A Mid-Summer Nights Dream…or is it? 2009 by Weasie Kohler aka...merlynseaI never would have dreamed that this summer would bring with it so many surprises. Many of you know that I am practically fearless, so if I told you about the wilderness snake that flew onto my lap as I sat soaking my blistered feet in the cool water of a creek after hiking in the mountains a few weeks ago, I’m sure you smiled and nodded your head side to side thinking, “… sounds like a normal day in the life of Weasie.” My interlude with that snake was a precious thing. She was more startled than I; of that I am certain. After literally landing in my lap, she slithered down my left leg and over my foot into the refreshing waters of the creek and then journeyed to a nearby rock to absorb the sun and allow me to further enjoy our surprise interlude. Now she can convey her, “I hugged a human and lived to tell” story to all her loved ones. They will surely consider her brave beyond all reason and honor her forever and ever for her bravery.I live in a state of constant amazement. Moments that at first seem insignificant, often develop into a series of serendipitous delights, often folding in and through one another to create a vortex of sorts, like a living daydream; one miracle overlapping another and another and another, until I am pulled under and thrust up again to rise with wings of rapturous delight and gaze with wonder at the beauty around and through everything, with eyes that clearly see what cannot be seen outside of blind faith. Knowing that every circumstance is indeed only for the highest good of all creation; and gratitude that this is so. We are, each and every one of us, magnificent and wonderful beings, treasured beyond measure, not for what we do, but simply for who we are. I stand in awe of this grace. It is with humble gratitude for my life that I continue with my reminiscing….I don’t have to know why certain things happen…or don’t happen. I like Pollyanna’s philosophy; “look for the good in every situation, and you will surely find it.” It is often simply a matter of adjusting our perception that transforms a seemingly negative situation into a profoundly positive one. For instance, think about the moments that have caused deep sorrow and grief; the physical loss of a loved one; the onset of chronic pain due to bodily injury; the longing for acceptance and understanding by those that we love (that’s a big one). Now, form the intent to be grateful for every aspect of your life’s situations and gaze with wonder at the treasures resting within them. You will be amazed! I am.Several years ago I swam out to sea, wanting to end my life. Having experienced complete hopelessness and deep longing for release of emotional and physical pain that seemed beyond endurance, I gave my physical body up to the element of water—which is also one of my enduring loves (music being the other)—and prayed for release from a burden I no longer felt able to bear. I washed up on the beach very much alive and went home to live another day. In the weeks that followed, my attitude remained despondent, although I accepted that I was meant to remain on this planet for a reason beyond my limited understanding. Within that “knowing” a new hope was born.On Wednesday, July 8th, I was the only person swimming in the bay at Avila Beach just beyond the breakers and was mildly surprised to see an immense dorsal fin making it’s way directly for my tender flesh. My only thought was, “well, if it’s my time, what better way to go….but if not, it would be prudent to get to shore.” Of course, in a situation such as this, there is no time to "do" anything. It all happens so quickly. One moment the people onshore were yelling, “shark, shark” and waving their arms frantically, and the next they were pointing and calling, “Oh, look at the pretty dolphins!”, all thought of the previous danger to the poor soul in the water forgotten. I was relieved, certainly. At the moment of my rescue, it hadn’t occurred to me that the dolphins purpose was to create a wall between a great white hungry mama shark and plump little old morsel “me”. I was just as taken by the spectacle of dancing dolphins as the others, all thought of that huge dorsal fin wiped from my mind as visions of carousels in a mermaid utopia replaced a scenario of simple acceptance with one of blissful exhilaration. I have gained a fresh understanding of “living in the moment.” I love this life!It wasn’t until two days later that the gravity of my situation came to light as I relayed my dolphin frolicking adventure to my sister while driving to a family wedding in Sacramento. After describing to her the afore mentioned scenario, she pointed out that dolphins don’t make beeline advances. Sharks do. I returned to the scene in my mind and clearly recalled that there was only one dorsal fin visible as I gazed out to sea before being distracted by the (dol)fins who so gracefully escorted me to shore. I had assumed that the approaching fin must have been a dolphin, after all, but dolphins and sharks have completely different tail structures and move accordingly. It’s not too difficult to determine the differences. Those people on shore certainly did, or they would have been yelling, “massive dolphin, massive dolphin!”I bow my head in humble gratitude for being nurtured and protected beyond anything I could ask for, or even imagine. It isn’t required that we know why things happen the way they do. No One is greater than another. We are all equal and equally blessed, no matter what our perception. The precious lady who was taken by a great white on the same beach five years ago is no more or less fortunate than I. But she is needed elsewhere and I am needed here. Would I trade places with her? No.There is more to my developing tale. I could tell you about the two wasps that, moments after my dolphin interlude, were discovered embracing on the imprinted flower of my t-shirt. We could wander along the path of perception and spend chapters on what it was the wasps were thinking, and if they had any idea where they “really” were or where that garden of theirs had just come from. I could tell you about the music and colors I saw radiating from the rocks and flowers during the hours before my delightful snake encounter or how it feels to be in the presence of the fairy kingdom as I passed by an old tree along the joyous mountain path I travelled this past May. We could have a discussion about the thinning veil separating fantasy from reality as we perceive it. We could ponder so many things, but I will rest my pen now and simply close this mid-summer nights dream commentary with the words, “good journey, my friend.” You are loved immeasurably. Be the dream and grow in unending love from your experiences as fear becomes a forgotten thing. Good night.
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While hiking in the mountains yesterday and communing with the spirits of the area I was in, I came upon a rock that spoke to me telepathically; an ancient soul-collective named Elan. I was given many timeless impressions of what I will describe as a : "rhapsody of gratitude for life" by the beings inhabiting this area outside of time, which engaged all of my senses. This experience is difficult for me to put words to as I seldom ever attempt to convey these experiences as I consider them to be personal, and they are.I have a very close relationship with the earth, animals and children and believe that experiencing life in a higher vibrational multi-dimentionality is natural. I trust that every experience is intended for joyous release of measureless love through our exercising our free will choice to make it so. This life-style has resulted in my living a peaceful and miraculous life and for the most part being practically fearless. Yes, this is going somewhere.At the end of a very long day of hiking, I sat and soaked my blistered feet in the cool running water of a creek at the base of the mountain, simply enjoying the continued fellowship with nature. I was pondering the memory of an early afternoon experience I had a few years earlier when I witnessed an owl fly overhead with a snake dangling from it's beak. Within minutes I rounded a corner at the crest of a hill and came face to face with a mountain lion who engaged me in lingering eye contact before majestically and gracefully gliding/walking away. This was a fascinating and wonderful experience, but I didn't know the meaning for this interaction other than the obvious thoughts that went through my mind at the time...stealth and grace. I still don't (maybe one of you can enlighten me), but sitting at the creek yesterday, I wondered what the snake in the owls beak signified and if the snake was no longer to play an active role in my life. In the moment that I need to know, I do. In this instance the knowing literally carressed me as I sat there pondering my thoughts in the form of, yes that's right, a graceful and beautiful long silky garter snake, it's having literally leapt off the hill behind me and landing by my side to slither across my left leg and blistered foot before swimming across the creek and then sunning itself on a rock a few feet across from me in continued fellowship. Being practically fearless has so many advantages, this experience being one of them. I could only stare in dumfounded delight. I am not aware of all the hidden meanings of this interlude, but I do know that I am being called in communion and service and I am listening. We are deeply and profoundly loved. More than we can comprehend in our humanity. <*grin*> Fear not. It's All Good.Namaste dear friendsWeasie
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