In my previous posts, you could see that even when preparing, each energetic way in the wild remains unexpected.
Sometimes the unknown is to end up on a sacred site without knowing it, and to trigger an unconsciously activation.
This adventure is shorter than the previous ones.
But I have rarely known so powerful …
In the midst of a magnificent landscape.
During our vacation in Austrian, we decided to travel a groove.
From the start, we entered a dimension of deafening waters and rocks.
The show was amazing.
The cliffs, however, did not seem to crush us. It is as if they made us grow with them.
At no time do we feel like we are very small … even though we zigzag between giant’s feet!
Cliffs and wild waters…
Under the sun, the climb is difficult.
After a few kilometers, I feel out of strength.
In love with the bridges, each construction that comes in the way make me move forward.
I have no other desire on this day, than to flood with dripping waters on the rocks and wooden bridges riding this wild ice-colored torrent.
Just be present at the sensations … and they are intense!
After an hour of walking, the grooves tighten, the atmosphere refreshes and appears a tunnel.
I am the last of the group to enter it.
At the end, we through the rock.
The space is narrow and not very long to cross.
But as soon as I put my feet inside, I feel a big unexpected vibratory climb.
I am nailed on site!
As I am familiar with activations on sacred site, I know that I can stop it or it savor it! Smile. Breathe. Anchor.
By closing my eyes and becoming completely present to my sensations, a vision begins to impose itself.
I see myself in the belly of the goddess and I hear that this crossing will be an act of rebirth.
I feel a nearby life, which touches my shoulders with kindness.
A gift is offered to me and I accept with all my heart … to be reborn!
The tunnel, between shadows and lights … barely larger than a human.
The group is getting impatient. I hear them call me!
They tell me to come and see that there is something for me outside.
I come out, surprised that the darkness of these few moments, made the sky so blinding.
And while I put a foot in the sun, I declare internally “today I am ready, I’m born again!”
(Well, it looks stupid like that, but this statement was really intense, seen from the inside;))
The blinding exit of the tunnel
Small lip smiles, everyone looks at me and awaits a reaction …
Some take photos … But of what?
This is where I see it!
A statue of Virgin Mary, in the heart of stone.
—-> Intensity of indescribable emotion (lack of hydration ???)
A tear flows, because it directly confirms that what I have just experienced was very real.
The meeting with the Mother, the Life was real.
Others had felt it here. In the same place as me. Enough to come and place this statue there, far from everything.
How to share the magic of these moments?
Virgin Mary embedded in the rock in front of the exit of the tunnel!
The march resumes and I need to analyze what has just happened.
It has been several months that I received Re-birth informations.
The first times, I was captivated and very enthusiastic about the idea of personal reinvention that I could live.
Time has passed … I continued to have indications in this direction … without believing it!
Because there had been no radical change in my life.
Disappointment. Guides and universe error?
NO.
Error on my part! Because I had a false idea of the Re-birth process.
For me, the Rebirth was equivalent to childbirth: a few hours and that’s baby.
Well, no!
The Rebirth is a process of several stages.
Long and painful.
The destination, the path and the pilgrim are only One.
Who says birth, also says death.
This involves symbolic death or real. Here, it’s the very recently death of my father.
Mourning falls on us with pain.
And between black and light, emptiness.
This fluctuation space where meaning escapes from us.
Desert where nothing grows.
Then birth, as difficult as the rest. It is not only a question of the passage in the tunnel towards the light. But all the climb for several kilometers before!
Sweats. Leg pain. Everyone who complains. We trip. We slide. In one place, you have to walk on 4 legs (under the rock, as a climb and on the edge of the cliff … Yes!) The sun which knocks hard. We leave, we run out of breath. And the elevation gain to go for it. We get stuck. Bulbs on the feet. Knee cutters. Are we almost half? No, not even!
The Re-brith is a process.
And while I finish this climb, comes to me that my parents chose for my 2nd first name, that of my grandmother: Renée (as I can translate as Re-born)
I suddenly laugh.
The physical and moral fatigue of the past few weeks should play, but I wonder so if all this was not written …
