Shattering

Just the other day, I participated in a circle of women, experiencing a guided energy healing meditation which was going smoothly. I was luxuriating in the divine energies flowing into the cells throughout my body, as instructed.

Then, our guide, Katie, described something like an earthquake happening inside of us, so that parts of us could be released into the air, into Source, into Mother Earth, or back to wherever they came from. Those parts no longer needed, or that had become burdensome and too heavy, or the remnants that came from our ancestral and family systems, whatever we needed to shed.

I have often journeyed into such depths which sometimes includes my body shaking, shuddering, stretching and moving vibrantly, so nothing new there. Until Katie continued talking and used the word, “shattering.” Something about letting ourselves shatter on the inside, opening us up.

In the past, I have done many breathwork and other healing energy meditations in attempts to open up my chakras to create a nicely streaming channel without too much past stuff blocking its flow. I often focus particularly on my root, heart and third eye chakras. My crown chakra usually seems open and porous. However, this time I was awed.

For the first time in this lifetime, I felt a not-so-subtle yet not painful explosion inside my head, and saw my head splitting apart, jagged cracks on each side of my skull, beaming with bright yellow light from within, as this glistening energy slipped out confidently. The crevices seemed stunning, looking like lightning bolts (aka Harry Potter's forehead), as they widened, spilling out a blazing glow.

This was the first time that my skull had ever cracked open, at least in a meditation. Incredible! And, not scary at all. In fact, I was stunned but not really surprised even though I had never actually thought about this happening. I also wondered how cool it was that my skull opened up so easily, as if parts of it were levitating, releasing light. And, I wasn’t disturbed, wondering if I would lose my sparkle, by letting it shower into the air outside of me, trusting somehow that it was actually pleasing to let some of it go, or flow. Like a tea kettle with water boiling inside while steam sprayed out.

When it was time for us to share with each other in this particular circle, I proclaimed what had happened, illustrating my excitement about this phenomenon, fascinated by the amazing image I "saw." Of course, then, being a retired psychotherapist, I reassured the other women that I was not psychotic, which is one of my fears, for instance, if I let myself truly take the deep plunge and dive into the magical, mystical, cosmic world of the Divine.

Perhaps my mind is opening up in ways that never occurred to me before. And, I wasn't in control of this happening but somehow I trusted that the experience was right.

What I am very curious about now, is: what energies may now come flowing down into my more open head as we become more cosmic human beings?