Yesterday I was feeling a bit sad/depressed/overwhelmed/angry (I forget which, exactly), and Matthew suggested I do some energy work with an entity we’ve been working with.
Oh wow, look at that! Your eyes just rolled up inside your head when I said “energy work” and “entity”! That was so cool! Do it again, please?
Okay, let’s just get past that part, shall we? (It only gets weirder from now on anyway)
So I sort of curled up into a fetal position for some reason on the green chair in the livingroom which I hate (the chair, not the livingroom, and said chair WILL GO at some point), and closed my eyes and invited the energy in.
I started seeing something vaguely dreamlike at that point:
For some reason, it was important that I use a sword to cut off my own head. There was, rather understandably I think, some resistence to this, but I knew that in the long run it would be a good thing. Still, the resistance persisted, but after a bit I noticed I was looking down at my severed head rather dispassionately. Someone else, possibly Matthew, appeared at my side and I said, “Look, it’s my head. Huh.” He said, “I know,” and we walked across a little meadow into the edge of a nearby forest together, where we knelt down to look at something precious that was growing there, a tiny plant that bloomed with my face. It was clearly a new version of me that was growing there, and there was an incredible feeling of tenderness toward this small plant, tenderness and good wishes. Around us a number of other people appeared, dancing in the forest. Most of them were also growing from the earth, in various stages of growth and height, and they were all accepting and relatively joyful, acknowedging their place in the world.
Umm…so what does this mean? It seems rather obviously symbolic, yet, is there something more perhaps?
Okay, some questions:
1. Why a sword? A Japanese sword, for that matter (I didn’t mention that part). I can only guess that severing your own head with a sword isn’t easy.
2. What happened to my severed head afterward? And how was it that I already had a new one?
3. Do you know how weird it is to see your head growing out of a plant? And what’s the lifespan of a person-plant? Wasn’t there a movie about this? And why am I reminded of Audrey II?
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