Whirl-wind

Last night, after a particularly difficult conversation I reached home, and was really looking forward to the Moonlight whirling session with Zia Nath. I am new to this-but this is not new to me. I realized now as a child, as most children intuitively like to do, I loved whirling.

Remember, ring-a-ring-a roses.

I was transported to a very different state, just going around, yet keeping the gaze on my hand, even while the rest of the world was moving in a dizzy, I could still be in one place ..centered..mostly. and somehow, there was a doorway there that peeped open and shut. Giving me glimpses of the deep sense of calm.

The soft moonlight bouncing off of the shining tiles on floor, on this roof, the while skirts of other women who were whirling, and still the sense of belonging that prevailed..silently..powerfully was….very Real.

I was very present to the fact that there is a world behind this world.  We sense it often but it’s often not present in the way we are used to noticing.  The old cultures used to be in constant touch and conversation with it through the various rituals and sacred practices of whirling, singing, chanting, dreaming, fire and water ceremonies and ancient stories.

They invited other realms to visit them to transmit their wisdom so they might be guided by an ancient momentum. The momentum that I felt as I whirled, I wasn’t there many moments, yet something turned me and even when I stopped..that something stopped even as I kept turning.

But, in recent times as we succumbed to the age of logic and spells of rationalism, the living  bridge between the worlds, seems to be fraying. As we fall into in collective despair from time to time, there small pocket of finding center become even more important.

As fewer people make the journey across the bridge, where the two worlds touch, we have begun to forget how to find the other world. Where we eternally and always belong.  Every moment we have a choice presented to tune or tune out of this doorway.

As we come into our own truths the congruence open these portals, the clarity is there. We then need the courage to cross this threshold once it become visible.  

And often I have found reaching out our hands, in faith, just like when we were yesterday, the circle, some other hand ends up holding our outstretched hand, in that moment, one does not really know who reached out and who held. It’s the Same.

I can’t help but wonder, isn’t this what we are looking for, in this world of VUCA, to find that still place, to focus on what is at hand and not lose balance even as we keep going in circles. Maybe it’s time we did open our minds to other way of making sense of the multidimensional world.

And in that moment, through this mystic experience we come more in congruence with this material world.

The AND prevails..yet again.