Who is this man?

Men (and women) who wake from the slumber of humanity, progress to a spiritual consciousness of all that is good. They traverse the hero's journey, deal with the dross of their character and personality, formulate a mission to serve their fellow travelers in this realm, and dedicate their lives to spiritual progress. They leave behind the baggage of hate, discontent, judgment, resentment, addiction, anger, depression, and fear. They lessen the hold of ego. They infuse their souls and their lives with love, acceptance, integrity, humility, positive values, and the spiritual virtues. They come to know who they are and why they are here. They awaken!




Monday, December 12, 2011

Alternate Route


“Two roads diverged in a wood, and I -- I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference.” – Robert Frost

The journey of the awakening man (or woman) occasionally brings what we may perceive as diversions.  We may have to take an “Alternate Route” from time to time.  Like the signs that divert us from a closed highway, our consciousness guides us off our main route.  Often, we do not know the reason until we travel the byway and allow it to reveal its gifts.

I did not post to this blog last week because I was on an alternate route.  A detour sign appeared two weeks ago when a new memory came to me about “the illness” when I was six years old.  Hospitalized for six weeks, I almost died from rheumatic fever and pneumonia.  At that tender age, I realized how close to death I was.

My recalled memory was about receiving the Catholic sacrament of anointing with oil, one of the last rites.  Performed by a priest when death is imminent, Extreme Unction is the final sacrament to provide comfort, ask for divine healing, and help the soul enter the next life[1].  My turmoil grew during the week as I contemplated the idea that my family, and perhaps I, too, had abandoned hope for my life.

My vision became clearer during the week as I confronted my near-death experience and the trauma that haunted me.  These thoughts roiled my mind until Tuesday morning when I broke down, crying uncontrollably about the import of what had happened.  My wife held me in her arms and comforted me.  I visited one of my guides for insight.  I did some bio-energetic work by beating some old tires with a large stick[2], releasing sadness, fear, and anger.  Finally, I pictured the scene as an ice sculpture.  A final blow of the stick shattered the frozen diorama in my mind, and I imagined the fragments slowly melting into the earth.  Near the end of last week, my wandering on this byway ended with clearing and acceptance within my heart.

What we experience on the byways of life may be more important than our desire to stay the course of a journey we have preconceived.  Life’s alternate routes can reveal much, affording opportunities for healing, growth, and soul-filling.

Do you see an alternate route sign?
Do you feel as if your journey has been disrupted and you are on a different path for a while?
Can you relish it, continue your awakening, and know that this is your journey?


[1] For more information, please google “extreme unction” and “last rites”.
[2] The “Forman Anger Obliterator” is a three-foot long, stout plastic pipe with a baseball bat grip.  It is ideal for beating old tires, padded trees, or cushions to release negative energy.  Email me if interested! petegf@att.net

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