March 12, 2014
My first EE session using the Online Version Video.
Watching the Online Version Video and following along with Laura’s counting makes doing this Program a thousand times easier than practicing blind — as I have been doing — because I was unable to watch video on my previous computer. So I was guessing how to do the Pipe Breathing. I didn’t even try to guess how to do Warrior’s Breath or the Beatha Ba-Ha Bioenergetic Breathing.
I practiced this first session sitting up — watching the Video throughout the entire session.
Place hands at the waist and Pipe Breathe. Check.
Place hands over chest (thumbs hooked underneath arms — resting inside armpits). Began crying and continued bawling throughout this entire portion.
After Warrior’s Breath — during Beatha (Ba-Ha) Bioenergetic Breathing — began crying again.
Not just crying. Huge wracking, gut-wrenching sobbing. If it weren’t for my neighbors, I would have been crying so loudly the Sun, Moon and Stars would have heard my grief.
My body couldn’t physically cry as hard as I needed to cry — as hard as I was crying inside.
Oceans of Tears is exactly how I’d describe the depths of grief I was feeling. Mainly for Earth — and what we’ve done to her. She’s so beautiful — and look what we’ve done to her — and so many don’t care.
This is how I felt as a child — abandoned, uncared for, left to fend for myself — no comfort, no consolation. Tears for all the hurt and pain of everyone everywhere. For every form of life everywhere in this entire Cosmos — children, adults, animals, insects, plants, trees, mountains, oceans, fishes, Air - Earth - Fire - Water, rocks, soil, animate, inanimate. Every single atom, election, and nano-particle is so precious and sacred. And it’s all been profaned — discarded and treated so cavalierly — dismissed and tossed aside — treated like trash. Oh! Like that little cartoon called “Man” — sitting on his throne with a crown on his head surveying his kingdom of a totally trashed earth.
And then my Self-Importance kicked in: I became extremely offended — outraged really — at the deeds and mis-deeds of our human race. Not just the pathologicals either. But also of all the so-called “good” people — including myself — who have colluded, cooperated, complied with and contributed to this destruction — because of our own greed and avarice.
And a thought arose inside my mind: Years from now — when future civilizations excavate the archeological evidence of our times — what will they find?
Not pretty pieces of pottery and bracelets and charming figurines of the Goddess.
No. They’ll find the Boyz-Noizy-Toyz — huge war machines and weapons and heavy metal tractors, trailers, lawn mowers, weed whackers, cars, buses, trains, boats, planes, cement, freeways and nuclear reactor plants, dams and monstrous horrible man-made ugly hideous machinery of every kind. Not to mention plastic. Nothing beautiful. Just ugly trash. It practically breaks my heart.
It makes me glad Earth is calling in the Comets.
And the piece-de-resistance? I finish my meditation and POTS and go outside to have a cigarette and telephone my sister.
As we’re trying to have a phone conversation, and I’m telling my sister about how upset I’m feeling about what a mess we’ve made of earth, and what we’re leaving for future generations to find — especially the noisy toys — which offend me the most because I have super-human hearing (over 20,000 Hz) — at least 4 huge helicopters pass overhead. 3 Planes pass overhead. 3 Loud motorcycles go down the street. My neighbor starts up her weed-whacker. A small private plane passes overhead. And none of these planes are using normal flight patterns.
She and I cannot believe how much interference we’re experiencing. It’s never happened before during any of our conversations while I’ve been outside on the phone talking to her.
And that’s the short version. LOL
