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Walking the Edges

Walking Between The Worlds Painting in Gouache © Morgaine

Creativity comes from awakening and directing men’s higher natures, which originate in the primal depths of the universe and are appointed by Heaven.
— I Ching

What wonderful, juicy discussions we are having! As creatives, as magical people, as awakeners and the awakening, we are all walking the edges. Our path is in the numinous land that lies between the mundane and the Mystery. I am so grateful to each of you for being here every day, knowing that we are making this journey together. Especially since, sooner or later, we are likely to face what is known as the kriya – the Sanskrit word for a soul crisis.

In many shamanic traditions, the kriya is well known, though perhaps called by other names. It is a crisis of the soul that may manifest in mysterious but deadly illness, a plunge into deep depression, or inexplicable, sudden reversals of fortune and even catastrophe in the material world.

These events can be make it or break it times. We enter an often painful and strange transition that challenges the deadening ordinary misery we have considered normal. Or else we can cling to our emptiness and call it safety. Do we dare let go of our illusion of control, and allow the profound shifts that are happening?

Julia writes, “In twelve-step groups, kriyas are often called surrenders. People are told to just let go. And they would, if they knew what they were holding on to. With the morning pages in place and the artist dates in motion, the radio set stands half a chance of picking up the message you are sending and/or receiving. The pages round up the usual suspects. They mention the small hurts we prefer to ignore, the large successes we’ve failed to acknowledge. In short, the morning pages point the way to reality: this is how you’re feeling: what do you make of that?

“And what we make of that is often art.

“People frequently believe the creative life is grounded in fantasy. The more difficult truth is that creativity is grounded in reality, in the particular, the focused, the well observed or specifically imagined.”

The more clear we are about ourselves, the less our lives become an imitation of someone else, or some vague standard we were taught as children. The more we can speak, dance, sing, play, create in our true, original voice.

But as our masks and habits fall away, we are certainly going to be in the in-between places, as Star so beautifully described in her poem yesterday. And while they are the most magical places of growth, change, and movement, they can be painful. As our false self molts away, it can be traumatic to realize, “I don’t know who I am anymore. I don’t recognize me.”

Julia reassures us, “Remember that the more you feel yourself to be terra incognita, the more certain you can be that the recovery process is working. You are your own promised land, your own new frontier.”

More tomorrow!

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  • May 13, 2009, 1:51 pm ARIE

    Kriya reminds me of the “guardian”
    in Gurdjieff’s teachings.
    The Guardian is a formatory apparatus within us that doesn’t want us to go through any changes.
    Whenever we are about to make a leap forward the Guardian uses our Instinctive center to stop us. So we may get sick. The more we force it, the stronger the guardian’s reaction. It is not possible to win the guardian by force. You have to outsmart it. For example telling him that you will your exercise for only 5 minutes. Then after 5 minutes you say, just another five minutes.

  • May 13, 2009, 3:44 pm Liz

    I am unfamiliar with Kriya, but I know that this place I am experiencing is painful. I don’t recognize me, or what I have become, who or what I am now. But trauma aside, and Oh my, there is trauma, I REMEMBER. I remember bright and shining, full of hope, playing, creating, games, dancing, singing, swinging with great and marvelous abandon. So, the Guardian, I suppose is what makes me feel as if there are 10,000 pounds of wet sand dragging me into some sort of sameness no changing oblivion….working on outsmarting it. Lifting me up, there have been Hawks everywhere for me lately, just recently flying very low, and I never see them flying low, right in front of my house, and right over my car, wow, for me anyway…

  • May 13, 2009, 5:25 pm Star

    Liz, As I understand it, Hawks represent messengers. Sounds like you are receiving lots of messages!

    I identify strongly with this excerpt from today's post. "As our false self molts away, it can be traumatic to realize, “I don’t know who I am anymore. I don’t recognize me.”" I even got my hair cut so much shorter than I ever thought I would and it is working out far better than I ever imagined! As a pre-teen and teen, this in between length of hair was SO difficult to manage that I vowed to never have it above my shoulders again! Well, I have just broken that vow – that sounds like an outward sign of kriya to me! As I change inside, I notice my outward appearance is improving. Sometimes, I don't recognize myself in the mirror!

    I actually experienced a huge kriya in 1994 – 1995 which I called a 'spiritual crisis'at the time. I got very depressed, left my career of 20 years, eventually got a disability retirement, moved 5 times in 4 years (7, if you count my business locations too!), my daughter of 10 went to live with her dad, I was under the care of several doctors, including a psychiatrist who was also a shamanic healer, I changed my diet and entire life from that event! I now see the kriya as being what occurred at that time. I transitioned from a law enforcement career (yang or male aspect) to being a healer and massage therapist eventually (yin or female aspect). There were lots of steps and synchronicities in between! I was seeking the creative freedom then that I am now experiencing, but I got waylaid by other events (traumas) over the past 14 years and am just now in a safe enough place to allow my inner artist to emerge! It feels good to see the 'big' picture of all these events! It now makes sense to me that poetry, art and writing are bursting out of me all at once. I am "the one I have been waiting for…."(Sweet Honey & The Rock song)


  • May 14, 2009, 6:22 am Beth Owl's Daughter

    All I can say, y’all, is…

    – B.