Sleeping Lady Reflection
Earlier this month, I got the opportunity to host a Sound Bath up at the Sleeping Lady resort in Leavenworth, WA. This is my witnessing of experience.
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Each sound bath is so different. The container set, the folks that attend, the guidance and astral members present. This sound bath was nothing short of extraordinary.
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When I received the invitation to facilitate on this land, there was an immediate recognition of the importance of holding intention while walking into this space. This space is within the Ancestral Lands of the P’squosa Tribe, and it was with deep witnessing an honor we held that in the awareness.
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Some of you know, much time and energy over the past several years has been spent learning and feeling the energy of this land. I have spent hours in libraries, journeying to sacred sites within this valley, moving and carrying my drum each step of the way.
I have felt her history move from the mountain tops to the riverbeds where islands were created. I have sang, cried, and remained in joyful expression with all she has taught.
I have come to know the energy of the Ancestors that occupy this space, and their wisdoms carry in my heart through to the expression of my role as an Earth Keeper.
In this, many days of transmuting brought me to the riverside. In learning, in teaching, and in grief. Inviting me to flow with swift shifts this Earthly plane offers.
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The wisdoms of the land translate in each sound bath.
At the Sleeping Lady, Restore was the theme….and oh how fitting…
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Upon arrival there was a vibrancy present. The medicine of the Grandmothers.
As I walked towards the building that the evenings facilitation would occur, I could hear the joyous celebration in the distance.
In setting up the sound bowls, we offered Cedar and Palo Santo to the land, I then pulled a card for where our journey would take us this evening.
The Unscripted Journey.
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As I made my way outside, drum in hand, turtle rattle in the other, I bowed to the medicine of this space.
Calling in the four directions, the sacred protectors of the South, the West, the North, and the East. We witnessed the sunset, and joined in ceremony for the intention that was to occur.
In the distance, I saw a council of 13 grandmothers. A council very known, understood, and respected.
I bowed once more.
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As the echoes of the croaks in the stream continued, we continued on.
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We began our walk back to the space, noting the importance to walk the facility before entering.
I began to play my Turtle Rattle in sync with each step.
What appeared to be a woman walking around this facility with a rattle, held a deeper meaning as she was leading the way into ceremony with the Sacred Council of Wisdoms Keepers.
With each rattle shake and the tone of a precise whistle, I heard the sound of their footsteps behind me. What beauty.
As we arrived back in the space I watched as they took their seats, and the container building began in the physical space.
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Sitting in silence the question arrived, “What does it mean to restore?”
To return to its original state.
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This was the foundations, in which the container was built.
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As the participants began to arrive, and got settled into their spaces, the invitation for journeying began.
In the opening of the container the wisdoms of restore stepped forward.
The invitation, took us deep within the Earth to witness the origins of the land in which we stood. The times when it was occupied by the Animal Kingdoms. When the land moved freely and the animals peoples shifted right along with it.
In these visions, the presence of a single grandmother stepped forward. With a fire lit in the background, she brought the journey to a well.
The receipt and a cleansing nourishment, in the return of the diamond heart.
In this centered place deep within the Earth's core, the sound of the drum brought us to the heartbeat of Mother Earth. Pachamama. Gaia.
As this practice continued, the intention of what it means to restore remained present, across all connection with its resonance.
Inviting those present to feel the restoration of what returning to an originating frequency is.
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As the practice concluded, the last bits of the fire were just beginning to go out, and with the departure of the participants, a line of 13 followed.
I bowed once more.
“Thank you for your medicine.”
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In beginning the walk back to being picked up, from this deeply sacred practice, I saw the light of the stars breathe remembrance over my being.
Taking a deep breath in, feeling the vibrancy of the snowcapped mountains and whispers of newness.
What a dream it is to go forth and be present in this way,
And what a deep honor it is.
~Opal
