilling over, drunk, red juice of the fermented grapes of the WAY plant.
If you dare, you will see the yellow arrow pointing you in the direction, you will take it.  Maybe seeing up head others who are your, divine appointments.
A wine font with a shell handle calls you forth to drink, communion with the sacred blood of the womb of the mother.  You stop take your backpack off, pull your cup off your pack and pull the lever. Wine pours on the on the cup filling up to overflowing soaking in the ground.  The snake is grateful for the ritual of the blood of the mother, is honored and the communion has be consummated. Now the blood, womb and pilgrim meet in the heart. Informed by this land of vineyards each bunch of grapes has the very shape of our lungs, breathing in the air, drinking up the dirt. Fire of the sun browning the skins.
Stop oh pilgrim, the grape harvest is surrounding you, the way slows you, shows you, it is time to celebrate. The village is in the field, they are clipping the lungs from the vine and the sweetness clings on the air as sticky bowed bright light.  
You are the WAY and you are on your WAY -pilgrim trust- your be-longing.  Trust that the village is awakening and there is nothing in your way to receiving that blood of the lungs of the mother. Just hold out your empty cup, hold out your open heart, put on your backpack and walk.

To be bound is to feel into the space of self and to be lost in the small self.  How many times I have found myself bound, bound by belief system that  have come through my linage? Can you feel that place of bound and feel into the feeling of deep despair?  Stuck un-holy connected to nothing.  As a snake eats its tail going around and round panic strikes. The way into un-bound is to step into the contraction.  To walk toward panic embracing the void of nothing.  To feed the stalker its self is the way into expansion of the  un-bound.

Where are the places inside yourself that are calling for un-bound LOVE?  These bound places are the most vast when you embrace the fear.  

Sitting curled in a ball sobbing at the Tennessee River rest area.  Bound in panic with no way in and no way out. How to do you exit the rest area when you find yourself not trusting yourself to drive? Sobbing and alone as I wait for my daughter to arrive, no way out from my patterns of behaving.  To sit open vulnerable while the world watches and sees. Yet there is no way in or out only surrender to the breakthrough.

No bridges. no driving. no confined spaces. no commitments. no crowds.  

The way to the freedom beyond panic is to go toward the places of binding.

12 years later I find myself in ceremony in the jungle of Peru choosing to
ingest the death vine.  Choosing to embrace the bound in enter a place of union with un-bound. To choose to ingest and surrender into the experience of death itself.  

I see myself watching the one who always has watched, watching me. Then a merging as a clay baby in the mud. Next surrender to being eaten by the snake mother asking me to un-bind to the physical body, yes I say into the void, to again go deeper....Poof.... released from the snakes mothers mouth and spit and split apart as a fractured multitude of gold pyramids emerging into the un-bound. A multitude of light, into nothing and then deeper.  To embrace the bound is the way to the light, your true essence. To struggle and wiggle and fight is the world. Stay focused as my sisters around me release and gasp.  Focus on the space of bound of that feeling of trapped, it is the way in to un-bind your truth.  
You have been given a gift, the gift will be transmuted as you go toward bound.
The world is about to shift form from expansive to still point and then contraction.  You are a cell in the world the germination of your experience is to be of service using your knowledge and wisdom of the trail of tears winding into the bound that lead you to understand you true self un-bound LIGHT.

Inspired by the image Bound by Claire Martin
Lori Henderson
October 11, 2016

Sitting at the base of the crystal pyramid awaiting the noon day center point of access into the LIGHT.  I see myself as a physical body, dense, hard on the ground, sitting still, eyes closed, palms open, legs crossed on the edge of a path of a busy intersection.  All languages drift into my ears, echoing across the plaza.  Today is the day the Inka returns to feed on light.  I go into a still point within the activity, a place beyond time, for it is my calling to activate and awaken the pyramid of LIGHT.  We sit 13 of us each in position around the square, we have sat here, on this one day, May 15th for 7 years now.  Today I see the cap stone on the peak of the pyramid with the keeper of the light activating the codes, the very strands of mass, awakening and anchoring the earth to its LIGHT.

It is very hot sitting in meditation from dawn to noon, many things try to bring me off my center and yet I hold the light, screwed into the path like a double cork screw, one spiral anchored down into the mother earth the other spiraling up into the rays of LIGHT.

7 years, one day, one sacred ceremony, gifted to western women, a ceremony not performed by any women for over 500 years and never by white western women.  For 7 years the journey back to Machu Picchu to the place that holds the light of the earth.

I know when the Inka reaches the top, I sense it with all my five physical senses and using other avenues of sensing as well.  He stands on top, sword in hand, feather headdress, rotating 360 degrees as he sees, eats and feeds on LIGHT.  One moment, one second in timelessness the Inka rushes toward me and enters into my forehead.  I shake, tears come, bliss, knowledge imparted as if lighting had struck me.  The food is like no other I had ever eaten.  DNA charged with the food of LIGHT.

Yesterday I was asked to track what is going on in our world today...........
 

I enter still-point and see an image of a circle with a line cutting through the center of the circle.


I am then told a that we are in a mythic story of creation, of all possibilities.  We are  entering into a new creation time where time will shift.  Humans will need to access the place where time stands still. To enter the center-point of creation of all possibilities.  The story unfolded showing people acting in their beliefs this had stopped them from entering still-point causing a wobble in the earths energy.  All need to still, to center, to go beyond personal story into collective stillness.  This is the way of an easy transition into the world of peace and universal prosperity we were born for.

Remembering what RUMI wrote “Climb as a sugarcane to sweetness
                                                      as water turns to vapor
                                                      as embryo lifts to discernment?

We are in the time of embryo, it is time to discern.  Find center-point, see the wobble of the world and choose the still-point.

The beauty of Sacred Stone Camp, Standing Rock North Dakota.  Put your hands  up for something you believe.  Water is LIFE, Water is SACRED.

The road of feelings, how goes your journey into darkness of self anger arising when one soul craves to feel joy? These feelings, emotions, all sacred, all equal, in the duality world. What to do with feelings of anger, hate from what feels deep within as untruths or alternative facts? How does one find a way to joy in the mind of the collective unconscious, unconscious to itself. As the poet William Blake writes, “nature is imagination itself”. If one is not connected or fails to see the interconnectedness to an internal and external nature, how does the collective unconsciousness of the human species wake up to its own imagination? Emotions these feelings that arise that I want to separate from do they make me a part of nature separated from itself?

Are you a person that is awake to feelings? Can you embrace even the most uncomfortable ones, express and in the expression find a way into the mystery of duality. Can I watch destruction of sacred elements of life being raped, hurt and have the strength to feel? Is feeling all – ways the way to joy and bliss,? When I march do I march in anger and fear or do I march and stand for love? So let this anger be loved let what I see as hate fear and greed be seen felt inside me so that I made love deeper.

I am reminded of a tiny blue pamphlet I was given the story of the peace Pilgrim a woman in her 50s who put down all attachment to things, no car, no suitcase, no house or home. She marched out of her comfort into the walk of the present moment to carry only what her pockets could carry. Giving the world the gift of her self, secure in the message of peace. Cared for in all ways for what she needed. Not needing or fearing what she needed, trusting to have all that in the moment.

As a world today is it a world of love or fear? If you focus on the politics of our time the answer feels fearful. If you focus on the "imagination of nature" it feels like love.

Is the time of love upon me? To love what arises as Matt Kahn would say. So when my feelings of anger for the hurting of the very nature within ourselves that could lie, injure, rape or pillage is seen and shown is now the time to act out of love, to be brave enough to feel what the world wants to separate from? To embrace the duality is to involve our collective to fight against nothing, no matter what or how horrific the feeling. Do you feel and love and choose love through the emotion of hate, anger and fear to walk towards the freedom of duality? I see the opening in the clouds a new light is shining, embrace the duality and choose to walk the new light, as light as a pilgrim.