This week, the Universe blessed me with a magical mountain adventure.
Halloween is a day known for the spirits getting in touch with the living. As the living, we decided to spend the day getting in touch with our spirits.
My day began bright and early with sunrise yoga and sun salutations. By 8 am I had Gudakesha (aka Brandon) outside my front door in his green Subaru, ready for an adventure. We picked up Joe who is visiting from LA and made our way North. We passed Fort Collins and nearly made it to Whyoming...We arrived at the Shambhala Mountain Center and immediately felt the immense energy of these sacred grounds.
I felt so honored to spend the day with such enlightened, forward thinkers like Joe and Brandon. They are both socially progressive, health conscious vegans who's spirits shine brightly. On the way to the mountains we all picked Native American Spirit Guides from my deck of Medicine Cards. I drew the Hawk, Joe the Eagle and Brandon the Bat. We all felt like we had wings that day.
We all had to strike a pose in our favorite Asana because the yogic inspiration paired with the lovely landscape was far too much to ignore. However, when I was first gearing up for this adventure- I was really excited to create a full blown photoshoot and create a documentary but upon being in this deeply spiritual environment, I was overtaken by the present moment. Bliss was found in each moment of existence and no documentation would truly do it justice.
Upon walking the stairs to the Temple...I felt compelled to walk to the back and meditate. The cold wind was whipping through my hair and thin fabric but the beating of my heart became the fire that kept me warm. I could hear Gudakesha's foot steps as he walked around the temple in prayer. His words sounded like the lines to a poem I have yet know how much I love...when I opened my eyes I saw Brandon and Joe on a bench quietly talking to each other. We made our way into the Temple and my heart was immediately overwhelmed with the feeling of the Universe in ecstatic motion.
I walked to the center of the Temple. Sat in a place not meant to be a seat and peered up at Buddha. It was so much...it was too much. I felt humbled, honored, as if I was everything and as if I was nothing all at once. Tears filled my eyes and felt soft as they rolled down my cheeks during meditation. I said to myself "I understand, and I surrender this sense of self to the cosmos. For I am a mirror and an eye of the Universe itself." I decided to lay down on my back with my legs still in Lotus. I cried. I heaved. I felt dark energy leaving my body and my God...it hurt coming out. But once it was gone I felt a sense of lightness that I haven't felt since....I don't think I've ever felt such a way. Upon leaving the Temple, Brandon asked "Are you okay?" & in that moment I realized I had just spent the past half hour or so on the ground, bawling my eyes out. "What? Oh! Yeah...none of those were sad tears." I didn't really have any other way to explain it other than to attempt to say what it's like to be a cosmic empath...to feel the spiritual energy of the collective all at once.
After spending the morning at the Shambhala Mountain Center, we made our way into the city of Fort Collins for a much needed lunch. The first 4 places we tried were either closed or closing...the 5th place was worth the wait! We ended up at Tasty Harmony for oolong tea, vegan hot chocolate and some amazing food! I got the "yogi bowl" and ate pretty much the whole thing- it was the best meal I've had in a while and certainly hit the spot!
On our drive back home we talked about everything from our spiritual beliefs to politics to whether or not the moon landing was faked. (Seriously...go look up the video of the landing, its not convincing at all and not enough people are talking about it.) I really enjoyed the conversation that was all over the place in topics but was always rooted in expanding ones perception.
That night, I was exhausted from having so much fun but also from the spiritual energy I experienced. In my dreams I was right back at the Temple. On my back, crying and heaving just as I had been earlier that day...except this time as I heaved I could see black energy shooting out of my body...as if it was being pushed out. I felt as if I was being cleansed of a dark energy that had been attached to me for far too long. The spiritual presence of sheer love and light became too much for the darkness and it was forced out of my being. This gave me the sense of being a new born babe. As if nothing up until now really mattered....all that happens is to create what is. And what it is...is art...is it not?
Most of the experience honestly can not be captured in words or photos but even a glimpse into the light of the sun can be eternally beautiful. As always, peace, love, namaste my cosmic tribe! So much gratitude !